An immortal being falling in love with a mortal never ends well. That’s what he had been told, but you can’t stop love. And nothing, not even a few centuries can stop him from finding it again. Even at the cost of his immortality.
A/N: The number of chapters and their names are subject to change, depending on whether I get carried away or not. Hopefully, I can actually keep this schedule. This is both a masterlist and my “roadmap.”
A cold evening in December, your breaths coming out in visible puffs as you walk through the town. Christmas lights making the streets light and festive, even though the sun has long set. Rubbing your hands together to warm them as you adore the Christmas spirit in the air.
Hui
A night at the end of summer. The relief of finally falling asleep after the merciless summer heat has kept you restless for hours. The temperatures cooling down enough to make you pull your covers over your tired body before you fall into a deep and peaceful slumber.
Hongseok
The break of dawn on a spring day. Being outside so early, it's like you're the only person in the world. The air is clean and fresh and the streets are calm, devoid of traffic at this hour. Birds are chirping in the trees. The world feels untouched.
Shinwon
A sunny day at the end of September, when autumn is still new and golden. Long coats and thin scarfs. Taking a long walk without any specific destination. Kicking the red and yellow leaves with your feet as you walk past them and watching them flutter back to the ground.
Changgu
A day in early summer, warm enough to wear just a t-shirt, but not hot enough to make you sweaty. Eating watermelon slices by the lake and dipping your feet into the cool water. The sound of laughter and the splashing of water as you play by the shore. Freckled cheeks turning red from the sunlight.
Yanan
The time between spring and summer. Wild flowers blooming on the meadows and grass tickling your bare feet. The gentle buzzing of the bees around you, flying from one flower to the next. Watching the white clouds slowly moving over the blue sky.
Yuto
The sunset after a calm day at the beginning of fall. The setting sun painting the city in red and purple. Appreciating the beauty of small things, like the way the colorful sky reflects in the puddles on your street, or the sound of your best friend's laughter.
Kino
The first day of spring. Flowers breaking through the melting snow, leaving dots of green and red and purple in the gardens. It's still cold outside, but the sun warms the tip of your nose. Taking a deep breath of the fresh air that smells like new beginnings and the chance to reinvent yourself.
Wooseok
A stormy afternoon in November, the sky dark with clouds and rain drops making a steady rhythm against your windows. Staying inside, wrapped in cozy blankets on the couch. A hot chocolate in your hands, your favorite movie running on TV. Feeling warm and comfortable, safe from the biting wind outside.
We should see what it’s all about,” giggled Miku, stopping to observe the host club across the street.
“I’ve never been in a host club before,” added Saeko. One of the young hosts had already noticed you and was making his way across the street.
A short time later you found yourself in the middle of what was essentially speed dating with the available hosts for the night. You kept glancing down the table at Saeko and Miku. The two of them hadn’t stopped giggling since the first host had walked up to you outside. At least the drinks were basically free for the next hour and the hosts were nice enough, if not too nice. None of them had impressed you yet.
The manager called out that it was time for the hosts to rotate and you thanked your current partner then lifted your drink to your lips before the next one came along.
“Good evening.” You glanced up to find the next host standing in front of you, bowing deeply. You were stunned when he looked up to meet your gaze. You choked on your drink and tried to hide it with a quiet cough.
“Hello.”
That moment was the start of something you’d never seen coming.
Despite how busy you were with your career, you always had friends to hang out with and always made time for them. Now though, if you felt lonely, you went to host club. You were a regular on Monday and Thursday nights. For three months, you’d been visiting the club regularly. You were seeing him more often than you’d seen any of your boyfriends in the past. You were giving him more things than you’d given your boyfriend in the past. You’d started by taking Jinyoung small gifts: souvenirs from train stations when you went on trips, local delicacies, and books you thought he might like.
This time though, you felt like gifting him something more. You’d found a watch while you were shopping for this season’s latest fashion. You’d dressed in one of those new outfits, hoping to impress.
Jinyoung smiled as soon as he saw you.
“Good evening. You look lovely tonight. The usual?” he questioned, leading you to your table. You nodded as you took your seat. He bowed before making his way to the bar. When he returned with the bottle of sake, he immediately poured you both a glass. You waited until he had seated himself next to you, then removed the box from your bag offering it to him with both hands.
He looked slightly confused as he accepted the box. HIs eyes widened when he opened it and he looked up at you.
“This is for me?”
“Of course, I always bring you a gift,” you laughed awkwardly, afraid that maybe he didn’t like the gift.
“Not like this.” He was studying the watch, then he stood and bowed deeply. “Thank you, Y/N.”
When he was sitting next to you again, you helped him put on the new watch. Seeing how impressed he was with the watch as he admired it on his wrist, you told yourself that you would continue to bring him gifts like this.
The manager informed you that Jinyoung was with another patron, away from the premises. You’d be lying if you said that your feelings weren’t a little hurt, even though you knew that it was his job. You were just a part of his job, nothing more. No amount of gifts or hours or money was going to change that. But you had a regular schedule and he’d always been available to you. He could've at least appreciated your patronage enough to respect your regular schedule. You debated leaving, but then a thought occurred to you and you just had to try. You’d make him regret missing out on seeing you tonight.
You asked the manager if you could have a different host for the evening. He looked stunned. He’d probably never been asked that before and he probably hadn’t expected to hear that from you. Then he nodded. He wouldn’t normally allow this, but as you were a regular and they gained a lot of revenue from you he wasn’t about to turn you away. He gave you the host menu and waited quietly as you looked through it.
After quickly browsing the menu, you decided on Hiromi, who sometimes joined you and Jinyoung when the club was slow. You knew that you enjoyed his company at least.
He joined you immediately, a gorgeous smile on his face. The idea of gaining one of the extravagant gifts that you generally reserved for Jinyoung was probably on his mind. The two of you shared drinks and chatted, but Jinyoung wasn’t showing up. After a little while you’d convinced Hiromi to tell you where Jinyoung had gone with the other woman. When you asked if he wanted to go with you to the karaoke bar, he smiled at you mischievously as agreed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” questioned Jinyoung, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you against the wall. You’d never seen him with this look before. He was pissed. His gaze shifted to the room that he’d just watched you leave. You’d stepped out as he parted ways with the other woman for the night. “Why are you with Hiromi?”
“You weren’t available,” you offered with a pout. “Your manager didn’t want me to be displeased.”
Jinyoung wasn’t amused. His attention was on you again.
“You asked for someone else?”
“You were away. I didn’t want to drink alone.”
He leaned in closer to you.
“I thought I was the only host that had ever impressed you,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. “Did you give him a gift also?”
“What if I did? Are you jealous, Jinyoung?” you teased.
“I’m disgusted,” he growled, but nothing about his body language said ‘disgusted’. He stood back, studying you. You both glanced looked up as Hiromi opened the door and stepped into the hallway. He paused in his attempt to close the door quietly when he realized that your attention was on him. He pointed down the hall.
“I’ll see you later, Y/N. It was fun hanging out with you tonight.” He winked at you before making his way down the hall. When you looked at Jinyoung again, his attention was already back on you. He knew what you’d been up to. Nothing got past him and that was part of his charm.
You’d swiped through the options before settling on one that you felt suited Jinyoung the most. Price didn’t matter so you hadn’t paid attention to that. The room lived up to your expectations, but Jinyoung paid no mind to the room at all. His eyes were on you. He wasn’t getting paid for this, but the night was still all about you.
“Where’s my gift?” He questioned, surprising you as he placed a soft kiss to your neck. He slid your jacket off your shoulders and placed another kiss to the soft skin that was revealed. “You didn’t give it to Hiromi, right?” The straps of your dress were the next articles of clothing to be slipped off your body. You shivered, but not from the air that hit your bare skin as your brand new dress fell into a heap on the floor. “That’d really be a shame.” His mouth was right next to your ear as he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you backwards into his chest.
You stumbled slightly in your heels as they got caught on your dress, but his steady hands didn’t let you fall.
“I left it with your manager,” you breathed out quietly. He chuckled quietly.
“Good, if you had given it to someone else, I think it would’ve completely ruined the mood.”
You kicked the dress out of the way and turned to face him.
“I’d never give your gift to anyone else,” you assured him, untucking his shirt. He cupped your face in his hands as he leaned down to kiss you. You’d started to unbutton his shirt, but the kiss caught you off guard. Instead your fingers curled into his shirt, searching for something to keep you grounded. He deepened the kiss opening his mouth against yours. He dropped one hand to your waist, holding you steady as he backed you toward the bed.
He let you go as stumbled backwards onto the bed. Your eyes met as he started to finish the job that you’d started of unbuttoning his shirt.
“You’re wearing the shirt I gave you,” you breathed out. He smirked.
“Yeah, I always wear the gifts you give me. Now it’s my turn to do the giving.” He smiled, discarding the shirt into a pile with your dress. You barely had time to take in how gorgeous his body was. The next moment he was pushing you backwards onto the bed and covering your body with his own. He placed a kiss to your lips and then moved his lips to your chest. He paused to look up at you. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word, okay?”
“Okay” you breathed out quietly, nodding eagerly. You were trembling in anticipation of his next move. You gasped as he brushed a thumb over your nipple and then his mouth was on the other. You moaned and curled your fingers into his short hair. He was barely doing anything and you were already a mess. You’d been thinking about this for way too long.
He pulled away to glance up at you with a smirk before moving down further to pull off your underwear. He looked up at you again. “So, tell me, what do you want?”
“Please, Jinyoung. I want you.” You almost didn’t recognize your own voice. You’d never had to beg for anything. He nodded, standing up to finish removing his clothes. He was over you again, his lips pressed to yours as he thrust his hips shallowly between your folds to gather your moisture before gently pushing in. You both moaned out. One of his hands found yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pinned your hand above your head.
His lips never left yours, even as he propped himself up on one arm so he could slip the other between your bodies to rub circles around your clit. He barely pulled away for breath. When he finally pulled away completely, it was only so he could watch your face as you came. He came undone shortly after, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as his hips jerked against yours.
He rolled onto his side next to you.
“This isn’t going to stop, is it?” he asked, You shook your head.
“I like when you give me gifts too,” you whispered. He smiled at you, pulling you into his arms.
You haven’t left the apartment in two days. The curtains are pulled shut. There are takeout boxes on the coffee table from the night before and unwashed coffee cups in the sink from the previous two mornings. The clothes on the floor are from two nights ago, left where they were dropped as you’d undressed each other. The comforter is falling off the end of the bed, unneeded, forgotten.
The mess doesn’t matter though. These things seem trivial. He’s home and you can’t seem to waste time worrying about those things. Not yet. Not when you can be wrapped up in his arms all weekend instead. Every moment is too precious. Especially when you know the next day you have to go back to reality.
You’re straddling his waist, fingers intertwined with his. When you lean in for a kiss, he pushes his arms straight up, holding you at bay. His grin is huge and goofy and your heart swells. You smile back at him, despite the kiss you’ve been denied.
He chuckles and lets you back down to his level, where you claim your kiss. You pin his hands to the bed as you rest on top of him. You let go of one of his hands, only so that you can run your fingers through his short hair.
He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes.
“You should call in sick tomorrow.” He’s very serious about it too.
“I don’t think they’d believe me,” you whispered. You kissed him again, catching his bottom lip between your teeth. He let out a quiet groan.
“Two days is not enough for me.” He flipped your positions so that you were underneath him and he was propped up on one forearm. His thumb brushed gently over your cheekbone. “Tell them that your man just got back from his enlistment and he deserves more than just two days. Tell them that he missed you like crazy and you were all that he could think about everyday. Hell, take the whole week off. Tell them that I’m taking you somewhere. Any where that you want. Everything else can wait.”
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