Summary: You were only supposed to help himâcook, clean, and leave. Nothing more. But in a house too quiet and a man too broken, your presence became something he couldnât ignore⊠even if he tried. While he slowly begins to see you, youâre already learning how to step away. Because some feelings grow in silenceâ and some distances are created before theyâre too late.
Status: Oneshot
Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Reader
Word count: 9.3k~
Genre: Idol!au, Angst
Rated: T
Tags: ARMY, Stranger to ?, Yoongi is a Jerk, Slice of Life, Slow Burn
Posting Date: April 24, 2026
The Seoul sky had been overcast since morning, as if it shared the weight pressing down on Min Yoongiâs moodâheavy even before he opened his eyes. His apartment was tidy, too tidy for someone who was falling apart inside. The curtains were half-closed, gray light slipping in uninvited, and he sat silently on the sofa with a hoodie covering part of his face, staring blankly at the floor as if searching for something he didnât even know himself.
Since that incident, everything felt different. Not just the news, not just the way people looked at him, but the way he saw himself. Quietly, that was what hurt the most.
His mother couldnât stand seeing him like that.
And thatâs where you came in.
On the first day you arrived, you didnât bring much. Just a simple bag, a folded apron, and a list of ingredients you had prepared from home. You didnât knock too loudly, just enough to let him know you were there. A few seconds of silence passed, then the door opened.
Yoongi stood there, his face blank, his eyes tired.
âWhat is this now?â His voice was cold, no small talk.
âYou can call me Y/N,â you replied calmly. âYour mother asked me to help out around the house.â
His brows immediately furrowed. âI donât need a babysitter.â
âYouâre not a baby either,â you answered without emotion, taking off your shoes and stepping inside as if it were the most normal thing in the world. âIâm being paid to work. So Iâll keep working.â
He let out a rough sigh, clearly annoyed. âMy parents are really too much.â
âYou can complain to them later,â you said shortly as you walked to the kitchen. âRight now Iâm going to start cooking.â
The way you spoke wasnât challenging, but it wasnât submissive either. Neutral. Professional. That was exactly what made Yoongi even more uncomfortable.
The first day passed in a strange silence. You cooked without much noise, just the soft clinking of kitchen tools and the warm aroma of food slowly filling the room. You didnât force him to eat, only placed the food on the table and said, âIf youâre hungry, itâs there.â
He didnât touch it until night.
On the second day, you came again. On time. As if nothing had happened yesterday. You started by cleaning the kitchen area, tidying a few small things that were slightly out of placeânot because they were dirty, but because they were unattended. Yoongi watched from a distance, sitting on the same sofa, in almost the same position.
âYouâre paid to clean too?â he finally said.
âSometimes,â you replied. âIf itâs needed.â
âItâs not needed here.â
âBut I see things that can be tidied up,â you continued, neatly folding a kitchen cloth. âAnd Iâm paid to help.â
He clicked his tongue softly. âAnnoying.â
âYou too,â you replied lightly.
There was a pause after that. Not an empty silence, but one filled with something unspoken.
The following days moved in the same pattern. You came on weekdays, worked without much talking, cooked simple warm meals that felt like home, and occasionally tidied small things that others might not even notice. You never asked about the incident. Never touched on the clearly sensitive topic. And that was exactly what made Yoongi even more restless.
One afternoon, as the rain poured heavily, you were still in the kitchen when suddenly the sound of breaking glass came from the living room.
You didnât panic. You simply walked toward the sound and saw Yoongi standing there, his breathing heavy, shards of glass on the floor, and an expression that⊠finally showed something other than blankness.
Anger. But not at anyone else. At himself.
âWhyâŠâ his voice was low, hoarse. âWhy could I be that stupidâŠâ
You didnât answer immediately. You just grabbed a broom and began cleaning the broken glass slowly, carefully.
âIf you want to be angry, just be angry,â you said finally. âBut donât hurt yourself.â
He let out a short, bitter laugh. âToo late.â
You paused for a moment, then looked at him. âNot yet.â
He lifted his head, looking at you for the first time longer than usual. âYou donât know anything.â
âTrue,â you nodded. âAnd I donât need to know everything to see that youâre falling apart.â
The sentence wasnât harsh, but it was enough to silence him.
The rain still fell outside, its sound filling the room. For a few seconds, no one spoke. Just two people in the same space, both not okay, but in different ways.
âIâm just working here,â you continued softly. âCooking, tidying up, making sure you eat. Thatâs all.â
âWhy donât you ask?â he suddenly asked.
âDo you want me to?â
He fell silent. And that was already enough of an answer.
You went back to cleaning the broken glass, then stood up, threw it away, and returned to the kitchen as if the conversation was over. But something had changed.
That day, for the first time, Yoongi ate before you left.
Not much. But enough. And somehow, it felt like the beginning of something bigger than just a job.
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The house was too big for someone who chose silence.
The luxury villa in the UN Village area stood calm, neat, almost without sound. Every corner was perfect, clean, organizedâas if there was no space for chaos. But you knew, it was exactly in places like that where chaos hid the deepest.
And Min Yoongi was proof of that.
You had worked for several well-known people before. Actors, CEOs, socialitesâpeople whose lives always looked âperfectâ from the outside. So when you first stepped into this house, you didnât feel overly impressed. Nor awkward. Everything felt⊠familiar.
A fan? Of course. Who isnât a fan of BTS? But you also knew your boundaries. Especially since your bias wasnât him. Secretly, you had always paid more attention to Jeon Jungkook.
So when you stood in Yoongiâs kitchen, wearing an apron and chopping ingredients with a steady rhythm, you truly saw him as⊠just a normal human. A client. Someone who simply happened to need help.
Unfortunately, he didnât see you as anything.
The following days grew heavierânot because your job was difficult, but because your presence felt like it was never acknowledged.
You still came every weekday. On time. Bringing fresh ingredients, cooking seriously, paying attention to details like temperature, taste, textureâevery small thing that made food feel like âhome.â You even started adjusting the menu based on what you saw him eat a little of the day before, hoping⊠maybe today he would eat more. But more often than not, that hope ended cold.
One afternoon, you finished cooking a warm soup and a few simple side dishes. You arranged them neatly on the dining table, making sure everything looked appetizing. The aroma filled the room, soft and comforting.
Yoongi walked past behind you. Without stopping. Without looking. A few minutes later, you heard the front door open. Then a notification from the phone on the table. Delivery.
You stood still in the kitchen, your hand still holding the wooden spoon. You said nothing. You showed nothing. You just⊠went back to stirring the soup that wouldnât even be touched.
Sad? Of course. Tired? Yes. But you were paid. And you were professional. So you kept working.
Another day, you tried a slightly different recipe. Lighter, more suited for someone who might not have an appetite. You even noted the times he usually came out of his room, trying to match the timing so the food would always be at its best when he passed by.
The result was the same. Untouched. Sometimes not even glanced at. Yoongi stayed the same. Cold. Distant. As if you were just part of the furniture in that houseâthere, but unimportant.
If you spoke, he answered only as necessary. If it wasnât important, he didnât respond at all.
âDo you want to eat now or later?â you once asked.
âUp to you.â
And that was it. No thank you. No refusal. Not anything. Empty. The only being in that house who truly âacknowledgedâ your presence⊠wasnât him. But his cat. Tang-ie.
The small cat initially only watched you from afar, sitting in the corner with sharp eyes, as if judging. You didnât approach immediately. You knew animals like that needed time.
On the second day, he started getting closer.
On the third day, he sat near your feet while you cooked.
On the fourth day, he actually played with you.
You laughed softly when Tang-ie chased the end of your apron, or when he suddenly jumped onto the kitchen table (which you gently lowered him from right away). Even though you actually preferred dogs, you couldnât deny that the cat was⊠cute. And warm. Unlike his owner.
One afternoon, Yoongi saw it. He stood at the doorway of the kitchen, watching Tang-ie roll on the floor near your feet, playing with your fingers without fear. Strange. Usually Tang-ie was selective with people. Not everyone could get close, let alone play like that.
âWhat are you doing with him?â he suddenly asked.
You glanced briefly. âJust playing.â
Tang-ie let out a small meow, as if confirming.
Yoongi frowned. âHeâs usually not like that.â
âMaybe heâs in a good mood,â you replied lightly.
Or maybe⊠heâs just comfortable. But you didnât say that. Yoongi stared for a few seconds longer, then left again. As usual. Without further comment. And you were alone again.
That night, like the nights before, the food you cooked grew cold on the table. You stood in front of the sink, washing dishes that werenât really used. The water flowed softly, a small sound filling the silence.
In another room, you could hear the plastic sound of a delivery bag being opened. You paused for a moment. Just a moment. Then continued. Because you knew, if you paused too long, you might start feeling too much. And you didnât have time for that.
On the fifth day, your body began to feel tired. Not from physical workâbut from the feelings you kept suppressing. You still came, still cooked, still tidied parts of the house untouched by other staff because they were too âpersonal.â Yoongiâs workspace. His music room.
You never touched important things. Just small adjustmentsâslightly messy cables, papers about to fall, things that might not seem important but you still did them. Without being asked. Without being acknowledged.
One afternoon, you were sitting on the living room floor, playing with Tang-ie who seemed very active that day. You laughed softly as he tried to bite the edge of your sleeve.
Then footsteps. Yoongi. He walked past just like that. Without looking at you. Without looking at Tang-ie. Without looking at anything. As if you truly werenât there. And for the first time since you started working in that house, you felt something beyond just tiredness. Empty. Like⊠all your efforts never really reached anyone.
You lowered your gaze, still stroking Tang-ie who had now calmed in your lap.
âAt least you eat, okay,â you whispered softly.
Tang-ie let out a small meow. And in that huge house, with all its luxury and perfection, that was the only answer you got.
Maybe because you were starting to realize⊠this wasnât just an unappreciated job. It was like talking to a wall that didnât even want to acknowledge your existence.
When you finished cooking, you didnât immediately return to the kitchen as usual. You stood there. Waiting.
A few minutes later, Min Yoongi came down from upstairs. His steps were relaxed, his expression the sameâflat, empty, as if the world around him never really entered.
This time, you didnât move.
âDo you want to eat now?â you asked.
He glanced briefly. âLater.â
You took a slow breath.
âYoongi.â
He stopped. Not out of interest. More like⊠irritation. âWhat now?â
There was a pause. Short. But enough to make your chest feel tighter.
âCan I ask something?â
He didnât answer. But he didnât leave either. You took that as permission.
âI cook every day,â you began, your voice still soft, still controlled. âYou see me buy the ingredients, I cook here, in your kitchen. But⊠you almost never eat it.â
He stayed silent.
âDo you just not like my cooking,â you continued, still trying to stay neutral, âor⊠is there another reason?â
Silence. Then he laughed lightly. Short. Cold.
âA reason?â he repeated.
You waited. And you hopedâjust a littleâthat the answer wouldnât hurt. But that hope was too naive.
âI just donât want to eat food from someone I donât know,â he said casually. âWho knows, maybe youâll poison me.â
The words fell just like that. Without weight. Without hesitation. And for a few seconds, you truly couldnât respond. Not because you had no answer. But because you didnât expect⊠he would go that far.
You swallowed slowly, trying to keep your expression the same as usual.
âI buy the ingredients myself,â you finally said. âYou also see me cook here. Right in front of you. And you still think Iâd poison you?â
Your tone was still gentle. Still patient. Even inside, something was starting to crack.
He shrugged. âPeople can pretend.â
You looked at him. For the first time, not as a client. But as someone who⊠truly hurt you.
âI work here because your mother asked,â you continued softly. âSheâs the one paying me. She just wants you to eat properly.â
âThatâs her problem,â he replied quickly. âNot mine.â
His words were sharp. Fast. As if he wanted to cut off any chance of this conversation going further.
But you were still standing there. Still trying.
âIâve never crossed any boundaries,â you said. âI donât ask about your personal life. I donât bother you. I just do my job.â
He looked at you, sharper now. âThen just do it. Without talking too much.â
Something in your chest finally dropped. Not anger. Not even an explosive disappointment. More like⊠something quietly running out.
You nodded slightly. âOkay,â you replied.
Simple. Short. Just how he wanted.
Yoongi turned and left, leaving you alone in the dining room still filled with the aroma of food slowly cooling down.
You stood there for a few seconds longer. Then you moved. You took the bowls, covered the food one by one, and stored them neatly as usual. Your hands stayed steady. Your movements remained orderly. Nothing changed on the outside.
Except⊠this time you didnât taste the leftover food like you usually did. You had no appetite.
In the kitchen, the water flowed again from the tap. You washed the utensils with the same rhythm, but your mind was far noisier than usual. You knew. You truly knew.
As someone who used to be a fan, you knew how the world treated him after that incident. You knew the comments, the stares, how one mistake could erase all the good things he had ever done.
You knew why he became like this. Suspicious. Closed off. Pushing everyone away. You knew. Thatâs why you endured. Thatâs why you stayed patient. Thatâs why you never snapped back, never showed that you were hurt. Because you understood. But understanding⊠didnât mean it didnât hurt.
That day, you went home a little later than usual. Not because there was extra work. But because you needed time to make sure⊠you could still come back tomorrow with the same face. The same attitude. Professional. Neutral. As if his words today⊠left nothing behind.
When in reality, since that day, every time you cooked in that large house in UN Village, there was one small thought that kept appearing without stoppingâ
If even after everything youâve done, he still thinks you could poison him⊠maybe, in his eyes, you were never really seen at all.
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The second week felt longer than it should have.
Not because your workload increased, but because of Min Yoongiâs attitude⊠didnât change at all. If the first week still left room for hopeâno matter how smallâthe second week felt like proof that everything you did⊠truly wouldnât change anything.
The house in UN Village stayed the sameâcalm, spacious, beautiful. But the atmosphere felt even colder. And you⊠kept coming. As usual.
Every morning, you opened the door carefully, took off your shoes, and went straight to the kitchen without waiting for a greeting. You no longer expected to hear âyouâre here?â or even a small nod. None of that had ever existed from the start.
All there was⊠was the sound of your own footsteps. And sometimes⊠the small sound of Tang-ie running to greet you.
âMorning,â you whispered softly as you crouched down, stroking his soft fur.
Tang-ie meowed softly, immediately rubbing against your hand as if you were the only warm thing in that house. You smiled faintly.
âOnly you greet me, huh.â
That day you cooked something even lighter. You even started taking notes on your phoneâwhat food was completely untouched, which one was slightly eaten, which might still have a chance.
Like a quiet experiment. Even though you knew⊠the result would most likely be the same.
And it was.
That afternoon, Yoongi came down, glanced briefly at the dining tableâthen walked straight to another room. A few minutes later, the delivery notification sounded again.
You didnât stop anymore. You didnât turn around anymore. You just⊠continued your work. As if it was nothing. Even though inside, it felt like being hit repeatedly in the same place.
Another day, you were sweeping the living room when Yoongi suddenly spoke. âYouâre still here?â
His tone wasnât asking. More like⊠questioning your presence.
You paused for a moment, then looked at him. âYes.â
He looked at you for a few seconds, then gave a slight smileânot a warm one. More like⊠testing. âYouâre quite persistent.â
The sentence sounded light. But it wasnât.
You didnât answer immediately. You just lowered your gaze back to the floor, continuing to sweep slowly.
âThis is my job,â you finally said.
âNot many would last,â he continued, still standing in the same spot. âArenât you tired?â
You stopped again. This time, you took a slow breath before answering.
âI am,â you admitted. âBut I keep working.â
There was a pause. And for a moment, you thought⊠maybe he would stop there. But no.
âOr are you hoping Iâll change?â his voice was slightly lower now. âIs that why you stay?â
You looked at him again. And this time⊠there was something in your eyes you couldnât fully hide.
âI donât have the right to hope that far,â you answered softly.
It was honest. Very honest. And maybe that was what made him fall silent for a moment. But only for a moment. He clicked his tongue softly, then left again. As usual. Leaving you with words that still hung in the air.
That night, you sat on the kitchen floor, your back against the cabinet, Tang-ie curled near your feet. You werenât usually like thisâsitting too long doing nothing. But that day⊠you needed to stop.
âIs he always like this?â you whispered softly.
Tang-ie only blinked slowly. You smiled faintly, but your eyes didnât really follow.
âI know why heâs like this,â you continued, your voice almost like you were talking to yourself. âI saw everything.â
You didnât need to say what. Everyone knew. How the media attacked him. How peopleâs comments turned sharp. How one mistake became a reason to erase everything he had ever achieved.
As a BTS fan, you saw all of that. You read it. You stayed silent. And you felt hurt⊠even though it wasnât happening to you.
âThatâs why I try to understand him,â you whispered again. âThatâs why I never get angry.â
Tang-ie shifted slightly, moving closer. You stroked him gently.
âBut understanding⊠doesnât mean Iâm not tired, right?â
Your voice grew smaller. Almost gone.
Upstairs, you could hear Yoongiâs footsteps. Heavy. Slow. Like someone who didnât really want to move but also couldnât stay still. He never greeted you. Never asked. Never tried. And what hurt moreâhe never stopped hurting you, even in small ways.
The next day, you came back again. As if nothing had happened. You cooked. You tidied. You played briefly with Tang-ie. And you still spoke in the same toneâcalm, professional, never crossing boundaries.
Meanwhile, Yoongi⊠still saw you as a disturbance. As someone who shouldnât exist in his life. As if⊠you were never really human in his eyes.
And somehow, you didnât know how long you could keep going like thisâbeing the only one trying to understand, in a place where you were never truly seen at all.
. Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
The news came without you knowing.
You continued your days as usualâcoming in the morning, cooking, tidying the kitchen, occasionally sitting on the floor for a moment while playing with Tang-ie. Nothing changed in the way you worked, even though inside, you had long felt⊠empty.
Until one afternoon, the atmosphere in the house shifted. The sound of a phone call came from the study. Not too loud, but enough to make you realizeâit wasnât an ordinary conversation.
And your name was mentioned. You didnât hear everything. But you knew. Min Yoongiâs mother had finally found out. That the food you cooked⊠was almost never touched.
That night, Yoongi came down with a different expression. Not better. Sharper. Colder.
âDid you tell my mother?â he asked directly, without introduction.
You frowned slightly. âNo.â
He stared at you for a long time, as if trying to read whether you were lying.
âI never contacted her except for work matters,â you continued calmly. âI have no reason to tell her anything.â
He let out a rough breath, clearly holding something back. And you knew⊠he couldnât direct it at the person he should. So as usualâyou became the target.
The days after that changed. Not for the better. Just⊠different. Yoongi stopped ordering delivery. Not because he wanted to. Because he had to. And for the first time, he actually sat at the dining table when you served the food.
You stood not far away, as usual, not forcing, not waiting. Just making sure everything was ready. He took a spoonful. Tried it. Then stopped.
âToo salty.â
You nodded slightly. âIâll fix it tomorrow.â
The next dayâ
âNot enough flavor.â
âYes.â
The day afterâ
âToo soft.â
âYes, Iâll pay more attention.â
There was always something wrong. Always. And you never argued. Not because you couldnât. But because you chose⊠not to.
You knew this wasnât about the food. This was about something bigger than that. About wounds he never processed. About anger that had nowhere to go. And you⊠just happened to be there. So you absorbed it all. Every day. Without protest. Without retaliation.
With only one same answerâ âYes.â
And maybe that was what made him keep doing it. Because you never fought back. Because you always stayed in your place. Because you didnât leave.
The house in UN Village still looked perfect from the outside. An elite area, calm, filled with luxurious homes belonging to influential people. Here, everything looked like a life without problems.
But inside⊠nothing was truly okay.
One afternoon, you stepped out briefly to buy additional ingredients. The weather was quite bright, the streets in the complex were quiet, only a few cars passing occasionally.
You walked slowly, carrying several shopping bags. Until suddenlyâ
THUD.
A small bicycle hit you from the side.
Your body lost balance slightly, the shopping bags almost fell, and the child riding the bicycle wobbled too.
âDonât you watch where youâre going?â a womanâs voice immediately sounded.
You turned. A neatly dressed woman stood not far from the child.
âIâm sorry, Iââ you began.
âDo you even know what kind of area this is?â she cut in quickly. âDonât just walk carelessly carrying that many things.â
You stayed silent. You were the one who got hit. But you were the one being scolded. The child wasnât even scolded.
âYou work here, right?â she continued, her tone demeaning. âThen be careful. Donât cause trouble.â
You lowered your head slightly. âYes, sorry.â Even though it wasnât your fault.
But you were too tired to drag it out.
You continued walking. With heavier steps. With your chest feeling⊠tight. When you arrived home, you went straight to the kitchen. As usual. As if nothing had happened.
You washed the ingredients, chopped, cookedâall with the same movements. Neat. Organized. Professional.
But that day, your mind couldnât fully focus. Those words still echoed. That tone. The way she looked at you. As if⊠you were beneath. As if⊠you had no value. You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.
âYou can do this,â you whispered softly. âJust normal.â
Tang-ie came, sitting near your feet. You stroked him gently.
âJust a bad day.â
But it wasnât over. During dinner, Yoongi sat as usual. You served the food. He took a bite. Then put the spoon down.
âThis time itâs bland.â
You stayed silent for a moment.
âYes, maybe Iââ
âYou cook every day, but it never tastes right,â he cut in.
His tone wasnât loud. But sharp enough. Sharp enough to⊠pierce. And somehowâthat day you werenât as strong as usual. Maybe because of what happened earlier. Maybe because you had held it in for too long. Maybe because everything⊠piled up.
âCanât you even cook?â he continued.
That sentenceâsomething that might have felt ordinary on another dayâfelt different that day. Too heavy. You lowered your head. Trying to answer as usual.
âYes, I willââ
But your voice stopped. Your breath caught. And before you could hold it inâyour tears fell. One. Then another. You immediately turned away, trying to hide it, but it was too late. The room was too quiet not to notice.
âI⊠Iâm sorry,â you said softly, your voice trembling but still restrained from breaking. âMaybe I wasnât focused today.â
Yoongi didnât answer immediately. And you didnât dare look at him.
âIâd like to leave early today,â you continued, still forcing your voice to stay steady. âIâll fix it tomorrow.â
You bowed slightly. Formal. Like clients and workers. As it should be. Even though your heart⊠was no longer whole like when you first came.
You took off your apron, placed it neatly, and took your bag. Tang-ie meowed softly as you passed. You stopped for a moment, stroking his head.
âSee you tomorrow,â you whispered.
Then you left. Leaving that big houseâwhich for the first time, felt truly⊠too cold for you to return to.
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The next day, you still came. As if nothing had happened.
Your face was calm, your steps steady, and your routine continued the sameâopening the door, going straight to the kitchen, preparing ingredients, cooking with a rhythm you had memorized too well. As if yesterdayâs tears were just⊠a small part that didnât need to be carried into today. And maybe that was how you survived.
Tang-ie greeted you as usual, meowing softly near your feet. You gave a faint smile, stroking him briefly before starting to work.
âToday has to be better,â you whispered softly.
But the world doesnât always give space for that. When you stepped out briefly to buy additional ingredients, you saw them again. The mother and child from yesterday. And this time⊠not alone.
Several other women stood nearbyâwell-dressed, the same aura, the same way of standing. You didnât need to ask to know⊠they were from the same circle. Women in elite complexes like UN Village, used to living above, and seeing others⊠from below.
You tried to pass by as usual. Not looking. Not seeking trouble. But their voices⊠were too clear to ignore.
âThatâs the one from yesterday, right?â
âYes, the one working in that houseâŠâ
âWhy is she always going in and out?â
Your steps slowed slightly.
âWhat does she even do?â
âNot a maid⊠but not family eitherâŠâ
There was a small laugh. Then one sentence that made your steps truly stop, even if just for a fraction of a secondâ
âCould she be⊠a paid girl?â
The world felt⊠silent. Not because they stopped talking. But because your ears seemed to refuse to hear any further. You took a breath. Deep. Slow. Then you kept walking. Without turning. Without responding. Because this wasnât just about you. This was about Min Yoongi too.
One small rumor could spread. And you knew⊠he had been hurt enough without something like this added.
So you stayed silent.
That day, you worked as usual. Cooking. Tidying. Keeping everything running. As if those words didnât stick in your head. As if nothing had changed. But inside⊠you knew. You couldnât keep going like this.
The next day, they were still there. The comments grew clearer. Bolder. Less filtered. And you⊠remained silent. Professional. Keeping your distance.
Until finally, you realizedâstaying silent wasnât enough. Because if this continues⊠it wouldnât just be you who would break. But also the person you had been trying to protect from the start.
That night, you gathered the courage to contact Yoongiâs mother. The conversation wasnât long. But enough to make your heart feel heavier.
âI think⊠I have to quit,â you said softly.
On the other hand, the womanâs voice immediately changed.
âWhy?â
You didnât answer right away. Then you explained. About those women. About what they said. About how it could lead in the wrong direction. And how you⊠didnât want Yoongi to be affected again.
A long silence.
Thenâ âI donât agree.â
You went quiet.
âHe needs you,â she continued. âMaybe he doesnât show it, but I know. He eats now. Thatâs already a big change.â
You bit your lip softly.
âYes, but because of me he ends up getting rumors like thatâŠâ
âIâll handle that,â she cut in gently but firmly. âYou donât leave.â
You closed your eyes for a moment. On one side, you knew she was right. On the other hand⊠you were also human. And you were too tired.
âIâll think about it,â you whispered finally.
But inside, you already knew the answer.
The next day, you came as usual. And as usual⊠Yoongi stayed the same. Cold. Distant. As if nothing had changed. Until finally, you gathered the courage to speak.
âI want to quit.â
The sentence was simple. But enough to make him stop in place.
He looked at you. For a long time.
âWhy?â he asked shortly.
You lowered your head slightly.
âPersonal reasons.â
He clicked his tongue softly.
âItâs only been two weeks.â
You stayed silent.
âCouldnât handle it, huh?â he continued, his tone thin, almost mocking. âWeak.â
That wordâsomething you might have ignored on another dayâfelt deeper that day. Sharper. And you still didnât respond.
âYes,â you answered softly.
Not because you agreed. But because you were too tired to explain.
He looked away, as if your decision didnât matter.
âFine,â he said.
Just like that. As if you had never meant anything. And that⊠was enough to make your chest feel empty again.
That day you still worked until the end. As usual. As if it was just a normal last working day. Without drama. Without emotion. Without anything.
But what you didnât knowâthat night, Yoongiâs mother spoke to him. And for the first time, he heard something that⊠he had never seen himself. About the women in the complex. About what they said. About how you chose to stay silent. About how you endured everything⊠just so his name wouldnât be dragged again.
A long silence after that. Yoongi didnât respond immediately. Didnât react right away. But something slowly⊠moved inside him. Something he had kept tightly shut. Something he had ignored.
About you.
About everything you did without ever being appreciated.
About how you stayed⊠even when you were hurt from all directions.
And for the first time since you came into that houseâMin Yoongi felt⊠maybe all this time, he was the one who had never truly seen.
. Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
The change came slowly. Almost unnoticeable if you werenât really paying attention.
That morning, you arrived as usualâcalm, neat, without excessive expression. You took off your shoes, went straight to the kitchen, and started preparing the ingredients. Tang-ie greeted you, as always, meowing softly and brushing against your legs.
You gave a faint smile.
âLast day, huh,â you whispered softly.
You didnât know whether you would really leave today or not. But you had prepared yourself⊠for it.
Upstairs, Min Yoongi stood for quite a while at the edge of the stairs. Watching. For the first time⊠not just seeing you as something bothersome. But truly⊠seeing.
The way you moved in the kitchen. The way your hands cut ingredients with a calm rhythm. The way you occasionally paused to taste, then adjusted the flavor without rushing. All of it⊠had always been there. He just never cared to notice.
âYou came earlier today.â
His voice suddenly broke the silence. You paused for a moment. Then turned.
âYes.â Your answer was short. Neutral. Not cold, but not warm either. And that⊠was different.
Usually, you would add something. A small sentence. A more lively tone. Now⊠there was nothing.
Yoongi walked down slowly. âWhat are you cooking?â
You returned to the cutting board. âAs usual.â
The same kind of answer. Short. Clear. Leaving no room for further conversation.
He stood there for a few seconds. As if waiting. But you didnât continue. Didnât ask back. Didnât try to start a conversation. And eventually⊠he was the one who left first.
Strange. Usually, you were the one trying. Now⊠you were pulling away.
That day, Yoongi actually sat down when you served the food. He ate. Slowly.
And as usualâ âNot warm enough.â
You nodded slightly. âIâll fix it.â
No defense. No explanation. Just that. And somehow⊠it felt different. Not because his words changed. But because your reaction did. No longer trying. No longer hoping. Just⊠doing.
The next day, Yoongi started appearing around you more often. Not to get angry. Not to criticize. But⊠as if searching for something.
âDo you always cook by yourself?â he asked one afternoon.
âYes.â
âArenât you tired?â
âIâm used to it.â
Your answers remained short. Always enough. No more. He looked at you for a few seconds longer. And for the first time, he noticed small things that previously⊠never entered his mind.
Your face. Not strikingly beautiful. But⊠natural. Calm. Without trying to look attractive. Without heavy makeup. Without an attitude seeking attention. And that⊠made it harder for him to look away.
The way you tied your hair. The way you tucked stray strands without realizing. The way you focused on your work⊠as if the outside world didnât matter.
He frowned slightly. Why was he only noticing all of this now?
âAre you⊠always like this?â he asked again.
You paused briefly.
âLike what?â
âJust⊠normal.â
You looked at him. And for the first time⊠there was a clear distance in your eyes.
âI am just normal,â you answered.
The sentence was simple. But enough to silence him. Because now⊠you truly sounded like someone who didnât want more. Didnât want closeness. Didnât want involvement. And that was the opposite of what he had always thought about people around him.
Yoongi was used to people approaching him. People want something. People see his status as BTSâas access, as opportunity.
But you⊠werenât like that. You never tried to get close. Never took advantage. Never even⊠seemed interested beyond your job.
And thatâwas exactly what made him start paying attention.
Meanwhile, you⊠kept your distance even more. Not because you hated him. Not because you were angry. But because you knew your boundaries. You knew the kind of world he lived in. You knew how easily people could misunderstand.
You knew how one small step could turn into a big rumorâespecially in a place like UN Village, where people spoke faster than they understood.
And you didnât want to be part of that. You didnât want to become the reason for new problems in his life.
So you stepped back. Slowly. Surely. Still polite. Still professional. But clearly⊠keeping your distance.
And for the first timeâYoongi felt it.
That distance. That absence.
Not a big loss. Not something dramatic. But⊠enough to make him realizeâthat the person who had always been in that house, the one he always ignored, the one he always hurt, was slowly⊠no longer in the same place.
. Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
That day, you came with a decision you had fully made. Not one made out of momentary emotion, but because you had thought everything throughâabout your job, about your boundaries, about everything that had started to feel⊠too far from just being âprofessional.â
You finished cooking as usual. Calm. Neat. Without mistakes.
And when Min Yoongi sat at the dining table, you stood not far away as usual.
âI want to quit.â
This time, you didnât wait for the ârightâ moment.
You said it immediately.
The spoon in Yoongiâs hand stopped. He didnât look at you right away. Didnât react immediately.
A few seconds passed, thenâ âYou canât.â His answer was quick. Too quick.
You frowned slightly. âIâm asking for permission, not your opinion,â you said softly, still polite.
He lifted his head. Looking at you. âYou canât quit.â
His tone wasnât loud. But firm. And⊠strangely, it sounded like someone who didnât want to lose somethingâeven though he himself didnât know what it was.
You took a slow breath. âWhatâs the reason?â
Silence. Yoongi opened his mouth, as if wanting to answer. Then closed it again. His gaze shifted briefly to the table, then back to you.
ââŠYou just canât.â
You stayed quiet. That answer⊠didnât make sense. And you werenât someone who would stay just because of âjust because.â
âI need a reason,â you said softly.
He let out a rough breath, clearly frustratedânot at you, but at himself for not being able to explain.
âJust do your job,â he finally said. âDonât ask too much.â
You looked at him for a few seconds. Then nodded slightly. âOkay.â
But this time⊠the distance was even clearer than before.
That day, Yoongi ate.
And for the first timeâthere was no comment.
No âtoo salty.â No ânot enough flavor.â Not anything.
He just ate. Quietly.
And you noticed⊠even though you didnât show it.
You knew. From the beginning⊠there was nothing wrong with your cooking.
And it seemedâhe finally realized it too.
The following days changed. Not drastically. Not warmly. But⊠different. Yoongi started actually eating. Always. Without comments. Without criticism.
And that⊠felt more honest than all the words before.
Sometimes he still stood in the kitchen while you cooked. Not speaking. Just watching. And you stayed the sameâcalm, focused, not trying to get closer. Not giving more space than necessary.
Meanwhile, outsideâYoongiâs mother became even more confused. At first, she truly wanted you to stay. Because you didnât just helpâyou cared. And that was rare.
Among her friends, your name was often mentioned.
âThat girl is so kind,â she would say repeatedly.
Not because you were perfect. But because you were sincere. And that⊠showed.
When you said you wanted to quit, she had tried to hold you back. But after knowing your reasonsâabout the rumors, the pressure, everything you endured aloneâher heart couldnât bear it.
âWouldnât it be better⊠to just let her quit?â she said one night to Yoongi.
Her tone was soft. More like⊠worried.
âSheâs endured enough.â
Yoongi stayed silent. Not answering immediately. His hands folded, his gaze empty ahead.
A few seconds passed. Thenâ âNo.â The same answer. Short. But more certain than before.
His mother looked at him, slightly surprised. âWhy?â
Silence. Yoongi looked away. ââŠShe still works well.â
That wasnât the reason. His mother knew. And for the first time, something began to become clearâsomething that had never been there before. Her son⊠was starting to change. Slowly. Very slowly. And maybeâhe himself hadnât realized it yet.
Meanwhile, in that big house in UN Villageâyou were still standing in the kitchen. Still cooking. Still keeping your distance. And Yoongiâfor the first timeâwas starting to learn⊠what it felt like to not want someone to leave, but not knowing how to ask them to stay.
. Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
A few days later, the atmosphere in the house felt slightly different. Not because of you. Not because Yoongi changed drastically either. But because that day⊠his mother came.
You already knew beforehand, so in the morning you prepared everything more neatly than usual. Not to show off, not to appear betterâjust because you wanted to make sure⊠nothing was wrong.
The kitchen was clean. The table was arranged. Warm dishes with simple but elegant plating.
When the door opened and Min Yoongiâs mother stepped in, the atmosphere that was usually cold⊠shifted. More alive. Warmer.
âYou must be Y/N, right?â she greeted you with a genuinely warm smile.
You bowed slightly. âYes, maâam.â
âThank you for taking care of Yoongi all this time.â
You smiled faintly. âIâm just doing my job.â
âBut you do it with heart,â she replied immediately.
The sentence was simple. But enough to make your chest⊠feel a little warm.
Yoongi stood not far from there, watching. Silent. As usual. But this time⊠not completely indifferent.
At lunchtime, you served the food as usual. This time⊠they ate together. His mother sat at the table, took a bite. Then her eyes lit up.
âThis is delicious.â
You were slightly surprised, but still smiled politely. âThank you.â
âReally, this tastes perfect. Where did you learn to cook?â
âSelf-taught.â
âNo wonder Yoongi eats at home now.â
That sentence made the atmosphere fall slightly quiet.
Yoongi, who was eating, simply⊠nodded faintly. No comments. No corrections. No criticism. Just quiet⊠and eating.
And somehowâthat felt far more meaningful than all the comments he had ever made before.
His mother smiled seeing that. Clearly⊠she noticed. All those small changes.
The conversation continued lightly. About food, about your work, about simple things. Until eventuallyâthe topic shifted.
âBy the way,â his mother said casually, turning to you, âI have an acquaintance.â
You glanced slightly.
âA friendâs son. A director at a big company. Heâs kind, well-established, handsome too,â she continued with a smile. âI think heâd suit you.â
You paused slightly. Not surprised. But⊠not completely ready either.
âOh⊠thank you, maâam,â you replied politely.
âYou donât mind if I introduce you?â
You thought for a moment. This was normal. Nothing wrong with it. And you had never seriously thought about things like that, but you werenât closed off either.
âYes, thatâs fine.â
Yoongi, who had been eating calmlyâstopped. His spoon froze mid-air. His gaze didnât go directly to you. But clearly⊠he heard.
âGood,â his mother continued happily. âIâll send your number later.â
âYes, maâam.â
The conversation continued. As if it was just a small thing. But not for Yoongi.
From that moment, the atmosphere at the dining table felt⊠slightly different. He didnât speak. But he seemed⊠less calm than before.
And you noticed it. Even though you didnât know why.
A few hours later, his mother left. The house returned⊠quiet. As usual.
You were tidying the kitchen when Yoongi suddenly appeared behind you.
âGive me your phone.â
You turned, slightly confused. âWhy?â
âJust give it.â
His tone was flat. But there was something⊠unusual.
You hesitated for a moment.
âEomma sent you the number, right?â
You didnât answer immediately. And that⊠was already enough.
He stepped closer. âGive it.â
You finally handed your phone over. He immediately opened it, found the chatâdidnât take long. And before you could reactâhe deleted it.
You froze.
âYoongiââ
âDonât reply.â
You looked at him. âWhy?â
He didnât answer right away. His hand is still holding your phone, but his gaze now⊠elsewhere.
âNo need.â
âThatâs my business,â you said softly, but clearly.
He lifted his head, looking at you. And for the first time⊠there was something in his eyes that wasnât cold. Not angry. More like⊠restless.
âYou work here,â he finally said. âJust focus here.â
That sounded like a reason. But not a strong one.
You frowned slightly. âThat has nothing to do with it.â
He stayed silent. Like beforeâunable to explain. And that⊠made you even more uneasy.
You took a slow breath.
âYou donât have the right to control that,â you continued, still calm even though your heart felt unsettled.
He looked away. His jaw tightened slightly.
âDo whatever you want,â he said finally.
But his tone⊠didnât really mean that.
He handed your phone back. Then left. As usual. Leaving you with more questions than answers.
You stood in the kitchen, staring at your phone screen that was now empty. This should have been normal. You should have been angry. Or at least⊠annoyed.
But what you felt insteadâconfusion.
And a little⊠fear.
Because you knewâhe wasnât an ordinary person. He was part of BTS. His world⊠was different. And you didnât want to be dragged into something you didnât understand.
Meanwhile, in another roomâMin Yoongi sat in silence. His hands were empty. But his mind wasnât.
For the first timeâyour presence was no longer something he merely tolerated.
But something⊠he was starting to notice.
And maybeâsomething he was starting to fear losing, even before he truly understood what it was.
. Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
That morning felt⊠too quiet.
You came as usual to the villa in UN Village, opened the door carefully, took off your shoes, then went straight to the kitchen. Tang-ie still greeted you, meowing softly and brushing against your legs like always. But something was different.
After everything was ready, you waited. Usually, at least he would come down briefly. Today⊠nothing. You let out a quiet breath, then walked toward the stairs.
âYoongi?â
No answer.
You knocked on his door. Gently at first. Then a bit louder. Still nothing.
Your brows started to furrow. âYoongi, Iâm outside.â
Silence.
You stood there for a few seconds. Then went back down. Maybe heâs sleeping, you thought. You tried not to panic. You continued tidying the house, organizing a few areas as usual. But the uneasy feeling⊠didnât leave.
One hour. Two hours. Still no sound.
You went upstairs again. This time, your knock was firmer.
âYoongi?â
Still no answer. Your heart began beating faster. âIf you donât answer, Iâm coming in.â
No response.
Slowly, you opened the door. And the moment it openedâyou knew something was wrong.
Min Yoongi lay on the bed, his face pale, his breathing heavy. The blanket was messy, and even from that distance you could see⊠he wasnât okay.
You immediately approached. âYoongi?â
No response. You touched his foreheadâhot. Very hot.
âOh GodâŠâ
You didnât panic. You couldnât panic.
You moved quicklyâgetting water, a small towel, making sure he was in a more comfortable position. You opened the window slightly, replaced the compress, and tried to wake him gently.
âYoongi⊠can you hear me?â
He groaned softly. At least he was conscious.
âYou have a fever,â you whispered, your voice automatically softer.
That day⊠completely changed. You were no longer just cooking. You were taking care of him. Watching over him. Making sure he drank, even if you had to insist. Replacing the compress multiple times. Sitting beside the bed, observing every small change.
Time passed without you realizing. Afternoon. Night. The room lights were dim, leaving only a warm glow that made the atmosphere calmer⊠but also quieter.
You sat on the chair beside the bed, your body starting to feel tired, but you couldnât really leave.
âI should go homeâŠâ you whispered softly.
But you didnât move. Because every time you tried to standâyou saw his face. Pale. Weak. And you couldnât bring yourself to leave.
When you finally stood to get somethingâsuddenlyâ Your hand was grabbed. You startled. Turned. Yoongi. His eyes were still closed. His breathing was heavy. As if⊠not fully conscious.
âDonâtâŠâ
His voice was hoarse. Almost a whisper.
You froze.
âDonât leaveâŠâ
His grip tightened around your wrist. You didnât know what to do.
âYoongi⊠Iâm justââ
âDonât leave meâŠâ
This time clearer. Deeper. And somehow⊠it didnât sound like someone with a fever. More like⊠someone truly afraid.
You stayed silent. A few seconds passed. Then slowly⊠you sat back down.
âOkay,â you whispered softly. âIâm here.â
His hand was still holding yours. And you⊠didnât let go. That night, you didnât go home. You stayed there, sitting beside his bed, occasionally replacing the compress, making sure he stayed stable. Tang-ie even climbed onto the bed, curling up near his feet, as if guarding too.
Time moved slowly. And without realizingâyour head began to feel heavy. Your eyes slowly closed. And eventually⊠you fell asleep. Still sitting on that chair. Still beside him. Still with your hands almost touching.
A few hours laterâ Yoongi opened his eyes. Slowly. His vision was blurry at first, his head still heavy. But his body temperature had slightly dropped, his breathing more stable. He blinked a few times. Thenâhe saw you.
Sitting on the chair, your head tilted slightly to the side, asleep in a clearly uncomfortable position. Your face looked tired, but still calm.
And for a few secondsâhe just⊠stared. Silent. Not moving. Not believing.
You⊠didnât leave. Even though he knewâyou could have. After everything he had done. After everything he had said. But you stayed. Taking care of him. Without being asked. Without obligation.
Something in his chest felt⊠tight. Not from sickness. But from a feeling he had buried too deeply for too long.
He slowly sat up. Still weak, but enough. And without making much noise, he stood⊠then walked toward you. Slowly. Carefully. As if afraid of waking you.
He stopped in front of you for a few seconds. Looking at your face more closely. Natural. Calm. Without defenses. And for the first timeâhe felt⊠guilty. Deeply.
Without thinking much, he bent slightly⊠and lifted you. You were light. Lighter than he expected. He carried you to the bed, laying you down carefully, making sure your head was comfortable on the pillow, and pulling the blanket over your body.
You shifted slightly, but didnât wake. Yoongi stood there for a few seconds. Then slowly⊠sat on the other side of the bed. Watching you. For a long time. In silence.
Tang-ie moved slightly, getting closer to you, as usual. And Yoongi just⊠stayed quiet. His mind is full. Of everything he had done. Every word he had said. Every way he had treated you. And nowâyou were still here. Taking care of him. Without ever asking for anything.
He let out a quiet breath. His hand moved slightly, almost touching your hair⊠but stopped mid-air. Hesitant. Afraid. And eventually⊠he pulled his hand back. Lying down beside you. Still keeping a distance. But close enough to see you clearly.
The room was dim. The atmosphere is quiet. And for the first time since all that chaosâ Min Yoongi closed his eyes⊠with a different feeling. Not anger. Not emptiness. But something⊠slowly becoming warm. Even though he didnât yet know⊠what to call it.
. Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
Morning came slowly, slipping through the curtains with a soft, warm light. You woke up gradually. At first⊠you didnât immediately realize where you were. Until you felt something.
Warm. Close. And⊠heavy.
Your breath hitched slightly as you realizedâsomeoneâs arm was wrapped around your waist. Your body stiffened instantly. Slowly, you opened your eyes.
And thereâ You were in Min Yoongiâs bed.
Held.Â
From behind.
His face was very close to your shoulder, his breath warm, steadyânot like last night. He was much better now.
Your heart immediately started beating faster. Too loud, you were afraid he could hear it. You didnât move right away. You didnât know what to do.
Slowly⊠you tried to breathe. Calm. You had to be calm. But that was exactly what was hard.
A few seconds felt like forever. And thenâyou realized. He was awake.
You didnât see it, but you could feel it. The way his breathing changed slightly. The way he holds⊠didnât loosen. Didnât tighten either. Just⊠stayed. As if he was aware, but chose not to let go.
You closed your eyes again. Pretending to still be asleep. Trying to steady yourself. Trying to quiet all the feelings that suddenly crowded your chest.
And in that positionâ Silence.
Only the sound of your breathing. Close. Too close.
ââŠSorry.â
His voice was soft. Hoarse. Still with his eyes closed.
You didnât answer immediately. It took a few seconds before you could find your voice.
âItâs okay,â you whispered. And that was honest.
You werenât angry. Not upset. Not blaming. But⊠that didnât mean everything was fine. Silence again.
His arm was still there. Still holding you. And you knewâif you didnât say something now, you would be pulled further than you should.
âWe need to keep our distance.â
The words came out softly. But clear.
You felt his body stiffen slightly behind you. For the first time⊠his hold changed. Not letting go. But⊠resisting. As if he didnât want to hear it.
âI know where this is going,â you continued, still with your eyes closed, because you werenât sure you could say it if you had to look at him. âAnd I canât.â
Silence. Heavier than before.
âI donât fit into your world,â you whispered. âYour life⊠isnât something I can bring into mine.â
Every word felt like⊠you were pulling it out of your own chest. Slowly. Painfully. But necessary.
âI donât want to be part of something that⊠I wonât be able to handle it later.â
His arm slowly⊠weakened. But hadnât fully let go. And at that momentâfor the first timeâYoongi opened his eyes.
His gaze was blank for a few seconds. Then⊠it fell onto your back. Close. Too close. And somehowâyour words hurt more than all the harsh comments he had ever heard. All this timeâpeople always came to him. Got close. Reached. Expected. No one ever stepped back. No one ever chose⊠no.
And youâ You did. Without hesitation. Without trying to stay longer. Without even⊠giving him a chance. His chest felt tight. Not from anger. Not just from ego. But becauseâfor the first timeâhe realized. This feeling⊠was real. Not just getting used to your presence. Not just comfort. But more. And youâ You had already drawn the line first.
ââŠDo you think Iâm playing around?â
His voice was low. Still hoarse.
You slowly opened your eyes. Looking straight ahead.
It wasnât a harsh rejection. But thatâwas what hurt the most. Because you werenât rejecting him. You were rejecting the possibility. Rejecting a path he hadnât even explained yet. And that⊠left him with no room to fight back.
His arm finally⊠let go. Slowly. Like something forced. He pulled back slightly. But didnât fully move away. His gaze remained on you. Silent. Heavy.
For the first timeâ Min Yoongi felt something unfamiliar. Rejection. Not because he wasnât enough. Not because he lacked anything. But because⊠you chose not to enter his world. And somehowâ That hurt far deeper than an ordinary rejection.
Meanwhile, youâ Slowly sat up from that position. Sitting at the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath. Holding everything you felt inside. Because the truth wasâ This wasnât easy for you either. Not at all. But you knewâ If you didnât stop now⊠You might not be able to stop later.
Author Notes: Do you think I should make a Part 2?
I just want to give Yoongi a warm hug and cradle him in my arms . How hurt our baby must have been , seeing how an entire industry basically turned their backs on him and dragged him through the mug . And throughout out it all he did not last our or shrink from responsibility. Shout out to mama Min for doing whatever needed for her son . I dont know if I could have remained working in that type of slience and ugh what rude women in the complex , giving our girl a hard time for nothing ! They were the ones at fault not MC , but similar to Yoongi she seems to be the type to suffer in silence . Them ending up in the bed together was not on my bingo card , very interesting development . Tangie is defiantly the most astounding character lol . I am curious in this universe is Yoongi completing his active duty office assignment , or prephaps on a break from that duty . Will MC ever meet JK her bias , as a firm SOPE girl its kind unfathomable not being SOPE biased lol.
Yoongiâs supposed to be on set. But instead heâs sweating under his leather outfit with you spread out on his lap, bouncing on his cock.
It starts off with him just going to his trailer because he forgot his lucky bracelet (the one you gave him on his birthday the first year you celebrated together). The door almost hits him on the ass by the time you jump him, and he barely has time to be surprised before you grab his face and pull him down.
âHowâd you sneak in here?â he chuckles between breathless kisses, hands going to your waist like clockwork.
âIâm your wife. Duh,â you snap, fingers ensnaring the heavy chains around his neck.
âI start filming in five minutes.â
âIâll be quick.â He never argues with you. He lets you push him down on the couch, straddle him, kiss and lick at the base of his neck, knowing you donât need the reminder not to make marks unless you want a hit put on you by his stylist, and youâre always careful not to touch his face for that same reason. It takes him a second to realize youâre wearing a skirt. He opens his mouth to scold you for coming to see him in clothes like that since itâs so cold out but then you reach under to dip into your bare, sopping pussy. Ah. Easy access. You came with a plan.
In all the years youâve been together, itâs never taken much for you to get him hard. You walk into a room and bam - he has to adjust himself. And when you touch him - there goes his thoughts for a few minutes. Itâs always been like this, and he knows itâll never change. So when you figure out how to get into his boxers without pushing down too much leather, heâs already stiff and leaking at the tip.
You smear down his precum and he bites his lip when you grab his cock with the fingers you had between your legs, glistening with your slick, making him nice and wet for you.
âDamn, baby. Were you playing with yourself while you waited for me?â
âMhmm,â you nod, whimpering as you finally let him penetrate your walls. Youâre so wet and warm and tight when you sink down on him that he has to hold in a breath to keep himself together. But then he reminds himself that this is a quickie. He knows you could stay here and ride him until his balls are empty, but, unfortunately, he doesnât have that kind of time. His phone - that he shouldnât even have on him in the first place (he does though, just for you) - has been vibrating in his pocket for the past few minutes, but the more heâs distracted, the longer itâll take him to make you both come, so he ignores it.
Your hands grip his shoulders as you wiggle your hips to adjust to his girth that he finds so fucking cute every single time, but he can hardly feel your touch through the thick leather of his jacket. He curses, because his fingerless gloves are preventing him from fully touching the skin on your hip, so he grips you hard enough to bruise. Usually, heâd let you bounce and ride him until you came on him and got too tired to carry on, but to speed things up, he bucks up into you, watching your parted lips spill out moans as he grinds against your spot, grunting as it makes you squeeze him and suck him deeper in. He kisses you, swallowing your sweet sounds, and his balls tighten when your fingers dig into the side of his head, tightly fisting his hair. Telltale sign that youâre close. You must've really worked yourself up while you were waiting for him.
âCome for me,â he whispers against your lips, fingers dropping and finding your clit to press and rub you over the edge. You loudly cry out his name, pulling at his hair so his head tips to the side as he continues fucking up into you and kissing the underside of your jaw. âThatâs it, baby. Fuck, youâre squeezing me so good.â
âCome inside," you warble, cheek lolling against his temple, fingers still entangled in his hair, cunt clenching him through your aftershocks.
âMm.â Eyebrows pinched, his fingers return to flex on your hip, cock twitching at the mere thought of getting to fill you up. âRemember to take your pill.â
You whine, indignant. He sighs, shakes his head. You make that sound when he doesnât give you what you want.
âIâll give you a baby when we come back from tour, âkay?â
You whine again, louder and borderline disobedient, slamming down on him like it tells him something. Sucking in a hiss because damn that felt good, he slaps your ass and massages out the sting, a silent warning to stop being a brat. This is one thing heâs not going to let you win an argument about.
âHey, that was the deal, right? Iâm not leaving you at home alone and pregnant while I fly around the world for eight months.â
âYeah, but by the time youâd get back, youâd have a baby. You wouldnât have to deal with all my pregnancy bullshit,â you try to reason, hips still rolling, eyes glassy and pout pathetic. He frowns. Youâve both had this conversation multiple times before, but thatâs the first time youâve made this point. He doesnât fucking like it.
Yoongi tugs down on your waist to get you to stop, pelvises pressed together, cock deep inside you. But you know better than to move.
âLook at me.â You refuse, and the leather of his fingerless gloves rubs your cheeks as he grabs them. âI want to deal with all your pregnancy bullshit. I married you, remember? I signed up to put up with all your bullshit for the rest of my life and I donât plan on missing out on any of it.â
His eyes dart between both of yours, making sure what he said is sticking with you, and when you lean in to sloppily kiss him, he knows the message got through.
âNow, câmon. You said you were gonna be quick.â
You sit up straighter, and youâre clearly weakened from your orgasm but you put in effort that heâll worship you for later to bring him to his own peak. Slick sounds of your pussy and slams of your hips fill the trailer, and within seconds of you squeezing him, sucking on his earlobe, and toying with his chains, heâs muttering an incoherent string of curses and spilling deep inside you. His balls just keep pulsing and holyyy shit, he really could get you pregnant right now. (He would love nothing more, but later heâll text you another reminder to take your pill).
âI love you so fucking much,â he pants into your neck, wishing he had the time to leave his mark. âEven though youâre gonna get me in so much fucking trouble.â
âLove you, too. Donât forget you married trouble,â You grin, waggling his ring on your finger in his facr, and his hips jerk as you lift off of him. He tips his chin up when you start to lean in for another kiss but your mouth drops and your eyes go wide.
âOh, fuck, your hair-â You reach out to try and fix it, but just as you do, a loud pounding on the trailer door startles the both of you.
âShit, gotta go,â Yoongi mutters, quickly stuffing himself back in this godforsaken leather as his manager starts yelling for him to come out. You try your best to smooth down his hair, but when you keep muttering curses under your breath, he knows itâs not working.
âItâs fine. Iâll see you later.â He kisses you, lingers a second longer than he has time for, and leaves you sitting on the couch, skirt halfway up your waist, fingers playing with his cum dripping out. Fuck, youâre gonna be the death of him. He needs to shoot this music video first.
Yoongiâs manager chews him all the way out onto the set, and his stylist gives him the evilest eye when she catches sight of his hair. He just scurries towards his band because his manager already said thereâs no time to fix it.
âWhere were you?â Namjoon exclaims as Yoongi walks towards the center of the platform. He shrugs, like heâs not still perspiring and his dick isnât still hard. Luckily, his leather pants are bulky enough to hide it.
âI had to grab something.â
âLook at his hair! That means his honey came to visit,â Hobi says, waggling his brows. Yoongi shoots him daggers.
âShut up.â
The maknaes burst into raucous laughter and Taehyung and Jimin mime grabbing at each other, making overexaggerated kissing noises and mimicking the way you cry out Yoongiâs name. Yoongi turns his back on them to go to his spot, just missing Jeongguk thrusting in the air like heâs mid-Baepsae.
âYou brought this on yourself,â Namjoon mutters, stepping up next to him, fixing his gloves. Yoongi pretends not to hear. âItâs been, what, four years? And yâall still act like newlyweds.â
âWeâre making up for the time we missed while I was in the military.â
Namjoonâs face pulls back, disgusted. âOkay, well, can you not do that on our schedule?â
âSorry, leader-nim,â Yoongi fake apologizes, pressing his hands together, smirk lopsided and shit-eating. âMaybe if you let her come on tour, she wouldnât find any downtime I have now to, yknow, make up.â
Namjoon sighs, long and distressed. Yoongi only feels a little bad. Youâre his wife. He needs you by his side, and not just to have little quickies whenever thereâs minutes to spare. He was enough of a wreck being away from you during his service. He doesnât want that to happen because of work.
âFine. Iâll see what I can do.â
Yoongi smiles, lighting up inside and out. âThanks, bro. Youâre the best.â
âYeah, yeah,â Namjoon waves him off, just in time for the director to call for action.
He doesnât know how crazy his hair looks until they play the footage back to check for mistakes and potential position adjustments. His band members tease him, but it makes him smile that itâs there because you need to grab onto his hair when he makes you come. No one outside of this set will ever know his cowlick is thanks to his wife, and that makes him like it even more.
He still left his damn bracelet.
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thank you for reading!!! ahhhh i cant believe this happened lmao pls let me know what you think with comments and reblogs!! đ
Pairing: yoongi x reader
Genre: fluff, domestic, marriage au
Word count: 4k
Authorâs note: i just need someone to catch me when i fall. To pick the things i accidentally left behind, hold my hand and tell me that iâm safe.
Thereâs something wrong with the snare file Hoseok gave.
Yoongi pursed his lips, staring at the screen of flattened audios full of soundwaves. His face shone by the light from the computer while the rest of the room is pitch black. Then, his passcode-only-accessible door beeped a certain combination and unlocked.
The light is flipped on and Yoongi didnât even blink, resuming to type, like nothing happen. You walked in, with an exasperated sigh to say, âCan you please please please watch the fried chicken so it wonât burn, I need to poop.â
Oh how we love a domesticated man and Mr Min never disappoints , even with all his little snark. Their dynamic was enjoyable to read and realistic . I especially enjoyed that part of her ingnoring him at the counter when he declined the unasked question to fry the chicken. After Bangtan most recent Hot ones interview I am curious what is his preferred style . Anywho this was nice to read and totally loved him snubbing the chick at the store , very much domesticated . Out of curiosity if you had to cook for Yoongi what dish would you make .
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Summary: When Kim Nam-joonâusually strong, composed, untouchableâfalls apart over a late-night call, he doesnât reach for medicine⊠he reaches for you. What starts as teasing and chaos slowly melts into something deeper, softer⊠and dangerously intimate. Because when distance disappears, all thatâs left is longingâand the quiet things youâd only ever do for each other.
Status: Oneshot | BC MASTERLIST
Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Reader
Word count: 4.8k~
Genre: Idol!au, Fluff, Smut
Rated: MDNI, 18+ đ
Tags: ARMY, Boyfriend!Namjoon, Secret, Drama, Slice of Life, Masturbate, VCS
Posting Date: April 11, 2026
The night in Seoul felt quieter than usual. Not because the city was truly silentâthe lights were still on, cars still passing byâbut because inside your room, everything felt⊠slower. The desk lamp cast a warm glow, softly reflecting off the walls, while you sat comfortably on your bed after a shower, your hair still half damp.
A small towel rested on your shoulders, your fingers busy drying the ends of your hair as you occasionally glanced at your phone. Moments like this were usually your favoriteâcalm, no distractions, no expectations.
Until your phone screen suddenly lit up.
Namjoon callingâŠ
Instinctively, the corners of your lips lifted. Even before you fully realized it, your heart had already reactedâwarm, light, familiar. You picked up the call immediately.
âHelloââ
âY/NâŠâ
That voice instantly changed your smile.
Soft. Hoarse. Not like usual.
Your brows furrowed automatically, your body leaning slightly forward. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
On the screen, Kim Nam-joon looked⊠different. His hair was messy, the thin t-shirt he wore slightly wrinkled, and his sitting posture wasnât relaxed like usual. He was at the edge of a hotel bed, slightly hunched, one hand pressing against his stomach.
His face looked pale. His expression was holding something back.
He let out a slow breath, as if even breathing required effort.
âMy stomach hurtsâŠâ
And for some reasonâyour reaction was purely reflex.
You burst out laughing.
âHAHAâI knew it!â you quickly covered your mouth, but the laughter had already escaped. âYou just did Hot Ones, didnât you?!â
Namjoon lifted his face slightly, looking at you with a mix of offense and resignation. âWhy are you laughing⊠this is seriousâŠâ
âHow many levels did you eat?â you were still trying to suppress your laughter, though your smile clearly hadnât disappeared.
He shook his head slowly, wincing again. âI donât know⊠the last one⊠it was like fire. Actual fire, Y/N. It went straight hereâŠâ his hand pressed into his stomach again, deeper this time.
You bit your lip, trying to stay serious⊠but the fond amusement was impossible to hide. âThatâs what you get for trying to act tough. You canât even handle spicy food.â
âBut everyone else was eatingâŠâ he muttered softly.
His tone shifted. Smaller. More defensiveâlike a child looking for justification.
And that immediately softened your expression.
Your laughter faded, replaced by a gentler smile. You let out a small sigh. âAlright⊠how are you now? Did you drink milk or something?â
âI didâŠâ he replied shortly. âBut it still hurtsâŠâ
His shoulders dropped slightly, his body looking even more drained. Then, almost like he was talking to himselfâ
âUsually when Iâm sick⊠youâre thereâŠâ
The sentence felt just like that. No drama. No pressure. But that was exactly what made you go quiet. Before you could respond, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.
âHEYâvideo call with Y/N noona?!â
âHyungâs complaining again?!â
Several heads suddenly popped into the screen without permission. Jimin was in front with his mischievous smile, Jungkook beside him waving energetically, and Taehyung leaning back casually with an entertained expression.
âNoona! Please help, our leader is so weak!â Jimin attacked immediately, laughing.
âCan you notâŠâ Namjoon tried to respond, but his voice was too weak to sound convincingâwhich only made the others more amused.
âMust be nice having a girlfriend,â Jungkook sighed dramatically. âGets a video call the moment he feels a little sick.â
âUsually he gets taken care of in person, right?â Taehyung added casually, deliberately emphasizing in person.
Namjoon immediately covered his face with one hand. âCan you guys leaveâŠâ
âWhy are you shy, hyung?â Jimin leaned closer to the camera. âNoona, heâs been like this the whole timeâlying down, holding his stomach, going âah it hurts⊠ah itâs burningâŠââ
âIt DOES hurt!â Namjoon defended himself, though he sounded even less convincing.
You couldnât hold back your smile. The scene was too⊠warm. Noisy, teasing each other, but still caring.
âDid you guys also eat something really spicy?â you finally asked.
âHe forced it!â Jimin pointed at Namjoon.
âThatâs a lie,â Jungkook cut in. âHyung got competitive too.â
âYouâre both the same,â Taehyung chuckled.
Amid all that, your eyes kept returning to Namjoon. He was still in the same position. Slightly hunched. Occasionally rubbing his stomach. He was trying to act normal⊠but you knew.
This wasnât just him being dramatic.
âGuys, can you give Namjoon some space?â you finally said, your voice softer but firm. âHe actually looks unwell.â
The atmosphere immediately calmed a little.
Jimin glanced at Namjoon, then at you. âHmm⊠yeah.â
âIâve been saying thatâŠâ Namjoon muttered quietly.
âWeâll leave you two,â Taehyung said as he stood up. âThe personal doctor is online.â
âGet well soon, hyung!â Jungkook waved.
Jimin was the last one. He leaned close to the camera and whispered quickly, âPlease take care of him, noona. Heâs really whiny,â then ran off before you could respond.
The door closed. And suddenly⊠silence. Now it was just the two of you.
Namjoon looked at you again. Longer. More focused. No distractions, no other voices. His face was still pale, but something had changedâhe seemed calmer.
âI miss youâŠâ he said softly.
You paused for a moment, then smiled gently. âI miss you too.â
He let out a long breath and leaned against the headboard. âIf you were here⊠youâd already be panicking, telling me to drink this and that, nagging meâŠâ
âAnd you wouldnât listen,â you cut in immediately.
He smiled faintly. âTrueâŠâ
âAnd then youâd say âIâm fineâ when youâre clearly not.â
Namjoon looked at you more deeply, his smile growing slightly. âYou know me too well.â
âBecause youâre always like that.â
Silence. But not an awkward one. More like⊠comfortable. He shifted his phone a little closer, as if trying to shorten the distance between you.
âSo⊠are you taking care of me now?â he asked softly.
You nodded. âYeah. Even if itâs just through a screen.â
His gaze softened. Deeper.
âThen, Doctor Y/N,â he teased lightly, âwhat should I do?â
You pulled the blanket onto your lap and started in a half-serious tone.
âOkay. Firstâsit properly. Donât curl up like that.â
He obeyed immediately, slowly fixing his posture.
âSecondâget some warm water. Not cold.â
He glanced to the side. âThe warm water is farâŠâ
You gave him a sharp look. âNamjoon.â
He raised his hands in surrender. âAlright, alrightâŠâ
âGo get it now.â
He let out a long sigh, but eventually stood up. His steps were slow, a bit heavy. You watched without realizing itâthe way he moved, the way he endured the discomfort.
Once he came back with a glass of water, you continued.
âThirdâdrink slowly.â
He did.
And somehow⊠that made you smile a little.
âAnd fourthâŠâ you paused.
He looked at you, waiting. Your voice softened.
âStay on the call with me.â
He went quiet. Then nodded slightly.
âDeal.â
He leaned back again, this time more relaxed. His breathing still wasnât fully steady, but his expression was much calmer. And slowly, you started talking. Small things. Random things. Simple things you usually shared.
Namjoon just listened. Occasionally nodding. Occasionally smiling softly.
And without you realizingâ his eyes started to glisten slightly. Not because of the spice anymore. But because⊠he truly missed you.
 Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
Time passed without you realizing it.
You were still in the same position, leaning against the headboard with your phone in hand, while on the screen, Namjoon looked slightly calmer now. Not fully recoveredâhis hand still occasionally moved to his stomachâbut at least his breathing wasnât as heavy as before.
The atmosphere between you had changed. Not panicked anymore. More⊠slow.
âAre you feeling better?â you asked softly, your voice almost like a whisper.
Namjoon didnât answer right away. He just looked at you for a few seconds, as if enjoying the fact that you were still there. Then he slowly shook his head.
âStill burningâŠâ he muttered.
His hand pressed against his stomach again, more gently this time, like the pain was easing but not completely gone.
You nodded slightly, trying to stay calm. âDid you eat anything after that?â
âManager hyung gave me milk and breadâŠâ he replied. âThen told me to rest.â
His tone was flat. Not because he didnât careâbut more like⊠empty. Like something was missing.
âDid you take medicine?â
âYeah.â
Short answer. Silence again.
Namjoon tilted his phone slightly, then slowly lay down. His movements werenât rushed, as if he was being careful with his own body. The blanket was pulled up to his stomach, his hand still occasionally moving over the fabric, trying to find the most comfortable position.
You watched without realizing it. The small details. The way he breathed. The way his shoulders slowly dropped. The way his eyes occasionally closed for a moment before opening again.
âYou look really tiredâŠâ you finally said softly.
Namjoon gave a faint smile.
âYeahâŠâ
Then, after a small pauseâ
âAnd⊠it feels different.â
You frowned slightly. âDifferent how?â
He went quiet for a moment. His gaze dropped, then returned to you.
âUsually when Iâm sickâŠâ he paused, taking a slow breath, ââŠI donât have to think about anything.â
You didnât interrupt.
âBecause you already think about everything first.â
The sentence was simple. But the way he said itâwithout joking, without hiding itâmade your chest feel warm⊠and heavy at the same time.
âWhat to drink, what to eat, how I should restâŠâ he continued. âYouâre always nagging⊠but it means I donât have to take care of myself.â
You smiled slightly. âItâs not that you donât have toâyouâre just lazy.â
Namjoon let out a soft chuckle. This time, more alive.
âThatâs trueâŠâ
Silence again. But this time, it felt deeper.
âBut nowâŠâ his voice dropped again, ââŠI have to remind myself.â
He glanced at the glass beside him.
âI have to get up and get water on my own. I have to remember to take my medicineâŠâ
His hand touched the glass briefly, then let go again.
âManager hyung helps⊠but it justâŠâ he paused, searching for the word, ââŠdoesnât feel the same.â
You understood immediately. It wasnât about who helped him. It was about who he wanted.
You leaned slightly closer to the screen, your voice softening. âNamjoonâŠâ
He looked at you right away. Quickly. Like he had been waiting for you to speak.
âYouâre doing well,â you said softly. âYouâre still taking care of yourself even when youâre far from me.â
He shook his head. Quickly.
âI donât want to be strong.â
You almost laughed.
âI just want to be spoiledâŠâ
His voice was small. Honest. Unfiltered.
And that was⊠so him.
You covered your mouth for a moment, holding back a smile. âYouâre the leader of BTS, you know that?â
âYeahâŠâ he replied quickly, ââŠbut Iâm also your boyfriend.â
You froze.
No argument. No quick response. Just a gaze that softened instantly.
Namjoon moved his phone a little closer. His face filled the screenâslightly tired eyes, messy hair, an expression he rarely showed to others.
âIâm tired of pretending to be strong,â he said softly. âWith you⊠I donât have to.â
You took a slow breath.
âAlright,â you replied gently. âThen you donât have to be strong right now. Iâm here.â
Namjoon went quiet.
Then he pulled the blanket higher, almost covering half his face, but his eyes stayed on you.
âCan I be clingy?â he asked.
You smiled warmly. âYouâve been clingy this whole time.â
He smiled softly. And this time⊠his eyes became slightly watery again.
Before the moment could go any deeperâ
Knock knock.
A knock on the door.
âHyung! Can I come in?â
A familiar voice.
Namjoon let out a small sigh. âJust come inâŠâ
The door opened. And the atmosphere instantly changed.
Jungkook walked in first, one hand holding his stomach, his face wincing but still carrying his usual energy. Behind him, Jimin followed, his steps a little slower but his smile already there.
âY/N noona!â Jungkook immediately waved at the camera. âIâm sick tooâŠâ
You shook your head slowly, unable to hold back a smile. âWhat is wrong with all of youâŠâ
âThis isnât our fault,â Jimin defended himself right away. âThat last sauce was evil.â
âManager hyung gave us medicine too,â Jungkook added while sitting on the floor near the bed. âBut it still⊠hurts differently.â
Namjoon glanced at them briefly. Then back at you. His expression shifted slightly. Calmer⊠but there was something else.
âIâm talking to Y/N,â he said softly, but clearly.
Jimin immediately burst into laughter. You laughed softly too, shaking your head.
But in the middle of itâNamjoon wasnât focused on them. He was only looking at you. His hand moved slowly over the blanket, then he said quietlyâ
âI want you hereâŠâ
The noise around seemed to fade. Jimin and Jungkook were still joking, but for you⊠the only thing you heard was him.
âIf you were hereâŠâ he continued softly, ââŠI probably wouldnât feel this bad.â
You bit your lip, holding back something hard to explain.
âThen next time,â you finally said, half joking, half serious, âIâll just go with you to the US.â
You smiled slightly. âIf you promise not to eat spicy food again.â
He immediately shook his head. âNo promises.â
You laughed.
And this timeâNamjoon laughed too. Softly. But real.
For the first time since he said he was in pain⊠he actually looked a little better.
On the other side, Jungkook leaned his head against the bed, letting out a dramatic sigh. âI think I need Y/N noona tooâŠâ
Jimin immediately nudged him. âYou need self-control.â
âYou too,â Jungkook shot back quickly.
You laughed softly watching them.
The atmosphere became warm again. Light. But beneath all of itâNamjoonâs gaze never truly left you.
And without you realizing itâ
the presence of the two people in that room didnât feel disturbing. Instead, it slowly⊠became part of the rhythm of your night.
A habit that felt natural.
As ifâthis wasnât over yet.
And it wasnât.
Because without realizing itâ
That night would continue, longer. More crowded. And more⊠close.
 Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
The room that had been quiet earlier was now filled againâbut not with chaos. More like⊠warmth.
Jungkook was already sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back leaning against the side of the bed, one hand still holding his stomach. Jimin climbed onto the bed, sitting a bit far from Namjoon but still within the frame, his face already full of expression again.
And like you could feelâ they didnât really intend to leave.
âNoonaâŠâ Jungkook moved a little closer to the phone, his eyes widening with an expression that was clearly too exaggerated to be serious. âTake care of me tooâŠâ
You let out a small laugh. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âMy stomach hurts tooâŠâ he pouted, his tone turning clingy. âI think itâs worse than Namjoon hyungâŠâ
âHEY,â Namjoon protested softly.
Jimin immediately chimed in, âIâm sick too⊠but Iâm the strongest.â
âYouâve been the noisiest,â Namjoon replied, his voice now slightly more alive.
You shook your head slowly, your smile still there. âYou guys⊠one by one.â
You adjusted your sitting position, as if you were really dealing with multiple patients at once.
âOkay. Jungkook first,â you started, half serious. âHave you had milk?â
Jungkook nodded quickly. âI have. But I think itâs not enoughâŠâ
âDonât drink too much either. Youâll feel nauseous.â
âOkayyyâŠâ he replied, dragging the word, but still obeying.
He was still looking at you. Too focused.
âIf you were hereâŠâ he continued, lowering his voice slightly, âwould you hold me?â
Jimin immediately burst into laughter. âHere we goâŠâ
Namjoon just glanced at Jungkook. Not angry. But enough to showâhe heard.
You simply smiled slightly, completely unfazed. âIâd tell you to sit properly first.â
Jungkook laughed right away, then fixed his sitting position. âYes, doctor.â
âAnd drink warm water too.â
âYeah, yeahâŠâ
Jimin cut in. âWhat about me?â
You looked at him, narrowing your eyes slightly. âYou definitely ate a lot earlier.â
âNo!â Jimin defended himself immediately.
âHe had seconds,â Jungkook cut in quickly.
Jimin shot him a sharp look. âYou too!â
You laughed softly watching them.
âAlright, youâre both the same,â you said gently. âJimin, you drink something warm too. Donât lie down right away.â
Jimin nodded, this time calmer. âYes, Y/N noona.â
His tone was made formal, but his eyes stayed warm. In the middle of all thatâ Namjoon stayed quiet. He didnât interrupt. Didnât joke much.
He just looked at you. The way you responded one by one. The way you stayed soft but firm. The way you noticed small details, even from afar.
And without realizing itâ he smiled.
âY/N noona is really kind,â Jimin suddenly said.
You blinked slightly. âHuh?â
âSeriously,â he continued. âEven though youâre far away, youâre still taking care of all of us.â
Jungkook nodded. âThatâs why I like video calling you.â
Namjoon raised an eyebrow slightly. âExcuses.â
âBut itâs true,â Jungkook said casually. âNoona is really calming.â
You laughed softly, a little shy. âYou guys are exaggeratingâŠâ
âNo,â Jimin shook his head. âThatâs why we all care about you.â
That sentence shifted the atmosphere a little. Calmer. Warmer.
You smiled gently. âI care about you guys too.â
And it felt sincere. It showed in the way you looked at them one by one. In the way your voice stayed soft. In the way you stayed presentâeven if only through a screen.
Jungkook suddenly leaned closer to the camera again. Closer than before.
âIf I get sick again⊠can I just video call you right away?â he asked, his tone light but clearly intentional.
You smiled casually. âYou have your hyungs.â
âBut youâre better,â he replied quickly.
Jimin burst out laughing. âThis guyâŠâ
Namjoon finally spoke.
âJungkook.â
âYes, hyung?â
âThatâs my girlfriend.â
His tone stayed calm. Not loud. Not angry. But clear.
Jungkook grinned widely. âI know.â
âYou know but you still act like that.â
âIâm just talking,â he shrugged casually.
You simply shook your head, but your smile didnât fade.
And interestinglyâ Namjoon didnât look annoyed. He leaned his head back instead, his eyes returning to you. Calm. Certain. Because he knew. No matter how flirty Jungkook was. No matter how playful the others were. Your gaze never changed. It always returned to him. Always softer when you look at him. And that was enough.
âY/NâŠâ Namjoon called softly.
You immediately focused. âHmm?â
âMy stomach still hurtsâŠâ
His tone changed again. Softer. More clingy.
You immediately returned to serious mode. âI know. Did you drink again?â
Jungkook groaned dramatically. âUgh, back to Namjoon hyung againâŠâ
Jimin laughed. âOf course.â
You smiled, then said softly but clearlyâ
âBecause heâs my priority.â
Silence. One second. Enough to make everything pause for a moment. Namjoon went still. And this timeâ his smile wasnât just small. It was warm. Deep.
Meanwhile, Jungkook dropped his head onto the bed dramatically. âI want to be prioritized tooâŠâ
âYouâre prioritized to drink water right now,â you replied quickly.
Jungkook laughed. Jimin laughed too. And the room was filled again with light sounds. Warm. Comfortable. As if distance didnât really exist.
But slowlyâ that energy began to settle. Laughter turned into light conversation. Conversation turned into pauses. Pauses turned into a more relaxed silence.
Jungkook eventually leaned back more comfortably, no longer talking much. Jimin also grew quieter, only occasionally responding.
Meanwhile, Namjoonâ stayed where he was. Still looking at you.
And among all the sounds that were slowly fadingâ what was felt the most was⊠that closeness.
As if tonight wasnât just about being sick. But about being together. About small habits that formed without realizing it.
About howâeven when far apartâ you still found a way to feel close. And without anyone really announcing itâ the atmosphere began to shift again.
Slower. More intimate. More⊠enclosed.
As if the space was slowly making room for only two people. And it was just a matter of timeâ before the others really left.
 Ęâ âč . Ę âĄ Ę . âč â Ę.
The room was still filled with the remnants of Jungkook and Jiminâs quiet laughterâclearly, they had no intention of actually âleaving peacefully.â
Namjoon let out a long sigh, deeper this time, as if trying to gather whatever patience he had left. âAlright, go back to your own rooms,â he finally said. His tone was firmer, though still slightly hoarse from exhaustion. âItâs late. We still have a schedule tomorrow.â
Jimin glanced at Jungkook, then back at Namjoon with a suspiciously mischievous smile. âWow⊠suddenly acting like a leader again.â
Jungkook nudged Jiminâs leg, holding back a laugh. âWasnât it you who said, âmy stomach hurts so badâŠâ earlier?â
Namjoon narrowed his eyes, but this time he didnât immediately respond. He just glanced at them briefly, then turned back to the screen.
Back to you. And that alone was enough for Jimin and Jungkook to exchange a look, like they had just found the answer they were looking for.
âOooohâŠâ Jimin dragged out the sound, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âSo you want some alone time now.â
âQuality time,â Jungkook added casually, one hand still on his stomach, though his grin was clearly teasing.
Namjoon stayed silent. No denial. No defense. He simply took a slow breath, then said shortlyâ
âOut.â
Jimin burst out laughing. âNot even denying it anymore.â
âAlright, we get it,â Jungkook stood up, pretending to sigh dramatically. âWouldnât want to disturb someone whoâs missing someone.â
âMissing her a lot, actually,â Jimin added.
Namjoon closed his eyes for a second. âGet out. Now.â
But there was a faint blush on his earsâand that only made them more satisfied. Before leaving, Jungkook glanced back at the camera, a small smile on his lips. âGood night, Y/N noona⊠take care of Namjoon hyung.â
âJUNGKOOK.â
The door finally closed.
Click.
Silence. Real silence. No more laughter, no more interruptions, no one else in the frame. Just you⊠and him.
Namjoon immediately let his body drop slightly onto the bed, like he could finally release all the energy heâd been holding in. His breath came out slowly.
 âFinallyâŠâ he murmured, almost like a whisper.
You smiled softly. âTired?â
âYeah⊠but thatâs not it.â
He adjusted his phone, positioning it more steadily beside the pillow. Now his face was closer, clearer. The room light made his eyes look deeper, warmer.
âI can finally be alone with you,â he said quietly.
You softened too. You had been âtogetherâ all this time, but now it felt different. Closer. Calmer. More⊠personal.
 âI was with you the whole time,â you replied gently.
âBut not alone,â he answered quickly.
Silence. And this time, it felt full.
Namjoon looked at you for a long moment. His gaze moved slowly, taking in every detail of your face, as if trying to memorize it againâor maybe just easing his longing in his own way.
âYou just showered, didnât youâŠâ he said softly.
You nodded. âYeah.â
âYour hairâs still a little wet.â
You smiled. âYou really notice everything.â
âI always notice you.â
The answer came quickly. Honestly. And it left you speechless.
Namjoon lifted his hand slightly, his fingers almost reaching toward the screen. He stopped just inches away, then smiled faintly, as if realizing it was pointless.
âIf I were thereâŠâ he murmured, ââŠIâd tell you to dry your hair first.â
âYou can do it for me later,â you replied reflexively.
He chuckled softly. âYeah⊠Iâll do it.â
Silence again. But softer. Warmer. Namjoon shifted slightly, then gently patted the empty space beside him on the bed.
âI made a spot for you,â he said quietly.
You looked at the screen and let out a small laugh, warmth blooming in your chest. âYouâŠâ
âIf you were hereâŠâ he continued, his voice dropping, ââŠI wouldnât let go of you.â
Your heart started beating faster. His gaze didnât waver. Always on you. You eventually lay down too, positioning your phone so your faces aligned. Now it looked like you were lying side by sideâonly separated by a screen.
âItâs late, NamjoonâŠâ you said softly. âYou need to rest.â
He shook his head slightly. âI donât want to sleep yet.â
âYouâre sick.â
âI miss you more.â
The answer came instantly. Without hesitation. And it left you with nothing to argue back.
Silence again. Deeper this time. Closer.
Namjoonâs breathing was soft through the speaker, steadying, but his eyes stayed openâstill fixed on you.
âStay with meâŠâ he said quietly. âUntil I fall asleep.â
You nodded. âOkay.â
He seemed more relaxed after that. His hand, which had been resting on his stomach earlier, was calmer now on top of the blanket. His shoulders dropped, his body no longer tense.
But his eyesâstill never leaving you. As if you were the only thing he needed to truly feel okay.
âY/NâŠâ he called again.
âHmm?â
âIf you were hereâŠâ he paused, then smiled faintly, ââŠI wouldâve been holding you this whole time.â
You smiled softly. âLetâs just do it virtually for now.â
He laughed quietly. âNot enough.â
âYouâre the one far away.â
âYeah⊠thatâs why Iâm complaining.â
You held back a laugh. Seconds passed without words. Just gazes. Just quiet breathing. Just a feeling⊠that didnât need to be explained.
Namjoon pulled the blanket up a little higher, then slowly closed his eyes. But before they fully shut, he opened them again, making sure you were still there.
âYou wonât disappear, right?â he asked softly.
You shook your head, a warm smile forming unconsciously. âNo.â
He nodded.
A few minutes passed in silence. His breathing grew heavierâbut not from pain anymore. Something had changedâthe way he looked at you, the way he stayed awake even though his body was clearly exhausted.
His eyes opened again. âY/NâŠâ his voice was lower now.
You responded gently. âHmm?â
He hesitated. As if unsure, but also⊠unwilling to hold back. âIâŠâ he took a slow breath, ââŠI still canât sleep.â
You watched him closely. The slight tension in his jaw, the way his eyes stayed locked on you, the way he bit his lip briefly before continuing.
âI⊠miss you so much,â he whispered.
Not just ordinary longing. You could feel it.
Silence.
You didnât respond with words right away. But your gaze softenedâdeeper, warmerâgiving him space to be honest.
Namjoon shifted slightly on the bed. The blanket moved softly, his hands no longer still.
âI know weâre holding backâŠâ he gave a faint, slightly embarrassed smile, ââŠbut I alsoâŠâ
He didnât finish the sentence.
He didnât need to.
You understood. And instead of pulling awayâyou stayed. Still looking at him the same way. Gentle. Accepting. Without judgment.
âItâs okayâŠâ you said softly, as you slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons of your pajama. Just revealing a little of your chestânot everything.
Just that. But it was enough.
Namjoonâs breathing changed slightly. Deeper. Heavier. But also⊠more relieved. His eyes didnât leave you, as if you were really there with him. As if distance didnât matter. As if it was just the two of you in the world.
âOpen one more, baby,â Namjoon whispered.
You bit your lower lip, wondering whether this was right or not. But this was Namjoonâthe person you trusted most in your life. And he had given you everything. Your life had become better and more comfortable since he was in it. So slowly, you opened another button⊠then the one below it⊠and another⊠until your pajama was fully unbuttoned.
Your nipples were clearly visible on the screen, and Namjoon watched you without blinking. He occasionally licked his upper lip, his eyes already heavy and half-lidded.
You didnât say much. Just stayed with him. Sometimes smiling softly. Sometimes calling his name quietly. Sometimes just⊠silent. But present. And thatâwas more than enough for him.
You couldnât see his hands, but you knew what he was doing. Because they kept moving. Faster and faster.
After a while, his shoulders slowly dropped. His breathing steadied again. The tension in his face disappeared, replaced with clear relief. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, looking at you with a much calmer expression.Â
âThank you, babyâŠâ he whispered.
You smiled warmly. âAlways.â
Namjoon looked⊠lighter now. Not just because the pain had easedâbut because he wasnât alone. Even from afar. Even through a screen. You were still there. For him. Always.
He finally lay down properly, this time without restlessness. His eyes slowly closed, his breathing becoming steady again. Before he fully fell asleep, he murmured softlyâ
âLove youâŠâ
You looked at the screen, your voice almost a whisper.
âLove you tooâŠâ
And the call stayed on. A witnessâ that even across distance⊠you still found a way to take care of each other. To fill each other. To belong to each other.
You didnât end the call. You stayed there. Keeping him company. Until he truly fell asleep.
And that nightâeven though you were separated by thousands of kilometersâ you still felt⊠close. Very close.
Author Notes: Likes and reblogs make me happy, but comments? They make my whole day đ. Iâm still new to writing, so any kind of feedback would help me improve and keep going!
ugh I love this so much , this. Brand of idol content . After watching the hot ones interview I was so tickled but so annoyed like I know your stomached are going to be tore up . Especially Mr. Kim , self proclaimed I canât handle foreign food , but I eating all these hot wings , personally as someone who is very much like Tae , I canât handle spicy food at any level , I have no shame for tapping out , and no sympathy for people who eat spicy food then complain about the after affects , I like my booty to remain spice free. But back to this entry , I liked the character Joon represents , acknowledging that he has to be leader of the phenomenon that is Bangtan ,but he still wants to be someoneâs little baby too, Joon is often on record stating how he likes cute things that may seem contrary to his appearance and reputation as Captain Destruction lol . In that sense I can resonate with that as people often are shocked that I am ver y much always in Bangtan business given my appearance . Which similar to Joon I get a little offended by the suggestion that we donât share a certain look to enjoy our hobbies . Nevertheless this was very realistic and fun to read especially the brat line showing up and mooching off his girlfriendâs affection .
PS. What has been your favorite piece of content from recent clips , and if you had to plan a date for RM what would it included ?
A personal still working progress in collecting my almost forgotten all time favorite completed fanfiction version to re-read again later.
Jin
Series:
Oneshot :
Club Zombie by @floralseokjin - a pure romance of zombie seokjin
A lullaby on canvas by @jincherie - mermaid jin... Weww can I say more?
Bdsm, sub/dom, dirty talk, basically best smut:
Fume from @ropeseok - sir kink, marking, and spitting from your husband after tough day to calm your nerves.
Yoongi
:readmore:
Series:
Amor vicit omnia from @sunshyngal - the fics that bring me to BTS fanfiction. The worst thing you do to a man is to marry him, when he beg you not to. Mafia au where you desperately want to get away from your parents house, you choose to marry him and enjoy the loveless marriage, days spending cleaning houses, listening and dancing to the music alone, teaching flower arrangement like a rich princess you are.
Unexpected From @noona-la-la-la - this is a legendary series where yoongi having a turmoil in realization of his kink. He doesn't believe that he like to share his gf and being cuckold. A coffee for my cup of tea. But the emotional angst in yoongi really are written so well.
L
Oneshot:
Garden in my heart from @army-author - Flowers language between you and your bad boy.
Listen closely from @avveh - you find a special Private cam recording.
Fluffy request from @btslovestrong - yoongi taught you blow job for the first time.
Bedroom hymn from @writingseoul - falling in love with angelic yoongi, your angle.
Watch your mouth from @bangtanprincesss - short story of dirty talk in his studio.
Valentino from @versigny - Not only effort, Fallen in love takes time, and it's difficult task for busy people.
Don't be mad at me baby from @margielamadbitch - actually it's kind of yandere yoongi being jealous, and the y/n is quite patience with him. Just like how I imagine how her partner would be when angsty yoongi on strike and his unhealthy coping mechanism triggered. Hot steamy sex.
Bdsm, sub/dom, dirty talk, basically best smut:
Doll by @nochugguk - degradation
Beg from @jiminspelvis - DT, d/s
House rules from @dark-muse-iris - punishment from your husband
Withdrawal from @jungk0oksthighs - soft dirty talk from a druglord.
Ours from @worldwidemochiguy - Boot riding and dirty talks from rapline.
Money shot from @taequois - Yandere mafia yoongi do public humiliation before kidnapping in a bank robbery.
Namjoon
Series:
hammer-it-home with it's drabbles nailed it, feels like home, totally screwed by @gukslut - Engineer namjoon with emotional smut, two lonely people slowly build home together, love did not come once it can come multiple times and sometimes for the same person.
Captive drabble, one, two by @smasmashin - a soft bdsm theme of a workaholic stranger and a girl in her first opening gate to the office work world. She's full of bs and hopes just like all future graduates of a sky college. He told her a peak of his 'success' days by saying "I've paid the price" and he choose her as his price.
Oneshot :
 Obligated from @underthejoon - Knowing your husband after Arranged Marriage, bound series.
Mad passion from @mintseesaw - soft yandere husband, arrange marriage.
the take home test from @versigny - uncommon kink from your classmate
Bdsm, sub/dom, dirty talk, basically best smut:
Ours from @worldwidemochiguy - Boot riding and dirty talks from rapline.
Repentance from @ppersonna - Jealous namjoon with his spitting and canning, aftercare is a must!
Punishment from @hyunnjin Daddy and brat kink
Birthday smut drabbles by @jamaisjoons various a to z smut
Heoseok
Series :
Sleepwalking to you, PT 2, PT 3, PT 4, PT 5, PT 6, PT 7, PT 8, PT 9, PT 10, PT 11, PT 12, Final. from @sunshyngal - Suicide story, When jiah falls in love with her husband, but he didn't return her feelings. She love him a little less today than tomorrow, but she don't know where she should run to for in her mind the safest place is with him.
Oneshot :
Bdsm, sub/dom, dirty talk, basically best smut:
Ours from @worldwidemochiguy - Boot riding and dirty talks from rapline.
Kneel from @ppersonna - Paddling as a first welcome to sub world.
dalliance from @sugaurora - Consensual roleplay with your master
Taehyung
Series :
love so shallow from @jimlingss - at the age of 27 with student loan and not so majestic life but warm with her friends cuddles, she look at her old diary and realize she never writes about herself.
When you least expect it from @johobi - (ft jungkook) You've known him from all of your live, and you love him that long too. Maybe it's time to let him go.
Oneshot :
black milk from @plumblackjeon - (ft jungkook) If I don't love you in this life, find me in another one.
Bdsm, sub/dom, dirty talk, basically best smut:
flicker from @chimoona - rope bondage on camera from kinky boy next door who always save you from the rain.
Thirsty bitch from @jingabitch - watersport kink.
Jimin
Series :
Oneshot :
everything from @kpopfanfictrash - you've been engaged to jimin since childhood. But you want to travel, you need to see the world outside, where he's no longer around. Bound series.
just like before from @sugaurora - when the whole world are vampire and you are the only human.
Loose ends from @scribblemetae - a surprising mix of soft , fragile, dominating, scary yandere jimin wrap in one sexy body; obsessed to avenge ridiculous teasing from his so called bully but ended up chain himself to her approval.
Bdsm, sub/dom, dirty talk, basically best smut:
the-devil-in-his-details from @johobi - prostate milk
Don't text me from @vanillajhs - Begging to yandere ex-bf.
Secret series from @avveh - Bdsm, Ptsd, angst mixed together. First public sex scene.
The cage from @gorehsk - yandere bf keep his Virgin baby girl in a cage. Warning, This is extreme.
Pick your filter from @ppersonna - soft pain kink with your husband
Jungkook
Series :
Falling sky from @fortunexkookie - jeons twins are your best friends. When one of the die.
Oneshot :
somnolent from @forgottenpasta - Jk don't know how addictive it is sleeping next to you.
through the flames and into the lava from @winetae - your boyfriend is a Dragon, or so he claim
wartime child from @ktheist - when you realize your baby have magic abilities, theres only one person you can turn to for help, his father. But first, you have to tell him about the existence of your baby. Despite he's busy taming the dragons.
Gotcha from @whatifyoulivelikethat - Childhood friend to lover, a romance about denials. A Virgin killer reader.
Ares by @littlemisskookie - imagine being the downfall of sexy god of war, jungkook. It didn't end happily. But for an exchange you could read how he makes you walk the isle of shame with his cum on your face for all others to see.
Sugarplum elegy by @bymoonchild - finding out that the man warming your morning bed is actually the Angel voice you've always adores .
Bdsm, sub/dom, dirty talk, basically best smut:
Room for dessert from @avveh - Pure filth series between you and the table waitress, mixed with angst.
oh my God they were quarantined roommates from @ot7always - Rimmed job from Jk your roommate in quarantine time.
the bias from @taetaewonderland - your boyfriend degraded you for choosing Taehyung as your bias.
Hate sex from @yeoreos - bad boy jk and his exclusivity of dirty talk.
Dolly by @kpop-dungeon - sadistic strict husband jk. K-Pop dungeon stories is not for the faint hearted. If you have those kind of kink, Her masterlist is hard to miss and you won't find similar intensity easily in bts fanfic community.
Meanie by - @bts-hyperfixation jk drabble with mean dirty talks which I like.
Will add again later. When I have free time
Cha eun woo - at your mercy by @kpop-dungeon - absolutely not for vanilla, that's all I have to say
Not in a way that actually hurtsânever thatâbut in that sharp, dismissive way that makes everyone else keep their distance.
You donât.
Thatâs what confuses Min Yoongi the most.
âWhy are you here again?â
You donât even look up from where youâre sitting on the studio couch, scrolling lazily through your phone. âYou texted me.â
âI did not.â
âYou literally said, âcome over, I need quiet.ââ
âThat was not an invitation.â
You hum. âFelt like one.â
Yoongi sighs like your existence is a personal inconvenience, turning back to the computer. His fingers hover over the keyboard, then drop uselessly into his lap.
He hasnât written a single thing since you got here.
You notice.
Of course you do.
âYouâre stuck,â you say casually.
âIâm not.â
âYouâve been opening and closing the same file for ten minutes.â
âIâm thinking.â
âYouâre brooding.â
âI donât brood.â
You finally glance at him.
Flat look. Completely unimpressed.
ââŠYou absolutely brood.â
Thereâs a beat.
Then he scoffs, turning away like that settles it. âYouâre annoying.â
âMm.â
Silence stretches for a moment.
He tries againâtyping something this time, actually getting a few notes down before stopping, frustrated, deleting it all in one go.
You watch him.
Watch the way his shoulders tense. The way his jaw tightens. The tiny flicker of doubt he tries to bury under attitude.
And thenâ
âYou didnât eat today, did you?â
He freezes.
Just for a second.
ââŠI did.â
âYou had coffee.â
âThat counts.â
âIt doesnât.â
âIt does for me.â
You sit up, setting your phone aside. âThatâs why youâre stuck.â
He lets out a short, incredulous laugh. âYeah, sure. My entire creative process is ruined because I skipped lunch.â
âPretty much.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â
âIs it?â you tilt your head slightly. âOr are you just easier to deal with when youâre not running on caffeine and spite?â
His eyes flick to you.
Sharp.
Defensive.
âDonât psychoanalyze me.â
âIâm not. Iâm observing.â
âYouâre assuming.â
âIâm right.â
âYouâre not.â
You hold his gaze, completely unbothered.
And thatâthatâis what cracks something.
Because youâre not intimidated.
You never are.
Everyone else backs off when he gets like this. Lets him hide behind the dry remarks, the clipped tone, the carefully constructed distance.
You just⊠step closer.
âYoongi,â you say, softer now.
He hates when you say his name like that.
ââŠWhat.â
âYou get like this every time youâre overwhelmed.â
âIâm not overwhelmed.â
âYou stop taking care of yourself. You snap at people. You pretend you donât care about anything so no one notices that you actually care about everything.â
Silence.
Heavy.
He looks at you like youâve just said something you werenât supposed to know.
ââŠYou donât know what youâre talking about.â
You shrug lightly. âOkay.â
Thatâs it.
No argument. No pushback.
Just that.
And somehow, thatâs worse.
Because now it feels like youâre letting him lie.
His jaw tightens. âDonât do that.â
âDo what?â
âAct like youâve got me figured out.â
You stand, crossing the small space between you and his desk.
Slow. Careful. Like you know he might bolt if you move too fast.
âI donât have you figured out,â you say quietly.
He watches you.
Doesnât move.
âNot completely,â you add. âBut I see you.â
Thatâ
That hits somewhere deeper than he wants to admit. Than he wants to think about.
He looks away first.
âCongrats,â he mutters. âYou want a medal?â
You almost smile.
âNo. I want you to eat something.â
ââŠUnbelievable.â
You reach past him, grabbing the takeout bag you brought earlier and setting it in front of him.
He stares at it.
Then at you.
âI didnât ask for this.â
âI know.â
âI donât need you to take care of me.â
âI know.â
âThen why do youââ
âBecause you wonât.â
That stops him.
Completely.
For a second, he just⊠looks at you.
Really looks.
Like heâs trying to understand why youâre still here. Why you havenât gotten tired of the attitude, the walls, the constant pushing away.
ââŠYouâre stubborn,â he says finally.
You shrug. âTakes one to know one.â
A quiet huff of air escapes himâalmost a laugh, but not quite.
He reaches for the food.
Opens it.
Takes a bite.
And itâs small, butâ
Itâs something.
You donât comment on it.
Donât make it a big deal.
You just lean back against the desk beside him, close enough that your shoulder brushes his.
He doesnât move away.
Minutes pass.
The tension in the room shiftsâsoftens, just a little.
ââŠYouâre still annoying,â he says after a while.
This is the Yoongi I think about most often late at night . The snarky version hiding his soft oeey gooey insides from everyone . In a recent interview during the Arirang era , Yoongi mentioned that while during his military service , for the first time in his life he got used to a set schedule as an office worker. Bringing this up now bc I always worry about him and the others whenever they share their daily 24 hour schedule and see how random their sleep schedules are . And i think most artist kpop idols included have the assumptions that great work is created in the late night hours , however i challenge that idea that great work can be created even following a traditional office schedule of the typical 9 to 5 . When your body and brain can be trained to lock into those inspirations and vibes. Pharrell actually works under this model to help persevere his life work balance . All that to say I hope Yoongi can reach a proper balance so he isnt burned out or getting so frustrated while creating his art . Looking back on the DDAY doc and the infamous SHIBAL moment , it made my little heart clench a little bit . But yeah loved this fic and it made me sit back and really think about our beloved yoongles . And to be honest whenevvver I dream of a life with him these moments are what I cherish most , kinda the everyday struggles with life with a megastar. (Yes i need to touch grass ,but are you even really delusional if you are aware lol) . Thank you for posting looking forward to more of your work .
jaehyun gets jealous, and he makes sure you know youâre only his.
â content 1.8k words, husband! jaehyun, jealousy, a lots of physical touch, possessive behaviour, lots of kisses, light biting, slightly suggestive at the end (?), hubby jaehyun just wants reader only for himself.
your laughter filled the air again, spilling through the rows of desks like sunlight. a few coworkers glanced up with faint smiles before turning back to their screens, but you didnât notice â you were too caught up in your coworkerâs ridiculous story about the time he accidentally spilled coffee all over a clientâs laptop.
you leaned forward against the edge of your desk, eyes bright, hand covering your mouth as you tried to muffle another laugh.
thatâs the exact sight jaehyun walked in on.
his chest tightened immediately at the view. the office smelled faintly of ink and warm coffee, and somewhere, someoneâs phone was buzzing on a desk. but all jaehyun saw (all he cared to see) was you. you, grinning ear-to-ear at another man.
he should have known better. you loved him, you were completely his, you had stood in front of dozens of people and promised it. still, that irrational burn in his stomach rose fast, curling into his throat until it threatened to spill. his lips pressed into a firm line as he shoved his hands into his pockets, broad shoulders squared in a stance that screamed 'donât test me'.
your coworker said something else, and you laughed again, head tilted back slightly. jaehyunâs eyes tracked the way your throat moved when you did, the way your cheeks flushed from genuine amusement.
that shouldâve been his.
the click of his polished shoes against the office tiles made you turn your head, and the moment you spotted him â your whole expression shifted. your smile widened, your eyes softened, like every part of you was suddenly tuned to him and him alone.
âhyunie!â you called warmly, voice carrying across the small office. âyouâre here already.â
the coworker blinked, turning to look at jaehyun.
âah, this must be the famous husband. i heard a lot about you.â
jaehyun moved closer, each step steady but heavy. his gaze flicked briefly to your coworkerâs face, then dropped â too close. his arm brushed against yours when he reached your desk, and only then did his lips twitch into something resembling a smile.
âyeah,â he said evenly, his voice low but unmistakably firm. âiâm the husband.â
your coworkerâs brows rose at his tone, then he chuckled lightly, raising his hands as though to surrender. âgot it. loud and clear. wellâenjoy your lunch, you two.â
he retreated quickly, muttering something about an email he had to finish.
you then fully turned to jaehyun, brows lifting. his face was unreadable, though his eyes were fixed on you, scanning every detail like he needed proof you were really his. his hand slid to your lower back, warm and solid, guiding you toward the door with a touch that was a little firmer than necessary.
as you walked together, you could feel the heat radiating off him, his tall frame crowding your space like he refused to let even the hallway air touch you.
âhyunie,â you teased softly, tilting your head up at him slightly. âthat was⊠a little intense.â
jaehyun didnât answer right away. his jaw was tight, and his thumb moved in slow, unconscious circles against your hip, holding you closer than usual. his brown dark eyes flicked down to meet yours finally, and the storm in them made your chest tighten.
âhe made you laugh,â he murmured, his voice almost a growl but with a thread of vulnerability woven in. âlike⊠like the way you laugh with me. i donât like that.â
your lips parted in surprise. âbaby⊠heâs married. you know that, right?â
jaehyun leaned down, closing the distance until his forehead brushed yours. his voice dropped, a little husky, almost a whisper only you could hear.
âi donât care,â he said, his pout barely restrained. âthat laugh is mine. that smileââ his fingers pressed firmer into your hip, ââis mine. you are mine.â
you felt your breath catch as his warm lips brushed yours in the middle of the hallway â not rushed, not sloppy, but slow and deliberate. he tilted his head, deepening it just enough to make his point very, very clear. his hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he kissed you like the entire office could disappear and he wouldnât even care to notice.
when he finally pulled back, his brown eyes were still locked on yours, chest heaving slightly.
âtell me iâm right,â he whispered.
you were still catching your breath, lips tingling, heat rising in your neck. god, he was ridiculous. ridiculous and so hot you could barely think.
you chuckled softly, brushing your thumb against his lower lip. âyouâre right, hyunie. iâm yours. only yours.â
his lips curved then, the first real smile since he walked in, but his grip on your waist didnât ease â if anything, it tightened, as though he never intended to let you go.
and, in all honestly, you didnât want him to.
you never wanted him to.
jaehyun kept you tucked firmly against his side as he led you out of the building. it wasnât like he was dragging you â jaehyun would never be rough with you â but the weight of his palm on your waist was unmistakable. it was claiming and protective. he held you in a way that left no room for doubt about who you belonged to, his fingers spread wide and pressing warm through the thin fabric of your shirt.
the moment the office door clicked shut behind you both, you immediately felt his chest expand with a deep inhale, like he could finally breathe again now that you were out of sight.
still, his silence spoke louder than anything else.
âhyunie,â you murmured, tilting your head as you walked across the parking lot together. âyouâre awfully quiet.â
he didnât look down this time, his jaw set as he guided you to his car. âmmh.â
just that. a clipped sound, tight in his throat. his hand squeezed your side briefly, thumb digging in for a second before easing. you recognized that tic â it was the physical version of his pout.
by the time you reached the car, you were already suppressing a smile.
he opened the passenger door for you, steady and courteous as always, but his eyes lingered, scanning your expression like he was making sure you hadnât given away something important to someone else. only once you were settled in did he round to the driverâs side, sliding in with a tension that made the air feel heavier.
the car was warm, faintly scented with the cologne youâd picked out for him weeks ago. the engine didnât start. instead, jaehyun turned in his seat immediately, his large hand reaching for your thigh without hesitation.
the heat of his palm sank through your slacks, grounding and possessive all at once. he didnât move it right away â he just held you there, thumb resting against the curve of your leg, his dark eyes locked on yours.
you raised a brow. âyouâre not going to drive?â
âno,â his voice was really soft, but there was still an edge underneath, an unmistaken stubbornness. ânot until you tell me again.â
your lips quirked. âtell you what?â
âthat youâre mine.â
his fingers flexed on your thigh, the muscles in his forearm tensing. he leaned closer, every inch of him radiating heat, until the scent of his cologne and the faint warmth of his breath wrapped around you.
âthat no one else gets your smile. or your laugh. orâŠâ
his hand slid a fraction higher, squeezing, enough to make your pulse jump.
ââŠanything.â
the jealousy in his tone was sharp, but his eyes â dear lord, his beautiful eyes â were way more than that. dark brown and glossy with something rawer. not anger. but fear. that tender, ridiculous fear of losing you, even though he had no reason to.
your chest softened immediately. married or not, he was still your puppy, desperate for reassurance.
so, you chuckled softly, brushing your knuckles against jaehyunâs jaw.
âyouâre so dramatic. we literally have matching rings,â you lifted your hand slightly, wiggling your left ring finger, the gold band catching the light. âpretty sure thatâs proof enough.â
ânot enough,â he said instantly. his eyes dropped to your ring, then back to your eyes, intense and unyielding. âsay it again. please.â
the word cracked his voice ever so slightly. that single crack undid you.
you reached up, sliding your fingers into his hair. the strands were soft, silky between your fingertips, and the second you tugged lightly, he leaned in like a man starved. his nose brushed yours, and you whispered, slow and steady, letting every word sink into him :
âiâm yours, jaehyun. only yours. always.â
his breath hitched. his lips parted, eyes fluttering shut like he was savoring each syllable. then he kissed you.
it wasnât a tentative kiss â hell, there was no hesitation in it. his mouth was on yours with a hunger he hadnât been able to show in the office, lips moving firmly against yours as though he could press the words into your skin and bone. his hand on your thigh tightened, dragging slightly higher, thumb pressing into the heat of your muscle through the fabric.
you gasped softly into the kiss, and that was all he needed. he tilted his head, deepening it, sliding his other hand up to cup your jaw. his thumb stroked along your cheekbone as if to ground you, but the kiss itself was anything but calm â it was consuming.
every breath was his, every sound muffled against the press of his lips. he kissed you like he was trying to drown out the memory of you smiling at someone else, like he needed to overwrite it with something stronger, louder, and undeniable.
when jaehyun finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, your chest heaving. his forehead pressed to yours, his breath ragged, but his hand still clamped on your thigh, thumb now drawing restless circles as though he couldnât stop touching you.
âi swear,â he murmured, voice low and rough, vibrating against your lips, âif anyone ever tries to take your attention again, iâllââ
his words broke off, the frustration spilling into a whine as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. his lips brushed your skin, hot and damp, moving slowly toward the spot just beneath your jaw.
âi canât stand it. youâre mine. mine, mine, mineâŠâ
the repetition was muffled against your throat, more a plea than a threat. his teeth grazed you, just barely, and you felt the shiver race down your spine.
you closed your eyes, fingers sliding under his collar to stroke the warm skin at the nape of his neck. his muscles were taut, strung tight under your touch, and you couldnât help but laugh softly, even as your pulse raced.
âgod, hyunie,â you breathed, lips curling. âyouâre so hot when youâre like this. you know that?â
a low groan rumbled from him, muffled against your skin. he nipped lightly at your neck, then pulled back just enough to look at you again. his eyes were darker now, his lips parted and swollen from the kiss, his cheeks faintly flushed.
he was every shade of hot and cute at once, and you felt your stomach twist with warmth.
âsay it again,â he whispered, voice hoarse.
and you knew he wouldnât stop asking â not until every last inch of him was sure you belonged to him alone.
⥠content: kyungsoo pov, mdni, fwb (kinda toxic), angst, smut, mention of alcohol, brief mention of smoking, drunk sex, raw sex, p i v, car sex, masturbation (m. receiving), thigh riding, cum eating, fingers sucking, downbad!kyungsoo x f!reader | word count: 3.3k words
⥠a/note: is this too much??? i never expected to have so much inspiration writing this request, lmao. hope you like it !!
Kyungsoo loved the way your eyes twinkled when you smiled, and the way you reflexively looked away whenever a laugh took over. He watched you from a distance, a soft smile tugging at his lips, entirely unaware that you had already caught his gaze.
âSoo!â you shouted over the thrumming bass. âCâmere.â
The trance snapped. Kyungsoo began to weave through the dense crowd, but the sight ahead brought him to a dead halt. A tall man stood by your side, his arm coiled possessively around your waist as he leaned in to murmur something against your ear. Even though the music was loud, he noticed itâthat stranger was clearly flirting with you.
Kyungsoo cursed himself. He only stepped away to grab drinks, never expecting someone to move in so quicklyâcertainly not someone who could make you laugh that specific way, or make you scrunch your nose in the expression he adored. A surge of protectiveness flared in his chest, a fleeting urge to swing at the stranger, maybe from jealousy, but he suppressed it. After all⊠he was just your best friendâand the one who fucked with you when you feel needy.
The next thing he saw was the two of you making out right in front of him. Sehunâas you called himâmade Kyungsoo feel nauseously jealous.
He didnât bother saying goodbye. He simply set the glasses down on the nearest table and vanished, unable to endure the torture for another second.
Kyungsoo groaned. The persistent knocks at the front door made him wake up in the middle of the night, disoriented from the drinks he had drunk before going to bed. He stumbled out of his room to answer it, just wearing his pair of boxers. You were there on the thresholdâgiggling, tipsy, and clinging to him the moment the door swung open.
He hated his own weakness, but god⊠he really loved the way you sought out his lips. He was obsessed with the way your long nails scraped across his torso.
âSoo,â you whimpered. âPlease, hmm?â
âFuck.â More at his own lack of resolve.
Your clothes ended up on the floor, in a trail from the living room to his bedroom. Leading the way, his mouth was everywhereâalong your jaw, your neck, and your collarboneâclaiming every inch with a desperate precision that drove you crazy.
When you were in bed, there was no slow path. Kyungsoo was starving for you, and you certainly loved the way he sucked the sensitivity of your skin. He wanted to leave marks, to brand you so deeply that no one else would dare look at you the way he had.
He knew what was comingâthe way you rode with a relentless rhythm that made his head hit the headboard. You moved with a desperate urgency, squeezing him so tightly that he had both hands buried in your hips. Kyungsooâs pulse thundered in his ears as he pulled you beneath him, his fingers tangling in your hair with a possessive grip he usually tried to hide, kissing you messily.
When he finally filled you with his hot seed, the sensation made your back arch and
dug your nails into his shoulders. Moaning, your nails scratched sharp lines down his torso, but he only pushed deeper, losing himself, groaning.
You shattered, your body trembling under the weight of an orgasm that left you breathless, you didnât let him go. Your eyes found him, hungrily, panting against his lips, asking for more.
Kyungsoo was weak for you, always had been. He couldnât resist those eyes that begged for him; he couldnât say no to you.
âHe was such an asshole,â you murmured, pulling his forearm over your waist, tucking yourself against the curve of his body. âCanât you believe he didnât even wanna pay for the drinks?â
Kyungsoo feigned exhaustion, letting out a long yawn to mask the way his heart felt every time you talked about someone else. He buried his nose in your hair, breathing you in. âIs that so?â
âHe didnât even pay for his own,â you huffed.
He had to bite his tongue to prevent a laugh from escaping. At least, that tall man wonât be a threat anymore. âWow, thatâs⊠pathetic.â
âRight?â You shifted slowly, turning in the circle of his arms until you were facing him. You pressed a lingering kiss to his jaw, your lips curving into a soft, secret smile when he finally opened his eyes. âAt least Iâm exactly where I wanted to be.â
Kyungsoo felt his heart skip a beat. âH-here?â
You nodded. âI like you, Soo.â
The world seemed to stop for him. Kyungsoo hovered on the question, wondering if he was dreaming or⊠if the drinks were playing tricks on him. But before he could find his voice, you giggled softly and rolled away, falling into a heavy sleep seconds laterâthe sheer exhaustion of two rounds finally claiming you.
Sleep was almost impossible for Kyungsoo. He lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling as your steady breathing filled his room. You had never said that before. Had he misinterpreted the weight behind them? Did you like him as a friend or as⊠something more? He sighed, pulling you back into his arms as if your dreams might hold the answers he was too afraid to ask. Eventually, he drifted off, clinging to the desperate hope that you might repeat those words in the morning.
When he finally woke, the bed felt so cold it was hard to believe anyone else had been there at all. Frustration surged through him as he shifted. It wasnât the first time you had slipped away before sunrise, and it certainly wasn't the first time you had left a gift on his nightstand.
He picked up the small scrap of paper. âForgot to tell you: you were amazing last night. Iâll call you later, Soo! ILY <3.â A vibrant mark of your lipstick adorned the corner.
Kyungsoo traced the red tint with his thumb, eventually pressing the paper against his own lips. He closed his eyes, let out a shaky breath, and felt itâthat familiar, painful stir of desire as the memory of your touch rushed back to haunt him. He was hard on just the thought of you.
Chanyeolâs living room was thick with the scent of beer and cheap snacks. Kyungsoo sat slumped on the sofa, half-listening to the overlapping stories of his friends, his mind drifting back.
âIâm telling you, Kyungsoo, youâre too tense,â Baekhyun laughed, waving a half-empty bottle in the air. âDrink up.â
Kyungsoo took a sip of his own beer and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. âIâm fine. Just tired.â
Suddenly, a rhythmic vibration rattled the wooden kitchen table behind them. A screen lit up, cutting through the dim light of the apartment.
âHey, your phone isâ,â Jongin noted, leaning over from the counter to squint at the display. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. âOh. Itâs her.â
The change in Kyungsoo was instantaneous. He practically lunged from the sofa, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
âCâmon, man!â Chanyeol intercepted him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. âDonât do it. We talked about this, remember? You said you were gonna give it a rest. Let her wonder where you are for once.â
âShut up,â Kyungsoo muttered, his eyes locked on the glowing device.
âHey, heâs right,â Baekhyun added. âShe only calls when sheâs lonely. Stay here, man. Finish the drink. Call her later.â
The phone stopped ringing. For a heartbeat, silence reclaimed the room. Then, it started again. Kyungsoo didnât hesitate this time. He shoved past Chanyeolâs arm and snatched the phone off the table, his thumb sliding across the glass before his friends could utter another warning.
He stepped into the quiet of the hallway, pressing the phone to his ear.
âHello?â he breathed, his voice betraying every ounce of the resolve he had tried to build.
âSooâŠâ Your voice came through the line, low and honey-thick with need. He could practically hear the pout in your lips. âIâm in bed. Itâs so empty. Please⊠I need you here, mh? ShitâI miss you.â
The second he heard you moan, the beer, the warnings, the frustration, the lecture from his friendsâit all evaporated, replaced by a singular, driving heat.
âWhere are you?â he asked, already reaching for his jacket hanging by the door.
âMy place,â you whimpered. The sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to his gut. âSoo...â
âIâm coming,â he confirmed. âDonât⊠move. Iâll be there in ten.â
Kyungsoo didnât even look back at the living room. He heard Jongin sigh and Chanyeol call out his name in protest, but Kyungsoo was already out the door, the cool night air hitting his face as he hailed the first taxi. He knew they were rightâhe knew he was being weakâbut the thought of you waiting, calling for him, wanting him, was the only thing that mattered.
He was going to treat you exactly the way you asked, even if it broke him.
âIâm busy, Soo.â The background noise suggested a loud street.
âI just wanted to see if⊠if you were free for dinner. Just... food?â
âDinner? Like a date?â A small, sharp laugh came through the speaker. âSoo, Iâve got plans tonight. Maybe Iâll call you later⊠yâknow, if Iâm bored, okay? Bye."
The line went dead before he could even breathe out a response.
Kyungsoo groaned, dropping his head into his hands. He was thinking too muchâhe knew he was. He was losing his mind, trapped in the orbit of someone who only wanted him when the sun was down and the pride was tucked away.
âHey, letâs grab another round in the kitchen!â Chanyeol urged, his voice a little too loud, a little too forced.
âAnother round?â Kyungsoo frowned, sensing the deflection. âI told you I donât wanna drink tonight.â He turned his head, his gaze cutting through the crowded room until it landed on the one person he had been trying to erase from his mind.
You werenât alone. You were tucked into a corner with a man he didnât recognize, your bodies nearly fused together. You were laughing, that melodic sound he loved. He watched, paralyzed, as the manâs hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you even closer.
Kyungsoo felt sick. âI need some air,â he simply said before leading to the terrace.
The night was cold, but it did nothing to cool the fire in his blood. He fumbled a cigarette from his pocket, and the flame of his lighter was unsteadily in the breeze. Kyungsoo took one drag, hoping the nicotine would act as a bandage for the raw ache in his chest, but he couldnât even bring himself to smoke. He just leaned against the railing, staring at the rest of the city.
Kyungsoo was so lost in his own head that he didnât hear the door slide down. He didnât even notice a presence until a pair of slender fingers reached out and snatched the cigarette right from his hand.
Kyungsoo blinked, his heart skipping a beat as he looked up. It wasnât a hallucination. You were standing there, looking ethereal in the moonlight, leaning your back against the rail as you took a slow drag of his cigarette. You exhaled a plume of smoke, your lips curving into that smile, those irresistible eyes locking onto his.
âWhatâs weighing on that head tonight, Soo?â
Kyungsoo let out a long, shaky breath, staring out at the city lights. âIâm just tired,â he lied. âIâve had a long week. Thatâs all.â
You stepped closer, the scent of your perfume mingling with the fading smoke of the cigarette. Your warm fingers grazed his jaw before settling against his cold cheek. âYouâre a bad liar.â Your thumb traced the line of his lower lip. âYou havenât drunk at all. And looking at this cigarette wonât answer anything. Talk to me, Soo.â
How do you know he didnât drink tonight? Again, you were messing with his head again.
Kyungsoo flinched by your touch, stepping back until his spine hit the cold stone of the terrace wall. He needed distance; he needed to breathe without your scent filling his lungs. âDonât.â His voice cracked. âDonât do that.â
âDo what?â
âDonât act like you care whatâs in my head when you spent the last hour glued to someone else.â
You tilted your head, a smile ghosted on your lips with an unreadable expression, but you didnât back away. âIs that so? Youâre jealous?â
âJealous?â Kyungsoo let out a bitter laugh that felt more like a sob. âMaybe I am. But Iâm also exhausted from the way you run to me when youâre lonely and then treat me like a stranger. Iâm exhausted from waiting for a call that only comes when youâre bored or needy. Iâmââ He looked at you then, his eyes raw with pain he couldnât hide anymore. âIâm tired.â
âSooâŠâ
Kyungsoo held his breath, terrified of what you would say next, but even more terrified that you wouldnât say anything at all.
You let the half-finished cigarette slip from your fingers before you lunged forward, kissing him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him so tightly that the air left his lungs. Kyungsoo stood frozen, his hands hovering mid-air, and then⊠he crumbled.
Your fingers buried deep into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. Kyungsooâs hands settled firmly on your waist, his grip possessive yet trembling slightly, as if he were afraid that if he squeezed too hard, heâd wake up from a dream.
âMy place, hmm?â he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, velvet register that always made your pulse skip.
A slow, genuine smile spread across your face. âI thought youâd never ask, Soo.â
Kyungsooâs knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his breath hitching every time your lips brushed his jaw. The tension increased to the limit when you were practically crawling toward him. Kyungsoo barely managed to park his car and killed the engine in a dark alley.
You didnât make it to his place.
He pulled you across the console. You scrambled over to sit straddled atop him in the cramped driverâs seat. The space was tight, but it only made the friction much better. You began moving your hips in a slow, torturous grind back and forth against his thigh, your hands fumbling with the button of his pants.
Kyungsoo let out a low groan as he felt your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his underwear. His own hands were gripping your waist before sliding down to catch your ass cheeks.
You wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, jerking him off. âSoo,â you moaned against his mouth, yet moved your hips over his thigh. âI need you. ShitâIâm yours.â
Kyungsoo felt his own body betray him; he was about to cum right there in the front seat. âFuckâIâve wanted this so much.â
The make-out session was messyâteeth clashing and tongues tangling. The windows already began to fog from the heat radiating off your bodies. Kyungsooâs breath hitched as his warm palms slid up the silk of your dress, his fingers bunching the fabric around your hips. When his skin met yours, and he realized there was no lace in the way, he let out a low, shaky groan.
âYouâre not wearing anything,â he rasped, his voice dropping into a rough register. âDid you knowââ he had trouble breathing properly, âI-I was gonna⊠shitâfuck you here tonight?â
You let out a half-giggle, half-chuckle and leaned in to nip at this earlobe. âMaybe,â you breathed near his ear. âI wanted to feel you against me all night, Soo.â
Your mouth pressed an open-mouth kiss against the curve of his neck, sucking directly, giving him a fresh mark as your thumb circled the tip of his cock. âWithout anything in the way.â
âFuckââ he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he gripped your ass cheeks even tighter, pulling you down hard against his lap.
Kyungsoo ended up cumming through your finger. The hot sticky sperm made every stroke messier, sloppier. His head fell back against the headrest, his thighs were trembling, his whole body tensed, groaning in an intense pleasure he only felt when he was with you.
A soft chuckle left your mouth. âKeep going, Soo.â Your tongue traced a path from his neck to his jaw, and then to his lower lip, which you sucked into your mouth. âLemme treat you right. Like you deserve.â
âBabyââ
âShhh.â You moved your hips in a slow, torturous grind that made him hiss. He could feel the warmth of your cunt against his thigh, almost dripping. âShit⊠should I cum too?â
You slowly slid your sticky, cum-coated fingers into your own mouth, cleaning them with an eye-locking gaze, letting them pull out with a pop sound. Kyungsooâs mouth fell open, a choked sound dying in his throat. He looked stunned, his arousal surging back immediately. He reached down, gathering the slick heat from his length onto his fingers, trembling. He pressed them against your lips, sliding them into your mouth with a desperate urgency.
âMmhâŠâ you hummed in response, soaking wet between your folds.
âFuckâyouâre so bad for me.â
You swallowed, your eyes never leaving his, curving your lips after pulling his fingers out. âAm I?â
âThatâs why I like you so much.â
Kyungsoo finally guided you down. When he thrusted into you, the slick, messy friction of his own spent cock and the wetness of your cunt acting as a lubricant, he let out a sound that was less of a moan and more of a pained, desperate growl, making you moan too.
âFuck,â Kyungsoo groaned, his hands flying to your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. âYou feel so tightâso fucking perfect.â
He was incredibly hard again, his cock pulsing inside you as your tight, wet walls clenched desperately around him.
You threw your head back, your nails clawing into his shoulders as a loud, uninhibited moan ripped from your chest. âAhâSoo!â
âF-fuck,â he choked out, his hands flying to your bare waist, his thumbs digging ruthlessly into your hips to anchor you.
Kyungsoo didnât waste a second. He arched his back and thrust upward, hard and unapologetic, his hips slamming into yours with a wet, heavy slap. He picked up a frantic, punishing rhythm, his hips hitting yours so hard the car rocked on its suspension.
âIs that what you wanted? For me to fuck you raw like this?â
âYes!â you whimpered, your teeth sinking into his lower lip, dragging against the sensitive skin until you tasted a hint of blood. You rolled your hips back, meeting every heavy, upward strike with a desperate grind of your own. âOhâharder, Soo!â
His hands slid down from your waist, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of your bare ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging the skin like stress balls as he drove into you. âNo one else gets to hear you make these noises, huh? Youâre fucking mine.â
âYoursâfuck!â you cried out, your voice breaking as the heavy, wet friction pushed you right to the jagged edge. You arched your spine, your internal muscles clenching around him so violently it nearly derailed his rhythm. âSoo, pleaseâright there!â
Kyungsoo let out a low, primal roar, his veins popping in his neck as he gave in to the chase. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming fast, messy, and relentlessly deep, burying himself to the hilt over and over again.
You screamed his name into his neck, your body locking up as a blinding, toe-curling orgasm ripped through you. Kyungsooâs hips bucked one final time upward as he came violently inside you, his loud, guttural shout filling the fogged-up car. He pulled you flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your sweat-slicked back, both of you completely breathless, sticky, and ruined in the dark.
That night, Kyungsoo knew he could never escape from you.
warnings: swearing, one-night stand, strangers to lovers, sex scenes (car sex, unprotected sex, oral f/m receiving, breast play, fingering etc), angsty conversations, mentions of military emergencies and injuries (nothing graphic), broken promises, break up, happy ending (kinda)
words: 25k
summary: you had sex with a guy from the club once. two months later that same man appeared before your eyes once more and invited you to his place, saying how he couldn't forget you. you couldn't remember his name, but he was cute and that was somehow enough for you to follow him. the rest - is part of your love story.
I really hope you'll enjoy this one-shot inspired by a whole bunch of Jaehyun's military pics I've seen on the internetđ
happy birthday, valentine boy <3
You pulled the shirt up the guy's stomach, forgetting all about pulling the piece of clothing off him as soon as your eyes landed on the perfect six-pack adorning his stomach. You let your fingers trail his abs, paying more attention to the outline of each muscle than anything else until his tongue glided over your pulse point and your body responded with millions of shivers down your limbs.
âYouâre a gym fanatic?â You questioned the guy above you, connecting his body with his possible hobbies. He looked way beyond ripped for a person who just eventually went to the gym if the muscles on his arms, stomach and pecks were of any indicator.Â
He let a little chuckle out, eyes running down onto your palm over his skin.
"No, not really. Though I am going to the gym regularly."Â
"It's paying off." You had no intention of keeping your praise from him.Â
"I know." Jaehyun smirked, leaning back in to kiss your mouth. His lips moved feverishly against yours, keeping the pace of your whole encounter hungry and quick.
He pressed you further into his mattress and only then you'd remembered you wanted to get him naked. You finished the task this time and threw his black tee somewhere in the room. The man above you leaned back in and you felt a touch of cold metal against your chest, making you shiver all over; his tongue licked into your jaw giving the shivers an additional boost.
It was his necklace.Â
You sneaked a hand between your bodies and before he could feel the touch, pushed him back off you with another hand. âIs that a dog tag?â You asked blindly.Â
As he moved back a little, a lonely beam of light from the lamp proved you right. He silently glanced at you holding the necklace and back into your eyes.Â
You turned the silver metal in your hands to see it in the dimmed light. âJeong Yunoâ you read out loud. âI thought you said your name was-.â
âIt is. Both are correct.â
âHuh?â
âItâs a long story.â You knew what he meant by that. Itâs a long story, and youâre a quick fuck, drop it.Â
âFuck long stories.â You chuckled and let the necklace go, leaving it to dangle between your chests. âYouâre not eighteen, right?â You pushed him back a little once more once the thought struck you.Â
Itâs not like he was serving in the military right after school and somehow stumbled upon you at a club, right? That wouldâve been an epic fail you couldnât recover from.Â
"Military is my main occupation; I'm not a conscript." Jaehyun let a chuckle past his lips and pressed them into your jawbone again.Â
"Really?" You tried to force him back once more, but he knew already you'd do that and caught your fingers in his, forcing your arm back on the bed.
"I am a ROK Army Special Forces captain.â
âReally?â You raised a skeptical eye at him.Â
âWhat? Did you think military people donât do one night stands?â
âNo, thatâs just so hot.â You gripped his wrist, making it move down your body in your hold. Heâd understood your action and patted you through your panties, making your eyes roll into your head. âYouâre what-. Serving the country during the day and going to clubs for a fuck at night? Can I see your uniform after?âÂ
âDepends on your behaviour.â You gasped, feeling Jaehyunâs fingers run under the cotton, sneaking right into your heat. âLooks like youâre a good girl, huh.â
âWant to give me your phone number?â Jaehyun asked with much nonchalance, like heâd asked you only to ask. You swallowed a scoff.Â
âDo you need it?â You werenât ashamed to act hard to get.Â
âI mean-, sex was good so why would I not?â He said with much passion and you thought he was done with his sentence, but heâd added in a much weaker manner. âNot want to find out what kind of person stands behind it?â
âOh.â You werenât even trying to hide the smirk or the teasing. âIs that what you do?â
âWhat do I do?â He scratched his brow, confused, watching you pick up your dress shirt from the chair.Â
"You called me a one-night stand about five times last night and now you want a phone number." You gave him a look he didn't like and sighed.Â
"Okay, let's never see each other again, okay?â
âThatâs better.â You nodded. âSee you never, Jaehyun.â You chuckled, actually taking time to walk over the bed to stand before him. âThanks for serving our country.â You leaned in to peck his cheek and walked out of his apartment.Â
It wasn't much of a surprise when a person groped your upper arm from the back; men, especially intoxicated men, felt entitled to a woman's body when they were at a club. You let the eye roll surpass you before you turned around and with all the sweetness you could muster planned to tell the man to fuck off.
It was always better to talk to them like to babies; intoxicated men were much worse than kids.
You tried to shook the grip off you as you turned around, eyes half closed with all the light that suddenly burned your eyes from behind the man.
âYou need to be more gentle if you want a lady to dance with you.â Whatever cocky sweetness you had in store for this stupid creature died down in your throat by a third word and all you were left with was a whisper.Â
The reason behind that was your eyes getting used to the light.Â
"I could tell it was you from the back." You looked at him confused, lowering your gaze down to the man's chest; R.O.K.A. fleece zip-jacket covering his arms from you.Â
You were so shocked to see him like this, wearing some sort of his uniform; you couldn't say a word.
You reached your fingers out to the zip and pushed it down to his abdomen to see if he was wearing a matching black shirt.
He was.
You pushed the jacket to the side and saw the same four letters adorn his chest. You could even see the chain of his dog tag peek around his neck.Â
"Your hair seems longer than two months ago?" He still held his grip on your arm, so you felt it's only fair if you'd run your fingers through his fringe. "Why are you here wearing this?â
âIâm on leave and I got back to the city like an hour ago.â
âOkay?â You stared blankly. He wanted another night with you, didnât he?
âI was looking for you.â You raised your brows up.Â
Oh, he definitely did.Â
Itâs been two whole months since you saw each other. For not longer than four hours. You literally flirted with him at the club for fifteen minutes and in another forty you were kissing each other at the entrance of his apartment. You woke up at seven AM because an alarm went off on his phone and left not ten minutes after. You had issues remembering his name, though you had a perfect memory of him inside of you and his lips all over your skin.Â
You would've lied if you'd said you couldn't remember his striking face, or his body, or the way he kissed your mouth with so much fervour; you remembered all of it and maybe even thought of him a couple of times as a good memory, but what you couldn't remember was his name. What was it?
He didnât lie about his occupation though, it seems. You were glad to know he was honest.Â
âFor two months?â If he needed you for some reason, he couldâve found you here pretty much any day of the week the club was open. âYouâre lying-.â
âNo, tonight. I was looking for you here tonight and I found you.â He leaned in for you to hear him better as the DJ changed the song.Â
"You did." You chuckled, still confused at this sudden wish to see you. "Why now?" You let your eyes stare a little too long at his features. You were even contemplating in your head by now if he'd looked better with shorter or longer hair. Probably either; a face like that hardly could look bad with any hairdo.
If you had a drink you wouldâve already flirted with him by now, probably even tried to kiss him. But you were stone cold sober and blinked at him like you had no idea what he wanted.Â
Damn.Â
"You didn't give me your phone number and I couldn't come find you before; now I have the chance, and I'm here to tell you I've been thinking about you this whole time." You let the furrow of your brow, that you didn't even realise you had, go, surprised with the admittance.Â
That was⊠cute. You remembered how you brushed him off in the morning after, and it seemed⊠to work, huh? Now he was here to beg for more time together.
âIâm not sure I can return the sentiment.â You looked at him apologetically. He was cute and all, but there was no point in lying. You didnât even remember his name.
âI know, Iâd be surprised if you come home with me tonight.â You couldnât understand if he was asking or saying it as a given. He finally paid attention to his fingers gripping your arm and let you go; you took it as an opportunity to step closer to him. Okay, maybe it wasnât the alcohol that boosted your flirtatiousness last time.Â
Maybe it was him.Â
âYouâre cute, but I donât remember what your name is.â You cupped his cheek, getting on your tiptoes to get in front of his face.
âYou can read it on my dog tag as you undress me?â He gave you a cocky brow and you liked that answer. It felt like he deserved a kiss, so you quickly pecked his mouth and went back to your height.Â
âI will. Wait for me here, Mr. Stranger and we can go.â He nodded and you took off in the direction of the bar, raising your hand up to attract the bartenderâs attention.Â
The guy quickly crossed the space to you and leaned in to listen.Â
âWoo, Iâm leaving early today.â He nodded. âMake sure things donât turn into shit, and for the love of god, please, donât fuck in the backroom once your shift is over. Weâve got cameras installed there. None of us want to be blinded like the last time.âÂ
âHe was st-.â Woo tried to justify his actions but honestly - you didnât want to hear it. You were traumatised enough.Â
"Please! Keep it to yourself; just don't do anything that'll make me want to get you fired, okay?"
"Yes, boss." He saluted you military style, leaving you wondering if that was a coincidence.Â
"Is that your friend?" The guy gestured back at the bar, clearly a witness to the whole encounter.Â
"Worse. He's my subordinate." You sighed and saw his eyes double in size.Â
"Do you own this place?â
"No, no. Just manage." You shook him off quickly.Â
"Really?" He leaned in confused. He glanced over your body and it must've done nothing to him, because he returned his gaze back at your face as confused as before.Â
God, he was so clueless.
You were wearing pants. You were a lady on business duty, clearly. If you were here to seduce men you wouldâve worn a skirt. Last time you were in a literal dress shirt. Who does come to a club in a dress shirt? Not you. Not your club visitors either.Â
âIs that disappointment on your face? You liked better the illusion I was here to party and fuck?âÂ
"No, no; quite the opposite. I've imagined seeing you here a few times and always feared you'd be here with someone else. That's a relief.â
âDamn, youâre really cute. What was your name?â
He chose to ignore you. âYouâre good to go?â You nodded. âAfter you.â He gestured and you beelined before him to the exit.Â
"So." You sing-sang, sighing as you buckled up in his car.Â
He had a car; it was good to know.Â
It felt like it was totally new, and the scent of new leather was proving your point. You looked behind your shoulder and saw a backpack with the national flag velcro patch attached to it. "You're serving outside the city." You stated.
He nodded his head and you focused your attention on his face. Lips pursed as his teeth bit into his cheek in an obvious sign of his focus on the road. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel to the beat of a jazzy tune on the radio as he waited for a long enough gap to drive out of the parking spot.Â
âItâs still not connecting to me, usually they let people leave barracks in the morning. Unless you serve in a different country, itâs impossible for you to only be back in the city at 2AM.â Youâve been trying to connect his words through the whole short walk to his car.Â
He moved his leg from the gas pedal, dropping his back onto the backrest; wildest smirk plastered over his mouth.Â
âYou canât even remember my name but are complaining that I took too long to find you?âÂ
"I'm just trying to connect your story to make sure you're not a psycho that came here to murder me." he played with his eyebrows, smiling and returned his attention back to trying to drive away from the club. "And I can remember that you had two names; I just can't remember what it was." He took a short glance at you like yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying, you don't know my name and focused back on the road, finally pushing the gas pedal and driving off the parking space.
"Can you please take my glasses out of the glovebox?" His pointing finger gestured to your side, and you pulled the lock to open the compartment.Â
Great. You didn't even know his name and he was acting like you were here to take his orders.Â
"Are these real?" You easily spotted the black frame of the glasses and took them out, inspecting.
âYes.â He reached his hand out palm up and you figured you should extend the arms of the glasses for him to not bother with that while driving. You left questions about his poor eye sight for another day. âThank you.â He graced you with a single nod, eyes focused on the road; nonchalantly letting a cough past his lips, he once again pointed his finger towards the glovebox once you reached to close it. "Can you also take out the card that's in there." He began to piss you off a little with all his requests.
You quickly fished the laminated card lying on top of a bunch of papers out and locked the glovebox with force, pushing it towards him.
He glanced quickly at your annoyed face expression and thought it was a good idea to chuckle once more. âThatâs for you.âÂ
You felt deeply confused, but still moved the card back to your face so youâd see what it was.Â
Oh. OH.
It was his military ID.Â
Date of birth, first name, surname, his rank, unit, and service status were all written on the little piece of plastic with a very cute, despite his standard uniform and a beret, photo.Â
âYuno.â You softly said.Â
Right, thatâs what his name was. Now you could remember.Â
âThatâs me.â He responded and your head raised back up to see him.Â
Just in time you've stopped at the street light and he'd propped his head on his left hand that rested against the armrest. He scrunched his nose on one side to adjust the glasses over his nose, a soft smile adorning his mouth as he looked at you, and it was hard for you to not smile back, so you just did.
And maybe you were too tired to be thinking straight, but in that moment you felt like you fell in love with him. Over a simple gesture of fixing his glasses. Or maybe it wasnât even that.Â
âWhat was the other one?â
âDoes it matter?â
"Mmh. I have to decide how I'm going to call you." Yuno grinned; the horns from the car behind were the only reason he pulled himself together and went back to driving.
You looked out the window and realised you canât remember how youâve gotten to his apartment last time. You were pretty sure he was drunk back then. Youâve had a few drinks yourself because one of your friends was leaving the club and you had a farewell party; then he appeared out of nowhere and youâve lost your mind as his eyes quite obviously settled on you.Â
You contemplated whether or not you wanted to ask if he drove you to his place last time, and by the time youâve decided on doing so - heâd made a turn and drove down the parking lot.Â
You didnât make much conversation going out of the car, waiting for the elevator, or walking down to his apartment. Heâd let you trail behind him like you lived here together and you felt confused.Â
You get that he was a military man, but if he wanted sex he needed to make some sort of move on you. Like the first time.Â
Not make it feel like a chore - especially when you had a total less than thirty minutes of conversation between you and barely knew each otherâs names.
In the same quiet manner he walked into the apartment, taking his shoes off and youâve done the same, barely catching up to him walking into the bedroom, backpack still intact on his shoulder since he retrieved it from the backseat.Â
âDo you want a short or a long sleeve?â youâve watched him put his backpack on a chair and take the fleece off his shoulders. Heâd taken the watch off his wrist and left it on the table next to the closet he was currently staring at.Â
He felt a little bit like a psycho; you couldn't shake the thought now that you've thought it. You were glad you stayed by the door frame. If he'd shown any signs of psychosis, at least you had a head start to the exit.Â
"Excuse me?â
âFor sleeping.â He peeked from behind the door. âShort or long sleeved tee?â
âOh.â You gulped on a huge lump of air. âWerenât we about to have sex?â
âIâve been up for almost twenty hours; if we could just sleep-.â Yuno held in a yawn, eyes on the wall; you followed his gaze to make sure he was looking at the clock over there.Â
âYou brought me here to sleep?â He nodded like it was a given.Â
He for sure was nuts.Â
âWhy?â You pressed, a little psyched yourself. Maybe it was the lack of sleep on your part, but you were sure one of the serial killers youâve read about was also pretty and harmless to the eye.
âI told you, I couldnât forget you. I was in the city and wanted to see you. Came to the same place I saw you at last time and damn, youâre in my bedroom again.â
âBut to sleep?â You didnât know if you should step forward or back, out of his apartment.Â
âYes. You didnât give me your phone number and the club isnât even open for the next three days. I pushed my luck.â
âWas the bringing me here part necessary?â You folded your arms over your chest. Youâd decided on staying and pressed your shoulder against the door frame.Â
âYou didnât give me your phone number.â He peaked out again and looked at you like he was sincerely finding it difficult to see why you couldnât understand.Â
âYou know, normal people just ask for a phone number or KaTalk ID once more.â
âWell, consider me not normal.â He let a sigh out and you could see it on his face - the moment he processed what he said to an almost stranger heâd just kidnapped to his apartment.Â
âI am.â You shrugged and Yuno smiled.Â
âIâm going to shower and Iâll sleep on the couch.â Heâd taken some clothes out for you and put them on the bed, approaching you with his sleeping attire in hand.Â
âCouch? Why?âÂ
âBecause I genuinely look like a psycho, donât I?â You couldnât hold back a smile. You gave him a few nods and walked to meet him halfway.Â
âBut you should stay here with me. If youâre saying you wanted to see me, isnât it better you stay close so you could see what youâve been looking for?â You let your pointing finger draw lines over his chest; Yuno replied with a nod. âBe quick, I want to get in bed with you.â You raised on your tiptoes, smooching his lips.Â
You were awkward at initiating physical touch with him as he lay in bed, flat on his back, eyes closed. You'd looked at him for a few minutes before you'd crept a brush of fingers over his bicep and he'd startled you with how fast his eyes opened.Â
It was just military training, you hoped.
He'd glanced over at you and you fully reached for his arm, moving it up to slide under, and he understood you perfectly, scooting closer to your body and scooping you under his arm. Then you'd let your arm rest over his clothed chest, and then with featherlight strokes moved it up to his chin and jaw, guiding his eyes onto you.
Now you were softly panting into his mouth, as Yuno continued letting the licks of his tongue stroke yours, your back pressed into his arm as he'd hovered over you - keeping you under and fully enveloped in his presence.Â
Your fingers gave short strokes to the short hair on his nape and behind his ear, and you could even feel him purr against your skin when his lips focused much on licking into your neck. He'd returned back to your mouth and you were the one to push him on top of you, mouths moves paced.
You weren't sure what time it was; you'd kissed and then just cuddled in silence and then kissed again. It felt like you were in rem and dreamt all of this happening to you, brain so tired you weren't even able to believe you were still awake and actively indulging in the most heart-wrenching make out of your life. He was a good kisser.
No, fuck that. He was an excellent one and his body pressure felt perfect, and his body temperature was exactly warm enough to make you feel cozy under his touch. Itâd felt so good you were almost convinced if heâd asked, you wouldâve told him you loved him right there and then.Â
You tickled behind his ear and heâd nuzzled his face in your neck like he was a kitty.Â
âDo you have to leave the city tomorrow?â You wondered; if heâd said he was away this whole time, was this just his weekend leave?
"No, I'm on vacation. I'll be here for a little while." He reassured you, pressing lips into your jaw.Â
He'd stretched his limbs and only then it hit you that he must be twice as tired as you are. He probably woke up at six AM or worse.Â
"Do you only work at that club?" He'd asked before you could tell him to rest.
"No, I actually have an office job at my brother's company. He owns a law firm and I'm an associate lawyer. The club is my brother's wife's side kick and I manage the place when I need money. It's a very long story." You let him know the truth without regrets. Â
"Wow." He let a surprised chuckle. "So you're a nepo baby, if you can say that about siblings." He clearly said it with no bad intention, so you took no offence.Â
"Mmh. And you're a ROK Army Special Forces captain. Don't act like it's nothing shocking.â
âDepending on whatâs shocking for you.â Yunoâs thumb brushed your side.Â
âWhere are you serving?â
âMy main occupation was always here, in the city. I was recommended to a division at the border a few months back and ever since then Iâve been not far from Yongdae. I canât disclose where exactly.â
âYongdae?â You pressed your palm into his chest. âSo youâre a liar, Jeong Yuno?â
"Why?" He clearly didn't catch up to your teasing yet.Â
"You said you only came to the city an hour ago. Yongdae is like a two hour drive from here." As far as you could remember the map in your head, it was hardly a day-long job to drive anywhere within your country.Â
"We had a farewell party; one of my friends was moved to the south.â
âAnd you didnât drink?â
âI was set to come find you.â
âYouâre cute.â You smiled, letting your lips land on the corner of his mouth.Â
"Literally everyone was telling me to lay back and get back home tomorrow." He paused and as his brow furrowed, questioned you. "Wait, how do you know what time we're permitted to leave?" Yuno shuffled. "Ah, don't answer. You said you had a brother. Where did he serve?â
âMarine.â
âI see.â He nodded and clearly suppressed another urge to yawn. Heâd finally given in to the wish to sleep, it seemed. âYou donât have anywhere to go in the morning, right?â
âNo, I donât think so.â
âGood. Iâm really going to pass out, Iâm sorry. Weâll talk more in the morning.â
"No, no. You should sleep; I can't even imagine how you had the strength to drive to the club and then back home. Military discipline is crazy." He gave you a smile, and then a little kiss to your lips, dropping on his back after, falling asleep.
You woke up, first instinct to run to the bathroom and make yourself presentable without making much noise, but then you reconsidered and brushed your hair down the parting with your fingers and wiped your eyes and mouth, in case you were drooling in your sleep.
You turned around, met with Yunoâs clothed back, hidden behind the duvet all the way up to his ears. You scooted closer to him and caressed his back between the shoulder blades in light taps of your palm. You really tried your best to be careful and soft in case youâd scare him; it didnât help.Â
You could hear exactly the moment his breathing turned from soft sleeping breaths into regular breathing, and he'd immediately sat up, probably on instinct.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up like this." You watched him press the backs of his palms into his eyes and turn around to take a look at you. You smiled apologetically, eyes scanning his sleepy ones and the print of the pillow on his cheek. Hair, though short, still able to stick all over the place on his head.Â
It was hard to not pinpoint how much hair he had on his head. And body, for that matter.
"It's okay." He rasped and looked away, shaking his head a little.
"You can lay back down." You patted his pillow, awkward to suggest anything at all. He'd just given you the wildest look, like you weren't even invited to his bed in the first place, and it made the supposed morning after feel even worse.
Morning after what though? You, being stolen? You weren't drunk and you didn't have sex last night, and somehow the feelings were much more awkward than that first time.
âIâm sorry, I canât mess up my schedule, I need to go for a run.âÂ
"A run?" You worked hard to swallow the bewilderment you felt in that moment.Â
"Yes. I thought I'll wake up on time by force of habit." He glanced at the clock and so did you; it was past 11AM, definitely not the time he usually got out of bed. "And I'd be back before you're awake. I'm sorry.â
âNo, itâs totally okay. I can leave and weâll settle on a different day.â Yuno stood from the bed and furrowed his brow at you. âIâll give you my phone number.â You smiled, but his face stayed serious.Â
"No, please stay. I'll be like forty minutes and then I'm all yours." He shuffled with his clothes, changing out of the sleeping shirt into his training shirt and hoodie, sweatpants switched for running shorts. "If you want to, of course. I won't insist." He added much more aware of what this might've looked like, and you felt bad, for some reason.Â
âYuno?"
âYes?â He turned around at your holler.Â
âCome here.â He obeyed, following the gesture of your finger and walked back to the bed on your side, waiting for you. You reached a hand out and pulled him in by the zipper of his hoodie.Â
âYour discipline is sexy, but forty minutes. Iâll be waiting right here, okay?â He nodded, finally letting a slip of smile adorn his lips. You pressed your mouth into his cheek and let him go.Â
"All men do is lie, and you definitely are not an exception." You stretched in his bed, hoping the sound of your voice would run all the way to the entrance where he, given by the sounds of it, was taking his shoes off. It's been definitely longer than forty minutes, and you were bored out of your mind in his bed after you'd inspected his room with your eyes and spent good fifteen minutes in the bathroom brushing your hair with your fingers and chewing on his toothpaste.
"What? Sorry, I couldn't hear you from back there." He peeked through the door, and then walked himself through it and you stared at his arms. Both busy, one with two cups and the other one with a paper bag.Â
"It's nothing." You swallowed your grumbling and sat up.
"I ain't got a single clue what you like, so I got an Americano and one coffee with milk. If you don't do coffee at all, I have tea in the kitchen. I got a lot of pastries in this bag because again, I had no idea what you like, so if none of it matches your taste I can fry you eggs, or I think I have oatmeal or cereal? I have to check, I haven't been home for weeks." It looked like he panicked a little and you'd swallowed a cry at his cuteness.
âYuno, itâs okay.â You calmed him down. âIâll have whatever you brought. Thank you.â He crossed the room and put everything on the bedside table next to you.Â
âItâs okay to eat in bed.â He gestured with his hands. âIâll join you after a shower.â
You sat up on your knees, inspecting his face glistening with sweat, patches of red still visible on his skin from running.Â
âWhich coffee do you like?âÂ
"It doesn't matter." He shook his head but the way his eyes wavered let you know it wasn't true. You were a lawyer; you liked to think you were able to see people lie.Â
"Really?" You gave him a stern brow.Â
"Okay, I like my coffee without milk." He gave in.
âGood, because I like it with milk.â Opposites attract and shit, huh. Yuno smiled and your arms locked around his neck. âIs it a cappuccino or a latte?â
âThe latter.â
"You even hit the jackpot." You giggled leaning in to kiss his lips. Yuno kissed you back, pulling back right after.
"Give me five minutes to shower; I'm sweaty.â
"I don't care." You tried to flush your chest against his, his fingers catching your torso in a deadly grip, not letting you touch his soaking shirt.Â
"I do." He whispered and you stopped, letting him go and falling back into the bed. "You can start eating without me.â
âHow is it?â Yuno ruffled his hair with a towel, standing at the foot of the bed, watching you take a bite off one of the pastries, and you nodded, taking a sip from the cup. You put it back on the bedside table, swallowing everything that was in your mouth to give him a proper reply.Â
âAmazing. Youâve got a good taste.â You flirted with a little raise of your shoulder. âIn both pastries and women, it seems.â He teased his lower lip between his teeth and leaned into the bed, still standing. His fingers found your foot under the covers and pulled onto it, so you slid all the way down to the edge of the bed.
âI sure am.â He smirked and set his knees onto the bed, leaning his whole body over you. âIâm sorry I made you wait.â Yuno trailed the outlines of your lips with his mouth, gaze focusing back on your eyes.Â
âIâm sure itâll be worth the wait.â he loved your flirting, gifting you one of his pretty smirks, and he dove in to kiss your mouth, lips running slowly against yours. One of his arms moved between your bodies, all the way down to your thigh to make you hook your leg around his waist.Â
As you followed with his wishes, you felt his groin flush into your core and before you knew it a moan escaped your lips. Yuno smiled through the kiss and made another thrust with his hips; your arms finally giving in and locking around his neck.Â
He trailed his mouth down your chin and neck, stopping right when his mouth met with the material of your shirt. He sat up on his heels and pulled you in with him to a sitting position like you were a rag doll, pulling the shirt over your head.Â
His eyes traveled over your exposed chest he was yet to see in the daylight, palm covering one mound in its hold with a little squeeze of his fingers.Â
"So beautiful." He let a hitched breath out as his mouth latched onto the other, quickly running the trail down to your nipple and sucking on it. Your fingers groped onto his shoulder, lips calling out for God, as his mouth went sloppy, kissing the skin under your breast and running a wet trail to the other side to make shivers run down your back while his tongue teased the sensitive bud.Â
âTell me what you like.â Heâd demanded. The only reason youâd seen his darkened gaze set on you was your eyes widening at the sound of his voice. It was so guttural, youâve never heard it like this before. Not like you had many chances to.Â
"This." You whined as his lips gave pressure to your nipple once more. He mumbled a little good against your skin and after a few more teasing runs of his tongue against your chest, ran his mouth down your stomach.
Kisses, on kisses and even more kisses, which made you feel like his mouth was everywhere at the same time. You felt like heâd used some magic on you, making you squirm under his sensitive touch. His fingers still teased your nipple and he'd been so whole-consuming with his foreplay you'd only figured out where he was going when his mouth took the fabric of your panties between his teeth to pull it down.
Youâd caught his head with your palms before he could go any further, forcing him back up onto your eye level. Heâd complied to your wishes with no protest.Â
âDonât tell me thatâs something you donât like.â He teased, fingers brushing the column of your throat.Â
âJust not today.â You flattered your eyes.
"Why?" He whined like you'd told a child heâs not allowed to watch any more cartoons for tonight.Â
"I have to keep my secrets to entice you, don't I?" He'd smiled at you, mouth pressing into your cheek to run all the way down to your ear.Â
"I am already enticed. No point in keeping secrets." He whispered against your ear, pulling back to see if he'd persuaded you.
"There's nothing a man wouldn't do to get between a girl's legs; you're not an exception, it seems." You'd taken his face in your hands, pulling him back in.Â
"Okay, we'll have it your way." He'd let you pull him in for a kiss.
"Besides, we can't spend the entire day in bed. I have to get to know you." You ran your fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of his thick short hair against your skin.
"You can do that later; I won't take long. This, I can promise." He smirked, but you'd just raised a brow suppressing the smile, and he raised back up to your face, fingers running over the side of your underwear. "Am I allowed to finger you?"
"As far as I can remember from our last time,"
"First time." He corrected you.
âOkay, our first time; your fingers will do both of us a favour.â
âThey certainly will, baby.â Heâd let his hand travel back down to your underwear, boldly getting behind it and against your skin. You curved your back, thighs trying to run away from his touch. He let his thumb circle over your clit and your gasps filled the room.Â
"When do you have to go back?"
Yuno groaned. "Donât even remind me that I have to. I donât want to think about that when I'm in bed with you."Â
"But I need to know for how long I'm going to have you for.â You smiled, caressing the side of his face. Heâd pressed his other cheek to the side of your bare breast, giving your rib attention with his tongue, even though youâve just got your breath back to normal. You were beginning to hope heâd run out of strength to get hard at this point.Â
"You can have me for as long as you want to." Yuno's fingers tickled your bare waist, and he'd raised his head to wrestle your body perpendicularly to his. He'd ended up with his face over your lower stomach, and you couldn't understand how he did that, lowering his face against the bare skin there and just stared into your soul from down there.
âI canât have any more sex tonight.â You let him know honestly, it was beyond your strength to give him more of you. Heâd taken, quite literally, it all.Â
âIâm just looking at you.â He let his lips land below your belly button and you sucked your stomach in at the tickle.Â
âYou're not going to vanish for another two months once two weeks are up, right?â
"To ensure that I don't have a reason to do that," Yuno trailed his eyes to the bedside table and you did the same, looking at his phone. "I'm going to need your phone number." You got the clue and reached out to give him his phone to unlock.Â
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âI promised my friends Iâll go bowling with them Wednesday night. Do you think youâd want to come with me?â
âIâm terrible at bowling.â Yuno chuckled. âBut itâs not about the game only, isnât it?â
âMmh. I donât want to be separated from you if I have a chance to not do so.â He let his mouth land on your temple, keeping it family friendly in front of all the people that walked the same street as you.Â
âThen you have to promise me youâll teach me the proper way to play.â
âI will.â He pecked your lips, forgoing propriety. âSo itâs settled?â
âMmmh.â
âSo, how serious your friends are about bowling?â You scratched your brow, watching Yuno pull out something that looked like a wrist support from the seat pocket. Did he have proper attire to play the game? Was he part of a pro-bowler club? You felt out of place before you even made it out of the car.Â
âI fear, very serious.â He let out with a sigh. You were doomed, werenât you.Â
âAnd whoâs the best player so I make sure I team up with them?â Yuno looked at you with a shy smirk. âWhat? Youâre trying to say itâs you?â
âIâm not even bragging, I swear.â He let out with a scoff.Â
âSure, youâre not.â
âOkay, you can ask them who won three previous all-night tournaments we pulled.â Yuno gave you a brow, but you honestly couldnât give him the praising reaction he was looking for - you were too stunned to speak.Â
All-nighters? He canât be serious, can he. Â
âAll night? I canât stay all night though.â You leaned to him over the armrest.Â
âI know, you have to go to work. I also wasnât planning to make you suffer this long. I plan to be on top of you in no longer than four hours.â You giggled at his blatancy, letting your mouth leave a pink stain over his cheek.
âYou just said it yourself, I have to go to work in the morning.â Yunoâs eyes darted at the clock on the panel of his car.
âWhat? Itâs half past eight, it wonât even be midnight in four hours. Iâm sure you can spare me an hour.âÂ
âAn hour? Are we doing ten rounds?â You found a perfect chance to tease him. Youâve experienced his stamina enough at this point, youâd need way beyond an hour to do ten rounds with him.Â
âOh, you. Shut up.â Yuno rolled his eyes waving you off, then it seemed to strike him a little. The familiarity that couldâve possibly made someone uncomfortable in such a new relationship.Â
But you werenât uncomfortable, you were glad to see the real side of him. You were excited to meet his friends and see his normal life. Judge his personality outside of being under him or on top of him.Â
âIf you didnât get it by the all-nighters, weâre a little manic when it comes to bowling. Iâm sorry for the man Iâm about to be.â Yuno stopped you next to the elevator door leading you from the parking lot, eyes looking like he was sincerely concerned, sorry and worried all at the same time.Â
If he was going through so much stress with that invitation, you sure were thankful as hell he still kept it.Â
âReally?â You let your arm slide around his neck, Yuno pulled you in with his, running it to your waist. âA man of passion, then.â
âYes. Unfortunately, competitiveness is by far my worst personality trait.â You could not not smile at his admittance. Also, at the fact he was calling being competitive his worst trait - like he either was a saint or had poor judgement of his own self.Â
âThen I should be really glad, Yuno. I canât even pick one of mine to tell you.â His other hand wrapped your waist too, and now you were flushed against him, your own arms making the contact even closer; letting your mouths trail the traces of each other.
âYouâre just being too harsh on yourself.â He let his lips land on yours for a split second. âYou seem perfect to me.â
âYouâve known me for three days.â
âAnd two months. I want us to keep that time in the counts.â
âI havenât even remembered your name until Sunday night.â
âWell, shame on you. Iâve had plenty of time to think what you were like in actual life.â
âAnd how is it matching?â You felt Yunoâs palm slide down your waist, caressing your lower back with the tips of his fingers.Â
âI told you just now, perfect.â He kissed you, your mouth gasping as you felt his fingers crawl lower down your spine; featherlight taps turning into full palming of your clothed bum. âIs that okay?â Yuno pulled back, eyes concerned when youâd began panting like you were deprived of air. His fingers tapped your butt, showing you what exactly he was asking about.Â
"Mmh, perfectly fine." Yuno laid his palm more boldly, giving the skin more pressure than before. "Though if you are to continue, we might as well go back to your bed now. Before I get so hot and bothered, I'll have no choice but to do the same to you."
"As much as I would love to do that, I can't skip tonight. My pride is on the line." Yuno sneered.
"I should probably just stay out and watch."Â
"Oh, no." He sing-song into your ear. "You'll be the secret treasure of my team.â
âIs that them?â You asked, running your eyes through bowling alleys and settling on the farthest one.Â
The first one was empty, the one next to it had a bunch of school kids on, the next one seemed to have a family and the farthest one you could see looked the most suitable.Â
A loud bunch of twenty somethings with all types of outfits presented, letting you know they all came from different backgrounds. Someone clearly from an office job, someone wearing a pair of joggers and a hoodie; both men and women.
It then struck you that this whole time you've imagined a bunch of buzz cut military dudes ogling over a girl their friend brought. You stared up at Yuno who'd given up contact with you to wave excitedly at his friends who'd partially waved back at him.Â
You had to admit once more to yourself that he looked utterly cute. For a supposed tough military guy he was sickening, even.
You didnât expect an answer out of him anymore. âHow do you know all of them, again?â You questioned, as you passed through the alleys.Â
"Mostly school. Some are friends of friends that eventually joined the group." Yuno glanced at you, and you nodded accepting that information. You might've also had a question next, but it didn't matter as a tall guy, who seemed twice Yuno's size jumped in his arms and definitely beat all the air out of his lungs at the abruptness of the motion. Weight, you were sure, also.
âSeokmin get off his back, God,â one of the two females chirped and you pursed your lips up in a sudden burst of awkwardness. Seven heads stared at you, while Yuno was trying to make his friend, Seokmin, let go of him.Â
You tried very hard to not give out your flawless hearing, eyes strained on the two males closest to you as someone from his friend group whispered whoâs the girl? and the other replied with he said heâd bring a plus one, you didnât read the chat?
âThis fucker! Been ignoring my messages for five weeks.â Seokmin finally stepped back from Yuno, arm still around his shoulder; assumably to shake him every now and then in his hold, just like he was doing now. âI was beginning to believe he died on his special mission or what; then heâs suddenly up in the chat once the bowling night came about. You sneak.â
âJae, weâre all happy you're back in the big city.â The dark-haired girl mirrored clearly everyoneâs sentiments lightheartedly and your head whipped in his direction.Â
You just hoped no one thought youâd felt jealous or anything else.Â
It was his name.Â
Jae.Â
Jae what? There was definitely another half to it.Â
Jae-Yuno also immediately looked at you and despite your very new relationship, you could tell by the look in his eyes he was curious if youâd remembered the name he told you that night.Â
The one you carelessly forgot the moment you walked out of his apartment.Â
Despite a very good clue, you couldnât remember it. Still.
You had to know now, though. It was clear Yuno wasnât his go-to choice and everyone called him Jae____.Â
Heâd looked at your eyes for a second longer and then just dropped your name to his friends with a little oh, by the way before that.Â
âAnd sheâs yourâŠ?â The black-haired girl spoke once more and youâve felt beyond curious how heâd explain what happened between you two to his friends.Â
âAcquaintance.â He said firmly, the tone of his voice asking for no more further digging about this from his friends.Â
You swallowed a smile.Â
Acquaintance it is, he was sickeningly right. And cute, again. Because you had a tiny bit of doubt about this question popping and his answer being quite revealing on the nature of your encounters. You liked the modesty of the answer.Â
âItâs so nice to meet you, everyone.â You smiled, feeling like a kid introduced to a new class. âThough I am terribly sorry in advance for my bowling skills. Iâve told Y-, Jae,â you corrected yourself and looked back at the man beside you whose eyes shined suddenly with a glint of mischief. âHe was insisting I come, so please put the blame on him.âÂ
Yuno shook his head with an eye roll and took a step closer to you to introduce his friends.
Seokmin, Mingyu, Dongmin were his school friends; Jihyo - the black-haired girl, was Mingyuâs college girlfriend before they figured they were better off as friends; Donghyuck and Jeno - the juniors he supervised during their mandatory military service and became close with; Johnny - his coffee mate heâd met when he was five on the playground, they grew up together and been close ever since. And then just Rosie. He didn't elaborate much about her, just gave you her name and she'd given you a little nod of her head to prove indeed she was her.
You looked at Yuno for a split second and realised he wasnât planning to say anything else. Everyone moved around to begin the game, and youâve listened to them decide on the team, Yuno, no, Jae chosen as the leader of a team within the second, same for Mingyu.Â
Yuno had a definite idea of who should be on his team and who shouldn't, and in all that fuss, it really only made you like him more, with how serious and protective he was about you being part of his team. Despite you letting him know that a) it's okay and b) you don't care much.
He must really like it between your legs, huh.Â
Theyâd ordered food and settled on the couches and the game started off by Mingyuâs team whoâd shot a strike straight up on the first try and youâd gasped impressed, until Yuno did the exactly same and walked back to the couch you sat on with a satisfied grin on his lips.Â
Heâd dropped himself next to you, probably closer than necessary and draped an arm over the backrest above your shoulders.Â
âGood moves, huh?â You teased in a whisper, uncomfortable in the presence of his friendsâ stern eyes, and you were sure ears, to flirt with him to your heartâs content.Â
"I told you, didn't I?" He'd moved in even closer, pressing his thigh against yours and leaned in with his mouth to your ear. "So what's my name?" He let his tongue swipe against your ear shell and you'd shivered immediately, folding more into his side.
"Jae-?" You moved back to look him in the eyes; he'd nudged you to go on with a little shake of his head. "Jaebeom?"Â
"Wrong." He'd rolled his eyes and moved a bit away.Â
"You're not mad, are you?â
âNo, thatâs entertaining.â He smiled, letting the sincerity of his feelings linger on his lips a little longer.Â
âItâs your turn.â Donghyuck called out for you and you looked at the screen to prove to yourself that it was, indeed, your turn.Â
"Come, I'll help." Yuno stood in front of you in a blink and walked out to get the ball for you. "You know how to hold the ball, do you?"
"That I do, don't worry." You shook him off with more confidence than you actually had.Â
"Okay, shoot your shot, I'll see the technique first and will tell you how to improve the next turn." He'd folded his arms, turning full coach mode on to watch you score points, or fail. More likely.
You bent your back, taking a couple of steps back and as you tried to aim, youâd straightened your back back up and turned to Yuno.Â
âDonât stare like youâre going to scold me if I miss.â
âOh he will.â Mingyu clearly eavesdropped, giggling from his alley.Â
Yuno mumbled a dude, shut up and stepped closer to you.Â
âNevermind what I said, Iâll help you now too.â
âAm I that bad?â You cackled.Â
âNo, itâs just your posture.â He sighed like he was an actual coach and squatted first, raising to his feet and bending every limb of his in a perfect bowling position, showing you the proper posture to do it. âYou wonât be able to let the ball slide when your knees arenât bent. You need to sit down as you let the ball go.â Youâd tried to do the same as him, sincerely, but under the stern stares of his best friends the realisation hit you like a wave and youâd felt awkward for ruining their pro-bowling club night.Â
Yuno watched you try to do it his way once and heâd tolerated it no more, standing behind you and forcing your body to move the way he needed it to in order for you to score much needed points.Â
It worked, kinda, you were able to score five points and you were beyond happy, high-fiving Jaeâs open palm whoâd been clearly suppressing his real thoughts on the throw.Â
For the next five rounds your turns went with Jaeâs hips pressed into yours and you werenât sure anymore it was his attempts to improve your game or to make you horny.Â
âAre you making it sexual or is it just me?â You questioned, giving him a high five as youâd managed to score nine points with his help, of course. Heâd wrapped his fingers around yours for a second too long.Â
âAm I?â He played with his brows and moved his attention to his own turn.Â
You sighed, getting on the couch next to the other two women in this circle and looked over at Yuno fiercely talking with a couple of guys from the opposite team; you've turned your gaze at the girls and were met with two sets of eyes blinking at you.
"So you two are a thing?" Rosie clearly was the braver one to ask the pressing question. Jihyo slapped her arm, but all you could muster was a chuckle. "Jae never brought a girl before; you two have been together for a while?" She continued and you had to really put in effort to make your mouth work.
âNo, like he said - weâre acquaintances. He randomly invited me here and I said yes.â
âHow do you know each other? Youâre not from the military, are you?â Jihyo smiled; for some reason her darker locks made you like her more than her friend.Â
âI am not. Iâm a lawyer.âÂ
"Do you win many cases?" Jihyo seemed to be excited.Â
"I don't have that much experience yet to lead the case all by myself. I'm an associate, but next year I'm expected to lead."
"Wow, it must be very hard. I'm a vocal coach, not much of stress, except for when the students can't hit a note.â
"And you, Rosie, what do you do for a living?" You smiled, curious.
"Oh, my turn!" She jumped up from the couch and left with no further comment.Â
"She's coming from wealth; that's a sensitive subject for her. She doesn't have a job in a sense we all do. She's not trying to be mean.â
âItâs okay.â You shook her off, not able to shake off the question. âHow do you all know her, then?â
âHe didnât explain it to you, did he?â
âNo. Explain what?â
âWe all have wealthy families, him included. Some more, some less. Rosie is the excessive type, Seokmin is on the lesser side, but he still grew up in Apgujeong, went to the same school as us,â you wanted to ask what she meant by that. âI went there also; we just never knew each other before university,â you nodded. âShe and Dongmin studied in the US, had a thing because they were the only Seoul-born kids on campus that year, once they got back itâs like they never fucked.â
âWow.âÂ
"Yeah, years ago they were on the summer break back home and he brought her to our gathering, that's how we met Rosie." You nodded, acknowledging the story. "I think he's calling you." Jihyo gestured with her nose behind you, and you'd turned around to see the man that brought you here calling you with his finger.
âAlready gossiping about me?âÂ
âNo, not about you.â You grabbed the ball from his hands and stood in front of the lane. Yuno tried to get behind and youâd caught him just in time to make him stop. âNo, please let me do it myself this once.â
âSure.â He smiled and stepped back.Â
You'd gathered all your new knowledge and stepped back, bending your legs at a perfect angle and extending your arms at the perfect time.Â
The ball went right in the middle and you watched it, anticipating.Â
Strike.
It was a fucking strike.Â
Before you could realise it, turn around and exclaim in victory; Yuno had turned you around with his hand and grabbed your waist, flushing you against him and lifting you off the ground. His palm ran lower and patted your butt, giving it a couple of squeezes along the way. He'd kissed your cheek and pulled back.Â
"Good job, baby, now we're going to win this.â
You literally dropped dead in the seat of his car, exhausted, overwhelmed, and everything above and beyond that after hours of bowling. You'd managed to secure Yuno's strike of wins by a point; he was still the champion, and he was too buzzing and happy to share the same sentiment of tiredness as you.
"I'm sorry we didn't leave earlier." Jae pouted at you on the first traffic light on your way. "I'm going to drive you to your apartment. With no expectations." He'd glanced at you and at the clock.Â
Understanding must also go on the list of his good traits.Â
"You can stay." You reached out a hand to pat his cheek.
"Just for sleeping, you need to go to work tomorrow.â
âOkay.â You giggled. âJust to sleep.â
You let your fingers caress his jaw bone. âWhy did you say I was an acquaintance?â
âWe havenât talked about how I should introduce you to my friends, and we havenât discussed us at all.â Us, your soul echoed. âI didnât want to overwhelm you. Iâm sorry if I offended you.â
âNo, itâs actually a perfect description of us and also a perfect explanation.â You let your palm drop from his jaw onto the shoulder and you ran it lower onto his bicep to give it a tiny squeeze. âCan I ask more questions?â
âOf course.â
âYou didnât tell me how you know Rosie?â
âI know. I couldnât say it in front of her. Weâre not that much of friends, and sheâs sensitive in all the wrong places and about wrong things, Iâm sorry for judging her. She doesnât like me because I accidentally ruined her fling with one of my military colleagues by exposing her lie.â
âReally?â
"Yes, she lied about her life; I can't even remember now what it was, but I accidentally said it wasn't true because he asked and wanted to make a surprise. She's been sour ever since. Not like we've been friends ever before.â
âHm.â
âWhat is it?â
"I feel like it's quite the opposite." You chewed on your lower lip and closed your eyes, too tired to watch the lights pass. "It almost felt like she was a bit into you."
"She was into Dongmin, then she was into Seokmin and maybe it's me, this me, I'm not sure. She likes to write poems so if it helps her creative flow or whatever, it can be me.â Yuno shook his head like he was barely interested, focusing on more on the turn left.Â
"Jaewoo." Yuno even turned his head at you, brows furrowed. So it wasn't it. "Jaemin?" It took him a second to figure out what you were doing and burst into a fit of laughter.Â
"Jaehee?" You came up with one more option a few moments later.
"It's honestly getting kind of painful." He chuckled in response.
âJaejoon?â You scratched your temple as Yuno parked his car in front of your building.Â
âNo.â
âJaesok?â You questioned in the elevator.Â
âOh, drop it, I like you calling me Yuno.â
âBut I want to know,â you whined once more, âJaehyun.â You let your last option out and the way his eyes fluttered not in annoyance but in astonishment for the slightest second before heâd rolled them again, let you know all you needed to.Â
You fisted his shirt and pressed him into the elevator wall, getting on your tiptoes.
âJaehyun.â You whispered, mouth pressing into the side of his jaw. âJaehyun.â You almost gasped against his skin.Â
There it was, his name; now you remembered it for sure, because you could feel yet again the beads of sweat running down your back as heâd stuffed himself inside of you, your mouth not having a rest for a second, constantly moaning those syllables off your lips.Â
Jaehyun.
You'd repeated his name once more, and somehow you were carried to your apartment door in his arms. He'd gone straight to bed; dropping you there and almost ripping everything he had on off his body, your arms doing the same with your garments, eyes focusing on every part of him.
Before heâd thrown his jeans away from his hold, he reached into the back pocket to retrieve a foil pack. âI see your expectations were met.â You chuckled, he was such a bluffer.Â
"I had none; it was just lost in here, and I found it by a chance." He'd smirked, spreading your legs and pulling your underwear off.Â
"Lucky coincidences, right, Jaehyun?" You teased, trying to get his attention, but his gaze glued to your now exposed folds, palm running to feel how ready you were to take him.
Heâd rubbed you a couple of times and let you put the condom onto his leaking tip. Heâd made you both burst so quickly and so sharply, you fell lifeless onto the mattress and opened your eyes next when the sun was already slipping through the curtains.Â
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âSo, which one do you want me to call you? Which one do you like better?â
âBoth sound amazing as moans off your pretty lips, baby.â He flirted more confidently than heâd done before; you loved pinpointing him getting more comfortable around you in small gestures or words he dropped unknowingly for his own self.Â
He rolled off the bed and began gathering the clothes he carelessly threw around your room last night.Â
"Jaehyun?" You called out, just curious about his reaction to his name and he'd given you enough; twirling on his feet, looking at you with his soft eyes, expecting continuation out of your lips next.Â
"You have to go to work, don't you?" He raised a brow, putting the hoodie over his head.Â
"Mmmh, I am, and you're going for a run as soon as you're back home?"
"Yes." His fingers smoothed the material down his arms.Â
"When can I see you next?"Â
"After work, I think. I could pick you up, or if you need some alone time I could come by later. Anything works for me, I'm free.â
âYuno?â You let his name roll off your lips once more; it was like an addiction. Seeing his eyes raise up and connect with yours.Â
âYouâre just calling my name, arenât you?â He walked back to the bed and let his fingers squeeze the skin above your knee. âWhich one do you like better?â
He let his palm trail up your thigh and you had to catch it before your stomach twisted with want.Â
"Both." Jaehyun entwined his fingers with yours; he'd never done it before like that, and you felt a flutter in your chest. He'd knelt before the bed and made your hand rest on his shoulder, taking the other in his hold instead. "When will you tell me how you got two names?â
âWhen youâre back from work?â
âDeal.â You leaned in, and heâd made a soft motion of his nose against yours.Â
âI like you more every next day I see you.â Heâd admitted in a half whisper and pressed his mouth chastely to yours.Â
âI like you too.â You smiled, pressing your lips into his cheek. âYuno, or Jaehyun, it doesnât even matter. Youâre right.â
"My family and colleagues call me Yuno, colleagues because that's what's written in papers and family because my grandma gave me the name. Jaehyun is also the name my family gave me, but I've changed it because you can't write it in Hanja. Friends mainly call me Jaehyun because they've known me to be Jaehyun since we were kids.â He opted to explain it to you now and you appreciated his openness.Â
âSo the changeâs been quite recent?â
âMiddle school.â You nodded, understanding.Â
Your phone buzzed and you saw the clock on the screen and your next questions regarding his name fell out of your brain.Â
You were going to be late for work, shit.Â
âAah, I have to get up.â You rolled your eyes and pulled Jaehyun closer to you. Heâd squeezed you in his hold, mouth pressing into your cheek and moved back, allowing for you to get up.Â
âI also need to go, but Iâll see you later. Just let me know when.â
âMmh. Bye?â
âBye.â He nodded and blew you a kiss.Â
Youâve never found it harder to find any will to go to work within your system than in the past week.Â
Itâs been hell willingly leaving Jaehyun for an entirety of eight to nine hours to go and act like you cared for anything that was happening at work, when all thatâs been occupying your brain ever since he found you was him.Â
The thoughts turned whole consuming the more time youâve spent with him, on him, under him. Even now, when you were supposed to work you were texting Jaehyun about your plans for tomorrow.Â
Your eyes set on the calendar counting down the days you had left before it was his time to return to the military base. The time was passing by too quickly. How were you down already to 5 days? How has it been only nine since you met him?
It felt like an eternity. It felt like he has always been around. Kissing you, lulling you to sleep, taking strolls in the park with you, going out with his friends. Itâs been nine days and imagining what will happen in another five made you feel so hollow. He was so right for you. He was your person, you were sure.Â
No one could connect like that and get along on literally every level there is in such a short period of time.Â
You couldnât imagine not having him around. Couldnât imagine only calling him on weekdays, kissing his mouth on weekends. It was stupid.Â
It felt surreal. Who came up with this stupid rule?
Who send him all the way up to the north, when he belonged here, in the city, glued to your side. Be your boyfriend.Â
âWant to go for lunch now?â Lawyer Kim caught your attention.Â
âUgh, yes. Yes. Sure, letâs go.â You nodded urgently and grabbed your wallet.
âLet me at least take over from here. Youâll have to drive yourself all the way back to the city.â You gave him a short glance. âPlease.â
âOkay, okay. You can drive.â You agreed, with much dramatic exasperation in your voice at his persistence.Â
You pulled the car over on a curb, turning the emergency lights on in case someone was going down the same road and decided to ram your car. Jaehyun immediately undid his seatbelt and reached for his door, but youâve fumbled a little with your moves; palm covering his knee when you could see him determined to take the wheel.Â
âWait.â You hastily told him, making the man next to you pause all his actions.Â
You undid your own seatbelt in a slow manner and turned to him, concern washing over his face in a second.Â
You knew he was about to change that facial expression in a whiplash. You'd moved your seat back a little and in one motion moved your leg up over to Jaehyun's thigh. In three more not that gracious motions of your body you'd ended up on his lap, a puff of air the only sound accompanying the moment.
You moved your fingers over to his nape, running them through Jaehyunâs hair and finally rested your forehead against his.Â
âI think Iâm really going to miss your presence this week.â
"I will too. I am going to really miss seeing you whenever I feel like it. These two weeks we had, they were really special for me, baby." Jaehyun leaned more, letting your noses touch. His palms moved up your thighs onto your waist, and you slid a bit further up his legs to get your torso's closer.
"I have a condom in the pocket of my jacket, because I want you to use it just this once before you have to go." You admitted shamelessly, trailing Jaehyun's mouth with yours. He'd immediately reached for both sides of you, retrieving it from the right one.Â
"I don't know if this is weird; we've only been doing this for two weeks. But I hope you would want to be my girlfriend, because I'm willing to be exclusive and devoted to you.â
âBecause I offered you a quickie?â You chuckled, instead of giving him a proper answer.Â
"Because you proved to me that when there's the right person everything is clicking within a day." Jaehyun took your head in his hand and you happily let him guide your lips to his; melting into the kiss as you put more body weight against him.
"I want only you, exclusively, too." You let him know and he smiled happily; that true sincere smile that made his dimples pop, and pressed his mouth into yours once more. You had to push him back once more. "Now, boyfriend, do you want to use this rubber or not?â
âI do.â He admitted, arms snuggling onto your waist, to lift your clothes up your stomach. He tried to be sweet even as you were crumpled in the car, placing kisses and caressing your body, but soon enough heâd figured his wishes were hard to realise, so youâd both pulled your jeans and uniform pants down and quickly helped him roll the condom down his length.Â
It wasn't a goodbye sex in its exact meaning, but it also was; thus, it felt like every feeling was multiplied by a hundred. It felt like he was reaching deeper than before; your walls were swallowing him tighter than before. Jaehyun's mouth running against your skin felt hotter than before.
Your thighs were on fire, heâd tried helping you by thrusting from under you, but the car was too small and too uncomfortable for you to let him do what he wanted. Heâd ended up grabbing your thighs and guiding you down along his length, until he quickly enough felt like heâd reached his high, and rubbed your clit until you could join him.Â
âOh god. Never again.â Jaehyun chuckled right into your ear, while you panted against his chest in a post-orgasm bliss. âI like to be able to reach all of you when Iâm making love to you. No more car sex.â
âYouâre too cute.â You caressed his cheek, pecking Jaehyunâs lips. âBut I do agree, this was horrible. Though, an experience.â
âI never had sex in a car before.â
âMe neither.â You chuckled.Â
Heâd helped you put all your clothes back on and with a little rumble paid his attention to the fact heâs going to be late and get told off. Youâd quickly let him leave his seat to drive to your destination.Â
"You have to be in the city before eight PM to catch me home." You leaned into your phone, staring at your boyfriend through the screen. He did the same, eyes running over his phone.Â
"I'll be in the city before midday, baby." You beamed at the promise; he'd sealed it once more for your heart to be content. You were constantly paranoid about not having enough time together before he'll have to leave once more. "Why are you half naked, by the way?â
"I'm getting dressed for work." You informed him, trying on a blouse that was supposed to give professionalism.
"You're on lawyer duty this morning?" He smiled at the phone and you leaned in once more to nod. "Can I protest?"Â
"Why?" You chuckled.
âToo much cleavage, I think everyone will be distracted.âÂ
"Perhaps, someone's jealous?" You teased.
"Mmmh, I am. Jealous of tomorrow, me who's going to bury his face in all this." He'd flirted and moved his attention somewhere else; losing all the emotion from his face at once.Â
"What is it?â
âI have to go, but Iâll see you very soon and in person.â you sent a million flying kisses into the camera before heâd cut the call and you focused back on getting ready.Â
âBoss, isnât that the guy that came here a couple of times with you?â You barely heard the question, focused on recounting the gin bottles once more as the beats of Akonâs Smack that took your mind elsewhere. Woo repeated his question directly into your ear canal and you had to wipe it from his spit midst turning around; brows furrowed and confused.Â
It was one AM, you told Jaehyun to sleep because he was up since six, and he even gave in and messaged you goodnight when you promised to wake him up once youâre back.Â
But he was right there, in front of you, eyes smiling as well as his lips, while looking at you.Â
âJae? What are you doing here?â You leaned in over the bar, when heâd done the same on the other side of it.Â
He was taken of the opportunity to answer as two people wrapped his shoulders to lean over the bar with him. Youâve recognised Mingyu and Rosie by his side, your eyes involuntarily sliding down where her fingers gripped his forearm.Â
Heâd lowered his gaze there also and made a small motion to free himself, but sheâd just readjusted her hold.Â
âWhat do you want to order, Jae?â She chirped, oblivious to the person behind the bar.Â
âWait.â Mingyu looked you dead in the eyes and didnât take a second to recognise you. âYouâre a bartender?!â
âThatâs my manager.â Woo came in, probably assuming these people wanted to place an order; probably to eavesdrop on gossip.Â
âOoof, is that courtesy of this young man?â Mingyu chuckled, patting Jaehyun and gestured over at his chest and neck, making four sets of eyes, yours on top ogle over your cleavage.Â
âWhy would you stare at my girlfriendâs chest?â Jaehyun furrowed his brow, punching Mingyuâs shoulder like he was upset. Heâd smirked right after at his friend and the other guy patted your boyfriendâs shoulder once more. Â
Jaehyun had left a few marks there five minutes into your meeting today, and you've put on much concealer over your skin to cover it in order not to be suffocated in a turtle neck at a club. It clearly didnât help, huh.Â
"Your girlfriend?" That bit of information made Rosie scandalised; also made her let go of his arm so it was a win for you.
"How would I know that if you don't talk shit about your life?" Mingyu shot back with a mock accusation and Jaehyun ran his eyes into his head.Â
"Can you give us a moment?" Jaehyun looked at his friends and Mingyu dragged Rosie away in a second. "Hi baby.â
âWhat are you doing here?â Youâd said in unison; Jaehyun reached a hand to hold your fingers over the bar. âYou messaged goodnight, I thought it meant you were sleeping.â You softened and got on your very tippy toes to be closer to his face.Â
âI was, but then I thought of a question. Needed to ask it immediately.â
âSo you gathered all your friends to accompany you here for a question?â Jaehyun shifted his weight and his palm landed on your jaw, caressing with his fingers.Â
âI find it impossible to be apart from you when weâre in the same city, baby. Youâre not mad, are you?â He moved his neck back a little to stare deeply into your eyes. Of course, you werenât mad. For all you knew, the feeling was reciprocated. You really wished to be with him the whole time, especially when it was this limited. Youâd even considered not going to work. At all.Â
Heâd pulled your face in closer, and the distant sound of Wooâs voice was the only reason you were able to find strength and put a hand on his shoulder.Â
âI canât do this when Iâm on the clock. I ask this of my staff and canât go against my own set of rules.â You gasped out.Â
âOkay. Can you finish early tonight? My friends really want to party with you.â
âOnly your friends?â
"You know partying is not what I want to do with you at all, sweetheart." You bit into your lower lip, letting your noses touch. You'd no more self-control to refrain from kissing him any longer when he was so close and so seducing just by his existence.Â
"Okay, give me another thirty minutes and I'm all yours." You let your palm rest over Jaehyun's cheek; mouth pressing into the dimple on his cheek.
âLike youâre not now?â You scrunched your nose up and heâd let you go, not taking it any further. âIâll be over here, waiting.â Heâd gestured at the bar stool next to him and sat down on it.Â
âHere? What about your friends?â
âThese two gossipers surely already told the news to the rest of the group and if I go there now, Iâll be dead by the time youâre done.â He bit onto his cheek, holding in a smile, head shaking in a thought.Â
"You should've told them we were acquaintances if that's what you were comfortable with." You shrugged a little, trying to play indifference, when you thought how his friends told you how they were rich kids; by your own conclusion, they were probably pretentious enough over their friend's choice and he could be faltering sharing it, even though Jaehyun was part of the group too and didn't seem one bit like it."They didn't know about us because it's none of their fucking business and because we've not been together properly, even for a week. I wanted to talk about what you're comfortable with before telling them anything." You nodded and bit into the corner of your lip feeling immediately stupid for whatever you thought was the reason a moment ago.
You didnât say anything back. You leaned over the bar and pecked his mouth before heâd realised what you were doing and moved back to the task you had before he came over. Jaehyun sitting obediently on the bar stool the whole time.Â
You'd returned from the back room forty minutes later, clocked out and changed into the emergency clothes you had in here for instance, just like this, and this time went straight to Jaehyun, who sat at the bar still, a drink in his hand. He clearly didn't see your approach because he'd looked startled as you flirted with him before he worked out it was you.
âDo you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again and try to impress you?â You flirted with the stupidest line you could come up with.Â
âDid you swap clothes with someone?â Jaehyun looked at you astonished, a little; arm immediately sneaking over your lower back to pull you in between his legs. âLove the skirt.â Heâd grabbed onto your bare thigh way higher up than you wouldâve expected him to, keeping in mind the skirt was extra short and heâd still managed to surprise you.Â
"I had a spare fit in case someone ever wanted me to quit early, you know."
"I fear you're quitting early every week from now on." Jaehyun's other arm grabbed your waist, and you pushed him back.
Youâd raised your palm up and Woo scooted closer in an instance.Â
âIâve clocked out, but Iâll be here for a little while if anything is needed.â Heâd nodded, not even trying to focus his gaze on you, watching Jaehyunâs lips trail kisses up and down your neck instead.Â
"I do kindly remind you of the no fucking in the backroom rule, boss. Clocked in or not," he'd given you both a brow and you wanted to gasp scandalised, but Jaehyun took over with a hearty laugh and you'd given in chuckling yourself. "Have a great time though. I'll even consider giving the first set of your drinks on the house.â
âHowâd he know this is exactly what Iâve been wanting ever since I came in here.â Jaehyun turned you around in his arms and finally leaned in, pressing his face against your cheek.Â
"You weren't exactly trying to keep your intentions a secret." You smiled, and forced his face away, to finally kiss him.Â
You've gone through haste makeouts in the morning. An absolute mess of feelings and pure physical need for release has guided the first six hours of your meeting and now you've slowed down to just holding each other, being next to each other. Enjoying the press of his lips against yours, palm pressing into the small of your back.Â
You've only ever felt that content with your own self, never with someone else. Not with someone you've known for a couple of weeks. Never with someone so open about his own feelings, so certain of what he wanted. Certain that he wanted you.
âWhat was the question? Or was there none?â You let your palms press into his thighs, mouths pulling apart to take a few proper breaths in.Â
âNo, there was. Must you work at the club at night? Are you really needed here like that?â
"No," you couldn't suppress a laugh. "There's an actual office rented with more staff working there during daytime; I just prefer it this way. I do all the administrative tasks and etc. in my office, simply because I can. Why?â
âWas just curious, thereâs nothing to it.â Jaehyun chuckled and pulled you back in by your chin. âGlad to know youâre not just forced to work at night.âÂ
 âAre we not going to go to your besties?â
âRight. We are.â Jaehyun let an exasperated sigh out and stood up, leading you to his friend group.Â
"You know, I still can drive you back this time too." You caressed his clothed chest, unable to part yourself from his body.Â
"You don't have to. I'll take the bus; you won't have to spend half of your day on the road." The tips of his fingers tickled your cheek and you raised your eyes up to look at his. Weird wave of realisation and literal grief washed over you.
You were down to another five days before you could touch his shoulder like that again.Â
âYouâre right, the bus is the right decision.â
âMmh.â Jaehyun pecked the corner of your mouth.Â
âBut weâll have a little more time together if I go with you.â You let your arm slide up his chest and around his neck. Jaehyun looked at you pleadingly, knowing heâd worry more once youâre left to drive back home in the darkness. âNo, you are right, I should stay here and get ready for work.â
âI will miss you.â He whispered, mouth immediately latching onto yours.Â
You clutched onto his shoulder, suddenly sinking into your own feelings that were not letting you go of him. You werenât ready; you werenât able to accept that someone else was deciding when you were allowed to see him. He was your boyfriend, but he wasnât all yours.Â
âI canât wait for your very last day there. I canât wait for the day youâll always be in the city.â You tucked yourself under his arm, face peppering kisses onto his neck.Â
âMe too, baby.â Jaehyun pecked the crown of your head. âI have to go now, though. See you Saturday, right?â You nodded, letting his lips trail every bit of yours for the last time for today. âIâll be here before midday and weâll go out for a brunch. Weâll do everything you want us to do, and then Iâll drive you to work and wait for your return to kiss your pretty mouth until youâre asleep. Deal?â
âDeal.â You once more trailed the outline of his face with your finger and loosened your grip.Â
Jaehyun moved his arm away too, and with one more look at your face exited the apartment.Â
Youâd schemed all week, asking questions like what time heâs going to leave the base, what time heâll be at the bus station, what time is his bus, what time he thinks heâll arrive, all two fish out information and not seem suspicious. Jaehyun took it for your eagerness to see him - which it undoubtedly was, but youâve also been gathering information to surprise him.Â
It wasnât hard to spot him in a group of military men even if you werenât seeing his face this far from you. He was taller, with glasses over his nose, though it might not be that much of a distinctive trait in his friend group, and had something to his step that even that made him look hot and seducing. You probably needed a CT scan of your brain.Â
You let the group walk much closer, finally working out features of your boyfriend not in your memory but with your own eyes; theyâd walked all submerged in conversation and not payed attention to a single thing around them.Â
Youâve not expected him to see you even as you stood up not far away from where they were walking simply because he wasnât expecting you there.Â
âJeong Yuno.â You called out and heâd made a one-eighty so swiftly, eyes landing on you without a single struggle to find you. âHi.â
Heâd scooped you in a hug the very next moment. âOh my god, baby. What are you doing here?â Heâd taken a look at you and furrowed his brow. âYouâve not driven here, have you?â
âNo, came here on a bus.â
âDid something happen?â You shook your head no and took his face in your hands.Â
âI missed you so much, Jae. I couldnât wait until midday. I wanted to see you as soon as possible even if it means I had to go all the way down here.â You pulled him in and heâd kissed you with no thought of withholding his feelings. His palms trailed your waist and soon enough lowered down your thighs, pushing your core against his.Â
âUgh, Jeong.â One of the man called and heâd pulled back, so displeased he was interrupted.Â
âWeâre coming, a minute.â You pulled onto his sleeve at the certainty in his voice. âMmh?â
âActually, I found a very cute hotel nearby and even booked a room there.â You chewed onto your lip and fluttered your eyelashes at him. âFor two people, for tonight.â
Heâd grabbed your neck and pressed your mouth into his all before you could read the face expression he had. âGive me a second.â
You watched him walk away from you to explain to his friends how he wasnât going back to the city tonight and even endured their glances with a little wave of your fingers as they all collectively stared at you after heâd said something clearly mentioning you.Â
âSo, where is it?â Jaehyun asked upon his return to you.Â
âWait,â you pulled onto his wrist. âBefore we go there, you have to promise me weâll go out for dinner. We wonât procrastinate in bed all day.â
âPinky promise.â Jaehyun took your fingers in his and then forced your lips to meet once more in a kiss. âWait, but what about the club for tonight?â
âLeft Woo to run it.â Jae nodded like he cared, and you walked to the hotel with him, knowing damn well he was not keeping that pinky promise.
âIf you said it was supposed to be for six months and we met when youâve already served two of them, which is twenty four weeks minus eightâ you folded Jaehyunâs fingers instead of yours for counting. âYouâve come back once, Iâve been here four times already-.â You folded more fingers. âIt means eleven more weeks, and then I can wake up with you in a bed whenever I feel like it?â You moved on your elbows to Jaehyunâs face.
âThat is, if everything continues as it is. Near the border, I mean.âÂ
âOf course, it will.â You chuckled at his silliness and pressed your mouth into his. âI canât wait to have you more than just for dinner at the cafe and this hotel room.â
âThat can be achieved if youâll just let me come back to Seoul. We could go to so many places there.â
âI donât want you to. Itâs a long road and you have to go back and forth, and-.â
âBut that is exactly what youâre doing for me, isnât it?â Heâd stopped you, sitting up with his back against the headboard.Â
Jaehyun deliberately pulled you from his chest and made you sit up, thighs over his. Heâd taken your palms in his and the concentration and slight worry over his face made you more worried than he was. Youâve squeezed his fingers between yours to give him courage, and Jaehyun finally focused his gaze on your eyes.
âI love you.â your heart immediately thumped in your head, heâd looked even more worried as you graced him with silence, but you couldnât undo the freezing. Your whole body suddenly felt like it was made of ice that burned, if that made any sense at all. You were frozen, but also terribly on fire, heart pumping blood like it was its last day alive. Â
Was he sure? Wasn't it too soon? Is he even aware of what this confession is doing to your heart, mind, body, and soul?Â
"It's okay if you're not ready to say it back, no pre-." He must've taken your astonishment the wrong way, huh.
âNo.â You quickly rearranged your thoughts, unclasping his hold on your fingers and leaning into him, palms landing on his soft, fuzzy cheeks. âI love you, Jaehyun.â Heâd smiled, relieved and perked his lips up for a peck you happily granted him. His arms locked around your head pulling you in closer, legs between his legs and you could tell he was feeling himself as if the weight of the world fell off his shoulder.Â
You thought something was off at work when youâve talked to him today, but it seems like the issue was the nerves. He was still so undeniably cute. Dear Lord.Â
âI think I loved you before you asked me to be your girlfriend. When on your vacation you took me to work and picked me up, when you bought me pastries on your morning runs, when you took me bowling I felt like I was getting deeper into you every time we were together. I probably fell for you when you came to the club and said you came here for me first thing you were able to be back in the city.â
âI love you.â He smiled, relieved you were able to reciprocate. Maybe, a little surprised at the fact he was accepted and understood. âBeen wanting to tell you for weeks.â
âI love you.â You smiled mischievously, kissing his shoulder. âI love you.â Your mouth pressed into his jawline and Jaehyun wrapped an arm around your shoulder. âI love you.â You kissed his cheek and moved before his mouth.Â
âOnce Iâm back to the city, youâll have to move half of your staff to my place, because thereâs no way youâre staying far from me.â You hugged his neck, excited at the mere mention of him living in the same city as you.Â
Youâve been contemplating for the past three weeks - flowers or no flowers? Should you bring a cake or just take him home and do all the celebratory events youâve prepared there.
Youâd stared at the watch on your wrist for the nth time in the last ten minutes and finally figured it was time to come out of the car to greet him, taking a small flower bouquet from the passenger seat with you.Â
You'd taken just two steps from the car, when you'd seen Yuno's silhouette exit the gates and took off like a mad woman in his direction.Â
People watching you cross the parking lot like that had a good reason to think you were running away from a killer.
âBaby.â You cried out, emotions overflowing in your system. Before you knew it, before you could ever reach him, happy tears streamed down your face.Â
Jaehyun was coming back to the city and he was coming back for good.
You choked on a sob, finally jumping into his arms. Jaehyun took you in his hold, squeezing the life out of you with his hug. He'd lifted you off the ground and your arms found their place over his neck, the bouquet in your hold brushing the back of Jaehyun's head.
You gave each other a couple of long looks, like you havenât seen each other in ten years and locked lips in a kiss.Â
You were so relieved, in such bliss, youâve let your kiss portray exactly that.Â
You were finally able to let go of that constant fear at the back of your mind - what if something happens? What if anything at all happens and youâre never seeing him again?Â
Youâd choked even more on the thought and grabbed his face with your fingers like heâd returned from literal war.Â
"I'm so happy you donât have to go back here again." you mumbled, lips setting on his jaw. Jaehyunâs fingers somehow reached your clothed inner thigh and caressed it while holding you in the air.Â
You felt like kissing his face and neck right then and there, unable to contain your excitement a minute, much less take it home.Â
Jaehyun slid his tongue against your lips and you've granted him access into your mouth, letting a whine surpass your lips. Jaehyun smiled, his arm dangerously teasing your inner thigh.Â
"See you Monday, Jeong. Don't be late and don't overwork yourself on the weekend, huh." Some guy commented through a chuckle, and you pulled back.
Eyes stern in a second.Â
"What did he mean?â You questioned, non-accusatory, yet. Maybe youâve gotten it wrong.Â
"It's nothing, baby.â Jaehyun shook his head, trying to kiss you once more.Â
"What does he mean about the Monday?" You pulled back and Jaehyun let you back on the ground.Â
Right this moment you could tell by his eyes he has to be back here Monday, itâs just that you were still in the midst of not accepting the reality.Â
Or the lie, or the fact heâd kept it away from you all of this time and made you excited like a stupid fool over nothing.Â
"Why did you lie?â You let the disappointment out on the surface.Â
"I didnât, baby.â He pleaded, but it didnât really reach your heart. It was thumping in your head once more. Absolutely tearing apart your bodily system with borderline betrayal. This was betrayal, right?
âLiar." You spat, hurt. Suddenly, it wasnât the happy tears that streamed down your face.Â
"I didn't know until five minutes ago. I didn't have the time to tell you. I received the command just now." Jaehyun still tried to pull you back in, but it was useless. You were suffocated out in the fresh air; under his touch, you were set to immediate death. Of pain and disappointment.
"Why didn't you say no?" It was such a stupid question; you knew he couldn't. But you had to ask.
"I can't. I literally can't." Jaehyun looked at you like you were insane. Maybe you were, for believing what he told you. For letting him lead you on with the promise.
âYou're lying again?" You cried.Â
"No, of course not. I'm a man of duty, wherever it calls - I follow. That's why the commander decides, and I just do what I'm told.â Jaehyun tried to showcase his military voice to you, but you werenât impressed one bit by it.
"No." You cried and stepped back.Â
"Baby, please." Jaehyun pleaded, understanding of your reaction, but also hurt and worried. You could see that, but you also knew it was always necessary to put yourself first. You couldn't feel pity at this moment for him, for the person who didn't even find it important to tell you about his plans. Even though you thought you were important; even though you thought you were loved.
"Please what?" You stepped back and couldn't understand why did you even decide on bringing the flowers.Â
"I love you." Jaehyun went for the low blow, it seemed.Â
"Do you even? Maybe it's just convenient to have someone that's ready to spend half of their weekend on the road for a fuck?" You decided to go for one too.
"Stop, saying hurtful things wonât make it better. You know I love you and I always show it to you." Jaehyun tried to touch you once more.Â
"No, donât touch me. I-I canât." You wiped your nose. "I'm going back home."
"I'll drive."Â
"Whatever." You shook your head, running back to the car without him. You couldn't imagine yourself driving for two hours straight; in the back of your head, you were glad he offered. You trailed to the passenger seat and threw the bouquet to the backseat, fastening your seatbelt afterward.
Jaehyun followed not long after, quietly leaving his belongings in the seat behind him and starting the engine. You pressed yourself against the door, unable to feel fine while having him this close. Knowing it's once more only for less than two days. Tomorrow he'll have to go back to be in time for his 6 AM Monday weekly kick-off.
Your eyes caught glimpses of his fingers over the screen, connecting his phone and searching for your shared playlist in his profile.Â
You felt your palms turn into fists at the desperation and powerlessness you had in this situation. You had no capability to change the situation. You had to obey; to be part of his world, you had to be as obedient as he was.Â
Follow the rules Jaehyun was set to follow. You didnât want to, you couldnât.Â
You could not do this any longer.Â
You couldn't accept that some man in a uniform decided how your relationship is going to go. When you can see the man you love, and when you're not.Â
The inner turmoil was suffocating you; you felt your breath get even more uneven than before. Jaehyun couldn't keep his distance from you anymore; he took your hand, kissing the back of your palm.
"Baby, please. Don't cry." You tried to pull your hand out of his hold. "I love you more than anyone in this world. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. See you on my deathbed, grey and with a bunch of our grandchildren hugging your shoulders." Jaehyun's lips peppered kisses over your palm. "I swear to God none of this is intentional. I want to spend all of my time with you and I am not allowed to. They need me there. I have to obey. If I couldâve, I would've been back in the city after our first meeting.â Jaehyun pressed his lips against your palm, talking into your skin, not forgetting to leave a few kisses as he finished his sentence. âThank you for the flowers, by the way. No one ever gave me flowers.â Heâd kissed your palm once more as a thank you.Â
Your heart melted, just a little.Â
You couldn't make yourself pull your hand out of his hold, let him know it was hurting you more than what he must've imagined it would.Â
You should've said something to him about how much he meant for you. How much you've come to love him, those weeks you were apart yet still together. You couldnât stand being ruled by a man youâve never seen in your life, but more than that youâve came to realisation you couldnât imagine separating yourself from the guy, whose feelings were not considered in the decision making process.Â
You couldn't imagine not taking your weekend trips all the way up to the north to see him, live in your little bubble for this short period of time. Enjoy his love, care, and thoughtfulness.Â
"How long for?" You made a sound for the first time in an hour, and it must've startled Jaehyun so much his hand made the wheel turn left a bit; he even had to let go of your fingers that he held on to patiently and straighten the car in its lane, only to recollect your digits between his in a moment.
"Mmh?" He asked confused, eyes darting between the road and you.Â
You sounded too hoarse the first time and decided to repeat the question. "How long do I have to wait for you again?"
Jaehyun looked at you, clearly scared to give you the real answer. You bit your tongue, giving a short caress to his fingers holding yours.Â
"A year."Â
You squeezed your eyes to not burst into tears right in the middle of the driveway.Â
Another whole fucking year. You were going to go insane.Â
It's been officially eighteen hours since you last left Jaehyunâs bed for more than three minutes. He'd left you there alone and miserable for at least an hour to go on his stupid run, even though you were obviously grieving. He'd also left you for another fifteen minutes to go pick up your burger order, but other than that he'd obeyed to your wish to stay there.
It was probably simple for him to obey to someone else's wishes, wasn't it?
You haven't talked much; you could tell he was getting more concerned by the minute because the time was ticking, and you barely talked to him, and he needed to leave soon, but he couldnât.
Not when you were feeling yourself like this, not when you looked at him like you were dissociating. Even when your mouth let moans out, your eyes looked at him with a glint of hollowness.Â
Heâd glanced at the clock on the table once more and let a sigh out signalling he wanted to talk, but was so deep down into this silent awkwardness he simply couldnât.Â
Youâd given him a boost of confidence by raising your gaze at him. Jaehyun cleared his throat, but it clearly didnât help him speak in his regular voice. Youâve entertained the silence for too long.Â
"We're all good, aren't we?" He'd looked at you sheepishly and that tore you apart completely.Â
"We are." You blinked through the sudden wave of tears and had no other reply but falling on his chest for a hug. Jaehyun let his arms wrap your shoulder, and before you knew it you wailed like someone physically ripped you open and took a piece of your heart out.
âIâm so sorry, baby. I donât know what I could do to make it less painful. Youâre always sacrificing so much for me and I canât even get back in the city.â Jaehyun whispered against your temple, palm caressing your back.
âThat is not true.â Your fingers wiped the tear stains off your cheeks, colliding with Jaehyunâs fingers that reached to do the same.Â
âYou come to me every weekend, quit the club, took care of my apartment, my bills, my-, well, basically my everything. Youâre taking care of everything and I canât even keep one promise I gave you, and it pains me so much. I swear it does.â
âItâs your duty.â You shook your head, not understanding where these words of support were coming from. He was right.Â
He wasnât keeping the only promise he promised to keep.Â
But the rest - it was your choice, it was something you wanted to do for him. Because you loved Jaehyun, you fell in love with him and the feeling was whole-consuming and deep.
No, not in the past tense. It is. You still loved him the same. This tiny nuance couldnât change a thing.Â
It canât.Â
âI knew who you were when I let myself fall in love with you. Iâm reaping what Iâve sown for myself. It wasnât ever going to be easy. But I love you; love can endure all. Canât it?â
âI am taking a vacation next month. Two weeks, okay? Pick anywhere you want to go in the whole wide world, and Iâll take you there. You wonât have to worry about a single thing. Just wake up in bed with me every morning and do everything your heart wishes for.â
âYou canât randomly leave the country. Not the special forces captain.â You chuckled for the first time this weekend and wiped your tears off his shoulder.Â
âIâll have to approve our destination with my commanding officer, but for the rest there wonât be an issue.â
âAre you sure?â You had no reason to doubt the man in front of you, but you also did.Â
âI promise. Weâre going on a holiday. Our first holiday together.â He leaned in and pressed his mouth against yours, making it a little bit easier in your chest to accept this whole thing.Â
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âYuno?â Your voice trembled into the phone. You heard a bunch of noises on the other end of the line, but nothing much that you could match to your boyfriendâs voice or any words at all.Â
âBaby.â His voice finally screeched through the line and youâd choked up on the tears trying to leave your eyes. âIâm okay.â
âI got an emergency alert on my phone about the border, and I've read the news that something happened, and I don't understand. What is going on?" You tried to contain yourself; you've talked about this with him before.Â
In case of emergency, you have to not give in to panic. He's in a dangerous zone, but he's trained to work in emergency situations; you shouldn't worry about him and take care of yourself. He'll try to contact you the first chance he gets to let you know he's safe.
What bullshit it was, why would you care about yourself when he was clearly in danger. He didnât pick up his phone for two hours and at this point it felt like your soul was leaving your body.Â
Another great perk of being in a relationship with a military man is that in case of emergency, there's about zero chance anyone would tell if he's safe and where he is. It was really lucky Jaehyun actually had his phone by now.Â
"It's okay. It's all good." He tried to calm you down, but the sounds overlapping with his voice signalled it was just a lie.
âDo you know what happened?â
"Some mess from the north, I don't know yet, I am only going to go there now for the night."
"Please, please, be safe." You cried on the phone.Â
"I will, darling. I love you. I really do." He whispered into the phone. Why was he making it sound like a goodbye? He canât be serious right now. It canât be anything of actual danger to him. It canât.Â
"I love you too, Jae.â You whispered, unable to say anything else. Ask any questions.Â
âI think Iâm not coming to the city this weekend.â He sighed into the phone.Â
âItâs okay, just please, be safe.â
âI will be. I have to go, Iâll get in contact when I get the chance. I love you.â He hung up before you could tell him how much you loved him too.Â
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His absence in the city on the weekend wasn't easy, worsened by the fact it was nearly impossible to talk to him in general.Â
By what you were able to gather from the internet, there was a fire open near the border, descendants, and an interception, neutralised all within thirty minutes. You were finding it hard to understand why they were not letting go of the situation two weeks later.
Yes, you got that it was an emergency, illegal armed border crossing, but according to the uniformed man on the TV everything was perfect and taken care of.Â
Somehow, Jaehyunâs been locked up at the base for weeks straight, his unit in full combat readiness. You barely heard his voice and that, adding up to the whole thing made it impossible for you to carry on with your regular life in the city.Â
It was a happy call, when Jaehyun managed to call you from a landline phone, like heâd been in a dungeon with no connection, to tell you he managed to ask for a two hours of leave for tomorrow. If you could come see him - heâll be happy to.Â
Of course you could, of course you would come see him. Thatâs why right now you were watching the bus take the left turn to the bus station, messaging Jaehyun about your arrival right after.Â
He was supposed to be free in thirty minutes, enough time for you to walk to the gates.Â
âYouâre here.â Jaehyun let a sigh out as you stepped out; making you so startled upon his presence. âI was given an extra hour, I figured Iâll come pick you up.â You stared at him paralysed. He hasnât worn much his camouflage uniform with you, making your eyes ogle on his name tag and his rolled up sleeves. Hair noticeably shorter than the last time youâve seen and touched him. âCome here.â Jaehyun pulled onto your wrist when a man tried to descend the bus and pushed into your back.Â
âAre you okay?â You took his face in your arms, trying to see if anything at all changed. Your fingers trailed over his arms, tanner than theyâve been before and looked over his skin for a sign of any physical harm he mightâve endured in those weeks.Â
âBaby, Iâm all good.â Jaehyun chuckled, and took your hands in his instead. âIâm perfectly fine now that youâre here.â He guided your arms onto his shoulders and ran his fingers against your waist, leaving a kiss on your neck. âI missed you so fucking much. I canât believe I havenât seen you for almost a month.â
âCan you go back home next week?â Jaehyun pulled back, eyes uncertain.Â
âIâm not sure, baby. Every morning they extend the emergency status.â He caressed your cheek apologetically, leaving a kiss over your forehead.Â
âShould we go to the cafe?â
âOne of my colleagues rents an apartment down the street.â
âYou want us to go see him?â
âNo.â Jaehyun shook his head with a chuckle. âI want to give you a very big, long, hug, and heâd told me the passcode.â
âIs he okay with us intervening like that?â
âOf course. He said as long as we donât touch his bed we can do whatever.âÂ
âAnd what did you tell him we were going to do?â You chuckled, Jaehyunâs arm wrapping your shoulder to walk to the apartment.Â
âNothing, I said weâre both very intelligent and decent kids.â
âDid he believe you?â
âNo.â Jaehyun laughed, giving you a side hug.Â
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âCanât imagine getting up from under you in an hour.â Jaehyun ran his fingers against the sides of your neck, extending your neck to kiss your cheek.
âHave you ever imagined to quit this and get a different job?â You raised your head up and asked the question that bothered you for a little while.Â
âNo.â Jaehyun defended, eagerly. You could tell the question offended him, but you were way past tip-toeing about it. Maybe you should fight it out and come to some sort of piece of mind. âNever.â
âI understand.â You took a mental step back, not able to ruin the limited time you have in his arms.Â
âIâm really sorry.â He tucked your head under his chin and shifted his legs, wrapping them more around yours.Â
âI think I cried every day of this week because I miss you and canât do a thing about it. People in jail get to get visitors, and you donât. I havenât even been to the place you spend all of your time at. Isnât that unfair? Donât you feel like itâs just a little unfair?â Jaehyun trailed your cheeks with his fingers like he could still see the tear stains over them.Â
âIâm sorry, I really am sorry.â
âBut itâs not even your fault, what are you sorry for?âÂ
âI shouldâve known itâll be difficult when I started it all.â You had to raise your head from his chest to see his eyes. Itâs not like he was regretting dating you. He canât be really saying that to you right now.Â
âDespite the emergency status, you have your permit to leave the country for our trip, and we are going to spend two weeks like any normal couple would, and it'll all be better after that. We are just a little worn out by the schedule. But it doesn't mean I don't love you." You patted his clothed chest, forcing the words of your love into his chest.
âAbout that.â Jaehyun sighed so heavily, you slid to the back of the couch on your side and heâd turned on his, fingers taking your chin to look in your eyes. âThe permit was taken back, because of everything thatâs been happening. Iâm not allowed to leave the country any longer for the meantime, and-.â
âItâs fine.â You even managed a smile out, covering the fingers holding your face. âI have a whole list of places I want to visit within the country. We could see what we both like-.â You blinked at him, understanding it all without him needing to say it. You werenât going anywhere. He was declined the vacation at all. Jaehyun mouthed Iâm sorry, but youâve ignored it. What was the point of those words you couldnât know any more. âItâs okay. Weâll do it next time, right? When youâre able to, weâll have the best time together. I love you.â It felt a little like you were trying to convince yourself you did, so you stopped talking. Your mind was deceiving you, so much disappointment was hard to carry with your head held high. Â
You leaned in and laid your lips atop of his; Jaehyun kissed you back, palms taking your head in their hold properly, as you leaned back into the backrest of the couch, Jaehyun took the lead of the kiss, leaning over you and pressing you down from above.
âAre you sure itâs okay?âÂ
âIt is, I promise.â Jaehyun leaned back in, but you paused.Â
I promise. He always says that. It never goes like he promises it will.Â
You let him turn your neck to fit better under his lips, and he groaned against your skin.Â
âDo you want to?â He asked, letting his palms wander lower, making your leg hook around his body.Â
âWhen do you think Iâll see you next time?â
âIf it was up to me, I wouldnât make you leave in the first place.â Jaehyunâs palm ran up and down inner side of your thigh, making your arms cover with shivers.Â
âBaby.â You murmured; you wanted an answer, not his sweet talking.Â
"I don't know. No one knows. They should've lifted the emergency status last week; it's still on. Then they cut everyone's right to go on vacation for the foreseeable future. I don't have an answer, that's the honest truth.â
âOkay. Then I definitely do. I miss your touch.â You let his palms trail up your stomach, bunching up your shirt. His fingers burned against your skin and you forced all the uneasiness out of your head.Â
He was your man, you loved him, youâd do anything to make him happy and content. You have to endure this one bit of difficulty to be back in the city together. He will, eventually, come back. You need to work on your patience to have your happy ever after.Â
You undid the buttons on his combat shirt and pulled it down Jaehyunâs shoulders. He let you leave him in his plain black shirt. Your fingers went down to his belt and youâd pulled the tucked material up, when Jaehyunâs fingers caught yours.Â
âWhat?â You looked puzzled at him, itâs not like he was shy for you to see his stomach. You did about a hundred times before, anyway. âWhat are you hiding?â You smirked, sneaking a palm blindly under his clothes. He tsked and took your palms back out.Â
âYour fingers are freezing,â Jaehyun pinned your arms above your head and leaned his body down to your stomach, making a sloppy trail all the way down to your jeans. He expertly undid the button and pulled them down to your knees, his thigh getting back in between your legs to create friction.Â
âOh my god.â You whispered, as his digits sneaked over your chest, pulling the bra down. Jaehyun teased your nipple with his fingers and in combination with his leg and lips you felt like you were on fire. âI missed you.â You let out a hitch breath mid sentence. âI feel so lonely without you.â You spread your legs wider and Jaehyun pressed his legs harder, and your hips moved against his pants and you moaned into his shoulder. Unable to do anything else, you gripped onto his shoulder and let him take care of you.Â
He let go of your nipple to grab onto your ass, trying to imprint each of his fingers into your skin. Jaehyunâs mouth met yours then, and you let your tongue slide against his lips, until heâd granted you access and stuck your tongue into his mouth, sloppily kissing his mouth.Â
Jaehyun moved his grip, and now his hand ended up before his thigh, and in less than a second heâd pulled your underwear aside and smothered his fingers in your slickness. Youâd taken a sharp inhale as he moved his fingers to your hole and pumped them in and out of you with much determination.Â
You found his belt blindly once more, this time undoing it.Â
You sneaked your hand down into his pants and heâd made another displeased sound with his mouth. âAre you okay?â He asked like it wasnât you who needed to ask that.Â
âPerfectly.â
âWhy are you so cold?â You were sure your palms were warming up mid action. You had no idea why you were freezing, or maybe you did. Youâve been so nervous and anxious the whole time, your limbs went cold.Â
âGive me five minutes, Iâll warm my hands up.â You smiled, stroking his length in your hand. The warmth and weight of his cock felt so good against your palm. You missed that so much. You missed his digits sliding in and out of you. You missed the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of your throbbing heat with no barrier.Â
âLove you so fucking much.â Jaehyun panted into your neck, as you pulled the zipper down and properly took his length out of the restraining clothes. Your hands covered his cock to give it double pressure as you stroked him, watching the tip get pink and glistening. You could only ever want it in your mouth when you see it. âWhen I get home I want you.âÂ
âYouâre not home, do you not want me?â
âYou know what I mean.â Jaehyun licked his lips.Â
You raised up on your knees, making Jaehyun let go of your body and scoot to the side, so youâd have more space to sit. You made him raise his hips up and let you pull all of the fabric down his legs. As you did so, your head leaned to his tip and your hands rearranged the grip over him and youâd giving him a lick, getting a very long fuck out of Jaehyunâs mouth.Â
You sat on your folded legs and let one of the palms leave his length for support of your weight and took more of him into your mouth. Jaehyun was always quick with finding ways to give you pleasure, so now also he found a way to sneak his fingers between your legs and against your clit.Â
You took more of him into your mouth, swallowing the spit and pre-cum and mixed on your tongue, lowering properly on his length. Youâd raised your hips from your legs to get the better angle and bob your head rhythmically on him, when you head him move; next thing you felt was his tongue against your perked up ass and sliding right into your heat.Â
You couldnât even imagine how he reached it, given all of the circumstances, but he did, an arm angling you better so his tongue would be able to slide up and down your sensitive bud.Â
It felt straight up from an adult movie, having sex on the couch of his colleaguesâ apartment, giving each other pleasure with your mouths at the same time. It felt nasty, but it also felt so fucking good. You couldnât keep your moans inside, couldnât stop humming and gasping mouth full of his cock. Couldnât stop yourself from reaching your ass back so heâd be able to get his tongue further, do more with his tongue. And his tongue was capable of so much. So much it was hard for you to comprehend that a human muscle moved like that. Â
âWe need to stop.â You moved away from his cock, but your palms were still stroking his length.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Jaehyun pulled on your shoulder to see your face, eyes full of concern, but you couldnât focus on that. Not when his mouth was glistening like that.Â
âI mean you have to go back soon, we can only do this once, and I want to feel you inside.â You leaned to Jaehyunâs face, making him lay back down on his back, swiping your tongue against his lips and kissing him next.Â
âYou mean so much to me.â Jaehyun took your thigh once more and wrapped over his waist. He guided you to lay on your side next to him and youâd hugged his neck, pulling him close. Jaehyun took his length in his grip and with a couple of strokes pressed himself into you, swiping his cock against your folds. You spread your legs wider to feel him better; to get him covered in all of you before he sunk in. Heâd teased enough, lowering down to your entrance and gave it a few strokes of his member, before he let him slip inside by an inch, and then pull out. Heâd done the same thing once more and by the third time your thigh hooked over his waist didnât let him pull out. Heâd stayed caged and got the clue to slip in further.Â
As he did, your mouth pressed against Jaehyunâs, youâd gasped and he let a grunt out as he slipped further, and with next motion fully slipping in youâd kissed his lips, gasping for air when he pulled out and began slow stroking of your insides with his length.Â
Heâd picked up the pace faster than you expected, and in no time you were grunting into each otherâs mouths, nasty sound of skin slapping against skin and the couch legs fighting the wish to move from its spot.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?â Jaehyun licked your dried out lips.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You took his face in your hold, confused.Â
âI can cum somewhere else if you want to.âÂ
âNo, donât, itâs okay.â You pulled him in closer and with a few deeper thrusts Jaehyun shuddered and loaded his seed inside of you.Â
You followed suit as soon as his fingers rubbed your clit, making your heart wrench.Â
âIf I tell him we had to use the shower, heâs definitely going to know what was up.â Jaehyun chuckled to himself.Â
âYouâre going to shower?â
âI thought you would go? I just came inside of you, you donât like the stickiness.â Jaehyun rubbed his palm against your arm and then wrapped it around his clothed chest.Â
âIâm going to take a piece of you back home.â You pecked his mouth and asked non-verbally to help you put your undies back on. Jaehyun obeyed, letting you drop back next to him on your knees.Â
You looked over at him once again, concerned all of a sudden with the shirtâs presence on his skin. Jaehyun never liked a shirt on, was first to pull it off his body. You patted his chest and leaned in for a kiss, taking his attention to your mouth. You took the hem of the shirt in your fist and lifted it up all the way to his peck in one swift motion and pulled back.Â
Jaehyun closed his eyes in defeat and before you saw what it was you imagined the worst.Â
But somehow what was before you looked even worse.Â
âWhat is that?â
âIâm okay, baby. Itâs nothing.â Heâd taken your hand in his and tried to cover up once more.Â
âWhy did you lie?â You pulled the material back up and ran the phantom of your fingers over his bruised skin. âDoes it hurt?âÂ
âNo, not anymore.â He took your hand in his and sat up. âIâm not lying, Iâm all good. If it hurt I wouldâve busted myself like an hour ago.â
âWhat happened?âÂ
âI donât want you to know. Youâll begin to imagine all sorts of things could happen to me here.â
âBecause they seemingly can. What happened?â You pressed and pulled the shirt even higher to see if there was anything else there.Â
âI was in a car that slid down a small hill, nothing serious. â He said slowly, watching your face for a reaction. âI was in the back next to a box of ammo and when we flipped down the hill the box hit me a few times.â
âWhat.â You looked him dead in the eye. Was that a made up story? A joke?
âThe road was a sheet of ice in the night and the driver lost control and got us in an accident.â Jaehyun said it differently.Â
âOh my god.â You hugged his shoulders, face tucked into his neck. âAll this time I fear youâre going to get shot or something worse, but youâre able to get on the verge of death by a car accident.â You blinked at him. âJaehyun.â
âThis is exactly why I didnât want to tell you. We canât see each other properly and barely talk right now, and now youâve seen the bruise and heard the story and will worry yourself more. I didnât want to tell you because I wanted to keep your head from that.â
âCanât you quit?â You felt the tears up in your eyes once more. âIâd be the happiest if you just quit.â
He caressed your back to calm you down, but it didnât help much. It just couldnât.Â
Itâs been a month since you last saw Yuno.Â
It was your decision not to see him. He had a couple of chances to see you spontaneously for an hour or two, but your answer was always I canât leave the city right now.Â
You managed to dodge him last weekend, when heâd messaged you Friday morning heâs free to come, you replied back with oh my god baby, thatâs amazing news, but Iâm out of town with lawyer Kim for our case.Â
You managed to dodge him just this past weekends too, when you promised to come see him, but your car broke down and there was no tickets for the bus, until it was too late for him to even consider going to you himself.Â
The worst part of it all was the fact he wasnât understanding what you were doing. He was so oblivious to your weak reasons to not see him, to not talk to him, to not call back. You cut by half all of your communication, and despite very gentle did I hurt you? did I do something wrong? are you mad at me? it seemed he didnât catch up on what was going on. Or maybe he did, given heâd not asked you about the upcoming weekend. Maybe he knew what was going on and agreed with you on that decision.Â
It probably was a good thing, he was giving you and himself time to get used to being apart. To get used to not be together, so once he comes back home and sees your message - he understands it all.Â
Jaehyun couldn't remember when was the last time he was this excited to leave his stupid job. Probably, not ever since that next weekend after youâd agreed to be his girlfriend.Â
He was seeping with excitement, happy to return to you the happy sentiment of a surprise visit. Lifeâs been even more though on you two lately, not letting you see each other for another month, but not anymore. He was successful with keeping it secret that he was finally given a proper vacation.Â
First thing back, heâd went to his apartment. Back in the sock drawer of his wardrobe he kept another one of his surprises hidden from you and itâs been months since he got it.
It felt like it was the right time to let you know how he felt about you. No more uncertainty, no more tears, no more pain in your eyes when he had to leave you.Â
Heâd planned in his head how heâd change to his civilian clothes, opting for a pair of black jeans and a classic shirt, how heâd leave all of his belongings there and run to you. To see the girl he love so much.Â
Jaehyun walked into his apartment with lifted spirits, that is until heâd reached his bedroom and saw a very bright pink post-it on his bed. First thought that ran through his mind was you. You spent at his place without him, left behind something from your lawyer papers probably and heâd picked it up to give it to you tonight, when his eyes focused on it to read.Â
A lot of scribbling but he still managed read the whole thing.Â
We have to brake up
I canât do this any longer
I canât be your weekend duty my whole life
I love youÂ
Iâm sorry, Yuno
Jaehyun let the piece of paper drop to his feet and ran through his apartment inspecting; your clothes were gone; your toothbrush - nowhere to be seen. All of you was gone, safe for that stupid pink devilish creation.Â
Heâd taken the box out of the socks drawer and left his apartment immediately. It was the weekend, morning; where else could you be if not home? Thatâs where he went to, fuming, burning. Angry, not understanding what was the reason. Why were you breaking up with him? Was he wrong about something? Did he hurt you? Yes, youâve been a little distant because of everything thatâs happened, but it all happened against his or yours will. It was not something Jaehyun imagined to be a reason for you to dump him. Youâve said yourself love can endure all. Because you loved him, you were ready to wait until it all became alright once more.Â
It canât be the change of your heart - heâd seen I love you crossed out by a million lines written on that piece of paper. You wrote it, you love him. Â
It was you who noticed Jaehyun first not far from your buildingâs entrance, and that sudden meeting made you freeze in place. You were leaving the cafe next door, and he was clearly heading to your apartment.Â
You thought you outplayed him and somehow he was outplaying you now, heading to you. Oblivious to what awaited him at his home? Or full aware? Given he was wearing civilian clothes heâs been home before, but it was hard to read his face expression from the distance and thus you had no clue what was the intention of that visit. You watched him approach the door fully convinced he wonât waver his gaze anywhere else and pass you unknowingly, but as he turned to the door his head turned in a different direction and youâd seen his face get as astonished at the sudden meeting as yours two minutes ago.Â
Youâd averted your gaze, but it was clearly too late and heâd changed the trajectory of his walk, coming to you.Â
âNo.â You shook your head before he could open his mouth.
âHi.â Jaehyun blinked at you. You were expecting a confrontation, but heâd greeted you and went quiet.Â
âHi.â You replied, looking at him confused.Â
âWe arenât doing this.â Jaehyun licked his lips and took a step closer to you. âYouâre not my weekend duty.â
âJae, please, this is not a convenient moment.â You gestured to the cafe behind you and werenât allowed to say anything else by the man in front of you.Â
âFuck convenience, our life is on the line. I know itâs been a whole fucking mess these past weeks, but here.â Jaehyun reached for his pocket and before he opened his mouth once more he showed a small jewellery box to you.Â
âNo.â You stepped back, panicking. He wasnât about to do something so stupid. âWhere did you even manage to get that?â If he was back for an hour or so, how was that possible?
âI had it for months. When you know, you just know. I donât need ten years to decide. I knew how I wanted this to go month in.â He reached his hand out to yours, but you pulled back. No. No. You were not gonna say yes to that, when it was not changing a single thing between you it was marrying to make things even worse.
âJaehyun, no.â you shook your hands in front of the box. âStop.â He ignored your protesting, trying to get on one knee, the levels of panic spiked in your system, you grabbed onto his arms, stopping him.
âJaehyun, no. I wonât marry you. Donât embarrass yourself.â You could only choke on your own words. It was so fucking heart wrenching to see hurt in his eyes grow by a minute.Â
âWhy?â He grumbled.Â
âI canât.â Itâs not going to change a thing, how canât he see that.Â
âWhy?â He pressed, more sternly this time.Â
âI broke up with you.âÂ
âThatâs stupid. You didnât, that piece of paper canât be a real brake up. We were fine. No; we were good. We were amazing.â Jaehyun stepped closer to you once more, fighting the wish to raise his voice by an octave.Â
âI canât marry a man thatâs eighty percent of the time absent from my life.âÂ
âThat is not for forever!â He blew up.Â
âNow it feels like it is!â It was only fair you did also.Â
âOkay, we can go, Iâm sorry-.â Your company finally made it out of the cafe and you looked at him, same for Jaehyun. âIs something wrong?â He looked at you and you blew air out of your noise.Â
âNo. I donât know this man. We can go.â You glanced at Jaehyun and with a little shake of your head in disapproval walked past him. Â
Youâd taken about two steps away from Jaehyun, trying to calm your heart down, when his fingers wrapped your upper arm, dragging you back, to look at him.Â
âHow long has this been going on for?â Your first intention was asking him what the hell was he even meaning, but youâd seen his eyes drag behind you and you fell lost for words.Â
He canât possibly be serious.Â
âWow, sir, back off. What the hell do you want from her?â The man beside you stepped in, but Jaehyun completely ignored his existence. What was he even looking at you like this for?Â
"How long have you been fucking this guy behind my back?â You wouldâve rather been pushed on the ground than hear him say these words out loud.Â
"Are you insane?" Â
"Look me in the eyes and say he's not the reason you stopped coming to see me." you stepped in closer, eyes wide open to look Jaehyun in the eyes.Â
"He's not. The only reason is your stupid job."
"You knew what my job was when you chose to be with me.â Jaehyun looked at you, boiling with rage, it seemed, but you were the only one allowed to be fuming. He threw a scene and accused you of something that never happened. He was⊠insane! Wanting you to marry him and accusing you of cheating all in a span of ten minutes is in a capability of a real mad man.Â
"Because you always lied how it was about to be over! It's been over a year, Jaehyun! You promised to be back in four months!" you screamed, but then realised who was watching you and put in all of your strength to calm yourself down. "I never signed up to be in a distance relationship. I canât do it like this. This is the end of the story.â
"I'm sorry, old sport." Your company pushed Jaehyunâs hand off your arm and tried to lead you away.Â
The very next moment poor man ended up bent in half, cries of pain leaving his mouth. You gasped, arms covering your mouth in shock. Â
"That is my girlfriend, you fucking dickhead and you better leave before I snap your fucking bones!"Â
"What is wrong with you?" you slapped Jaehyunâs chest. Heâs never been angry like that, never were violent, at all. Who was this? What the hell was going on?
"Talk to me.â Jaehyun demanded. âI know, it has not been perfect lately. But we canât be flawless, all the flaws are the parts of our love.â
âJaehyun, please. I have nothing to tell you, especially when you act like this! I already told you everything I had to say.â
âReally? So you have not an ounce of shame after all.â Jaehyun let go of the man and you let a sigh out, at least he was not going further with threatening a fucking lawyer.
âYou-.â You chocked, because you didnât want to answer to him any longer, what you were doing and who you were with is none of his business any longer. âThis is Lawyer Kim.â You hissed and found no satisfaction in the way his stare crumbled defeated. Heâd taken a step back from the man but found it unnecessary to apologise, it seemed. âHe helps me with my case and now for what youâve done Iâll completely understand if Lawyer Kim stops working with me! You-, I canât even tell you what I truly think of you right now. Get lost, I mean it.â
âOne minute, please. Donât you think I deserve a minute? After the time we spent together?â You contemplated, if a minute would make him leave, then okay. Let it me a minute.
You excused yourself to Lawyer Kim and took a step back. Jaehyun followed.
âDo I not get a say in this? Get a second chance? The love you bring into my life is everything to me. I know weâre physically apart, but we are close. We are close, I love you. Nothing has changed.â Jaehyun pleaded, clutching his hands before him. The desperation in his voice made it harder for you to be honest. You still had to.Â
âI realised that Iâll always be number two, okay? Always. There wonât be a matter in life where Iâll come first, because duty always comes first.â Your eyes fluttered and you managed to focus them on Jaehyun. âI couldnât say it to your face, now I did anyway, but it doesnât mean I donât love you. It doesnât mean I moved on!â You felt your voice raise and took a second to calm down. âYou are to be mad at me, I agree, this is some high-school girl way of breaking up by leaving a post-it on your bed. But I need more than everything youâre able to give.â Jaehyunâs mouth opened and you had to raise your palm up to stop him. âNot because youâre not enough, because your occupation doesnât allow you to.â
âCan we talk, please, somewhere without the stares of your colleague?â Jaehyun glanced behind himself. âIâm sorry for what I did just now, Iâm not like this. You know it-.â
âNo. His presence is the perfect opportunity for me to be collected. Iâm sorry, Yuno. I really am, I wasnât build to be the obedient wife waiting for her husband to return from war and it seems Iâll never be.â Itâs been too long since you figured it all out for yourself and was too scared to admit it to his face.Â
âIâm not-.â
âYou know what I meant.âÂ
âYou love me, but canât be with me. Thatâs⊠great. Definitely makes it easier for me to accept this.â Jaehyunâs gaze defocused and his face crumbled defeated; nothing but pain and realisation he canât do anything about this settling over his features. You knew this feeling all too well. This is how you felt this whole time, not having a say in anything. Not having an opportunity to influence what was happening.Â
âI have to interrupt, weâre fifteen minutes late already.â Lawyer Kim cleared his voice behind you and you nodded, looking back at the man.Â
âRight, right. Iâm so sorry, lawyer Kim. Thirty seconds.â
âGood luck, Yuno. Sincerely, I wish you well. The ring is beautiful and Iâm sure the woman that will be strong enough to endure all the nuances of your life will wear it proudly.â You pursed your lips and squeezed his fist that still held the box. âAnd thank you for serving our country, always.â You held on to his fist to lean in and kiss his cheek, sucking up all the heartbreak and leaving him to stand there. You smiled at lawyer Kim as heâd led you to his car.Â
You had to throw away all of the thoughts about Jaehyun and proceed with bidding your sincerest apologies to the man thatâs driving you to your client.Â
Epilogue Â
You were rushing through the street to mean your client. You hated to come right on time as much as being late, because it meant you could possibly coming later than your client and wonât have a few minutes to get your brains together. There was only one parking spot way too far down the street and you were running all the way back to the cafe you were supposed to meet him.Â
Thankfully, the man seemingly was also being late, because when you entered the cafe he was nowhere to be seen. You let the hostess know the name the table was booked under and made yourself comfortable on the chair.Â
You ordered yourself a cup of tea and spread your papers and a few questions you had prepared for the man in your notebook.Â
âIâm so sorry for being late.â The man rushed in, startling you from the papers. You raised your head to assure him it was nothing, but the smile died down as soon as you saw his attire. âI havenât mentioned my occupation, did I.â He chuckled, and you finally found your manners to stand up and shake his hand in greeting.Â
âIt doesnât make any difference for our case, itâs okay.â You shook your head, and gestured for him to take the seat in front of you.Â
âI hope it was okay for me to ask you come here. Could only make it out for lunch.â
âNo, no. Itâs all good, Mr. Lee. As long as we proceed with our case, Iâm good to come anywhere.â You smiled politely and let the man place his order as the waitress approached the table, before getting to your job.
âYou should order some food too.â Heâd suggested, but your head shook a no. You couldnât digest any food now. Not after youâd seen who he worked as and your brain went elsewhere.Â
âSpecial forces?â You managed to ask, gesturing to his chest.Â
âIt is.â He gave you a little pleased bow. âHowâd you know?âÂ
âThat patch,â you showed the one you meant with your fingers on the same area on your chest. âis engraved in my brain.â You let an awkward chuckle out. âMy close friend also served there.â
âReally?â He asked pleased. âThen I guess it was some sort of destiny for you to be my lawyer.â He smiled and you nodded, agreeing.Â
Right, it was time to get to business. You gathered your pen and notebook before you to start off.Â
âWhich way are you going?â Mr. Lee asked you politely.Â
âAh, there,â you gestured to the left. âThereâs a real problem with parking spots on this street. Had to park like ten minutes away from him.â
âYes, thatâs true, unfortunately. We donât have a parking lot, so everyone who works at the building parks here.â
âOh, this is the street?â You asked surprised. You didnât know. So this is where Jaehyun wouldâve worked, if he ever managed to keep his promise of returning to the cityâŠ?
âIt is, also to the left. If you donât mind, Iâll walk you to your car.â
âOf course.â You pursed your lips and youâd proceeding with your polite conversation all the way up to your car.Â
âI guess I depart here.â You looked at the man politely.Â
âMe too.â He gestured to the building and you focused your eyes right at the entrance of it. There wasnât any specific plate saying what the building was and it made sense, it was never disclosed to public for security reasons. âI didnât say a thing.â The man chuckled and you bid your farewell, unlocking your car and opening the door.Â
You heard a group of people leave the building the same time your client walked up the stair and you raised your head to see them all salute the man, referring to him as colonel Lee.Â
You smiled to yourself and went back to sitting down in your car, as your eyes fell on Jaehyun. His gaze like magnetised already was on you.Â
You first thought of immediately jumping in the car and running away, but you couldnât. He stared at you, then quickly ran down the stairs to you.Â
âAre my eyes deceiving me?âÂ
âTheyâre not.â You fumbled with your fingers, unable to look him in the eyes. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI was transferred back to the city, like I told you I would be.â you raised your eyes at him.Â
Why didnât you call me, then? You didnât want to see me after what Iâve done to us? You shouldâve told me you were here.Â
âReally?â Your pulse immediately quickened.Â
âMmh. When that extension ended, they finally let me return because I spent too much time on that special duty. Even got myself a major rank.â He patted his shoulder and youâve noticed the difference in number stripes only then. He was down to one.Â
âThatâs great. Congratulations.â
âThank you.â He blinked. âYouâre the lawyer colonel Lee talked about?â You nodded. âCanât imagine what sort of inquiry he must have.â Jaehyun chuckled, awkwardly and looked you in the eyes. You could tell Jaehyun spent much more time inside just by looking at his pale face. His hair looked much longer and you guessed now that he was working like a normal human there was no point in following certain rules he had to before. Â
âI canât disclose-.âÂ
âI know, I know. Iâm not asking.â Jaehyun trying to reassure you he didnât.Â
âWell, I guess it was good to see you, Yuno.â You smiled, sensing the awkwardness settling between you two.Â
âWas it?â He turned his head a little to the side like a puppy. He was still very cute, it seemed. Horrible observation.Â
âWhy would it not be?â You forced a smile onto your lips.Â
âDo you, maybe, want to see me sometime again?â He blinked, what felt like ready for any answer you could give him.Â
âWhat forâŠ?â You tried to not sound too harsh.Â
âFor a lunch? Or dinner, doesnât matter much.â He shrugged and looked you up, all the way down to your shoes and up to your eyes. You could tell he knew you saw that, but wasnât really bothered by the fact.Â
âWould that be a good idea?â You held in a smirk by a bite to your lower lip.Â
âOf course? I have so much free time nowadays. Much more than Iâve ever had.â He looked at you and ran his tongue over his over teeth.Â
âIâm happy for you.â You let out, swallowing whatever mightâve come out next.Â
âIt only matters if the feeling is sincere.â Jaehyun took a step closer.Â
âIt is, no doubt about it.âÂ
âGood, then Iâll text you and weâll see what we can do about it, deal?â He grabbed onto the open door of your car next your fingers and you nodded.Â
âDeal.â
i pushed those 25k words out of me like a baby for his bd lol
let me know your thoughts!!!
I couldn't let the ending be sad on Jaehyun's bd so I had to urgently add in an epilogue
I hope everyone caught on how he was Yuno in the narration until she guessed his nameđđđđđ
summary: you are the bane of lord jeongâs existence and the object of all his desires.
genre: fluff, angst, smut
warnings: enemies to lovers trope (kind of), fuckboy!jaehyun, arranged marriage trope, jaehyun is down bad, pussy eating, fingering, loss of virginity
As the new social season approaches, your rising anxiety increases tenfold.
It has been four years since you were introduced to society, which is deemed far too long to be unwed for a lady like yourself. Your mother is nearly chewing her own arm off in anticipation of you finding a husband. She definitely would have married you off to the first gentleman caller by now, but luckily for you, your father refuses to tie you to another man unless you provide your stamp of approval. He possesses a soft spot for his only child that your mother never understood.
Unfortunately, the pool of suitors is extremely lacking, forcing you to pass by season after season with no husband in sight.
âPerhaps this year will be different,â Yerim coos. âThey say Mrs. Kimâs son is particularly eye-catching.â
She struggles to conceal her laughter. âI would love to see that.â
The night carries on as expected, with you and Yerim spending your time near the wall while the other ladies dance around the floor. You deny multiple requests for your hand, conjuring up excuses of a strained ankle or an upset stomach.
It is not until the end of the night when you are confronted with your lie.
âA poor tummy, hm? Perhaps you should have stayed home in case you heave all over Mrs. Kimâs beautiful floor,â Jeong Jaehyun says as he approaches you.
You roll your eyes. âI imagine you find it quite hard to mind your own business, Lord Jeong. I would rather not be subject to hearing your grating voice if it is not deemed necessary.â
Out of all the gentlemen in the ton, Jeong Jaehyun is the one who has stooped low enough to classify himself as a proper rake. A man who preys on the hearts of women and lacks commitment â a rake is not a man that a lady would ever want to associate herself with. They do not take the concept of marriage seriously, and you shall likely find them in the bed of another woman before they grace your own.
Jaehyun smirks at you in the way he knows will dig underneath your skin. He has been out in society just as long as you have, and every year, he never fails to irritate you to no end.
âNo luck for you tonight? Tell me, what could possibly be wrong with the wonderful men gracing this room? How have they wronged you so that you have denied every single one of them?â
You try to look for an escape, but Yerim has already made an early departure and the rest of the ladies refuse to mingle with you in fear of also being dubbed as a lonely spinster.
âI did not know you were paying attention to me so ardently,â you bite back, and this has Jaehyunâs ears blooming bright red. You smile in satisfaction.
âI-I was not doing anything of t-the sort,â he stutters. âIt is simply hard not to notice when you are the only lady actively rejecting possible suitors. If you really want to drive them away, you should just open your mouth and talk to them. That shall have them running for the hills.â
You narrow your eyes and wonder how much of a scolding you shall receive from your mother if you threw your drink in his face. He guesses what you must be thinking, cupping his hand over your glass and handing it to a nearby staff member.
He continues, stepping closer into your personal space. âSoon enough, the only ones who will be left in this ballroom will be me and you.â
âI loathe the day,â you hiss. âIt would personally be my worst nightmare.â
He winks at you. âTrust me, you shall not find a gentleman better than me.â
You hear someone clearing their throat and you both glance over to see Kim Doyoung standing in front of you. You immediately drop to a curtsy at his presence, and you hear Jaehyun scoff at the fact that you did not grant him the same etiquette.
âI hope I am not interrupting, Miss,â Doyoung says.
âOf course not, Lord Kim,â you reply. âLord Jeong was just telling me how he plans to retire early for the night.â
Jaehyun raises an eyebrow at you and you return his bewildered expression with a heated glare. You would be very content if he made himself useful somewhere else, likely with his hands underneath another maidenâs dress.
âYes, it seems I have another obligation to head to for the night,â Jaehyun says through gritted teeth, displeased by your dismissal of him. âI shall thank your mother for being a spectacular host before my leave, Lord Kim.â
Doyoung nods once. âIt would be much appreciated. Thank you, Lord Jeong.â
Jaehyun departs with one more scathing look thrown your way. You grin to yourself, happy to be rid of his presence, until Doyoung starts speaking and ruins your night.
âI have heard from your mother that you are in search of a husband. I find myself in a similar boat, and I would much enjoy it if you were to accept my offer for tea tomorrow afternoon.â
You could say no. It would not be hard to make up another excuse, but your mother would be absolutely livid to discover you have turned down an offer from Doyoung, especially after she practically handed him to you on a silver platter.
One afternoon of tea shall not kill you.
âThat sounds lovely. I look forward to our discussion.â
When you turn to beeline for the exit, you catch a pair of eyes peering over at you, and you swear you see a flash of Jaehyunâs hair before he disappears into the crowd.
Hm. You must be seeing things.
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Your mother acts as if afternoon tea with Doyoung equates to an audience with the king.
She dresses you in a gown she brings out for special occasions and has your handmaidens spray perfume on you until you are drowning in the floral scent. When she accompanies you to the tea parlor, she lists out your annoying habits that you should try to avoid.
You were not made aware that you possessed so many.
âAnd the way you look at him, darling, it is extremely unflattering. He can tell you hate him by the way you desire to burn him alive with your gaze. Stare at him with conviction. Make his loins stir from one simple glance at you.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose. âMother, I shall say that I find this advice to be highly unhelpful.â
She growls at you. âYou are nearly four and twenty without a single acceptance for a suitorâs hand in marriage. You shall adhere to any advice I am willing to offer you.â
Doyoung helps take out your chair like a gentleman, and you thank him while your mother sits one table behind you, eavesdropping on your conversation.
He cuts straight to the chase. âWhat traits do you envision for your future husband to possess?â
Your grip tightens around your teacup. You wonder what to say to ward him off, to get him to move onto the next lady.
âA man who will let me maintain my own hobbies and interests. I want to have children on my own time, not on the timeline my husband sets for me,â you answer, knowing that it is not the typical response a lady of your breeding is supposed to say. You are supposed to submit to your husbandâs preferences instead of prioritizing your own. âI ask that he respects my wishes and swears his loyalty to me. I will not, in any circumstances, marry a rake.â
âThis one is all bark and no bite, Doyoung. I would not take her threats to heart.â
You clench your jaw when Jaehyun approaches your table with a wide smirk on his face. He appears to be dressed for tea as well, but you see no partner by his side to accompany him. He must be here simply to intervene in your meeting with Doyoung.
âLord Jeong,â you greet in clear distaste. âI was not aware you had been frequenting tea parlors as of late.â
âAh, you must not be enlightened of my many passions then,â he replies with a cheeky smile. You resist the urge to slap it off of his face. âThe madam who runs this shop has a fond affection for me. I always like to drop by and grab a free pastry.â
âHow kind of you to take from the hard work of the common people at no charge,â you challenge with the tilt of your head.
Doyoung clears his throat when he senses the tension between you and Jaehyun rising with every scathing remark. You glance back to see your mother staring at you in abhorrence, and you quickly straighten your posture and adjust your tone.
âI apologize, Lord Jeong. I have been enjoying my time with Lord Kim. I am certain you have somewhere else you need to be.â
Jaehyun, to your chagrin, pulls up a chair. âActually, my schedule is wide open for the day. I would love to join you.â
Doyoung stares at you, wordlessly asking if this is normal behavior, but you are too pissed off to respond. If Jaehyun wanted to cause a scene, he could have done so when you are not trying to prove to your mother that you still care about searching for a husband.
Your fingernails dig into the corner of the table and you lean forward to hiss at Jaehyun.
âAre you positive you have nowhere else to be?â
He smiles. âAbsolutely. Now, catch me up on what you two were discussing. I would love to throw my hat into the conversation.â
Evidently, you and Doyoung have yet to be on the same wavelength for what you should and should not bring up in front of Jaehyun.
âI was asking her what she looks for in her future spouse.â
Jaehyun turns to you with a smirk. âOh, is that so? Well, please, do not silence yourself on my behalf. I would love to hear the answer.â
âI already gave it to him,â you say in exasperation. âMaybe we should turn the tables on you. What does a rake like Jeong Jaehyun look for in a wife? Likely one that easily spreads her legs?â
You hear a gasp from behind you, and you know it is your motherâs shock at your candor. But you shall not allow Jaehyun to get the better of you and humiliate you in front of Doyoung. You hardly care if this statement will earn you a reputation for your crass nature.
The corner of Jaehyunâs lips twitches in amusement, only fueling fire to your flame.
âI would like for my wife to challenge me. It is not as fun when they comply with my every demand,â he says, and you fail to realize how the distance between you has closed in your heated spat. âI like a lady who knows how to speak up for herself, to voice her thoughts without concern for anyone elseâs feelings.â
You scoff. Where in the world is Jaehyun going to find a lady like that?
âGood luck with your search, Lord Jeong. I have conviction that there is at least one lady out there who is meant to be with you.â
âI really should be going,â Doyoung says, standing and nearly toppling over the table.
You glance up at him in alarm. âOh, I am sorry, Lord Kim. Let me just gather my things and-â
âNo need, Miss. It must have slipped my mind that my mother asked for my presence back at home. I hope you enjoy the rest of your afternoon.â
He scurries out of the tea parlor as if the place had been set to flames. You stare after him with your jaw dropped, offended by his poor excuse to leave you behind.
You growl at Jaehyun. âOh, you have seriously done it now, Jeong.â
âCome on. Do not tell me you were actually considering that man to be your husband.â
Your motherâs figure looms over you and you shyly look up to meet her judgmental gaze head on.
âI believe it is time for us to return home. We hope you have a wonderful evening, Lord Jeong.â
Youâre dragged away by the crook of your arm, glaring at Jaehyun while your mother dishes out the biggest scolding you have ever received in your life.
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âYour mother has brought me a proposal that I think may be in your favor.â
Your father is hesitant when he enters your study, catching you reading books by the fire. It is often the pastime you favor when your mother is upset with you, which has become more frequent in the past year. Your father is the one who searches out for you to try and talk you down, amending your qualms with your mother for a harmonious household.
âI shall not marry Kim Doyoung, father,â you say with the shake of your head. âHe embarrassed me in front of the entire ton today! I will not be able to stave away the mortification for days.â
He sits next to you on the chaise lounge and looks at you solemnly.
âI have not come to converse about Kim Doyoung. I am speaking about Jeong Jaehyun.â
You furrow your eyebrows. âWhat does Lord Jeong have to do with this? He is the reason why Lord Kim fled from me in the first place.â
Your father wrings his hands around nervously, and you speculate on what has him so antsy. He is usually very candid with you about your behavior, which means you must have crossed a hard line if heâs withholding information from you.
âLord Jeongâs mother came around this afternoon after your incident at the tea parlor. She thinks her son is acting far too reckless and wants him to settle down. She is considering sending him to his uncleâs house in the country if he does not start listening to her wishes.â
âThat does not sound like a bad idea,â you reply with a giggle.
He offers you a strained smile. âYes, your mother was thinking the same thing. Except she was imagining it for you.â
You leap out of your seat. He must be lying. Your mother cannot possibly be entertaining the idea of shipping you off to her brotherâs house. He lives on acres and acres of land without a soul in sight except for the farm animals he cares for.
It would be your absolute nightmare.
âFather, please tell me you objected to this,â you plead, your heart sinking to the bottom of your stomach.
âOf course I did, darling,â he sighs, assuring you. âBut then your mother and Lord Jeongâs came to an agreement that I could not oppose. I saved you from being shipped off, but in a few monthsâ time, you shall find yourself married to Jeong Jaehyun.â
You gasp. âF-Father, you cannot! You promised that I would get the final approval!â
He takes your hands in his and pulls you back towards his side. You are trembling at the picture of you and Jaehyun living as husband and wife. You would fight everyday and drive yourselves into a haze of madness.
âDarling, there shall never ever be a man good enough for you. I knew it from the day you were born, but your motherâs insistence on this matter has forced my hand. I think Jaehyun is a fine young man. You may not grow to love him, but he shall never put you in harmâs way. It is the most important quality a father can ask of his son-in-law.â
You start to tear up. âPlease, father. Do not do this. Do not make me marry him.â
He pities you. âWe shall start slow, darling. He shall be your escort to Mrs. Parkâs upcoming ball and we shall ease into announcing your engagement. If he does anything untoward or compromises your virtue, I swear to you I shall back out of this deal.â
âBut why can you not back out now?â You whine, wiping away the tears streaming down your face. âWhy can you not save me now?â
He winces as if your pain physically brings him harm. You understand your father has bailed you out of your motherâs many propositions before, but you honestly cannot let this one slip through. Jaehyun is the exact opposite of who you envision yourself marrying.
He has to be just as horrified by this proposal as you are. You have no doubt heâs sitting in a similar situation to you, arguing with his mother over her ultimate decision to alter the course of his life. This must be the first agreement you have landed on in history.
âYou shall not realize it now, but I am saving you from a lifetime of heartache, trust me.â
You spend the rest of the night weeping in your bedchamber, burdened by Jaehyunâs constant overbearing presence in your life. You think back on all of the memories you have of him, and if this changes the way you feel about your inevitable coupling.
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When you first met Jaehyun, it had been your first season out in society. You were optimistic back then, drinking in the fairytales of finding your one true love at your first ball.
You were not the only one jaded by love as many of the other ladies your age had fantasized about their first ball as an eligible lady for years. You would gossip to each other while promenading around the veranda, dreaming of the young bachelor who would swoop you up in his arms and make all your dreams come true.
You had known a few of the men from growing up with them as noble families. They were usually brothers of your closest friends, and your nose would twist in disgust at the thought of being courted by them. You were stubborn about your choice in a husband even back then.
Jaehyun had been the talk of the town that year. He already made an impression on the older ladies, winning them to his side with his dimples and classic charm. You heard of him through Yerim and how many of the other ladies were vying after the massive amount of wealth in his estate. He was one of the richest bachelors of the season, and any lady who was wed to him would automatically be elevated to a higher social status.
You assumed that because of his upbringing, he would act in a more gentleman-like fashion than the rest of his peers. You were proved wrong by his display of behavior at your first ball.
âIs he planning to dance with every lady in this room?â You asked Yerim, watching as Jaehyun once again swept through the floor with a different lady latched onto his arm. âI mean, every dance card in this place has his name written on it.â
She laughed at you. âCan you blame him? He has a lot of prospects. Everyone knows heâs the first pick of the season.â
âIt is disrespectful. He is toying with their feelings for his own amusement. I do not like it.â
She poked you with a twinkle of mischief sparkling in her eyes. âNo, you do not like that he has not asked you. You want a chance with him, do you not?â
You scoffed at the assumption. âAbsolutely not. I have my sights set on a much higher man than Lord Jeong.â
You were so adamant on your superiority over him that when he approached you later that night for a dance, you swiftly rejected him.
âI think you have had enough dances for the night. Would you not agree, Lord Jeong?â
He narrowed his eyes at you, likely wondering what he had done to already get on your bad side.
âOne more shall not bring me harm. Unless your dancing skills are not up to par, Miss?â
You grinned at him. âMy dancing skills are meant for a man who shall actually appreciate my talents instead of using me to cross another name off his list.â
That was the first time you had drawn Jaehyunâs interest.
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Your mother had not been so gracious with you by your second year.
You had fumbled through a shoddy proposal from Kim Jungwoo, who was far too nervous to actually place a ring on your finger. You unfortunately injured his ego way too far for him to recover, and he quickly withdrew his proposal with his tail tucked between his legs.
Your mother blamed you for the ordeal and ordered at least five new dresses for you to present yourself in your second season. Luckily, Yerim had not caught any gentleman callers either, and you two began flocking together at every event.
By then, Jaehyunâs infamous status as a rake had spread across the ton.
He had been spotted slipping out of brothels late at night, flirting with married women when their husbands were away, and escorting random ladies to balls just for the fun of it. You never possessed a single ounce of respect for him.
Despite this, Jaehyun would not seem to leave you alone.
Every time you turned a corner, he would be there, waiting to surprise you with an insult or tease you about your almost-marriage with Jungwoo.
âMust we keep meeting like this?â He said after the season was nearly halfway over and you had just turned down another suggestion to dance. He stalked you all the way to the bowl of lemonade while you tried to ignore his grating voice. âNo one here is up to your caliber?â
âWhat do you want, Jeong?â You spat out, tired of his nonsense. âI thought you would be halfway down the street by now, searching for an open brothel.â
He chuckled at your jest. âThey have put up warning signs about me to all the women. Apparently I caused a few too many internal fights over my rugged good looks.â
You rolled your eyes. âI find it more likely that they figured out you are sexually impotent.â
âThere is only one way to find out for yourself, hm?â
âI would rather gauge my own eyes out.â
âWhatâs the matter? Am I not as pretty as Jungwoo?â
Johnny Suh had been the one to rescue you, asking you for a dance, which was the first offer you accepted that night. You would glance to the side from time to time to catch Jaehyunâs gaze following you around the floor, but you preoccupied yourself by staying near Johnny, preventing the loathsome creature from approaching you again.
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Johnny had gotten married to Lady Joohyun by the next year, leaving you without a regular dance partner in your third season. Many believed he would propose to you, but you knew that he had only wanted to make Joohyun jealous after his confession to you one night.
Jaehyun, surprisingly, did not bother you whenever you were with Johnny. He had been noticeably absent from any ball where Johnny was your escort.
You believed your luck had taken a turn until your first appearance after Johnnyâs marriage.
âWell well well,â you heard his drawl from a mile away. Yerim looked at you hesitantly after you tensed by her side. âLook who has decided to make an appearance on her own.â
At the time, you were giddy about your chances of a husband that season. Many noblemen had returned from vacation with friends and distant relatives accompanying them, nearly doubling the pool of gentlemen at your disposal.
You were absolutely not going to allow Jaehyun to ruin the year for you. You decided to play civil, to hopefully make amends and let bygones be bygones.
âLord Jeong,â you greeted with a curtsy, which had Jaehyun stifling a chuckle. âHow lovely to see you here.â
âIs it?â He replied with a raise of his eyebrow. âIf I recall, you compared me to a horrid bug staining the bottom of your shoe just a few months ago.â
Yerim pursed her lips to prevent a cacophony of laughter from slipping out. You squeezed her arm with a scolding glance.
âThat was the old me, Lord Jeong. I am a new woman, so you see. I am about to become a bride after all.â
âA bride? To whom have you been betrothed to? I have heard no news of your engagement,â he said in a flurry, his eyes flashing with a panic for reasons unbeknownst to you.
âYou have not heard news of my engagement yet,â you emphasized. âThe night is young and I am a very willing maiden. Therefore, if youâll excuse us-â
âIf you are so willing, then shall you entertain me with a dance?â He questioned as he held out one hand, challenging you.
You clenched your jaw in frustration. You were all in favor of extending an olive branch, but dancing with him at the first ball of the season was a tad too far. You did not want to be making a statement for yourself by befriending Jaehyunâs company.
The ladies would assume you held no dignity for yourself and the gentlemen would be appalled by your association with him.
âI have already promised my first dance with Lord Lee,â you lied through your teeth. You knew Donghyuck would not mind dancing with you just to save you from Jaehyun. âI shall see you around, Lord Jeong.â
If you had known better, you would have caught the dejected expression on Jaehyunâs face after you refused him. But all you could remember from that night was his teasing smirk and the playful lilt in his voice as he mocked you.
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Your memories of Jaehyun do not assure you in the slightest that your parents have made the right decision.
Yerim comes over the next morning after the news of your forced marriage, soothing your cries with warm pastries and fresh tea. She rubs your back while you lay in bed, moaning for your misfortune.
âIt is not that horrible,â she says in an attempt to pacify you. âAt least he is good looking.â
You blink up at her. âAre you serious? I hardly care about his looks, Yerim! He is deplorable! He does not have a single redeeming quality. My mother wants to ruin my life, I am positive about that fact. How could any other suitor ever want me again once I have been tainted by Jeong Jaehyun?â
She chews on her lower lip. âI know you are not fond of him, but he may not say the same for you.â
Her statement has you peeking over your pillow, curious to hear more. She catches your gaze and exhales sharply.
âHave you ever noticed that he attends events when he knows you plan to be there? Or how he talks about you to everyone who will listen? He may have a reputation for being a rake, but you are the only lady he has asked to dance with since our first season.â
The information slowly dawns on you, but Yerim must be imagining things. Jaehyun has never felt any real romantic feelings towards you. You remain faithful that you share this conviction with him.
You shake your head. âHe is deluding you as well. Trust me, Yerim, I know where Jaehyunâs true feelings lie.â
She eventually helps you get out of bed and you fail to exchange a single word with your mother while you break your fast. Yerim nudges for you to say the first word but you refuse.
Your mother only acknowledges your presence later in the night when you are due to be escorted to your first public appearance with Jaehyun.
âYou are not dressed.â
You brush your hair in front of the mirror, humming softly to yourself. Yerim left to prepare herself in her own home, but you wish she had stayed to help you fight this battle with your mother.
âThat is because I am not going.â
âWhatever game this is that you are playing, I do not find it amusing in the slightest. Lord Jeong will be here within the next hour and I expect you to welcome him downstairs with a proper gown and your best smile.â
As your handmaidens help you into your dress, they exchange knowing glances with each other until you grow tired of their mind games.
âMay I inquire what has piqued your interest?â You ask in a bored tone.
Seulgi, your handmaiden of over five years, smiles gently at you. She has been dressing you since your first season, and is very aware how irritated you can get during times like these.
âThe staff have just been discussing, Miss, since your mother announced your plans for engagement. We have been in communication with the staff employed at Lord Jeongâs household.â
You perk up slightly. âIs that so? And what have you discovered?â
Seulgi beams at you. âLord Jeong is positively delighted by your coupling. The staff has never seen him more alert. He has been placing orders for brand new decor for your wing of the house and has requested for his staff to research your favorite delicacies to stock the cupboards. It is quite endearing.â
You frown. Jaehyun has wormed his way into the minds of your handmaidens too. His ability to manipulate others should honestly be lauded.
âHow sweet of him,â you say through gritted teeth, holding back your true feelings. Although they spend more time with you, your handmaidens are employed by your mother, which means anything you say in front of them could be parroted back to her.
You devise a plan while they continue to adorn you in jewelry and work at pinning up your hair. If you could get Jaehyun to call off this marriage, you are certain his mother would relent. Your cries may go unanswered because you are simply a woman who was born into the right family, but Jaehyun will run his own household after he is married, which means he has superiority over his motherâs decisions.
You hear his voice filter from up the stairs when you walk out of your room.
âIt is honestly my pleasure, madam. Your daughter is a gift that I promise to treasure.â
You huff. Where does he keep pulling these lines from?
As you walk down the steps, you take in the scene unfolding in your foyer. Your parents are speaking to Jaehyun with radiating smiles, laughing at every little thing he says. His mother stands closely behind him, joining in on the laughter with a chuckle here and there.
When your heel hits the last step, they turn to you. For the first time, you identify the twinkle in Jaehyunâs eye that tells you heâs excited to see you.
Could Yerim be right? Does Jeong Jaehyun like you?
âThere she is,â your mother says, tugging you over and pretending she wasnât upset with you an hour ago. âShe is beautiful, is she not, Lord Jeong?â
âStunning,â he whispers, and you desperately want to punch him in the face.
âLet us head out, shall we? We do not want to run late,â you say, itching to remove yourself from the spotlight. Jaehyun nods in agreement, outstretching his arm for you to take it, and you reluctantly wrap your fingers around his bicep. You lead the way to the carriage waiting outside, murmuring loudly under your breath so Jaehyun can hear you. âYou are so dead to me, Jeong.â
He helps you into your carriage, and you donât miss the pained look in his eyes as he forces a smile onto his face.
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Jaehyun never wanted to fall in love.
He has witnessed enough of his friends losing their sanity over the matter, finding themselves on the receiving end of their motherâs meddling into their lives. Some of them have found happiness while the others have settled for what they were given.
Although Jaehyun is the only child and he knows he must marry to continue his lineage, he never imagined he would marry for love. He would likely find a well-bred lady, one who would simply finish her duty in childbearing and leave him alone otherwise.
Before tying himself to her, he desired a little recklessness in his life. He tugged on the heartstrings of the ladies in the ton and stopped by brothels when he was searching for something quick and fast. It earned him a reputation but he hardly cared about what other noble families thought of him. He knew at the end of the day, they prioritized the wealth of his estate far more than his outside trysts, which means he would have no issue in securing a wife when he wanted to.
He really was not intending on taking an interest in you.
His mother had educated him on the ladies of his season, so he knew a little of your background. You are also the only child in your family, but being born a daughter means you must get married to receive an ounce of your fatherâs wealth. Still, this fact never seems to spur you on in your quest for a husband. He has noticed other ladies approach him quite confidently yet you stay sidelined at every ball, waiting for the gentlemen to come to you, even though you refuse most of their offers to dance.
And he shall admit that your adamant refusal to dance with him has him intrigued.
Although the other ladies are appalled by his reputation, they remain courteous enough to accept a dance or two, mingling with him when they see fit. Since his first season, Jaehyun has made it his own personal mission to get you to join him on the floor, come hell or high water.
He just never expected forcing you to marry him as being the catalyst for you to adhere to his wishes.
âYou shall tell your mother that you want to call this marriage off,â you say as soon as the swell of the music starts and you take to the floor.
He takes a step towards you with a raised eyebrow. âAnd why would I do that?â
âBecause I am positively certain I will make your life a living hell if I become your wife. You may not favor me now, but you shall surely detest me once I am finished with you.â
But as you twirl around the floor, he fails to find his voice to tell you that he does not harbor any hatred for you at all. You may play those parts in public and it may be true for you, but Jaehyun has never thought of you as the chip on his shoulder.
The rest of the ton stares at you with wide eyes, whispering to one another about the sudden closeness between you.
âIs marrying me such a stain on your character? What, am I not on par with the likes of Kim Jungwoo and Johnny Suh?â
It infuriated him to no end when Jungwoo was courting you. The man did not even know a single thing about you! He was lured in by your pretty face, and Jaehyun snickered to himself when Jungwoo soon discovered that you have an independent mind, judging the man whenever he uttered the wrong thing. Jaehyun was over the moon when Jungwoo ended your courtship.
Johnny, however, was a player that Jaehyun was not expecting. The man was tall, handsome, and could definitely handle your sharp edges better than Jungwoo. Jaehyun worried that you two would actually marry so he shipped himself off for a vacation to avoid seeing you walk down the aisle. He was content when he returned home and learned you were still single.
âMarrying you would tarnish my reputation. I cannot imagine the other ladies respecting the woman who ties herself to the worldâs most infamous rake.â
He falters at the insult from you. When his mother had approached him with the idea to marry you, she expected him to swiftly turn it down, so it came as a surprise that he accepted the deal fairly quickly. He honestly could not stand the thought of you marrying the boring Kim Doyoung. The man would not understand how to entertain you, how to keep you on your toes and humor you.
He would never say it out loud, but the prospect of you becoming his wife satisfied him. He could already picture you running his estate with an iron fist, organizing the awful ledgers he has to sort through and checking if each member of the staff is well taken care of.
He wants it. He wants to wake up next to you. He wants to dance with you when there is no one else around. He wants to bury himself into you, listen to your sweet little moans as he tangles a hand through your hair-
He shakes his head to ward away the lewd thoughts threatening to crawl forward. The music slowly comes to a lull, and before he can stop you, you are darting out of his grasp and heading towards the balcony.
He sees your mother attempt to follow you but he stops her with the raise of his hand. He shadows you, keeping his eyes trained on the floral pattern of your gown.
He stops when you saunter out, slamming the doors shut behind you as you lean over the railing to catch your breath. He observes you silently, watching as you sigh and run your fingers through your hair, taking it out of its neat updo.
He waits a little before joining you in the open space.
âI did not realize I would become such a burden for you,â he whispers as you stand side by side.
You scowl at him. âHow did you think I would react? Did you think I would jump into your arms and you would carry me off into the sunset?â
âYou hate all of the gentlemen in the ton. You have to concede to this fact. And I understand I am not better than the rest of them, but you know me. I would never bend your will or coerce you into submission. You will be free to do as you please, I will not prevent you from your happiness.â
âBut you are preventing me! Does this not register with you? I do not want to marry you. You must feel the same way, do you not?â
He hesitates, and the brief second seems to confirm your answer. You exhale and your hands tighten their grip on the railing.
âHow long?â You ask in a small voice.
He swallows. âI do not know.â
âI cannot marry you, Jaehyun.â
âI shall inform my mother of your decision tonight. I apologize for causing you grief.â
You spin and saunter back into the ballroom, leaving Jaehyunâs heart crumpled into a mess on the floor.
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Jaehyun plans to escape his troubles by embarking on a year-long vacation.
Perhaps it is enough time to move on from you, to stop worrying about you all the time and wondering who you might be with. His announcement to the staff about ending your engagement before it has even come to life has his mother in tears. They were instructed to halt all preparations for your wing of the estate and to eat whatever stock of food they had purchased for you.
Heâs barely holding himself together as he packs up his things, intent on leaving and not coming back until he is ready to face high society again.
âLord Jeong, you have a visitor at the door.â
âI am fairly occupied,â he says without missing a beat, grabbing any article of clothing he can find and throwing it into his suitcase.
But then they tell him that you are the one waiting by the door, and that has his feet moving swiftly.
You are fidgeting in the foyer, squirming as members of his household staff walk around you, carrying pieces of the decor that was meant for your bedroom.
âLord Jeong,â you say with a curtsy, and his eyebrows furrow from the contrast of your behavior last night to today.
âHow may I help you?â He asks coldly, desperately wanting to distance himself from you. You never make any task easy for him.
âI wanted to continue our conversation.â
âI did not think there was much more to say. You made your feelings very clear.â
âMay we speak in private?â
He guides you into his office, leaving the door open an inch in an effort not to compromise you. You clear your throat once you are alone.
âI have thought it over and have decided to accept your proposal.â
He narrows his eyes. âYou have decided to accept? Forgive me, but the last time we spoke, you distinctly voiced your opposition to marrying me. What has changed?â
You look away, your mouth twisting in the way it does when you are particularly peeved by him.
âYou are right,â you admit begrudgingly. âI do not like any of the gentlemen in the ton, and I fear I never will. At least with you, I shall still have my freedom and get my mother off my back. I cannot stand another season of this â the balls, the dresses, the constant dancing. I am tired and I just want to live.â
The tension in his shoulders starts to fade. It is not exactly what he wants to hear, but he will take your acceptance if it means he does not have to leave for a year just to forget you.
âSo we are carrying through with this?â
You purse your lips. âI cannot fall in love with you. Not in the way you want me to.â
He nods. âT-That is perfectly fine. I was not expecting you to.â
âAnd we will forgo childbearing until it is absolutely necessary.â
âThat sounds plausible.â
âAnd Yerim is allowed to come over whenever it suits her.â
âOf course.â
You chew on your bottom lip and he resists the urge to take it in between his teeth.
âWhere is my ring?â
He blinks twice. âForgive me?â
âMy ring. You must have one picked out.â
He pats his pockets but blanches when he realizes heâs not carrying his motherâs ring with him.
âCan you wait here for a second?â
He sprints upstairs to his motherâs room, startling her handmaidens when he pounds on her door. She opens it with wide eyes.
âJaehyun, what-â
âWhere is your ring?â He asks breathlessly. âThe one that father gave you?â
âIn my jewelry box. Why?â
âMay I have it? Now? Please?â
She fumbles around to look for it, and Jaehyun bounces on the balls of his feet while he waits, fearful that if he does not get that ring on your finger, you shall disappear through the front door and he will never see you again. As soon as his mother hands him the band, he runs back down to his office, relieved when he sees you still standing by the window.
He drops to one knee in front of you and you stare back at him, unamused. He decides to skip the speech in case you change your mind, slipping the ring on your finger as you admire the diamond sparkling in the light.
âIt is beautiful,â you murmur, and he thanks the heavens for your approval. You lower your hand as you state, âI shall not attend another lousy ball just for show. We shall wed as soon as we can and negotiate the details after.â
Like a puppy chasing after its tail, he submits to your every request, dreaming of you and him under one roof.
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The next week is chaos in the Jeong household.
Members of the staff rush left and right, preparing themselves for a wedding they thought had been called off. The favorite gossip of the ton have been surrounding your wedding, pertaining to why you were getting married this quickly, how you went from despising one another to falling in love, and if tying the knot would finally promote Jaehyun from being a rake to a proper lord.
Jaehyun is keen to sit back and watch it all unfold. He has barely seen you as you have been wrapped up in dress fittings and moving your belongings into his home.
It is only the night before your wedding that you rush to his office in a panicked state.
He is startled when the door swings open and you stand there in nothing but your nightgown. You hold a candle in your hand as you scurry to his side.
âWhat-â he starts, wondering what could be troubling you.
âMy mother has divulged to me what a husband is meant to do to his wife on the night of their wedding. I shall inform you that I do not approve of such indiscretions, if that was not made clear before.â
His cheeks flush red when it dawns on him what you must be referring to. Yes, he has conjured up many fantasies late at night, but he never assumed you would willingly lie with him on your first night together as husband and wife.
âY-Yes, that is understood.â
âFurthermore, I shall not become the wife who sits idly by while you run to a brothel to satisfy your needs. You shall only lie with me, when I feel I am prepared and ready to accept you.â
He leans back in his seat, one eyebrow raised. âDo you think so low of me that I would disrespect you in such a public fashion?â
You huff. âJaehyun, I am astonished that you have not done so already.â
He narrows his eyes. Before he can retort, the door bursts wide open again and your handmaiden comes rushing in.
âI apologize profusely, Lord Jeong!â She cries. âWe were not made aware of her destination. You are not meant to see her like this-â
âYou do not need to apologize to him, Seulgi,â you interject with a sigh. âAnd he shall learn to see all sides of me soon enough.â
Your handmaiden stutters for a response but you poke your finger at Jaehyun with a stern gaze.
âDo not dare forget what I said.â
âHow can I when you come traipsing through here in the middle of the night, disturbing me before the biggest day of our lives?â
You exit with a dramatic flair, slamming the doors behind you as your handmaiden follows after. He slumps in his chair, exhausted and wondering how far he has to go to earn your trust.
His mother wakes him the next morning bright and early, chirping happily for the marriage she has waited years for. He readies himself on his own, pulling on his stuffy suit and tie. He thinks about how you must be faring with the glitz and glamour.
His mother and yours had invited almost the entire population of the city to the wedding. People that Jaehyun has never met in his life greet him at the chapel, congratulating him for the momentous occasion. He thanks them with a nervous smile, worried if you will actually show up at the end of the aisle.
Thankfully, when the music plays and the doors open, you step out, dressed in a long, satin white gown. He loses his breath when he looks at you, the picture perfect beauty of a bride. You hesitate under the scrutiny of the tonâs gazes, tightening your grip around your fatherâs arm.
Jaehyun inhales and exhales slowly. His heart is beating so hard that he can hear the thumping echo in his ears. He can hardly believe this day has come, and even more so that you agreed to marry him.
You must be running through the same thought process, for when your father hands you over to Jaehyun, you stare at him wide eyed. He takes your hand in his, soothing you by running his thumb over the back of your wrist. It unwinds you a little when you stand in front of the priest.
The priest drones on and on about eternal love and the sacred vow between husband and wife. Jaehyun keeps his eyes trained on you, watching you from the corner of his eye to ensure you are faring well.
When you turn to him to seal your lips in a kiss, his heart stops beating.
âBreathe,â he whispers just before his mouth touches yours. He can feel you trembling in his hold.
âWhy do they have to keep looking at us?â You murmur.
âBecause you are too pretty for them to look away.â
âYou are full of it, Lord Jeong.â
His tongue traces over your bottom lip before he can stop himself. A coupleâs first kiss at their wedding should be a light peck, something God would approve of.
Jaehyun does not give a damn what God thinks.
There is a small gasp in the audience when his tongue slips into your mouth. You arch into him, calm for the first time in hours.
When you break away, you blink up at him, and his curiosity flares up. Did it feel good for you too?
The crowd erupts in applause and you step away from him, smiling shyly at them. Jaehyun kicks into autopilot, walking you back down the aisle as you laugh with the people surrounding you.
When you are escorted into the gardens for your reception, he swallows.
âWell, it is over.â
You purse your lips. âY-Yes. That kiss was-â
Your mother comes around the corner, crying as she envelops you in a hug. You pat her back awkwardly as she sobs.
âOh, darling, I am so happy for you! So, so happy!â
Then Jaehyunâs mother mobs him, cooing about how handsome he looks. You find yourselves on opposite ends of the large space, controlling the flock of people who demand to know the next steps of your marriage.
Jaehyun fields questions left and right that are clearly an invasion of his privacy.
âHow many children do you two want to have?â
âI think the best time to start making babies is right after the wedding. Itâs when your hormones are at their peak. Do you not agree, Lord Jeong?â
âMy theory is that you should lock yourselves away for at least two months so the seed will sprout and grow. Does that not sound wonderful?â
By the time he finds his way back to you, you both are worse for wear.
âLord Jeong, Lady Jeong!â
You grab Jaehyunâs hand and sprint into the hedge maze. He tries not to trip over your skirt as you weave through the walls of the garden, catching your breath once you find yourselves trapped in the middle.
âThey are incessant vultures!â You hiss, ripping the veil from your hair and tossing it to the side. âI mean, honestly. Who granted them the authority to decide when and how I should have a child?â
âLady Baek almost gave me advice on how her husband gets it up! As if I need to hear such disturbing counsel regarding a man about to turn seventy!â He grunts.
You shudder. âWe shall camp out here until they have all grown too tired to stick around. What was my mother thinking when she invited that many people?â
You collapse on the ground together, paying no mind to the grass stains covering your dress or the dirt coating the bottom of his pants. You listen to the steady sound of each otherâs breathing, grateful to be away from the incessant noise.
He clears his throat. âWhat were you saying earlier? About the kiss?â
You cough. âOh, um, nothing. It was merely surprising, that is all.â
âSorry if I did not live up to your expectations.â
âThat was not what I meant,â you mumble, fiddling with the fabric of your dress. âI hardly expected you to kiss me so⊠passionately. In all of the weddings I have attended, the groom never devours his bride like that.â
âI did not devour you,â he corrects, flustered by your accusation.
A moment passes before you burst into a fit of laughter. He should be mad with you, but when he glances over to see you giggling into your palm, he finds the corners of his lips lifting upwards.
You settle into your harmonious laughter for a few minutes, riding on the blissful cloud of your new marriage. He did not think it had become such a huge burden on his shoulders, but he is relieved he no longer has to deal with mingling in crowded ballrooms, debating on whether he should ask you to dance or leave entirely.
The recollection has him springing to his feet. You stare up at him in confusion when he holds out his hand.
âJoin me.â
âYou cannot be serious, Jaehyun.â
He clicks his tongue. âI obliged to all of your rules. Come here and dance with me.â
You grumble as he helps pull you up. Once you are in his arms, he wraps a hand around your waist, holding you steady as you rest your hand on his shoulder.
The moonlight dances over your features and he swears he has never seen a sight more beautiful.
âYerim was telling me something the other day that I found interesting,â you say.
He quirks up an eyebrow. âWhat did she say?â
âThat you only attend balls when I am present. And that you will speak about me to anyone who will listen.â
âDo not let it go to your head,â he teases weakly.
You do not allow him to escape that easily because evidently, you love to embarrass him at any given chance.
âHow long, Jaehyun?â
He thinks about the night out on the balcony when you were asking him this question with the intention to break his heart and never return.
âA long time,â he confesses. âLikely when we first met.â
You shake your head. âWhy? Why me? Out of all the women in the ton-â
âThe rest of the women in the ton could never hold a candle to you,â he swears, looking deep into your eyes, hoping you memorize every word. âI know you think of me as a reckless rake who will insert myself into any womanâs bed, but you must know how devoted I am to you. You are the only person I find myself laughing with, the only person who can keep up with me and drive me insane all at once. I dream of you. I understand this marriage is all a means to an end to you, but you are the only lady I have ever wanted.â
He nearly chokes when you pounce on him, smashing your lips together until heâs stumbling back into the hedges. His hands rest on your hips as you chase after him.
Your tongues fight for dominance and he realizes just how hungry he is. He has been holding himself back to preserve your dignity, but with God as his witness, you are now his wife and he gets to make you writhe in pleasure if it is his sole desire.
He bunches up your skirt, slipping his hand underneath the mountains of fabric. He growls when your corset gets in the way of the prize he really wants.
âGet this off,â he hisses, tugging at the tight strands that hug your bodice.
âOur mothers will come looking for us,â is all you can reply with.
âI do not care,â he says. âI need you.â
But a gasp interrupts your fervent entanglement. You jump apart to see his mother standing in front of you, appalled by the sight of you two.
âJeong Jaehyun, I raised you to be a gentleman!â She scolds, approaching you and helping you look presentable again. You avoid her glare. âYou both need a lesson in understanding what is acceptable for you to do in public. Just because you are married does not give you the right to behave like animals!â
She tugs you away with a huff, and Jaehyunâs head crashes against the hedge, his cock aching to be stuffed inside you.
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You are avoiding your husband.
You do not know what has gotten into you. At first, you were loathing the creature you were forced to marry, hoping one day he would magically incinerate and you could avoid having to call him your husband. But then he was confessing to you, telling you everything a lady has always wanted to hear.
It is the first time you have ever experienced the spark of attraction to a gentleman. It is the first time you became content in getting married. It is the first time you felt⊠desire.
But you are not supposed to let Jeong Jaehyun get the best of you. You hide away in the daytime at Yerimâs home, brushing off her probing questions.
âItâs your honeymoon. Should you not be at home?â
You smile tightly at her. âAnd miss spending time with you? Of course not. Now, tell me all about Na Jaemin.â
You do not return back to the Jeong estate until supper, where you have a tense gathering with your husband across the dining table. True to his word, Jaehyun refuses to touch you until you initiate it first, which is driving you both mad with insatiable lust.
âHow was your day with Yerim?â He asks stiffly, spooning soup into his mouth.
âG-Good. Sir Na has taken a liking to her. He lives in the countryside, however, and I selfishly do not want her to move away if they are to be betrothed.â
âYes, it might be quite terrible if you were left alone in the presence of your husband with nowhere to flee.â
You narrow your eyes. âIf you are insinuating something, Jaehyun, then please do not subject me to your mind games. I would rather you speak the truth.â
He smiles devilishly. âYou first.â
You keep your mouth sealed shut for the rest of the meal. Even when you prepare yourselves to climb into bed together, your bedroom is filled with such unspeakable tension that you could cut with a knife.
You occupy yourself by opening a book, observing from the corner of your eye as Jaehyun turns on his side and blows his candle out. You tap your nails against the hardcover, blurting out your next statement before you can stop yourself.
âYou never told me about your day.â
He muses over how to reply before he states, âI was lonely, craving a wife who wants nothing to do with me.â
You pout like a child. âI told you I am not going to fall in love with you.â
âI remember.â
Itâs summer when Yerim and Jaemin get engaged. Yerimâs mother is so thrilled that she hosts a celebration party, where you and Jaehyun attend arm-in-arm, pretending to be civil with one another. You are bombarded with an onslaught of questions pertaining to how your marriage is faring, and if the ton can expect a new baby boy or girl to arrive any day now.
You stick with the excuse of, âWe are trying,â to get them to go away.
Yerim pulls you aside to her bedchamber later that night, smiling widely. The joy in her expression has not left her face all night, and it comforts you to know she will be taken care of in the countryside, despite being so far from you.
âWhat a night!â She exclaims, falling on her mattress in glee. âI have never been this happy before, I swear it to you.â
âI can tell,â you laugh, patting her knee. âIt satisfies me to know Jaemin has you this giddy.â
She chews her lip when she sits up, and she has the expression on her face that screams she has a secret.
âCan I tell you something? In the confidence of our friendship?â
âOf course,â you say, sitting next to her on the bed.
She twiddles her thumbs, clearly thrumming with nervousness. âThe other day, Jaemin and I were alone.â
You gasp. âYerim! You are not supposed to be with him unchaperoned until after you are wed!â
Her cheeks bloom a bright shade of red. âWe did a lot of things we are supposed to do after we are wed.â
Your curiosity gets the better of you, and the prompt scolding you are about to give her dies down in your throat.
âW-What did he do?â
âAmazing things,â she exhales dreamily. âDo you know how good it feels when they put their mouth⊠down there?â
âYerim!â You say, scandalized.
She giggles. âSo you and Jaehyun still have not-â
âNo,â you confirm with the shake of your head. âNo, we have not. And we will not until we absolutely need to.â
She nudges your shoulder. âHe is your husband now, you know. Not a rake who is looking to bed you just because he can.â
You clear your throat and rise from your spot on the bed. âWe should head back downstairs. People might be searching for you.â
Sheâs slightly downcast by your quick dismissal but follows you without protest. You are warm from the brief discussion, imagining what Jaehyun would look like nestled in between your thighs, staring up at you with unadulterated hunger.
The vision abruptly leaves your mind once you land on the last step, spotting your husband being flanked by Sooyoung, a girl he used to be very friendly with. She is giggling at him, her hand caressing his bicep as she hangs off his every word.
You freeze, your throat growing dry at your husband openly flirting with another lady in front of you. In Jaehyunâs defense, he does not seem to be paying any attention to her, his eyes fluttering around the room.
When he finds you, you dart towards the exit, ignoring both Yerim and Jaehyunâs cries of your name. As you request for your carriage to be brought forward, a hand wraps around your wrist.
âYou have made assumptions.â
You tear your hand away from Jaehyun with a glare. âI hardly care who you speak to. I am going home, the partyâs over.â
He growls your name and the staff lingering nearby pretend to look disinterested.
âDo not behave like this.â
Once your carriage rolls up, you climb in, refusing Jaehyunâs help. You try to close the door behind you but your husband pushes his way inside, preventing you from making your dramatic escape.
âI do not possess any feelings for Sooyoung,â he sighs. âI never have.â
âI do not care! I am merely humiliated by the fact that you would display your affection for her in front of everyone! I know those people, Jaehyun, and I strictly told you before we were married that I would not become the wife who would stand idly by while her husband is wrapped up in an affair!â
âI am not in an affair!â You are both screaming too loud to hide your troubles from the outside. âI have never had an affair. I am devoted to you! I dream of you! How many times must I say this to you? Sooyoung approached me, asking me how I have been. I told her I was not interested in her folly and I was waiting for your return. What took you so long with Yerim anyways?â
You are riled up with anger and frustration. âShe was educating me about how a proper husband takes care of his wife. Tell me, did you ever get on your knees for Sooyoung? Did you press your mouth in between her thighs?â
His eyebrows raise to his hairline, clearly not expecting you to quip back with that. You fold your arms across your chest, pouting and refusing to look at him.
You gasp when his hands suddenly pull up your dress and he sinks to his knees. You back yourself up against the wall of the carriage.
âJaehyun, what are you doing?â You hiss.
âIf you wanted to know what it feels like, you could have just asked.â
You glance around worriedly but the carriage still moves on, and the drapery covering the windows protects anyone from the outside to witness your husband wiggling his way underneath your dress.
You do not stop him, interested in how determined he is to prove himself to you. Your fingertips dart out to hold the sides of the carriage when his lips graze over your core.
You cup a hand over your mouth to keep your moans at bay. You have never dared to touch yourself in your most sensitive area. Itâs unseemly for a lady of your status, and you feel as if you shall be damned to hell if you ever crossed that line.
But Jaehyun is your husband, so this must be allowed in heaven, right?
You lurch forward when his tongue runs over your folds. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as he starts to lick at your dripping cunt. He laps at you as if you are his next meal and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You are entirely too sensitive that you could cry, your body shuddering as Jaehyun buries himself deeper into your pussy.
The carriage comes to a halt as you sob, your hands tangling into his hair as your peak washes over you. When he pops his head back up, heâs grinning with your slick covering his chin.
âHow was it, my dear wife?â
âGet inside the house.â
The staff are flustered when you scramble past them. Jaehyunâs hands dig into the flesh of your waist as he leads you inside, dismissing the staff by hoisting you up on the singular table in the foyer, knocking down his motherâs favorite vase.
You bring his mouth to yours as the spark inside you bursts into flames. Months of tension finally unravel as he pushes your thighs apart, slotting himself in until heâs rolling down into your core.
âJaehyun,â you whine. âPlease.â
âDid Yerim tell you what men can do with their fingers?â He asks, his bottom lip dragging over your jawline.
âN-No.â
You squeak when he unlaces your corset, practically ripping it in half in his efforts to peel it off of you. His mouth is drawn to the swell of your breasts, taking your exposed nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the bud.
A maid comes from around the corner at the sound of the broken glass from the vase, but she chokes when she sees her employers dangling off a tiny table, enraptured in one another.
When he slips a finger inside you, youâre driven wild with lust. None of the noble lords and ladies would recognize you if they saw you now, encouraging your husband to use his teeth while sucking at your breasts and begging him to stuff more fingers inside your cunt.
âDear God,â you sob when his thumb circles at your clit.
You have never felt pleasure like this in your entire life. Is this why women get married? Is this why they subject themselves to uncomfortable corsets and boring dances?
âYou like it, do you not?â He questions in a mocking tone, hovering over you with a darkened gaze. âImagine how we could have had this months ago if you had only swallowed your pride. Falling in love with me does not sound so horrifying anymore, does it?â
His teeth sink into the juncture of your neck as you chant his name. You cum when he inserts another digit inside your wet hole, curling his fingers forward, causing you to feel boneless in his grasp.
âI will not have our first time be like this,â he says, licking his fingers clean and carrying you in his arms.
âThe bedroom is too far,â you reply, wanting to jump his bones immediately.
He chuckles. âYou made me wait months. I think you can handle a few minutes.â
The room is spotless when you walk in, making you feel slightly guilty for ruining the staffâs hard work. But then Jaehyun drops you on the mattress and unlaces his breeches, and your focus hones in on his lower half. Your vision grows heavy when he reveals himself.
You never quite understood what gentlemen were packing down there, but you surely never would have guessed this. His member is long, thick, and veiny, startling you when he wraps a hand around his base.
âW-What are you planning to do with that?â
He laughs. âMy wife, this is meant to go inside you.â
Your brain stops working for a second. He senses your hesitance, smiling playfully as he leans over you, kissing you gently.
âI shall take it slow. It shall feel good once you get used to the stretch.â
âDo you promise?â You say timidly.
He nods. âIt helps that you are already so wet.â You scoff when he swipes his fingers over the wetness coating your thighs. He kisses every inch of exposed skin he can find, helping you loosen up to take his massive cock. âIt is going to hurt the first time, but I swear it will get easier.â
âWho said we would be doing this again?â You inquire.
His chuckle vibrates against the shell of your ear. âTrust me. We shall definitely do this again.â
He lines himself up to your entrance, distracting you with a kiss. You never believed kissing could be worthwhile, but you find that you do not mind the act at all when it comes to your husband.
But Christ, is he trying to split you in half?
âHurts,â you whimper as he gradually pushes in.
He stops immediately. âDo you want me to pull out?â
You shake your head. âNo, no. Just⊠make it feel better.â
âYou like it when I touch you here,â he says, returning his thumb to your clit, rubbing the nub in slow circles.
You close your eyes, powering through the overwhelming pain with the small windows of pleasure. Jaehyun does not appear to be experiencing the same issues, gritting his teeth when he bottoms out.
âYou are squeezing me too tightly,â he groans. âEase up a little, wife. I am going to finish before we have truly started.â
âI cannot! You are intent in destroying me!â You retort.
âFuck,â he curses, dropping his head to rest between your neck and shoulder. âTell me when I should start moving.â
âMoving?â You pale. âIs this not the entire thing?â
âI thought your mother explained this to you the night before our wedding?â
âShe never discussed the specifics!â
His hands cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. You blink back the tears threatening to spill and he smiles at you, assuring you that everything is going to be okay.
âDo you trust me? You must trust me a little at this point.â
âA little,â you grumble. âDonât push your luck.â
He moves to sit on his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding them in place while he thrusts into you. Initially, heâs apologizing for the pain, but you slowly adjust to his size and your wetness begins to emit a thwacking sound against the flesh of his thighs.
Moans spill out of your mouth before you can stop them.
âThat is it,â he murmurs. âGood girl.â
You would not think that Jaehyunâs praise would have such an effect upon you. You are whining for him as his cock batters into your pussy, staining the sheets with the mix of your wetness.
âI shall not last,â he says through bated breaths. âYou are squeezing me too tightly.â
Moments later, he spills into you, filling you with the warmth of his cum. He withdraws himself to replace his length with his fingers, swirling them inside your cunt until you are falling over the edge of your third climax.
He collapses next to you, his chest rising up and down. You gaze at him shyly.
âSo when shall the baby come?â
He smiles at you. âIt normally does not take the first time. We have to keep trying until you feel the babe start to grow.â
You narrow your eyes. âYou are surely making that up.â
He winks. âTrust me. We shall practice until you acquire a taste for it.â
â
You and Jaehyun apologize profusely to the staff the next day for your behavior, but they simply smile and tell you to work hard in your baby making efforts.
You are both startled when you approach the breakfast table to see his mother sitting there, sipping on her morning cup of tea.
âM-Mother?â Jaehyun stutters. âWhat are you doing here? I thought you were away handling matters of the estate.â
She smiles knowingly at you, and you slink behind your husbandâs back, feeling like a child who has been scolded for eating too many treats.
âI wanted to check in on you. I arrived last night.â
âLast night?â You and Jaehyun both question in shock.
You recall his messy display of fingering you in the foyer for everyone to witness. Did his mother see her son ravaging you? Did she watch you fall apart under his touch?
Her grin seems to convey your answer. She gestures to the chairs beside her.
âCome and sit. I want to hear all about my future grandchild.â
You return to your bedchamber after breakfast feeling mortified. Jaehyun tries to soothe your worries with a gentle hand at your back.
âIt is very normal for a husband and wife to be intimate.â
âNot for a lady to expose herself in front of her mother-in-law and the staff!â
He winces. âI am certain that they found the scene to be arousing, if anything.â
You dig your head into the pillows, pouting. âYou fail at lifting up my spirits.â
You feel him peppering kisses over your shoulder, his hands wandering where they should not be. You try to swat them away but he whines in your ear.
âShe already knows about us anyway. Let me have a little fun.â
You turn on your side to face him, grazing your fingers over his cheek. You hate that Yerim was right â your husband is very handsome.
âWhen I said I would never fall in love-â
âIt is fine. I understand.â
âNo, no,â you correct, tracing his jawline. âI was going to say that I think I could. If you give me enough time and if you do not act like an insufferable rake, I could see myself loving you.â
He smirks. âI am quite flattered.â
You roll your eyes. âCan you do that thing with your mouth again?â
âHappy to oblige, wife.â
this fic was posted for early access to the $5 tier on my patreon, which you can access here!
You hated when Yoongi got like this. How were you supposed to help him if he didnât tell you what he needed?
Relationship:Â Yoongi x Reader
Rating:Â Mature
Tags:Â Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Comfort, Alcohol, Idol AU
Word Count:Â 1,027
A/N:Â Throwback to when I wrote this Spotify drabble and predicted Yoongi's album/tour.
Soundtrack:Â BTS - Filter
âFUCK!âÂ
You were ripped from sleep (abruptly ending your dream about becoming the president and legalizing weed) by the sound of glass breaking. Your phone told you it was nearly 3 AM and the cold sheets on the side of the bed where your boyfriend was supposed to be told you the crashing and cursing were coming from him.Â
There probably should have been a stronger sense of urgency in the way you climbed out of bed and tiptoed down the hall to the kitchen, but you were so fucking tired it was hard to think straight. The medication you took to help with your insomnia made waking up particularly difficult, especially in the middle of the night.Â
Yoongi stood in the middle of the kitchen. His cheeks were bright pink, and half of his dark hair was pulled into a small ponytail, the rest of the strands falling against the tops of his shoulders. Small shards of glass were scattered around him on the floor. A bottle of Hennessy sat on the kitchen table, but you chose not to linger on that.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing, babe?â You rubbed your eyes with your fists and blinked hard in the artificial light assaulting your vision.Â
Yoongi only scowled.Â
You hated when he got like this. How were you supposed to help him if he didnât tell you what he needed?Â
With a sigh, you retreated to the hallway to get a broom and dustpan from the closet. It was difficult to sweep up the shards with Yoongi still standing in the same spot, but you did your best to get the larger pieces.Â
Once the large shards were disposed of in the trashcan, you turned to the kitchen sink to grab a paper towel. Just a bit of water was needed to make the paper towel damp enough for your liking. Yoongi continued to stand, eyes trained on the wall, while you crouched at his feet. Slowly sweeping the damp paper towel across the floor collected the rest of the glass shards that were difficult for you to see, the tiny ones that were likely to cut into his feet. Yoongi always walked around barefoot, another thing you hated. Menâs feet were weird-looking. That was just a fact.Â
Satisfied with your work, you threw away the paper towel and resumed your stance in front of your boyfriend with your arms crossed against your chest and your eyelids heavy.Â
âGonna tell me whatâs wrong now?âÂ
It seemed the time it took for you to finish cleaning gave Yoongi the time he needed to calm down. His was was no longer twisted with frustration, though his new expression was just as sad. He was exhausted, but you already knew that. How could he not be? A decade of being run into the ground for the sake of his art and his fans and making the company filthy rich would exhaust even the strongest people.Â
You definitely knew you wouldnât be able to hang. Capitalism was a scam.Â
âI donât know what the fuck they want from me,â he said with gritted teeth. You thought he was going to explain himself further, but after a few moments of silence he held out his hand.Â
With a sleepy smile, you pulled Yoongi against your chest and ignored the smell of alcohol that clouded your senses when he exhaled against your hair. He curled his arm around your waist and held the back of your head with his other hand. Everyone joked about Yoongi being small, but one hug from him was enough to prove that he was solid and sturdy and safe.Â
âWho, baby?âÂ
âEveryone.â The softness of his whisper made your soul ache. âWe go over the songs, they said it sounds too Agust D. I rewrite, rerecord, go over the songs so many fucking times. Suddenly itâs too SUGA, too BTS. They want something different than âD-2â, different than âThat Thatâ and âGirl Of My Dreamsâ, but then they say Iâm straying too far from what fans are used to. What is the fucking album supposed to be, Y/N?âÂ
You nuzzled your face against his collarbone and waited, knowing he didnât expect an answer. After half a heartbeat, he was continuing.Â
âIs this an Agust D album or a SUGA album?â He squeezed you even tighter.Â
âWhat kind of album do you want it to be?âÂ
It seemed like an obvious question, but Yoongi tilted his head down to look at you with wide eyes.Â
Fuck, he was so cute. Was it wrong of you to think he was cute while he was trembling with anger and exhaustion? Eh, it was probably fine. Youâd gotten super fucked up at the âJack in the Boxâ party and Yoongi had to take care of you while you puked in the bathroom. Heâd said you looked cute then. You threatened to throw up on him.Â
âI want it to be a Yoongi album,â he said softly.Â
âThen make a Yoongi album. Fuck everyone else!â You pressed a quick kiss against his neck and then hopped away from him before he could swat at you for purposefully trying to tickle him with your kisses. âWell, donât fuck everyone else. Just fuck me.âÂ
Yoongi rolled his eyes, but his hands searched for you again. Grabbing your wrists, he pulled you back against his chest, crushing you so hard you could barely breathe. It was fine, though. He needed touches, skin-on-skin contact, a reminder that he wasnât alone in all of this.Â
âA Yoongi albumâŠâ he murmured, more to himself than to you. âIâve spent too much time creating for other people.âÂ
You hummed in agreement, snaking your hands beneath his t-shirt to hold his lower back.Â
âItâll fucking kick ass, Yoong. Everything you produce kicks ass. Youâre a genius.âÂ
Yoongi huffed at that, but the gummy grin gives him away. âI said that one time.âÂ
âOne time was enough. Itâs out in the universe now. Plus, Genius Lab?? Excuse me, itâs right there.âÂ
âLeave me alone,â he whined, pulling you even closer. He couldnât let you go even if he tried.Â
Props to you , I feel like every iteration of Yoongi you present in ur writings seems so authentic , showing the person behind the idol image . Highlighting both the internal and external struggle our Yoongles suffers as he has to present himself in these various identities . Also based on what we are allowed to perceived , I think Yoongi has a complex relationship with alcohol . I wonder based on these latest lives ,if he has cut alcohol out of his diet for weight management purposes or for sobriety purposes .Regardless he has s serving major clean boyfriends vibes , which i love just as much as his (imo) ruggard fuck the world aura . No i dont think he is a drunk by any means , but I know a lot of creatives who heavily indulge in their substance of choice .
This is scary please be nice âŠâŠ here are some hubby Jin head cannons , and why not release them today of all days . Introductions WWH as told by DJ
Most people know Jin as World Wide Handsome , however as his wife and one true love I know Seokjin Kim as Would Wannabe Home instead
-Jin has made it no secret he enjoys being home . I am too a very social homebody who loves to enjoy all the amenities of our shared space but it gets to a point
- Jin bless his heart , is also Mr. Make it happen . Wifey wants margaritas , he buys you the top of the line frozen drink maker for you to enjoy at all your residences
- WWH who has perfected all of your familyâs traditional soul food dishes for you to enjoy , and created you an easy to follow recipe guide on how to use the toaster oven in place of the traditional oven you grew up using
- Jin is a master of DIY, as a proud YouTube University student its nothing he cant do that he truly sets his mind too , why visit a salon when Jin has perfected doing your gel x sets , the only complaint you have about his pedicure service is the only payment he takes is sexual favors , something about rubbing you up and down gets him going
- The only two services Jin is absolutely forbidden from are touching your brows or braids , after on tragic knotless braid takedown , where he accidentally cut two inches of your hair , forcing you to embrace curtain bangs
- Needless to say Jin is off hair duties , at best he is allowed to make your sugaring mix , or provide a wash service , but his idea of blow drying your natural type four hair is waving his Dyson around like a madman , leading to a massive de tangle session
- Mr. WWH has been trained on what products are required to maintain your beauty and hair routine and in the event he is outside of your Korean residence on a schedule he will have your favorite products delivered to him so he can bring the back .
- As social as the missus is you donât enjoy too many people in your private residence, so one anniversary Jin surprises you with a chic apartment to house a lot of your fun in home activities and host your more casual acquaintances
- The younger members are mistakenly given access and it also serves as a their frat boy playhouse as well , leading to a digital lock being placed on your master bedroom in said residence
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