for fucking real, i will forever regret not going to the smkm tour and blame c9 for not TRYING to hold the last tour in some EU cities so that we could AT LEAST see them as 5 one last time. ffs i hope that building burns down
pairing: bestfriend!byounggon x bestfriend!fem!reader
genre: non-idol!au, smut (minors dni!), some fluff
warnings: grinding, teasing, edging, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, âbabyâ, "love", choking, unprotected sex, begging, use of "fuck", marking (hickeys)
word count: 3.2k
As the evening sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Byounggon's cozy flat, you slumped onto his couch, clutching a tub of ice cream like it was your lifeline.
Byounggon, your ever-reliable best friend, observed your disheveled appearance with a mixture of sympathy and exasperation.
"Again?" he murmured, shaking his head as he handed you a tissue to wipe away your tears.
You chuckled humorlessly, your voice muffled by the ice cream. "Yeah, again. I swear I have the worst taste in men."
Byounggon's eyes softened as he watched you devour the ice cream, a pang of protectiveness swelling in his chest. He had seen you go through countless heartbreaks, each time picking up the pieces of your shattered heart with unwavering resilience. And each time, he wished he could shield you from the pain.
"Maybe it's time for a change of scenery," he suggested, a spark of spontaneity igniting in his eyes. "How about we escape for a while? Just you and me, away from all this mess."
You raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. "Are you suggesting a getaway or a pity party?"
Byounggon grinned, his dimples deepening. "A little bit of both, maybe. But mostly a chance for you to recharge and have some fun."
You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the thought of spending time with Byounggon.
"Alright, you're on," you agreed, a small smile playing on your lips. "But you're paying for everything, got it?"
Byounggon rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course. Consider this my treat for having to put up with your ugly crying face all these years."
You swatted his arm playfully, unable to suppress your laughter at his teasing. "Come here," you ordered, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.
âCome where?â
You savored the last spoonful of ice cream, letting out a contented sigh as you set the empty tub aside. You patted the empty space next to you on the couch. âHere. Cuddles. Now.â
A faint blush crept onto Byounggon's cheeks, his heart fluttering nervously at your request. Lately, he couldn't deny the growing⌠warmth he felt whenever he was close to you, the way his heart seemed to skip a beat whenever your laughter filled the room.
"So clingy," he retorted, trying to mask the sudden rush of emotions swirling within him as he settled onto the couch beside you.
You snuggled up against him, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you tentatively, the scent of your hair filling his senses. His heart hammered in his chest as he resisted the urge to bury his face in the crook of your neck, to hold you close and never let go.
As you drifted off to sleep in his comforting embrace, Byounggon watched over you with an unusual tenderness. He couldn't tear his gaze away from your peaceful face, illuminated by the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the window.
But as time passed, he began to feel the uncomfortable numbness creeping into his arm. Despite his reluctance to disturb your rest, he knew he couldn't bear it much longer.
He eased himself out from beneath you and gently scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he made his way to his bedroom.
Laying you down on the bed with the utmost care, he tucked the blankets around you snugly, ensuring you were comfortable before tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face.
As you stepped into the luxurious lobby of the hotel, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of its opulent beauty. âYou canât possibly afford this,â you breathed, turning to Byounggon with wide eyes.Â
âAlready did,â he bit back.
As you approached the reception desk to check in, the hotel staff greeted you warmly⌠and then apologized profusely.Â
Shit.
They explained that there had been a mix-up with the reservations. The last double bed room had been already booked, and they were left with only one room available, with a shared bed.Â
A surprise for no one.
You exchanged a hesitant glance with Byounggon, unsure of how to proceed. âI told you to book beforehand.âÂ
Sharing a bed with your best friend shouldn't be a big deal, right?
Byounggon, ever the picture of composure, simply shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Looks like we're bunking together, partner. Hope you don't snore."
As the first light of dawn filtered through the hotel roomâs curtains, you found yourself stirring from a fitful sleep.Â
Your limbs were tangled in the blankets.
A distinct lack of warmth enveloping you.
With a groan, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and turned to Byounggon, who was blissfully unaware of your growing irritation as he slept soundly beside you.
"Seriously, Gon?" you grumbled, poking him gently in the side. "You moved so much last night, I swear, I felt like I was in the middle of a wrestling match."
Byounggon let out a soft snore in response, his arm flopping lazily onto your side of the bed, effectively stealing even more of the blankets in the process. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, tugging futilely at the fabric in an attempt to reclaim your share.
"And don't even get me started on the snoring," you continued, "I could've just rented you out as a white noise machine."
Byounggon let out a snort in his sleep, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he shifted slightly, sending a sharp jab of pain shooting through your side where he had inadvertently elbowed you.
"Ow!" you exclaimed, shooting him a mock accusatory glare. "Are you doing this on purpose now?"
He was completely unfazed by your complaints.
With a huff of frustration, you grabbed your pillow and began to mercilessly pummel him with it, determined to rouse him from his deep sleep.
"Lee Byounggon! Wake! The fuck! Up!" you exclaimed, landing a harder blow with the pillow. "I can't take it anymore! You're snoring like a chainsaw, stole all the blankets, and now I'm starving!"
Byounggon stirred groggily, blinking owlishly, "Huh? What's going on?" he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm hungry!" you whined, launching another assault with the pillow for good measure. "And I can't sleep with all your tossing and turning. It's like trying to sleep on a roller coaster!"
Byounggon let out a sheepish chuckle, finally fully awake as he sat up in bed, the blankets pooling around his waist. "Sorry about that."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
His hair tousled from sleep and eyes still heavy with drowsiness, he looked effortlessly adorable and undeniably attractive at the same time. The sight caused a flutter in your chest, and you couldn't help but feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.
Snorting softly, you quickly tried to compose yourself, mentally chiding your traitorous heart for its sudden fluttering. You busied yourself with the excuse of fixing his hair, reaching out to gently run your fingers through the unruly locks, attempting to smooth them down.
"Uh, your hair's a bit of a mess," you mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant despite the warmth spreading across your cheeks. "Let me fix it for you."
âYou're one to talk. You look like you just rolled out of bed yourself."
You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, though the teasing glint in his eyes only served to deepen your blush. "At least I'm not the one who snores like a bear."
Byounggon chuckled, leaning into your touch as you continued to smooth down his hair. "Fair."
As you sat at the edge of the hotelâs pool, dipping your toes into the cool water, a sense of tranquility washed over you.Â
Beside you, Byounggon crouched down, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in close. "Hey, I've been meaning to tell you something," he teased.
You raised an eyebrow, curious as to what he had up his sleeve. But before you could respond, he pushed you into the water with a playful shove, sending you splashing into the pool with a yelp of surprise.
Determined to get back at him, you didn't immediately swim to the surface but watched as Byounggon treaded water, clearly worried that he had gone too far.Â
After a few seconds, he dove into the water, swimming towards you with a serious expression.
He grabbed you from underwater, pulling you into a tight embrace and wrapping your legs around his waist. "For fuckâs sake, don't scare me like that, you idiot," he scolded gently, his voice soft with concern. "I thought I hurt you.âÂ
You felt his heart racing against your chest as he scolded you.
The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin as you pressed closer to him. And as you found yourself between him and the poolâs walls, his body pressed close against yours, you couldn't ignore the sudden awareness of the closeness between you.
The way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the feel of his wet skin against yours, the way his arms held you securely - it all sent a shiver down your spine.Â
As you returned to the hotel room, the exhaustion of all the swimming settled in, and you couldn't help but feel the overwhelming urge to just collapse onto the bed and succumb to the pull of sleep.Â
"Hell, no. Be for real now," Byounggon was towel-drying his hair as he paced back and forth in the room before plopping on the bed. "We can't just waste the day sleeping! There's so much to see and do - waterfalls, hiking trails, beautiful beaches. We can't miss out on all of that!"
You let out an exasperated sigh, flopping onto the bed with a tired groan. "But I'm exhausted. I feel like I could sleep for a week. And besides, isn't the whole point of a vacation to relax and recharge?"
You continued to bicker back and forth, each stubbornly clinging to your own viewpoint, until you couldn't take it anymore.Â
Straddling Byounggon, you leaned in close, trying to persuade him with your most convincing arguments.
"Come on, Goni," you pleaded, your hands resting on his shoulders as you looked into his eyes with determination. "Let's just stay in for now, order some room service, and go for dinner later. We can explore tomorrow when we're feeling more refreshed."
But as you spoke, you failed to notice the shift in his demeanor - the way his breath hitched slightly, the way his eyes darkened with lust. And as you leaned in closer, trying to sway him with the warmth of your proximity, Byounggon's hands found their way to your hips, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.Â
Byounggon couldn't help but stare at you. He had always found you beautiful, but he had never told you that. He didn't want to risk ruining the friendship. But seeing you on top of him like this, talking about your vacation plans and whatnot - it was too much for him to handle.
He tried to focus on whatever you were saying, but his mind was elsewhere. Down in his pants, to be exact, where he was getting extremely turned on by the feeling of your body pressed against his.
As you continued to ramble on, Byounggon's thoughts were consumed with images of the things he wished heâd do to you.Â
Running his hands through your hair.Â
Kissing your lips.
Holding you close.Â
Fucking you silly.
âHey! Are you even listening to me?â You snapped your fingers in front of his face.
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. âNo, not really, no. Iâve told you not to do thisâ, he replied, his voice slightly strained.
You raised an eyebrow, confused âDo what? What's wrong? Youâre being weird,â you asked, concern evident in your voice.
Byounggon took a deep breath and decided to take a chance.
He gently grabbed your hips,
âThisâŚâ,
then pressed you hard against his growing erection,
âis what's wrong." his voice was lower than what you were used to.
"You've been sitting on top of me for the past few minutes and I can't focus on anything but this,â he confessed, looking into your eyes.
Your eyes widened in shock as you felt his hard member pressing against you.Â
You had never noticed how much your own best friend turned you on, or you him.
After a moment of silence, Byounggon broke the tension, âI know. I shouldn't have done tha-â
You shushed him, placing a finger on his lips, âIt's fine. We're both adults. And besides, i-it's just a natural reaction.â
You couldn't believe what you were saying, but the way your body was responding to his touch was too much to ignore. So, you did a test roll of your hips against his lap, causing him to suck in a breath.
âDonât play with me.â, he warned.
But you kept grinding against him, feeling the heat building between you. Byounggon's hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in closer. Your heart raced as you felt his breath on your lips, the anticipation almost unbearable.
You parted your lips slightly, inviting him to close the distance, but he hesitated.Â
You could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between desire and the fear of crossing a line with his best friend.
But you weren't about to let him pull away. You leaned in closer, your lips hovering just inches from his, silently urging him to take the leap.
"Goni," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Don't overthink. Just go for it."
He hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. But all he found was a fierce determination, a longing that mirrored his own.
And then, finally, he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a hesitant but passionate kiss.
It was intoxicating, filled with years of pent-up feelings and passion. You couldn't control the moan that escaped from your mouth as you ground your hips against Byounggon's, causing him to grip your waist tightly.
Breaking the kiss, you trailed wet ones along his jawline, your hands moving eagerly to rid him of his shirt, fingers tracing the contours of his chest. You tugged at the fabric, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside, your own following it soon after.Â
Feeling emboldened, Byounggon leaned back, pulling you onto his chest as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.
His hands roamed over your body, sending more shivers down your spine. You arched your back, unable to get enough of him as you pressed your body against his, feeling every inch of his skin.
You slipped a hand under Byounggon's waistband, your fingers grazing his throbbing length.
Byounggon pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. âAre you sure you want to do this?â Â
âI want it. And I'm sure,â you replied, your hand now firmly gripping him.
That was all the confirmation Byounggon needed. He flipped you on your back, moving lower, biting and sucking on the skin of your neck, leaving marks, pressing kisses along your collarbone before reaching your breasts.Â
He looked up at you. A lustful spark in his eyes. Then took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing, causing you to arch your back, letting out a soft moan.
Your hips bucked against his hand as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your panties, flicking his fingers over your clit.
Your moans grew louder as Byounggon removed them and spread your legs apart. He took a moment to admire you before leaning down and lightly licking your slit.Â
Your fingers tightened in his hair as he continued to tease with his tongue.
But he wasn't satisfied with just teasing you. He wanted to taste you. Fully.Â
He slipped his tongue inside, lapping up your wetness and causing you to let out a strangled cry. He moved his tongue in circles, teasing your walls before flicking over your sensitive spot.
You gripped at the sheets, your body writhing with pleasure. Byounggon's mouth was working wonders on you, and you could feel your orgasm building. But before you could let go, Byounggon pulled away, earning a frustrated whimper from you.
He climbed up your body, hovering over you with a smirk. âYou taste so good,â he whispered before capturing your lips in a rough kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only turned you on more.
He positioned himself up at your entrance. Teasing was, apparently, his thing. He slid only the head of his cock in and out, watching your reactions.
You moaned in frustration, âPlease, just fuck me already.â
But he continued to slide just the tip in and out, watching as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, âAnd if I just continue teasing you like this?â
"Fuck, please, for fuck's sake!" you breathed, craving him like your lungs craved oxygen.
After what seemed like an eternity, Byounggon finally pushed himself inside you, filling you completely. You both let out a moan, as he slowly moved in and out, savoring just how tight and wet you were for him.
He couldn't resist teasing you a little more, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in. Your moans grew louder with each thrust, nails digging into Byounggon's back.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he picked up the pace and pounded into you, thrusting in and out with a force that made you gasp.Â
He pulled back before plunging back in, setting a fast and rough pace. And as your moans filled the room, Byounggon couldn't resist wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you just enough to bring you to the edge again.
âFuck, donât stop.â You cried out as you reached your peak, your walls clenching around him.
âIâm not intending on stopping, love.â
He continued to pound into you, his pace quickening as he chased his own release.Your legs were shaking and your voice had turned hoarse from screaming, but you really didn't want him to stop. You wanted more.
âPlease,â you begged, your voice barely audible.
He lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper, spreading you wider, plunging back inside. Harder.
âYou want more, baby?â Byounggon growled, his hips slamming against yours with each thrust. "Hm?"
You only nodded, your head spinning from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body.
He leaned down and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his hand reaching between your legs to rub your sensitive clit. Your moans were muffled by his mouth.
Byounggon could feel you getting close again and he wasn't far behind. He quickened his pace, his own moans joining yours. Your body tensed and you screamed out his name as you came, your walls milking him for all he was worth.
He collapsed on top of you, panting and covered in sweat. Byounggon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing your forehead.
âBest friends. Right?â Byounggon whispered with a smile.
âOh, fuck you, Gon!â you laughed.
âBet I did.â
a/n: this fanfic is purely fictional and solely for fun.
the character(s) mentioned do not represent in any form or way the celebrity/ies, but merely using their name(s) and appearance!
do not translate or repost.
all rights reserved /Š minhoskofi/
As you walked together, the weight of unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air, begging to be released. Byounggon broke the silence first, his voice tentative yet filled with a sense of urgency.
"You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately," he began, his eyes focused on the path ahead. "About us, and what went wrong..."
You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Me too," you admitted softly, unable to meet his gaze.
Byounggon stopped walking, turning to face you with a mixture of sadness and determination in his eyes. "HonestlyâŚ. I just feared that I wasnât good enough for you, that youâd betray me for someone better, and-"
Your heart ached at his words, knowing all too well the depth of his insecurities as you interrupted him, "Byounggon, you are more than enough," you assured him, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Donât you ever doubt that."
He gave you a small, grateful smile, but the weight of his doubts still lingered. "It's just... I couldn't shake off that feeling for the longest time," he admitted. "And I let that fear consume me, I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you closer.â
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you listened to his confession, the raw honesty of his words breaking down the walls around your heart. "Iâm sorry I made you feel that way ," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I really am."
He took a step closer to you. "Iâm sorry too, for not trusting you," he whispered, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "And I'm so sorry for pushing you away."
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as you buried your face in his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. "Canât we figure it out?," you asked, your voice muffled against his shirt. "Together?"
As Byounggon pulled up in front of your apartment building, the air felt charged with tension again, thick. You could feel the weight of Byounggon's gaze on you, his eyes searching yours for answers.
Finally, you gathered the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper against the backdrop of the night. "Do you want to come in?" you asked, the words hanging in the air. A promise of what could be.
Byounggon's expression softened at your invitation, a flicker of hope lighting up his eyes amidst the uncertainty. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with hesitation. "You sure that's a good idea?"
You chuckled. âWhat could go wrong?â
You led the way up to your apartment in a comfortable silence. As you unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar surroundings enveloped you like a warm embrace.
Byounggon followed you inside, his eyes scanning the room as if taking in every detail. "It feels strange being back here," he mumbled.
You nodded in understanding, feeling a pang of sadness at the reminder of what once was. "Yeah, it does," you agreed as you sank down onto the couch with a heavy sigh.
Byounggon took a seat beside you, the space between you filled with tension and longing. You turned to face him, the sadness in his eyes reflecting your own. "I know Iâve apologized a gazillion times now but, I'm sorry. Again," you said softly, "For not being able to make you see how much you meant to me. If we could only get past th-â
âGiving you another chance - it scares me, you know? You scare me.â
Byounggon's words weighed heavily on your heart as you gazed into his soft brown eyes full of fear of the possibility of getting hurt again.
"I know," you replied softly, your voice barely audible. "Believe me, I'm fucking scared too. The thought of losing you for good... it terrifies me."
"I want to believe that things can be different this time," he echoed amidst the quiet of the room. "But I'm afraid of getting my hopes up, only to have them dashed once again."
You reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, the warmth of your touch seeping into his skin like a balm. "I get it," you said softly, your voice filled with empathy. "I'm not asking you to forget what happened or to pretend like everything's okay. I just... I want the chance to try again, to rebuild what we had, even if it's one small step at a time."
Byounggon's gaze softened at your words, a flicker of hope reigniting in his eyes. "Honestly, I want that too, y/n" he admitted, his voice was tinged with longing. "But I donât think Iâve completely processed everything, or worked through all my fears and doubts. I donât want them getting it our way again."
You nodded again, a sense of relief flooding through you at his raw honesty. "I'm not going anywhere, Gon. I can wait."
With that, you both sank into the silence of the room, the weight of the conversation hanging heavy in the air. But there was also an even heavier tension crackling, thickening with each passing heartbeat. Byounggon's presence beside you felt both comforting and electrifying, his warmth seeping into your skin like a gentle flame.
Without realizing it, your fingers grazed against his, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. His hand twitched ever so slightly at the touch.
You found yourselves drawn closer, the space between you diminishing until there's barely a breath of air separating your bodies.Â
Would you dare? Or would he dare? To take another step?
Byounggon's gaze flickered down to your lips, his own hovering tantalizingly close. The temptation to bridge the gap between you was almost overwhelming, the desire to taste the sweetness of his kiss nearly consuming you.
It became unbearable. The voice of reason faded into the background, drowned out by an overwhelming pull of desire and longing. Your breaths mingled in the space between your lips.
With a barely audible whisper, Byounggon's voice broke the silence. "Am I reading this wrong?" he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. As he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, he continued with, "Please... push me away if I am. 'Cause I'm dying to kiss you right now."
But you didnât.Â
Instead, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips meeting his in a searing kiss. You hesitated at first, pulling back soon after, uncertain. Byounggon's hand cupped your face, his thumb gently brushing your cheek as he pulled you back in.
His hand moved to your bottom lip, his touch light and tentative as he ran his thumb along the fullness of it. He closed the space between your lips, again, a slow, open-mouthed kiss that was filled with hesitation, longing, desire and more.
With every touch and movement of his lips, you could feel the emotions and memories flooding back. You both pulled away for a breath, looking at each other with a mix of uncertainty and desire.
But before any words could be exchanged, Byounggon pulled you into another kiss. This time, with the hesitation gone. The kiss became more urgent and passionate. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling ever so slightly at the strands, as his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he was afraid to let you go.
His lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own. The desire to feel the warmth of his body grew, and without much thinking, you straddled him. Byounggon's hands roamed your body, and the familiar touch sent shivers down your spine.
But then, just before losing all control, "Wait," he stopped, pulling away slightly, "is this right? Are you sure?â he asked, almost, rhetorically, his voice filled with uncertainty. You paused, looking into his eyes. âI don't know,â you admitted. âBut I do know that it feels so damn right.â
Without another word, Byounggon pulled you in. His lips were hot and demanding against yours, his tongue parting them, slipping into your mouth with a fervor that left you breathless.Â
You melted into him, your own tongue dancing with his in a heated tango. A low moan escaped your lips as his hands grabbed onto your hips, pushing you down on him, âI want you so bad right now,â he hissed, his teeth grazed your bottom lip, causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your body.Â
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss. His teeth nipped at your lip, then moved to your jawline, leaving a trail of heated kisses along your skin.
You couldn't get enough of him, and you felt his desire match yours. His hands that never stopped roaming all over your body, ignited every nerve ending in their wake. You let out a gasp as his hand slid under your shirt, his touch sending waves of pleasure through you.
With each kiss, you became more and more lost in the moment, the world around you fading away as all that mattered was the heat between your bodies. You moved against him, the fire between you only growing with each touch.
And then, as if in a daze, you both pulled away, breathless and desperate for air.
"I know it's wrong but, can I ask you to stay tonight?" you whispered into his lips in a silent plea.
Byounggon's brows furrowed as he looked at you, surprised by your request.
"I..." he began, his voice wavering with uncertainty, "I don't know if that's a very good idea." He knew he should resist, that giving in to the temptation of spending the night with you would only complicate things further. But with you sitting on top of him, your bodies so close and the weight of your words hanging in the air, he just couldn't.
Byounggon let out a sigh before finally nodding his head. "Okay. But just for tonight."Â
Your face lit up with a smile as you leaned in for yet another kiss. Byounggon's hands slid up your back, pulling you close.
Impulsively, you whispered, âLet's go to my room.â
Byounggon's eyes widened at the bold statement, his growing erection quite evident against your thigh. He wasn't sure if this was the right decision, but his body was obviously screaming for you. Without a word, he stood up, pulling you with him as he made his way to your bedroom.
Upon entering the comforting darkness of the room, Byounggon couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed you hard against the door, capturing your lips again. Your hands tangled in his hair as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his him. Every push of his hips into yours sent waves of pleasure through your body and you could feel the heat between your legs growing with each passing second as you gripped onto his shoulders.
Without breaking the kiss, Byounggon pushed you onto the bed, his hands running down your figure, caressing every curve and dip. You felt the warmth of his body press flush against you, soft lips tracing wet kisses down your neck. Your heart raced as he slowly undressed you, taking his time to savor every inch of your skin.Â
His hand trailed down your stomach, stopping just above your core, where you were already soaking wet with need.
He looked up at you with a wicked smirk, before gently running his finger over your clothed folds, eliciting a shiver from your body. Byounggon leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, âMissed me that bad?â
You couldnât help the whimper that escaped your lips as he continued to tease you, his finger circling your clit but never touching it directly. You bucked your hips in frustration, desperate for more contact, but Byounggon just chuckled and moved his hand away.
âGoni, please,â you begged, your voice filled with desire. âI need you.â
He grinned and slowly pulled down your panties, his eyes never leaving yours. He spread your legs and settled between them, his hot breath teasing your already sensitive folds. You moaned as he ran his tongue through your folds, teasingly avoiding your clit.
Each lick sent waves of pleasure through your body, but just as you felt yourself getting closer, Byounggon pulled back, making you groan in frustration, but before you could say anything, he slid two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly as his thumb rubbed over your clit in slow circles.
Your hands clutched at the sheets beneath you as your breathing became more erratic. Byounggon's pace never faltered, his fingers moving in and out of you at a torturously slow pace. You could feel yourself getting close again, and so could the man between your legs. He stopped completely.
âFor fuckâs sake, Byounggon,â' you panted, lifting your hips off the bed in search of more.
Byounggon leaned back, his gaze fixed on your soaked core. âNot yet,â he said, his voice husky with desire, while undoing his belt. âI want to watch myself fuck you.â
Your eyes widened at his words, the thought of him watching you in the throes of pleasure sent another wave of arousal through you. Byounggon positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds before slowly sliding inside.
You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, but he didnât move, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he leaned down to kiss you. His lips moved hungrily against yours as he started to move, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, maddening pace.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper inside you, but Byounggon's pace didn't change. He continued to move in and out of you at that same slow, torturous pace, his eyes never fixed on where your bodies connected.
You could feel the coil of pleasure building inside you, but he showed no signs of speeding up. Instead, he took his time, savoring every moment as he watched himself fucking you.
âGon, Iâm begging you,â you moaned, your voice filled with desperation. âI need to come.â
"There's my good girl, begging me," he finally picked up his pace, pounding into you with a force that left you seeing stars. You lost yourself in the pleasure, unable to think as he continued to fuck you senseless.
Byounggon's grip on your hips tightened as he thrust into you, making you moan out his name here and there. The sound of your voice drove him wild. You wrapped your legs around him, successfully pulling him in deeper. He responded by bringing one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him even more access.
Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. Byounggon's name fell from your lips like a prayer as you felt yourself getting closer to absolute heaven.
Just as you thought you couldnât take anymore, Byounggon reached down and started to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. The combined stimulation pushed you over the edge, your body trembling as you came undone around him.
Byounggon continued to move, drawing out your orgasm as he chased his own. With a few more thrusts, he finally reached his own release, spilling inside you with a groan.
Both, panting and sweaty, Byounggon collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving against yours. He leaned down to kiss you tenderly, whispering soft words of love and admiration.
As you both laid in bed, limbs tangled together, the only sound in the room was the soft rhythm of your breaths. Your skin was still flushed and damp with sweat, and you could feel the pleasant ache in your muscles.
Byounggon turned to face you, his hand caressing your cheek gently. âAre you okay?â he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
You nod, a small smile forming on your lips. âMore than okay,â you replied, looking into his warm brown eyes. Despite being exes⌠for now, there was no denying the connection between you.
He leaned in again as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, before pulling back and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âI'm glad."
You both laid in silence for a few moments, enjoying the peacefulness and comfort of each other's embrace. It was strange, being with him again like this after all this time, but it felt right.
âI missed you,â Byounggon whispered, breaking the silence.
You look up at him, surprised by his confession. âI missed you too,â you admitted, your heart swelling with emotions.
He leaned in for another kiss, this one more passionate and longing than the last. As you both got lost in each other's embrace once again, you couldn't help but feel like maybe this was a spark of hope, a hope for a second chance.
As you lay entwined together in your bed, the gentle rise and fall of Byounggon's chest beneath your hand lulled you into a sense of peace you hadn't felt in months. In the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, you traced the lines of Byounggon's face with gentle fingertips, committing every curve and contour to memory.
For true love knows no boundaries, and sometimes it takes losing yourself to find your way back home.
It had been a month since the break up and every passing day felt like a struggle for both of you. The passage of time didn't make the pain any less real. Byounggon couldn't bring himself to leave the cafe, even though it was a constant reminder of the love he had lost. Seeing you every day was bittersweet and as much as he hated to admit it, he did miss you.
You, on the other hand, were going through a rollercoaster of emotions. In the beginning, youâd often find yourself lost in the memories of your time together which always ended with you in tears. But as time went on, they became a torment. The guilt of your actions weighed heavily on your shoulders, and you couldn't help but despise yourself for what you had done, for the way you had fucked it all up.Â
And at times, anger would bubble up inside you, directed not only at Byounggon for his lack of trust, but also at yourself for allowing things to spiral out of control. You questioned every decision you had made, every word you had spoken, wondering if things could have turned out differently if only you had been more careful, more mindful of the consequences of your actions.
But in the end, the truth was, you missed him to death.Â
The one person who had been there for you through it all, was Seunghun. He had been there for you since the day of the break up, when you showed up at his doorstep in tears. He had been your shoulder to cry on, your sounding board, and your voice of reason.Â
At nights when you felt like losing yourself in your thoughts and drowning in your tears, he would come over with snacks and your favorite sweets.
"I just canât believe that the person I thought Iâd spend forever with is now a stranger." You turned to him as he was yet again over at your place to comfort you.
Despite being a good friend, Seunghun couldn't help but feel guilty for what had happened between you and Byounggon. Till this day, he kept apologizing for that night and his reckless behavior. You always reassured him that it wasn't his fault, but Seunghun couldn't shake off the feeling that he was the one who caused you this pain.
He had been persistent, to say the least. Persistent in relentlessly pestering you to give him Byounggon's phone number.Â
"Just let me talk to him, y/n. Man to man. I have to straighten out this whole misunderstanding." His intentions were clear as day. And while you appreciated his concern and his efforts to make things right, a part of you couldn't help but feel hesitant.
"It's not that I don't trust you, Seunghun," you explained, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "But I'm not sure if reaching out to Byounggon is the right thing to do. What if it just makes things worse?"
Seunghun shook his head, his expression earnest. "I understand your worry, I really do. But I can't stand and watch you suffer like this. Byounggon needs to know the truth, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you smile again."
You sighed, feeling torn between conflicting emotions. On one hand, you longed for closure and resolution, but on the other hand, you feared the pain of rejection, of reopening old wounds that had barely begun to heal.
"I just don't know if I'm ready for this," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Seunghun reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "I understand, y/n. And I promise to tread carefully. Just let me make things right."
You looked down at your hand in his, it looked so small. "Please be honest," you started, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "Do you have feelings for me?" The question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and uncertainty.
Seunghunâs gaze bore into yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself unable to look away.
"Yes." In that moment, with your hands intertwined and your faces mere inches apart, the world seemed to fade away. "Iâve always had." You could feel the heat of his breath mingling with yours, the proximity sending your heart racing in your chest.
"Iâm so sorry." You pitied him for everything youâve been putting him through. "I was too blind to notice."
With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Seunghun pulled away ever so slightly as he cleared his throat, a faint flush of color dusting his cheeks. "It's not as simple as that, y/n. I care about you. Deeply. And I want what's best for you. And right now, what's best for you is to find peace and closure with your boyfriend."
You nodded slowly, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy blanket. "Maybe⌠you're right."
As you allowed yourself to lean into his touch, a sense of gratitude washed over you. You hugged him tight, seeking refuge in the warmth of his embrace. His arms encircled you protectively, offering silent reassurance and unwavering support.
"Thank you, Seunghun," you whispered softly. "Iâd be so lost without you."
He stayed quiet for a while, and then just like that, out of the blue, he asked, "Do you love him?" His voice was soft yet filled with an underlying intensity.
You were taken aback by the directness of his question, the weight of it pressing down on you heavily. For a moment, you were at a loss for words.
As you searched for the right ones to respond, memories of your time with Byounggon flooded your mind again â the laughter, the gentle caress of his touch, his warmth, hell, even the sex. And amidst it all, a realization dawned upon you like a beacon of light in the darkness.
"Yes," you whispered, feeling a knot tightening in your throat. "Yes, I do love him."
It was a confession long overdue, a truth finally laid bare for yourself to acknowledge.
Seunghun's eyes softened with understanding, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Then you know what you need to do," he said gently, his voice a soothing balm to your troubled soul, "Let me talk to him. Itâs partly my mess to clean up, too."
With a reluctant nod, you handed over Byounggon's contact information to Seunghun.
Would he be willing to listen? Would he be open to the possibility of reconciliation, of finding closure and healing together?
Well.
He was, in fact, willing to listen.Â
The next day, as Seunghun sat down at a table with Byounggon after his shift, he could see the pain and hurt in his eyes that still lingered.Â
Byounggon was guarded, his walls built high to protect his heart. But Seunghun wasnât going to give up that easily. He knew he had to try and make him see reason.
"I know youâre hurt and angry, but please listen to me," Seunghun began, his voice pleading. "Nothing happened between us that night."
Byounggonâs expression remained stoic, but Seunghun could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. And so he continued, "I know you love her, and deep down, I believe you know she loves you too. Donât let this misunderstanding ruin what you have. It would be a shame to throw away such a beautiful relationship."
"I canât just forget what I saw," Byounggon retorted, his voice cracking a little.
"For fuckâs sake dude! We were drunk, yes, but regardless of that nothing happened, I swear!" Seunghun argued. "You know her, Byounggon. Sheâs not the type of person to cheat or betray someone she loves. And she loves you. Donât let your pride and anger blind you to that."
Byounggon fell silent, his gaze shifting to the ground as he processed Seunghunâs words. Slowly, the walls around his heart began to crumble, and the pain and hurt were replaced with a longing.
"She never did anything to hurt you," Seunghun reminded him gently. "Give her a chance to explain. Donât let this ruin what you have. You both deserve a chance at happiness."
As Byounggon sat alone in the empty cafe, the weight of his regret pressing down heavily on him, he couldn't help but wonder if it was too late to make things right. If he could turn back time, would he have made a different choice? Would he have fought harder, instead of letting your love slip through his fingers?
He stared blankly at the empty tables, his thoughts swirling in a thunderstorm of emotions. Unable to quell the turmoil raging within him, Byounggon reached for a pen and a piece of paper. Despite the passage of time and the hardships he had faced, his passion for songwriting had never disappeared. It was his solace, his sanctuary in moments of darkness and despair.
He began to jot down lyrics, the words flowing from his pen like a river of emotion. Each line was a confession, a plea for forgiveness, a desperate attempt to express the depth of his regret and longing.
As he poured his heart and soul onto the page, Byounggon kept writing and writing, all night long.
You walked aimlessly through the neighborhoodâs streets, the cold night air embracing you, making you feel at peace. But when you passed by the cafe, that peace quickly dissipated as you noticed the lights were still on and confusion washed over you.
As you stepped into the dimly lit cafe, your gaze fell upon a sleeping Byounggon, who lay slumped over the table, his form illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead lights. A pang of sadness tugged at your heart as you watched him, his exhaustion evident.
With a sigh, you approached him, your footsteps silent against the wooden floor. You couldn't help but feel a rush of tenderness as you looked upon him.
Your eyes scanned the room, searching for his jacket. You found it draped carelessly over a nearby chair and with careful movements, you draped the clothing over his shoulders, tucking it around him like a protective cocoon.
Taking a seat opposite him, you settled in to watch over him, your gaze unwavering as you drank in the sight of him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep.
Unable to resist the urge, you reached out to stroke his hair, your touch feather-light against the soft locks. You trailed your fingers down to his face, tracing the contours of his features with gentle caresses.
As you touched him, a wave of emotion washed over you, threatening to overwhelm your fragile composure. Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over onto your cheeks.
You had missed him â missed the warmth of his touch, the sound of his laughter, the way he made you feel alive. And now, seeing him so vulnerable before you, you couldn't help but long to hold him close, to make things right between you once and for all.
As your fingers brushed against Byounggon's closed eyelids, he felt a gentle tug at his heart. Sensing your touch, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours. The intensity of your stare took him aback, but he couldn't look away.
"Why?" he questioned softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he caught your hand in his. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a spark of warmth within you.
You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest as you stuttered. "'Cause... I miss you," you confessed, your voice trembling with raw honesty.
Byounggon's grip tightened around your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as he held your gaze. In that moment, no other words were needed.
"I miss you too," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the cafe. And then for a very long while, without breaking eye contact, you stood there in the stillness, your fingers intertwined, your hearts laid bare.
Quietly slipping out of bed, you spared a glance at Byounggon, still peacefully asleep. Your fingers lingered on his cheek for a moment, brushing a few strands of hair away before you tiptoed out of the room.
The crisp morning air greeted you as you stepped outside. Seunghun, true to his morning person nature, was already waiting at the agreed-upon meeting spot.
"Morning! Sorry I texted you so late last night." Seunghun greeted you with a bright smile. "Ready for a run down memory lane?"
You chuckled, appreciating his attempt at humor. "Always up for a jog. It's been a while since our morning runs, hasn't it?"
Seunghun nodded. "Yeah, too long. Life got busy, you know how it is. But it's good to catch up with you⌠and Iâm curious about your boyfriend too, he seems nice."
A thoughtful expression crossed your face as you adjusted your jogging shoes. "Life's full of surprises, Kim Seunghun. Also, I get it, Byounggonâs a pretty amazing boyfriend."
Seunghun raised an eyebrow playfully. "Amazing enough to make you forget about your crush on me, huh?"
You lightly punched his shoulder, shaking your head. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"
"Not a chance. Anyway, let's hit the pavement. We can chat more on the run."
The rhythmic sound of your footsteps echoed through the quiet morning streets. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow on the city. As you jogged alongside Seunghun, the familiar rhythm brought back memories of carefree college days.
However, a nagging thought in the back of your mind made you feel uneasy about how Byounggon might think of this early morning rendezvous.
As you continued your jog, your thoughts drifted to Seunghun. Observing him from behind, you couldn't help but notice how much he had actually changed since your college days. He seemed taller, more muscular, with a presence that demanded attention. The fabric of his sweater stretched over his broad back, hinting at the well-defined muscles beneath. His sleeves hugged his biceps, and his thighs spoke of strength and athleticism.
As you studied him, a pang of guilt washed over you. What were you doing, ogling your old friend like this? Your mind flashed to Byounggon, your loving boyfriend, and you felt a twinge of betrayal. Why were you suddenly noticing Seunghun in this way? It was as if your thoughts were betraying your commitment to Byounggon, stirring up unwelcome feelings of confusion and guilt.
Shaking your head, you tried to refocus on your jog, pushing yourself to run faster. But no matter how hard you tried, the image of Seunghun lingered in your mind.
Seunghun walked you to Byounggon's apartment as small talk about an upcoming college reunion flowed, âYou up to come to the reunion with me tonight?â
Even though you still couldn't shake off the unease settling in your chest, you agreed to the offer nevertheless.
You were riding the elevator to Byounggonâs floor. You knew you had to be honest with him about your morning plans, but the thought of his reaction made you apprehensive.
When you entered the living room, Byounggon was stretched out on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. He looked at you as you approached slowly, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Hey, where were you this morning? I was worried, you didn't even leave a message or anything," he said, his tone gentle yet probing.
"I went jogging with Seunghun since itâs something we often did back in the day," you explained, bracing yourself for his reaction.
Byounggon's brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features. "Seunghun, huh?" he muttered, his tone betraying a hint of discomfort.
"Yeah, but it's nothing, just catching up," you reassured him, though the unease lingered between you.
As the weeks passed, you found yourself spending more and more time with Seunghun, squeezing in moments between work and dates with Byounggon. Each time you met up with Seunghun, a pang of guilt gnawed at you, but you couldn't seem to stay away.
Byounggon's initial discomfort turned into jealousy, a fear of being betrayed simmering beneath the surface. He tried to suppress his feelings, to trust you and your intentions, but the doubt lingered, poisoning the once carefree dynamic of your relationship.
"I just don't understand why you can't see it," Byounggon raised his voice, tinged with frustration. âThinking he just wants to be friends with you is simply naive, y/n!â
That hit you like a punch to the gut, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "That's not true!" you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion. "Seunghun and I are just friends, nothing more. I would never do anything to risk our relationship."
Byounggon's jaw clenched as he fought to keep his emotions in check. "I'm not so sure about that," he retorted, his tone sharp with accusation. "I've seen the way he looks at you. It's not just friendly, it's... something more."
"You're being ridiculous," you snapped, unable to contain your anger any longer. "Seunghun is my friend. And if you can't trust me enough to believe that, then maybe we don't have a future together after all."
As tears streamed down your cheeks, Byounggon reached out to comfort you, his expression softening with regret. But in your pain and anger, you recoiled from his touch, pushing him away with all the force you could muster.
"Please, don't touch me!" you cried, your voice choked with emotion. "I can't do this, Gon, I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me!"
Byounggon's heart shattered at your words, the realization of what he had done hitting him like a ton of bricks. He couldnât just watch helplessly as you turned away from him.Â
Reaching out to grab your hand, he pulled you back into his arms with aching tenderness. His embrace was tight, almost desperate, as if he could hold onto you forever and never let go.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to push you away. Iâm just scared... scared of losing you."
"I know," your voice was barely above a whisper. "I- Iâm sorry too, Gon."
Byounggon nodded, his grip on you tightening as if to reassure himself that you were still there, still his.
[At the college reunion party]
As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew increasingly lively, fueled by laughter, reminiscences, and of course, a few rounds of drinks. Seunghun, as always, had everyone in stitches with his witty banter and infectious energy.
But as the drinks flowed and inhibitions loosened, the line between friendship and something more began to blur. Seunghun's playful teasing and flirtatious remarks stirred something within you, igniting a spark of attraction that you had long buried beneath the surface.
Caught up in the moment, you and Seunghun found yourselves drawn together, the air heavy with tension. His laughter rang in your ears, sending shivers down your spine as you leaned in closer, the heat of his breath mingling with your own.
With a start, you pulled away, the weight of guilt settling heavy in your chest. Seunghun's eyes searched yours, a silent question lingering between you, but you turned away, unable to face the truth of what almost transpired.
As the cold night air hit your face, you stepped out of the bar, seeking solace in the quiet solitude of the empty street. The weight of guilt and confusion pressed heavily upon you, threatening to suffocate you in its embrace. Seunghun followed, concern etched into his features as he reached out to comfort you, âIâm sorry for that. I really am. You okay?â
With a hiccup, you nodded a âyesâ and looked at him drunk-dazed.Â
The tension between you returned, reigniting the almost-kiss from moments before. Your heart raced and you knew damn well you shouldn't be feeling this way, but there was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force drawing you closer to Seunghun despite the consequences.
But before the moment could fully unfold, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the fragile illusion, and you turned to see Byounggon's figure looming in the shadows. His eyes blazed with a mix of anger and betrayal as he witnessed the scene before him.
In a flash, he lunged forward, his movements fueled by emotions, be it jealousy, rage, or hurt, or all. He grabbed Seunghun by the collar, his grip tight and unforgiving, as he pushed him away with a force that took you by surprise. Seunghun stumbled backward, his expression a mix of shock and defiance, as he tried to regain his footing.
âGet the fuck away from her!â Byounggon's chest heaved with each ragged breath, his gaze never leaving Seunghun's as they stood locked in a silent battle of wills.
Without wanting to take this further, Byounggon's grip on your hand remained tight, almost painful, as he wordlessly led you to the car, his jaw clenched with pent-up fury.
The ride home was silent, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. You stole glances at Byounggon from the corner of your eye, but his expression was unreadable, his features set in a mask of stoic resolve.
As the car came to a stop in front of your apartment, Byounggon released your hand, his movements stiff and controlled. Though furious, he helped you out of his car and up to your room, as your step was clearly unsteady.
Drunk as can be, you flung your arms around his neck, drawing him close, repeatedly apologizing without understanding the reason. Byounggon saw no logic in reasoning with you right now. He tried to gently push you off of him, but you refused to let go. You pushed him towards the bed, your hands trailing down his body as you straddle him and press your body against his onto the mattress.
"I'm not in the mood for games, especially not now,"Â
Despite his better judgment, he found himself yielding to the heat of the moment, his hands sliding up to grip your waist as you grinded against him. Your kisses were sloppy and uncoordinated, but they ignited a fire within him that he couldn't extinguish.
He couldnât resist the feeling that he had missed this, missed you. So, he gave in and returned the kiss with the same passion, his hands roaming under your shirt. His lips moved against yours with a hunger born of desire and longing.
As you trailed wet kisses down his neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, leaving marks, Byounggon tilted his head back in ecstasy, craving for more. His hand tangled in your hair as he guided you, his other hand exploring your body. He felt your hips move against his with urgency, and couldnât resist the urge to move along with you as lust took over.
This wasn't how he imagined it would be, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was so fucking wrong.
But just as things started to get heated and you attempted to get rid of his shirt, Byounggon came to his senses, the image of you with Seunghun resurfacing. Before things went too far, he stopped you, bringing you back to reality.
âStop,â he said, his voice filled with a mix of desire and frustration.
Byounggon pulled away, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to collect his thoughts. You blinked up at him, confusion evident in your drunken gaze.
âWe can't do this. Not now, not like this.â
You watched him with hazy eyes, still wanting more but knowing deep down that he was right. Tears started forming in your eyes as reality set in, and you realized that this could be the last time you're this close to him.
The next day dawned with a heavy weight on your conscience, the haze of last night's events played in your head. Guilt gnawed at you relentlessly as you tried to reach Byounggon, each unanswered call intensifying the ache in your chest.Â
You made your way to his place, dreading the inevitable but you knew that breaking up was the right thing to do.
As you stood outside his door, nerves fluttering in your stomach, you took a deep breath and rang the bell, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. There was no immediate response.
After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open. Byounggon's expression was unreadable, guarded, as if he was steeling himself for what was to come. You couldn't blame him â after last night's mess, you knew you had a lot to answer for.
You struggled to find the right way to begin. "I... I need to talk to you," you managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Can I come in?"
Byounggon hesitated for a moment. With a resigned nod, he stepped aside, allowing you entry into the apartment. The silence stretched between you unbearably.
"I'm so sorry, Gon," you began, your voice trembling with sincerity. "I know I messed up last night, I was drunk, and I wasn't thinking clearly... I never meant for things to go this far with Seunghun.
"But they did," he interjected sharply, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "It's not something I can easily forgive or forget."
You winced at his words, but he was right. "I know," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't expect you to."
As you stood before Byounggon, the words hung heavy on your tongue, weighing you down with their painful truth. "Byounggon, I-" you began, your voice wavering with emotion.
"I don't know if I can handle another betrayal."
You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, knowing that you were the cause of his anguish. Tears spilled over onto your cheeks as you reached out to take his hand, but stopped yourself in the act.
"I thought I could trust you. I thought what we had was real. But it was all a lie," Byounggon's voice hardened, his eyes glaring at you with anger and disappointment.
"I'm sorry, I truly am," was all you could manage to say.
"I can't keep doing this, y/n. It's not healthy for either of us. We should break up."
Seven months had effortlessly slipped by since the inception of your relationship. The routine of shared cafe shifts and practically living at Byounggonâs place had become second nature.
The morning sun cast a soft glow through the slightly parted curtains, illuminating the aftermath of a night fun-spent⌠as every night was. Clothes lay forgotten in different corners of the room, sheets were messier than usual, and the subtle scent of intimacy lingered in the air.
As your eyes darted to your phone, the numbers on the screen widened your gaze in realization.
"Lee Byounggon! Wake up!" you exclaimed, shaking him with urgency. The poor boy, still half-asleep and a little annoyed at the sudden awakening, stirred with a start. "That's not how you usually wake me up," he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Before you knew it, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you in closer. This time you didn't cave in. "We are really late, so get yourself up," you scolded him, skillfully escaping his embrace. As you rushed around trying to get ready, laughter bubbled up at the absurdity of the situation.
Byounggon, ever the charmer, grabbed his shirt from the floor and quickly put it on, his hair still tousled from the night before. As you both headed to the door, he turned to you with a mischievous smirk. "I think we need to set an alarm next time," he joked.
You playfully rolled your eyes, retorting, "Or we could just learn to control ourselves."
Byounggon laughed and pulled you in for a quick kiss before fetching car keys that youâve never seen before. âGon⌠Whatâs that?â confusion painted your face as you eyed the keys.
âYou can take the bus if you want but Iâd rather not be any more late than that.âÂ
During a lull in the bustling cafe, you found a quiet moment to steal away with Byounggon. "So, spill it," you teased, gliding your hands up his chest, "What else have you been hiding from me?â
"Oh, there's plenty you don't know about me," he replied cryptically. "But where's the fun in revealing all my secrets at once?"Â
The challenge only fueled your curiosity and you found yourself paying extra attention to everything Byounggon did throughout the day.
As closing time neared, the absence of customers left you in the comfortable company of just the two of you, or so you thought.Â
The quiet ambiance was disrupted by the clearing of a throat, drawing your attention away from your boyfriend and onto a tall, charismatic man waiting to place his order. To your surprise, you recognized him immediately â none other than your best friend from college.
"Kim Seunghun!?" you exclaimed, unable to contain your astonishment. He seemed to look the same as he did back in college (minus the braces), with an air of familiarity that brought back a rush of memories.
Seunghun, at first, didn't recognize you immediately, but as he looked closer, a spark of recognition lit up his face. A warm smile replaced the initial confusion, "Y/n?! is that really you?". You hurried to him, swiftly exiting the bar. He pulled you into an unexpected embrace, leaving Byounggon slightly taken aback by the sudden intrusion.
âGon, can you finish up here, while I go see Seunghun for a bit?â You explained the unexpected reunion to Byounggon and excused yourself.
As you and Seunghun settled into a far corner table, the atmosphere around you buzzed with nostalgia and curiosity. Engaging in a lively conversation, you caught up on the years that had passed since you last saw each other. You listened with genuine interest as he shared stories of his life in America, and everything that he had faced.
Byounggon, busy with closing tasks, stole occasional glances in your direction. The twinge of unease intensified, but was it jealousy or a sense of unknowing? Or a realization that there were chapters of your life he had yet to explore?
"I had no clue you worked here," Seunghun confessed with a chuckle. "Must be fate!"
âWell you yourself, too, never called. I didnât know you were back!â
âIt hasnât been too long actually, just last week,â he admitted, averting his eyes.
Seunghun, ever the curious puppy, couldn't resist diving into the details of your life, particularly your love life. Oblivious to Byounggon's proximity, he fired question after question⌠after question, "So~? Spill the tea!" Seunghun exclaimed with a playful grin. "Any exciting love stories to share? Is there a lucky guy?"
Caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation, you chuckled, your gaze naturally gravitating towards Byounggon, who was diligently sweeping around the cafe.Â
âWell, to be honest, there is-â As you began to shyly confess about your current relationship, Seunghun cut you off impatiently.
"Actually, do you remember when you had that massive crush on me in freshman year?" he blurted out, dredging up phantoms of the past. The words hung in the air, creating an unexpected pause in the conversation.
Surprised and slightly embarrassed, your cheeks flushed with laughter. You shot Seunghun a mock glare, "Really? Are we going there?"
Seunghun laughed, thoroughly enjoying the nostalgic detour. "Come on, it's ancient history now! But it was kind of cute, wasn't it?"
Byounggon, still absorbed in his tasks, overheard the snippet of the conversation. His sweeping slowed momentarily as he processed the unexpected turn of events.
"Well, thankfully, I got over that crush," you shook your head with an awkward smile. "Life moved on, and here we are."
Seunghun winked, "Guess I missed my chance, huh?"
"Don't flatter yourself too much." you replied, rolling your eyes.
Byounggon approached the table with a curious expression. "What are you two conspiring over here?"
Seunghun, ever the tease, decided to stir the pot a bit. "Oh, just reminiscing about the good old days. Y/n here used to have a crush on me back in freshman year."
Byounggon's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he turned to you, "Is that so?"
You sighed, realizing that Seunghun had successfully made things even more awkward, "Yes, but it's ancient history. Water under the bridge."
Byounggon's playful demeanor faltered for a moment as he couldn't shake off the subtle unease that crept into his mind, and it manifested on his face. Though he tried not to form any hasty impressions about Seunghun, a shadow of discomfort settled in his chest.
Seunghun, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, continued to banter with a light-hearted grin. "Don't worry, dude, I'm just teasing. Y/n here moved on ages ago."Â
You shot Byounggon an apologetic glance, recognizing the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Seunghun's just being Seunghun. Trust me, it's nothing"
Seunghun, sensing the subtle tension, decided to change the subject. "So⌠how did you and y/n meet? Spill the beans!"
Byounggon's features relaxed a bit as he launched into the story of you and him, the conversation flowing seamlessly, and the tension melting away.
Closing hour striked, signaling the end of the reunion. Seunghun, with a satisfied smile, bid his farewells, âText me when youâre free to hang out, Iâd love to catch up on more,â and with that he left the cafe.Â
The car ride back home was unusually silent, the soft hum of the engine filling the void instead of the usual playlist you normally listened to. Byounggon, hands gripping the steering wheel, wore a pensive expression that didn't go unnoticed
"Gon," you finally broke the silence, your voice gentle yet probing. "Is everything okay?â
Hesitating for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully, he sighed, glancing at you briefly before returning his focus to the road. "Yeah, yeah, Iâm fine." he replied, but the slight edge to his tone betrayed a different story.
Concern etched your features as you studied him. "You've been quiet since we left the cafe. Are you sure youâre fine?"
"It's justâŚâ, he paused for a while, âSeunghun. Seeing you with him like that, it brought up some⌠feelings, I guess."
Confused and also surprised, you furrowed your brows. "Feelings? What do you mean? You two seemed to get along fine."
Byounggon nodded, a forced smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, we did. But, yâknow, hearing about your crush on him back in the day and all... It's weird." As he pulled up in front of the apartment building, he finally met your eyes. His vulnerability laid bare. "I can't help but feel a bit jealous and also scared, y/n. It's like... I'm afraid I might lose you."
Your heart softened at his honesty. Wrapping your arms around him, you spoke reassuringly, "Hey! You're not going to lose me. Seunghunâs just an old friend. You know you're the one I care about."
"I know, I know. It's just... I've seen this movie once before and I donât want it playing again."
"Gon, you have nothing to worry about. Iâm telling you, Seunghun is just a friend, and you're the guy I chose to be with."
Byounggon looked at you, gratitude mingling with the lingering unease, but he remained quiet. You gently cupped his face, making sure he kept his eyes on yours. "Stop this runaway train of thoughts here. Thereâs seriously nothing you should be worried about."
He managed a small vulnerable smile and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, âThanks.â
As the night settled in, the familiar warmth of Byounggon's embrace provided comfort, and you snuggled closer, seeking solace in the safety of his arms. The gentle rhythm of his breathing and the steady beat of his heart lulled you into a serene state of relaxation.
Just as you were finally drifting into sleep, a chime echoed through the room. The glow of your phone screen cast a dim light, a notification that read, [Seunghun: You up?].
As the first rays of morning light tiptoed into the room, you found yourself waking up in the comforting embrace of Byounggon's arms. Gazing at him, although still half-sleep, you couldn't help but feel a warmth in your chest. You planted a soft kiss on his cheek, the gentle peck stirring Byounggon awake, his eyes squinting at the intrusion of morning light. However, as they met yours, a sleepy smile played on his lips. Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of grogginess.
"Morning, handsome", you giggled as you snuggled in his warmth some more.
The morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the surfaces. Byounggon sat on a chair, nursing his coffee, while you leaned casually against the counter, both lost in the quiet ritual of morning caffeine intake. Words could wait until after the coffee had done its magic.
As you took a sip from your cup, you sensed Byounggon's eyes on you, his gaze lingering with an intensity that caught your attention. Lowering your cup, you met his gaze, a silent question in your eyes.
"You just look⌠very hot in my shirt," he remarked, a playful lift to his eyebrow as he unabashedly admired your appearance.
"Oh, yeah?" you retorted equally teasing, playing along with a mischievous grin. Without hesitation, you lifted the shirt ever so slightly, revealing what lay beneath - nothing but underwear.
Byounggon's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected reveal, his gaze lingering on the sight and his breath hitched. A playful complaint escaped his lips as he leaned back in his chair, "Why are you doing this to meâŚ" he groaned.
Leaving your coffee cup at the counter, you decided to take it a step further. Slowly, you approached Byounggon, a teasing spark in your eyes.
"I donât know, Gon⌠Seems to me you're enjoying it," you teased, standing in between his legs. Without further hesitation, you playfully sat on his lap, straddling him.
Your hands started feeling your man up beginning at his stomach to his chest to the back of his neck where your fingers intertwined in the soft strands of his hair as you pulled him in gently, drawing him in closer and crashing your lips onto his. You could feel him squeezing your thighs slightly while your lips kept moving in sync with his.
Groaning, he pulled away to leave wet kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You were lost in the feeling of his lips on your skin when he suddenly nipped at your collarbone, making you gasp and cling to him.
He pulled back to look at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I suppose weâre switching it up today."
Before you could fully process his words, he captured your lips again, pressing you closer to him. The kiss deepened, and a low moan escaped your lips as you felt Byounggonâs tongue intertwining with yours. The heat between you intensified, and you could feel him hardening beneath you. Unconsciously, you started rolling your hips, grinding against him, a silent plea for more.
Feeling the growing need for release, you reached down and undid his pants, freeing his hardened dick. You guided him to your entrance, slowly impaling yourself onto him. A gasp escaped your lips as he filled you completely, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Byounggon's grip on your hips tightened as you began to move, riding him with an intoxicating rhythm. The sound of your moans and the wet sound of your bodies coming together filled the room, heightening the intensity of the moment.
As the pleasure intensified Byounggon gripped your hips even tighter, guiding your movements with an increased urgency. The sound of your moans filled the room, 'God, you feel amazing,' Byounggon groaned, his voice thick with desire, His eyes were dark with lust, his hair disheveled from your hands running through it.
Byounggon's hands roamed over your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. You could feel his muscles tensing beneath you as you continued to ride him, your bodies moving in perfect synchronization.
'Harder, baby,' he moaned against your lips, his hands digging into your hips as he urged you on. You complied, picking up the pace and grinding against him with more force.
As you marked him, leaving love bites on his neck and collarbone, a mixture of pleasure and pain washed over Byounggon. He threw his head back, exposing his neck to you, and you took the opportunity to nip and suck on his sensitive skin.
'Fuck, yes,' he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening even further. His movements became faster and more relentless, and you could feel the familiar pull of your release building inside you.Â
You looked up at Byounggon with pleading eyes, silently begging him to let you reach your climax. But he only smirked and shook his head, determined to tease you a little longer.
Without a warning, Byounggon stood up with you still around him, and placed you on the counter where you had left your coffee cup. As he gently lay you on you back he reconnected your lips, quickly deepening the kiss again, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.
He pulled out of you and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he continued to thrust into you at a slow and deliberate pace. Your body trembled with need, your hips involuntarily bucking against his in an attempt to get more friction.
Byounggon's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along the way. His hot breath fanned over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 'You're so beautiful when you're desperate,' he whispered, his voice dripping with lust.Â
You could feel the edge of your orgasm approaching, but Byounggon kept pulling back every time you were close. It was both frustrating and exhilarating, the anticipation building with each passing second.
Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Byounggon's lips found yours in a hungry kiss and he picked up the pace, slamming into you with a force that nearly knocked the breath out of you. He released your wrists, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.
You could feel your body reaching its peak, the tight coil in your stomach ready to unravel. Byounggon must have sensed it too because he suddenly picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming rougher.Â
You cried out his name as you reached your climax, your body trembling and your vision blurring. Byounggon followed soon after, spilling himself inside of you with a low groan.Â
As you both rode out your orgasms, he collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the cold counter top. You could feel his heart racing against your chest and you couldn't help but smile at how intimate the moment was.Â
âThat was⌠wow.â you whispered, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. Byounggon lifted his head to look at you, a soft smile on his lips.Â
âYou drive me completely insane, you know that?.â he mumbled. You both lay there for a while, panting and trying to catch your breath.
You chuckled, feeling completely fucked out and satisfied, 'You're not so innocent yourself,' you teased, earning a playful swat on your butt from Byounggon as he helped you off the counter.Â
Byounggon tenderly lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the sofa in the next room. The soft cushions cradled you both as he carefully settled you down, his arms wrapping around you. With a gentle touch, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, his eyes holding a completely different glimmer from minutes ago. "You okay?" he whispered. âSorry if I was too rough.â
You shook your head, knowing that you had both been equally rough with each other. âNo, it was amazing. I loved it.â
He smiled, kissing your forehead. âGood. But next time, I promise to be more gentle.âÂ
You laughed, knowing that Byounggon was always a little rougher in bed and it was just one of the things you loved about him. âIâll hold you to that then.â
a/n: i literally couldn't sleep bcs i got this idea in my head and had to write it downă ă ă ă
As you (finally) managed to reach the credits of the movie, Byounggon, with his characteristic thoughtfulness, suggested you head inside and wash up while he tackled the aftermath of your rooftop cinema.
âWhat?! No! Let me at least help you, how can I leave you to clean all this up by yourself?â, you tried to fight back but it was futile, as Byounggon urged you to go ahead.Â
The steam from the hot water showered over you, mirroring the waterfall of thoughts that flooded your mind. Doubt and vulnerability mingled, questioning this happiness. Byounggon indeed was truly everything you had ever dreamt of, but what if you were just dancing on the precipice of an illusion, a fleeting dream bound to dissipate like morning mist?
Waterdrops were pattering, rhythmically. Were you allowed to be happy? Was this too good to last?
As you stepped out of the shower, your gaze was drawn to yet another thoughtful gesture â some of Byounggon's clothes, seemingly left for you to choose from. A sweet reminder that he wanted you to feel at home, even in the simple act of getting dressed.
You slid into an oversized t-shirt, the fabric engulfing you in its warmth. It cascaded down, almost reaching your knees - a whimsical sight. As you attempted to pull it down over your wet hair, Byounggon appeared before you, seemingly materializing as if from thin air.
A playful grin danced on his lips as he tossed a towel over your head. "You look absolutely hilarious in this," he teased.
Laughter bubbled up from within, breaking through the remnants of doubt like sunlight piercing through clouds.
With the towel draped over your shoulders, Byounggon's playful gaze met yours. âIâve wanted to do this.â, he declared somewhat mischievously. He guided you to his bed, the fabric cool against the back of your thighs as you settled down. Byounggon took a seat in front of you, facing you with a playful grin. In his hands, he cradled the towel, ready to embark on the task of pat-drying your hair.
"I can do it by myself, you know," you said sheepishly as you tried to grasp the towel from his hands.
"I know," he chuckled. "But can't your loving boyfriend do it for you instead?" With that, he planted a rough, yet jokingly tender kiss on your forehead, his warm lips leaving an imprint that lingered.
As he began to pat-dry your hair, his touch was gentle and attentive. The soft cotton of the towel absorbed the droplets, leaving a trail of dampness on your hair.Â
Byounggon's eyes never left yours.
"Done," he announced, with a mock flourish as he threw the towel aside. His gaze stayed on you for a while, just admiring. âYou look so fuckable in my t-shirt, but letâs go to sleep before I actually fuck you, okay?â he said with no shame whatsoever.
As you both settled into the cozy embrace of his bed, Byounggon, as ever considerate, retrieved a couple of pillows and extra blankets to ensure a comfortable night's sleep. He slid under the covers beside you, his presence a soothing balm.
In the stillness of the night, Byounggon wrapped an arm around you, drawing you closer and taking in the scent of you. The city's distant hum provided a comforting lullaby.
"Goodnight," Byounggon whispered, his breath tickling your ear, a final note in the symphony of the night.Â
As sleep enveloped you, monsters of the past emerged from the shadows. Nightmares, like spectral predators, clawed their way into your consciousness, manifesting as haunting visions that shook you to your core.
In the dream, shadows morphed into sinister figures, whispering echoes of forgotten fears. A sense of suffocation gripped you, and the air grew thick with an oppressive darkness. A chilling wind carried ghostly whispers that seemed to echo from the depths of the nightmare.
Shapes twisted and contorted, taking on grotesque forms that danced on the edge of your fears. Faces, distorted and contorted, bore expressions of malevolence that sent shivers down your spine. The dreamscape became a distorted reflection of your deepest anxieties, and as the monsters closed in, the cold sweat of terror seeped into your consciousness.
Abruptly, you jolted awake, gasping for breath, the remnants of the nightmare still lingering like a haunting melody.Â
Turning to Byounggon, you hesitated for a moment, questioning the reality around you. Were you still trapped in the clutches of a bad dream, or had you truly escaped? His silhouette, soundly asleep beside you, offered a reassuring anchor.
But the fear threatened to swallow you whole, and you couldn't help but reach out, gently shaking his shoulder. Confusion flickered across his features as he mumbled incoherent words, his eyes still sealed in the world of dreams.
His eyes fluttered opened, and concern immediately etched itself onto his face as he saw your tear-stained cheeks. "You okay? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with both worry and genuine care.
"Gon?" you uttered, your voice almost inaudible. His name served as a lifeline, a connection to reality that you desperately needed.
He sprung into action, sitting up and wrapping you in a comforting embrace. His warmth became a shield against the lingering chill of the nightmare. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered. "I'm here. You're safe. It's all just a bad dream."
Byounggon's hands gently rubbed circles on your back, the rhythmic motion mimicking the comforting cadence of a lullaby. He held you close, rocking gently as if to dispel the shadows of the dream.
"I've got you," his voice was a calming melody. "Just breathe, I'm right here, Iâm not going anywhere." And in the safety of his arms, you felt the residual fear melt away, replaced by the steady heartbeat of reality.
Byounggon kept comforting you, as his hands stroked your hair and his gentle whispers soothed the echoes of the nightmare.
Feeling his warmth, you couldn't help but lift your gaze to meet his. His eyes, filled with concern and affection, locked onto yours, offering a silent promise of safety.
In the hushed atmosphere of the room, Byounggon's face drew nearer, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. As his lips met your forehead, a sequence of tender kisses followed, tracing a path along your temple and down to your cheek.Â
No more shadows that could taint this night.
Byounggon's lips paused on the corner of your mouth, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers delicately traced the contours of your face and his touch was hesitant as he cupped your face.
He leaned in even closer, lips hovering above yours, a sense of uncertainty lingered in the air. It was as if he questioned whether it was appropriate to kiss you in this vulnerable state.
Tilting your head to the side, you conveyed a subtle affirmation that his kiss was welcome, an invitation for him to bridge the gap between uncertainty and connection.
He gently pressed his lips against yours and - nothing more, nothing less, just a lingering kiss.
With his hands still cupping your face, he whispered a "I'm here with you," and never let go of you that night.
The night air was crisp as Byounggon led you to the rooftop of his apartment building. Fairy lights adorned the space as a cozy setup with cushions and soft blankets scattered around greeted you. A small projector displayed a selection of your favorite movies against the night sky.
Byounggon grinned proudly, "Surprise! I thought weâd have a movie night under the stars. What do you think?"
"I love it, Gon!"
The night unfolded with laughter as you lost track of time as you binged on your favorite movies.
As the movie progressed and the storyline unfolded, under the twinkling fairy lights, the touches and caresses underneath the blankets became more frequent and intimate. You lay on Byounggon's chest, the movie playing in the background, but your mind was elsewhere.Â
Your hand couldn't help but roam beneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, tracing invisible patterns along it. Your fingers slowly found their way down to the waistband of his sweatpants where you playfully teased the ties, fingers dancing over the fabric.Â
Byoungon's breath hitched, a subtle indication that your actions were not going unnoticed.Â
He glanced down at you with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Are you really paying attention to the movie?" he teased.
"Who needs a movie when I have something much more interesting right here?" you retorted devilishly as your hand stroked his already hard member through the fabric of his sweats, making his breath hitch again. He adjusted his position to face you more directly, allowing your playful touches to take on a more intimate nature. His fingers found their way through your hair, gently teasing and tracing patterns along your back.
âI canât take this anymore,â Byounggon leaned in, capturing your lips in a rough kiss.Â
As the kiss deepened, Gon's hands moved in a rush, feeling every inch of your body. âMaybe we should pause the movie," he suggested with a playful smirk, breaking the kiss.
Mission accomplished, you thought to yourself as you chuckled, "I think that's a fantastic idea."
You eagerly pulled him closer to you, your hands roamed over his body, relishing in the feeling of his warm skin beneath your touch. You could feel him trembling in anticipation as you hungrily kissed your way down his neck and chest. The taste of his skin was addicting, and you couldn't get enough.
Byounggon let out a low groan as you reached his stomach, and you couldn't help but smile at the reaction. You quickly removed his sweats and boxers, eager to take him into your mouth. The feeling of his length in your hand sent shivers down your spine and you couldn't resist the urge to let out a low moan.
Gon's hands tangled in your hair as you took him into your mouth, slowly at first but gradually picking up the pace. His moans became more frequent and desperate, his hips involuntarily thrusting into your mouth. You sucked and licked, taking him deeper and deeper until he could barely contain himself.
But just before he reached his peak, Byounggon pulled you up, âYouâre not walking tomorrow.â You let out a gasp as he flipped you over, pinning you to the ground. He wasted no time, quickly stripping you off of your clothes and positioning himself between your legs. You could feel the hardness of him pressed against your entrance, and you eagerly lifted your hips to meet him.
Byounggon wrapped one hand around your throat as he slid his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, feeling his grip tighten on your neck. He bit your bottom lip, causing you to gasp, and took the opportunity to shove his tongue even deeper down your throat. Your hands tugged at his hair as he devoured your mouth.
Byounggon's other hand had found its way down into your underwear. You were already soaking wet and ready for him, and you whimpered as he slid a finger inside and began to move it in slow circles.
Your hips rocked against his hand, begging for more. Sensing your desperation, he added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you while his thumb pressed against your clit. Just when you were on the brink of coming, he pulled his fingers out, a smirk on his lips, âLike it when I touch you like this?â
âPlease,â you begged, your body aching for release.
Without a second invitation, he gently slid inside you, making you moan in pleasure, and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. The feeling of him filling you was indescribable, and you couldn't help but moan out his name as he began to move with a steady rhythm.
âFaster,â you begged yet again, your nails digging into his back the more you craved him. Byounggon obliged, picking up the pace and driving you both towards climax. Your walls clenched around him making you feel his length pulse inside you.
âYou feel so good,â he groaned, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. âI can't hold back much longer.â His words sent shivers down your spine and you arched your back, your body tensing as your orgasm ripped through you.
With one final thrust, Byounggon pushed you over the edge, making you tremble in ecstasy. Nevertheless, he continued to fuck you until you were a quivering mess.
He followed soon after, spilling inside of you, his warmth filling you up. As you both came down from your orgasms, Byounggon collapsed on his back and pulled you into his arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing you softly.
You laid side by side, fucked out, and you watched his chest rise and fall rapidly.
âSo much for a rooftop cinema.â, you joked while catching your breath.
âRemember who started this,â Byounggon defended himself as he turned to look at you, âIâd choose this over a movie every time though.â
You found yourselves entangled in each other's arms. You were spending the night at your boyfriendâs place⌠for more rounds of course. True, he could not get enough of you.
In the moonlit room, the air was thick with desire, the night - a blur of tangled limbs, whispered moans, and fervent kisses that ignited the flames of ecstasy over and over again.
âYou drive me wild,â Byounggon confessed as his eyes locked with yours, seeming very much out of breath.Â
You climbed off him, your body still trembling from the multiple orgasms. As you collapsed next to him on the bed, you caught your breath, âAnd you have no idea what you do to me.â
As the night wore on, exhaustion finally washed over you. In the soft glow of the moonlight, you found comfort in each other's arms. You laid on Byounggon's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat worked as a sweet lullaby. Your fingers continued to draw circles on his exposed skin.
"You know, Gon," you began, your voice filled with playful skepticism, "it's quite impressive how effortlessly you manage to bring me pleasure, considering your claim of having little experience."
Byoungon's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and confidence as he looked at you, âAre you saying I fuck you that good?", he teased.
You couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, do you think you're some kind of sex prodigy or something?"
He grinned somewhat shyly, "I wouldn't go that far, but let's just say I have a knack for it."
You raised an eyebrow to that, "Is that so? Well, I must admit, you certainly have a way of making me forget about everything else when we're together.", and with that you dozed off in the comfort of Byounggon's embrace.
As the first rays of sunlight gently kissed your skin, you found yourself awake before Byounggon so you spent some minutes admiring the peaceful expression on his face as he slept. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips, and you couldn't resist the urge to wake him up with a kisses attack.
Quietly, you leaned in closer, your lips hovering just above his cheek. With a soft exhale, you planted a tender kiss, feeling his warm skin against your lips. A faint smile formed on his face, even in his sleep, as if he sensed your presence.
âYouâre so cute...â, you whispered as you continued to pepper him with gentle kisses, moving from his cheek to his forehead, his nose, and finally his lips. Each touch was filled with affection and playfulness, a loving assault.
Byounggon's lashes fluttered open, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of surprise and delight. "Well, good morning to you too," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning. You looked too adorable to resist.", you giggled.
His arms pulled you closer with a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Is that so? Well, I think it's only fair that I return the favor." And with that, he launched into his own assault of playful kisses, tickling your senses and leaving you breathless with laughter.
After some peaceful cuddling, you reluctantly stirred from the comfort of Byounggon's hugs, âI have to go to work. Itâs your day off today, right?â
But just as you were about to slip out of bed, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back into him. "Do you really have to go? Can't we have just five more minutes?", he mumbled against your forehead.
Feeling defeated, you pouted, giving in to his request.Â
"Alright, just five though!," you agreed, "But only because you asked so nicely."
Byounggon tightened his hold on you, pulling you even closer. The minutes stretched into laughter, gentle caresses, and lingering kisses that grew more heated as Byounggon's tongue intertwined with yours and explored your mouth, as if it was an attempt to make you stay longer.
But your awareness of time grew stronger and with a mix of desire and urgency, you bit down on Byounggon's lip, a silent plea for release from his embrace.
His breath hitched, "Alright, alright. I get the message," he said, his voice laced with a teasing tone, "You're determined to be on time, huh."
You nodded with sheepish smile on your face, as you quickly gathered your things. "Sorry, Gon. As much as I'd love to stay here and take this further, the coffee wonât brew itself."
Byounggon chuckled, a touch of mischief in his eyes. " Iâm warning you though, I'll be ready to pick up right where we left off."
With a final glance, you bid your boyfriend goodbye and hurried off to work, the taste of him still on your tongue and his touch fresh in your mind.
âI'm addicted to this manâ
As you closed up the cafe and turned off the lights, a wave of relief washed over you. The day had felt endless without your co-worker's lame jokes and his charmingly sloppy coffee-making. All you had been able to think about was the warmth of his touchâŚ
âŚand maybe something else too.
And there he was, standing outside the cafe, patiently waiting for you with a smile that melted your heart. Without a word, you rushed into his arms, savoring the warmth and familiarity of his embrace.
"Miss me?," Byounggon whispered with a pinch of tease.
You nuzzled your face against his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent. "Mhm, I couldn't wait to be in your arms again."
He chuckled softly, his fingers gently tracing circles on your back. "Let's go. I have a surprise planned for us tonight."
Your curiosity piqued, you looked up at him with a playful grin. "Oh? And what might that be?"
As the months passed, you and Byounggon continued to grow closer, your bond deepening with each day. The unspoken understanding between you felt so natural, and you reveled in the comfort and joy that came with being by his side.
However, there was a question that you couldnât get off your mind. Despite the undeniable connection and the way you both already acted like a couple, there had never been an official conversation about your relationship. It wasn't that you doubted Byounggonâs feelings or commitment, but the absence of a clear definition left you longing for something more concrete.
One afternoon, as you lay on the couch behind Gon in his music studio, the question burned in your chest. Unable to contain your thoughts any longer, you mustered the courage to confront him, seeking clarity about where you both stood.
"Goni?â, you began hesitantly, âWe've been together for months now, and I can't help but wonder... What exactly are we? Are we...like, a couple?"
Byounggon turned to face you, confusion evident in his eyes. He got up from his desk, coming to stand in front of you. He gently placed his hands on your thighs, his face hovering just inches from yours, his warm breath caressing your skin.
His voice sounded sincere, "Sorry if I never made it clear. It didn't even cross my mind because being with you feels so right, so natural. But if you need that official label, thenâŚ"Â
Without another word, Gon leaned in, capturing your lips in an ever so passionate kiss. His hands moved from your thighs to cradle your face, deepening the kiss, as if trying to convey all the emotions that words could not express.
The question of your relationship status faded into insignificance. The intensity of the kiss and the way your man held you spoke loud enough about the depth of your connection.Â
As the kiss broke, Byounggon with a shy yet endearing smile, found the courage to speak, "WellâŚI mean, if you want... could you, uh⌠will you officially be my girlfriend?", he rapped out the last few words and buried his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment.Â
You couldn't help but smile at his adorable shyness, and with a soft chuckle, you replied, "Yes, Gon, I'd love to officially be your girlfriend.", almost mockingly.Â
As Byounggon immersed himself in the creation of his track again, the rhythmic beats and melodies filled the air, leaving you with a boredom that begged for distraction.Â
Deciding to entertain yourself and perhaps add a playful interruption to his creative process, you approached him.
Teasingly, you traced light patterns on his back, the gentle touch breaking through the intensity of his focus. Leaving a trail of seductive kisses along his neck and jawline, you couldn't help but revel in the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.
Byounggon, feeling the unexpected caresses, found himself torn between two thoughts, âIs this how you show me your support or are you trying to turn me on⌠because itâs working.â
But as your advances persisted his concentration reached a breaking point. With a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, your fingers deftly played with the buckle of his belt, the metallic clasp yielding to your touch. The sound of the buckle coming undone echoed in the room.
âSo thatâs how weâre playingâŚâ Unable to resist any longer, Byounggon seized control of the situation. He turned away from his laptop, and captured your lips in a fierce and demanding kiss.Â
With every kiss, every touch, the intensity grew and your hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and crevice with a feverish urgency, âWas this what you wanted?â Byounggon managed to mutter in between your lips.
Without giving him a verbal answer, your fingers reached for the hem of your shirt, slowly inching it upwards, revealing tantalizing glimpses of your bare skin.
Gon's gaze intensified, his breath hitching as he watched the fabric slide over your chest, exposing the curve of your breasts. As your shirt fell to the floor, Byounggon wasted no time. His hands moved with a sense of purpose, his fingers tracing the outline of your body, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. He unhooked your bra, releasing your breasts, and the cool air caressed your skin.
With a hunger in his eyes, Gon's hands moved lower, his fingers undoing the button of your pants. The fabric slid down your legs, pooling around your ankles, leaving you standing there in nothing but lacy panties.
A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached for Byounggon's shirt, your fingers eagerly unbuttoning it one by one. The fabric parted, revealing his chest.
Your hands roamed his bare skin, tracing muscles, feeling the warmth radiating from his body and you pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, forgotten.
Byounggon's hands now found their way to your hips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, âFuck me silly, Gonâ, the words fall out of your mouth before you could stop them.
âPatience, princess. Not before I taste you firstâ, Byounggon spoke against your skin as his mouth left gentle kisses down your core. The tip of his tongue lingered, drawing slow, sensuous circles over your clit, each rotation sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your body. His touch was deliberate and precise, building your arousal to dizzying heights.Â
As the circles tightened, his tongue applied a gentle but persistent pressure, intensifying the stimulation on your clit. Waves of pleasure washed over you, making your body arch and writhe with an insatiable hunger for more.
âYouâre so fucking wet for meâ, Byounggon's tongue moved in a rhythm that matched the quickening pace of your breath and the growing urgency of your moans.Â
As his tongue delved deeper, you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you, building with every flick and every swirl. Your moans of ecstasy filled the room and the wet heat of his mouth enveloped you, âPlease Gon, I need you inside meâ, you breathed out, your voice filled with a desperate longing.
The words hung in the air, Byounggonâs gaze met yours, a wild intensity burning in his eyes as he settled himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips possessively.Â
"Be a good girl now," he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of raw need and determination.
As he slid impatiently into you, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation of him filling you completely sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper.
âShit, Goni-â, almost inaudible words spill from your lips. Each thrust was pushing you closer to the edge.
"Fuck,â Byounggon groaned, âyou feel so good," he kept sliding in and out of you while leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline down your neck, the tightness of you just perfect to his liking.
Your moans mingled with his, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the studio. "Harder," you pleaded, your voice filled with urgency, "I want all of you." Byounggon complied, his movements becoming more intense and fervent.
"Gon, I'm so close," you whimpered desperately.Â
"Let go, baby," he encouraged, "Come for me."
Your grip on him tightened, your walls squeezing him so intensely that he too could no longer hold back. With a final, powerful thrust, he succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, finding release within you.
The room filled with breathless moans of satisfaction. As you both came down from , your orgasms, your bodies still intertwined, Byounggon's voice filled the air. "That was incredible," he murmured, "I can't get enough of you."
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