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Part 2
In the end you didn't talk to him after class. The Professor had snagged him to talk about his latest paper and you took the chance to run away. Yonghwa wasn't the guy you had been imagining.
These past few months you had been picturing an entirely different guy. Yonghwa was...not the guy for you. You had nothing in common except for your competitive natures and that didn't make for a good relationship since neither of you wanted to be the one to make a move.
Were you disappointed? You weren't sure. Yonghwa was a handsome guy but that wasn't all that you needed in a boyfriend. You wanted someone who you didn't want to punch most of the time. Yonghwa didn't exactly fit those qualifications.
So for the next week you stayed away from your phone and from your laptop. You even skipped class just to avoid him. It was pathetic but it was necessary. (At least in your fucked up head)..
However you were still attending your other classes so there was always some sort of danger. Campus was pretty big though so chances of escaping without a Yonghwa encounter were good.
So you weren't as alert as you should have been as you crossed the street that ran through campus, finished your classes for the day. You were watching the end of the street where the bus stop was, trying to decide based on the amount of people there whether or not the bus had just come.
It was a silly mistake because it was that moment of letting your guard down that Yonghwa suddenly appeared in your vision. Your eyes widened and you stopped, as if frozen.
"Hey," he said shyly. He kicked the ground with the tip of his shoe.
Trapped.
"Hey," you weren't sure what else to say.
"Can we talk? I know you're avoiding me but I think we need to talk," he said.
You bit your lip and glanced at the bus stop one last night. The bus was rounding the corner. Well...no choice but to face this like a big girl.
"Sure," you said.
You walked through campus towards a small building that held one of the many student lounges. It was out of the way so it was the least popular of them. There were only a few students in there when you arrived.
You sat down, shrugging off your heavy winter coat, gloves and your scarf.
"I'm sorry," Yonghwa said quickly. "I should have told you."
"Told me...you knew who I was?" you asked, frowning. He had seemed so shocked to hear about your email buddy.
"I thought it was you but I didn't want to make a fool of myself if I was wrong. Especially since it was clear how you felt about me as Yonghwa. You liked Jaeson better. I wanted to be Jaeson," he said.
Your mouth felt incredibly dry. "So Jaeson isn't real? He was fake?"
Yonghwa shook his head, leaning a bit closer. His hand came up as if he were going to touch you then be brought it down again. "He's real..he's just a more confident version of me. He knows how to talk to you in a real way. I don't know how to do anything but try and prove to you that I'm smart."
That wasn't the answer you had expected. You buried your face in your hands. "That sounds like me. It's so easy to be confident when there is a screen between us."
"How do you feel right now?" he asked.
"Confused?" you answered honestly.
"Why?" His eyes were wide and eager. He must have sensed the way you were wavering.
"Well...I thought that I hated you. You're so obnoxious and you're a bit of a jerk but...online you weren't like that. You were sweet and I really liked you. Even if you refused to meet in person," you signed.
"I tried. I almost asked you to meet so many times but I kept thinking about how you looked at me in real life and I chickened out. I thought if we kept talking online I could make you really really like me so in person it wouldn't matter who I was," Yonghwa said.
"That's stupid," you blurted. His face fell. "But I understand where you're coming from."
"What are the odds that I could have another chance? In person this time?"
You hesitated for a moment then smiled. "Sure."
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In fact you gave him many more chances. For the next few weeks your dates became more and more frequent. To the point where you were seeing each other everyday and you hated leaving him.
If people called this the honeymoon phase of a relationship, you understood why people dated.
Being with Yonghwa made you feel great. He made you feel pretty and smart and wanted. Being with him was just...exciting. And from how he was acting you were pretty sure he felt the same way.
"No don't go," he whined playfully, hugging you around the waist. You had been attempting to get off the couch to go home for the night but his grip pulled you back onto the couch.
"It's getting late," you told him, but you settled into his hold.
Good job holding your ground, you scolded inside your head. You were basically telling him you didn't want to go.
"You can stay here," he said hesitantly.
You were both silent as he waited for your answer and you debated what you wanted to say. You wanted to say yes, that much was clear but was it...appropriate? You had only been together for a couple of weeks now. You weren't quite sure of proper dating etiquette.
"I..."
"I'm sorry, you don't have to. I can walk you home," he began to stand up.
"No, no it's okay...I'll stay. I just...I don't have a toothbrush or pjs or anything," you told him.
"I have an extra toothbrush! And you can borrow some of my clothes, no worries," he said.
You nodded. "Ah..okay, can I shower before...ah..bed?"
He smiled. "Sure let me get you something to wear."
You walked to the bathroom and minutes later Yonghwa was there, handing you a shirt and boxers. "There are towels in the cabinet."
You nodded and met his eyes. He grinned and stooped low to kiss you on the mouth. It was just a quick kiss, much more innocent that the kisses you had shared the past few weeks but it was enough to make your body tremble.
You showered as quickly as possible, your hands shaking with the knowledge of what was about to happen. You scrubbed until you felt cleaner than you ever had in your life and then went out to meet him.
Yonghwa was still on the couch when you finished. He grinned at you over his shoulder and put his arms out for you. You crawled onto the couch, slipping into his arms.
He kissed your forehead and he chuckled. "You smell like me."
You giggled and pressed your face into his chest. "Bed?"
He nodded. "Let me shower and then I'll join you."
He grabbed clothes to change into then went to shower. You laid in his bed, blankets up to your chin, wondering if you were going to live long enough for him to get back. You were so nervous, your stomach was twisting uncomfortably and you felt restless. Maybe you should have just gone home.
It was too late, he was coming into the room, rubbing his wet hair with a towel.
"Hey," he smiled as he tossed the towel into the hamper and slid into the bed. He pulled you close and kissed your forehead again.
"Hey," you said, arms going around him without thought.
"I'm really happy that you gave me a chance," he said. "I really like you."
"I really like you too," you whispered.
He laughed. "You're nervous."
"Obviously," you swatted at his chest and he crushed you in a hug.
"Don't worry. I'll be gentle," he promised.
The room was silent for a moment before you felt air swish in front of your face and his lips touched yours.
Your anxiety seemed to slip away as his lips worked against yours. You opened your mouth to him, your body shivered as his tongue touched yours.
You moaned, leaning closer. He splayed his fingers on your back, dragging you against the hard line of his body. He slid a leg between your thighs and continued to kiss you.
You pulled back only when you needed to breath and he continued down your neck, his mouth was hot and wet as he teased your flesh.
You inhaled deeply, trying to control your breathing as he nipped at your collar bone and slid his hand below your butt. He tugged your hard against his crotch, your hips connecting with his hardness.
As if working independent of your body, your hands tangled in his hair, forcing his mouth up to yours once again. He grunted into your open mouth as he pressed his hips closer.
Suddenly, he rolled over your body, trapping you between him and the bed. You gasped, feeling breathless as he smiled down at you.
"Okay so far?"
You licked your dry lips and nodded. "Y-yeah."
It took less than a second for him to go back to kissing you. One arm was next to your head, the other sliding down your body.
You felt his hand slide over your chest, gently teasing your breasts until your nipples were hard as rock and aching for more direct attention.
"Y-Yonghwa," your voice was shaky as you said his name.
He seemed to understand and pulled the shirt you were wearing over his head.
"It's a shame I had to take that off. My clothes look better on you," he smirked as his head went for your bare breasts.
You had no time to feel embarrassed about your body because he was already licking and sucking at your chest. His tongue worshipping your flesh and making your body hot with need.
Whimpers fell from your lips as you spread your legs, pressing your wanting core against the bulge in his pj bottoms. You suddenly needed all his clothes gone right away. You were so ready for this.
He took his time though, working your body to it's breaking point. His tongue skimmed your entire body, hands gently massaging and teasing. He pulled the boxers from your body, mouth and fingers touching your wetness and building the pleasure.
Each flick of his tongue against your clit had your gasping and weakly tugging at his hair. You couldn't breath.
"Please Yonghwa, now," you whispered, hands finding his shoulders and scratching lightly. You could grip him as tightly as you wanted, your limbs were so heavy with desire.
"You sure?" he asked.
You nodded. "Yeah, please, I'm ready."
He reached into the table next to his bed and pulled out a condom. He kissed you as he worked it into his length. You realized, through your clouded thoughts, that you hadn't even touched him and he was already hard and ready. You were too desperate to stop now but next time you wanted to touch him, to explore his body.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and held your breath as he entered you. You flinched. He was going slow but it still hurt. You shifted uncomfortable and hugged him tighter.
"Are you okay?"
You hesitated.
"Be honest," he said, nuzzling your neck.
"It hurts," you said. "But don't stop. I can take it."
His kisses became slower, more passionate, his body stopped it's entrance as his hands danced over your body. You felt that powerful need building again and he slowly pushed all the way in.
"Okay?"
You nodded, feeling short of breath. "Yeah, it's good."
Lips met as he began to thrust inside of you, each drag of his length against your inner walls became less painful until it was only a bearable throb. It never went away but you could handle it.
You felt his hand between your bodies, his thumb pressed against your clit and you gasped. That helped. Oh god that made it so much better.
He had to pull back to touch that part of you but he kept touching your body, reassuring you of his closeness.
You were sweating and panting by the time your body contracted, having found its orgasm. You shuddered, weakly saying his name, barely more than a gasp. Tingles of pleasure raced through your body, making your limbs feel weaker.
He groaned, hips moving faster, desperate to reach his own completion.
You touched his chest, fingers trailing down towards his hip bones and he nearly fell into you. He breathed into your neck, hips snapping forcefully with the power of his release.
Yonghwa kissed the side of your neck as he pulled from your body and collapsed next to you.
After a few moments of trying to breath properly you turned to look at him. His eyes were heavy, wanting sleep.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
You shook your head, despite the fact that you felt that throb of pain from his entrance. "I'm okay."
He smiled and nodded, finding his shirt and pulling it over your head. "Okay, sleep now."
You nodded, willingly relaxing into his arms when he grabbed you. You fell asleep smiling.
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Omg I'm so sorry for not posting in so long! I just had the last two months of school which was filled with exams and final exams! And I just got back from Korea this week! I spent a wonder two weeks in the place of my dreams. Korea is amazing! The city is beautiful, the people are friendly, the sites are like something out of a movie. I hardly believed it was real. I got home and cried in the shower, after 6 years I've finally been to Korea and I loved every minute of it! Now only a year and a bit and I can go back to teach!
Side: I saw all four members of Miss A, all without makeup, they are so beautiful~! I saw Changmin from 2AM, Chansub and Ilhoon fron BTOB and Hakyeon from VIXX! And my favourite of all....Taecyeon from 2PM! I saw him and burst into tears, I love 2PM and Taecyeon so much, it was wonderful to see him in real life! I can't believe how lucky I am to have seen these people~
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Part 1
You glared over the edge of your book across the library where your self declared nemesis sat. You gritted your teeth in frustration. He was supposed to be a nerd. What kind of nerd looked like that?!
There was something inherently wrong about this whole situation. He wasn't supposed to be that beautiful or smart. It was against the laws of nature, you could not be both.
Except he was. And you wanted to beat him over the head with an ugly stick. Too bad those things didn't work.
A ding coming from your laptop caused you to look away from that fool Yonghwa. A smile stole your features.
It was Jaeson. About three months ago you had begun talking to him on a dating site for your university. You had not met in person yet, he was always so busy...you tried not to dwell on the fact that his constant postponing of your meeting could only mean bad things.
One simple message from him could make you the happiness girl in the room. And here it was, another message.
You bit your lip and opened the instant message screen.
Are you getting excited for Christmas vacation?
Your fingers shook as you pressed them against the keys.This was what you were waiting for. Christmas was the season of couples, it would be a perfect time for you to meet Jaeson wouldn't it? Okay so maybe couple wasn't the right word to use since you had never actually met each other in person. But there were feelings involved right? There was something between you and Jaeson right?
A little? My room mates are going home for the Christmas but I'm staying here. It's going to be a little lonely.
You immediately wished you hadn't said that. Being online gave you a confidence you didn't have in real life, it made you unafraid of honesty. But you didn't want to force Jaeson into anything.
Another response.
I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that. I know you don't have anyone to spend the holidays with.
Your face fell. That wasn't the response that you wanted to see. You wanted him to offer to meet you!
Maybe this wasn't going anywhere.
Jaeson is typing...
Your heart jumped. Maybe he was going to say something else!
The typing warning went away. Came back. Went away. Came back. He was hesitating. What did he want to say?! You sighed and buried your face in your hands. Was this a waste of your time?
You know, I haven't decided if I'm going to go home for the holidays yet...
You looked up, shocked at his response. Were you dreaming? Was this it?!
Your eyes met Yonghwas. He was staring at you too his face scrunched up, eyes narrowed.
You frowned at him and he looked away. He focused back on his computer, quickly typing away. When his fingers left the key board you hear a ding on your own laptop.
Frowning at the coincidence, you turned back to the laptop.
He had typed your name followed by Where are you right now?
You had to reread it a few times before you understood what he meant. Did he want to meet you?!
You quickly typed back, telling him that you were in one of the libraries on campus.
You became aware that Yonghwa was moving. He slammed his laptop shut and jammed it into his bag. His eyes met yours, he was completely panicked. He turned and dashed from the library.
You remained there, feeling more confused that you ever had. You looked back to your screen.
Jaeson is offline.
No.
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The next day you sat down in your regular seat in your fourth year English seminar and were shocked to see Yonghwa was sitting next to you. Normally he sat across the room.
He looked at you as you sat down. "Hey."
His voice was barely more than a whisper.
"Um...hi?"
"Can I sit here?" he asked.
Your hands shook as your butt touched the seat. Why was he suddenly talking to you like this? Previously all your encounters with Yonghwa had been heated academic debates, both of you trying to one up the other.
"I guess," you said, shrugging.
He nodded. "Okay, thanks."
A minute of awkward silence later and he was talking again."Hey so... I saw you in the library yesterday."
"Ah..yeah I saw you too," you nodded.
"You looked a little lost," he said. His hair was falling in front of his eyes. You found yourself getting distracted by how soft it looked.
He said your name to get you to pay attention.
"Oh...ah yeah," you replied dumbly. What did he want?
"Are you okay?" Yonghwa geniunely concerned
Was he Jaeson? Was there any possible way that he was the man you had been talking to for all these months?
"Umm..yeah?"
He leaned a fraction of an inch closer. "You don't sound like it."
Feeling cornered you snapped, "Why did you run away from the library yesterday?"
Yonghwa blinked, clearly shocked. He sat back in his seat, crossing his arms. "I had to go to the bathroom."
You frowned at him. His gaze darted from you to the door.
"You look like you're going to run again," you commented.
Now he was beginning to look uncomfortable.
"Maybe I have to go to the bathroom again," he said. Was he blushing?
You turned your chair to look at him. "Yonghwa what are you playing at? You're acting weird."
"Weird? No, no weird. I'm acting normal," he shook his head.
"That's funny because normal is you correcting me every time I speak. Normal is acting like a know it all and smirking at me every time the professor compliments your papers. Normal is not sitting next to me and asking if I'm okay,"
He was blushing. "Maybe I want to change normal?"
You shook your head. There was no way this guy could be Jaeson. He was not eloquent or smooth the way Jaeson was.
"I'm so confused."
You looked up to see Krystal entering the room, staring at both of you. She was the most outspoken of your friends and not afraid to be a little sassy in public.
"Yonghwa you're in my seat," she said, shooing him away with her handbag. "Did you let him sit here?"
You were so shocked that you didn't know what to say.
"Go sit somewhere else today Barbie, today she's sitting with me," Yonghwa said. He crossed his arms again, defensively. He sat straighter in his seat.
Krystal looked like she had witness him growing a second head. She shook her own head and threw her hands up. "This is really cute. Yonghwa has developed a crush on my room mate. Good luck comparing to her little email buddy."
"KRYSTAL!" Embarassment bloomed on your face, red blotches covering your chest. "Shut up!"
Yonghwa turned to look at you, eyes wide. "Email buddy?"
You pushed your chair back a little. "I don't know what she's talking about."
Yonghwa bit his lip. Your eyes dropped, watching the movement. His tongue swiped out. As if in slow motion you watched him lick his lip and your stomach flipped.
Oh god, what were you feeling?
You forced your eyes from his face, searching for a safer place. They ended up in his crotch area.
Definitely not safer. Especially because you found it hard to think safe thoughts while looking there.
He said your name and your head snapped up. He didn't say anything.
Before he could carry on the Professor was entering the class and starting his greeting.
You had to know if Yonghwa was Jaeson. You had to prove to yourself that the Jaeson you knew was not the man you had considered your academic rival since you entered university.
Without thinking you grabbed your phone and dialled Jaesons number.
When Yonghwas phone rang you weren't surprised. You had known deep down.
He scrambled to turn it off, apologizing to the professor.
He turned to look at you, eyes wide. "After class, we need to talk."
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"I'm sorry babe, I can't get home tonight," You boyfriend, Hongjun sighed into the phone. "This new song is now coming together. I need to get it to YG soon, Lee Hi is ready for her comeback."
You stifled your sigh and tried to cover it with a cough. "Okay, that's fine."
"I know it's not," Hongjun said. He mimicked your sigh. "I wish I could be there for you more."
"It's okay I'm getting used to sleeping alone," you hadn't meant to say that. It came out before you could stop it.
"Oh baby please don't say that. You know that I don't mean to stay in this studio all night long. I miss you, " he was using his desperate voice.
"Miss me how?" you asked, raising your eyebrow. He only used that voice when he was feeling particularly needy.
He hesitated because he knew you well enough to know that this line of questioning was going to lead you both to a dangerous place.
"Every way, I want to be able to take you on dates, spend the whole day with you and then all night wrapped in your arms," he started.
"Do you remember that time we went to the beach?" you asked.
He laughed, a strained laugh. "Do you expect me to forget that? It was the day I learned I was screwed. You begged me to have sex with you in public!"
"You didn't put up much of a fight..."
He laughed. "What can I say? I'm whipped."
"Maybe we should relive that moment-"
"Ah fuck babe we have to stop, I'm already reacting to you and you're not even here. I need to get this work done," Hongjun insisted, he sounded uncomfortable. Hmm just imagining his reaction to you was enough to get your body humming with anticipation.
"So much for whipped," you sighed.
"I promise I'll make it up to you soon okay?"
You nodded as if he could see the movement then quickly added, "Don't worry it's really okay. I love you."
"I love you too," you heard the sound of a kiss and knew he had kissed his phone.
You returned it without hesitation. "Bye bye."
"Bye,"
And the line disconnected.
But you weren't satisfied. And something told you that neither was he.
You entered the YG building, waving to the night security guard at the desk. She smiled at you in recognition and greeting, happy for the brief distraction from the long, lonely night.
You walked to the elevator, eyes anxiously watching the numbers light up as you got closer to your hard working boyfriend.
When the doors opened your skin felt damn, you were sweating and getting nervous. Maybe you were making a big mistake. Hongjun was busy, it was stupid of you to go and interrupt him.
But maybe he needed a distraction? It had been three weeks since you had been able to spend any real time together. It was always this way right before a YG group had a comeback but this time it hurt more. You were craving his company.
You stepped out of the elevator, your choice made. You had come all the way down to the studio, you couldn't turn back now.
Your feet knew the way to where Hongjun would be, he was normally in the same place. You had taken this route many times before. However, never for this purpose.
One last deep breath outside his work room and you were ready. Sort of. Once you knocked there was you had to be ready.
"Come in!" His voice send shivers down your spine, just hearing him speak made you feel so lucky. No one could be a better boyfriend than Hongjun.
You opened the door, poking your head in. Surprised eyes met yours.
"Babe, what are you doing here?" He spun around fulling in his chair and you bit your lip. He was so hot.
He was wearing his black leather jacket with the cheetah spots that you had bought together during a day trip to Hongdae, a black hoodie and his signature black cap over the hoodie.
Once again you were feeling stupid. This really was a mistake.
"I couldn't sleep," you said, "I thought I could just spend some time with you. You can still work, I'll just lay down over here."
No that wasn't your plan but things like this needed to be eased in.
He frowned, "Are you okay?"
"What do you mean?" you closed the door behind you and tilted your head to the side.
Hongjun shrugged. "It's just that...well you're so independent, you've never needed me to sleep."
You mimicked his shrug because you didn't know what else to do. You were feeling very awkward and you wished you had just gone home when you had this feeling down in the elevator.
"Something is really wrong isn't it," he frowned. "You're acting so strange! Come here."
He opened his arms and you rushed to him. You slid into his lap and pressed your face into his neck.
"Tell me what's wrong?"
"Nothing," you said but you hugged him tighter. "I just missed you. I guess more than I thought."
"I'm so sorry," you felt his lips at the side of your head. "I didn't mean to make you upset. I promise the moment-"
You kissed his neck. "It's not your fault."
He was silent. You kissed again, this time it was an open kiss, tongue tasting his skin. His hands tightened around you.
"We can't," he whispered but he made no move to push you away. Instead he remained still as you kissed up the line of his neck, sucking just gently enough to make him squirm but not enough to leave a mark.
"Okay, I'll stop," you whispered, licking the shell of his ear. He shivered, fingers sliding down your back. Despite your words, you made no move to actually stop.
You felt hot skin touch your lower back, his hands were finding their way under your shirt. You sighed happily, urging him further.
"We have...if we do this it has to be quick," Hongjun said. "We can't get caught."
"You don't think YG would like it?" you asked, the naughty giggle that slipped through your lips was entirely unlike you and it caused Hongjuns eyes to widen.
"I don't think I want to be sharing this with YG," Hongjun smirked, regaining his composure.
"Then I guess it's good that I left the house with less clothes than I usually wear," you raised an eyebrow. You shifted on his lap so your thighs spread around him, knees on either side of his chair, it was just large enough to accommodate you both.
He frowned, but with a quick lift to your skirt he realized that you were sans panties.
"Y-Yeah, I guess it's good," he replied. You had never seen him so stunned but yet again you had never been this pushy.
In seconds your mouths were locking, tongues sliding and exploring, teeth clashing but no pain registered because his hands were sliding up your shirt, warm palms cupping your breasts.
Your breath came out in a shudder, mixing with his. Your mouths reconnected after a second of breathing. Just this teasing has your body throbbing, begging for so much more. The space between your legs was burning for him.
Your hands trailed down his chest, pulling away just far enough to slide the zipper down on his sweater. Your hands pushed his t-shirt up and your fingertips danced along his warm chest.
Your moans echoed through the empty room as his hips bucked up, the zipper of his jeans pressing against the inside of your thigh.
The subtle hint had your hands continuing down his chest, swirling around his belly button. You felt his hand reached behind your head and pull your face harder against his, your lips bruised with the delicious force.
Your fingers managed to shakily open the button of his jeans. He groaned slightly, his approval of where your hands were heading. You pulled at his pants but your progress was hindered by the fact that you were sitting in his lap and he was sitting on his pants.
He sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist. He lifted you slightly and then his own hips, pulling down his pants with the free hand. The moment he pulled them down far enough to reveal his cock you forced his hips back down.
"Hmm, baby, you're throbbing for me," you purred into his ear, hand wrapping around his length. His skin was soft and hot, you wanted him inside you so bad you felt like you would cry if things didn't move fast enough.
He growled, this time both hands forcing your head to where he wanted it, he was leaning forward, dominating your mouth, tongue forcing its way into your willing mouth. His hips were already rocking, his length slipping between your thighs. You felt the head bump against your opening. You whimpered with want.
"Hmm you need me don't you, baby girl?" Hongjun pressed your foreheads together, your ragged breath mixing. "Is this how needy my girl gets when I leave her alone for too long? How long have you been craving this? Did I make you sad today when I said I wouldn't be coming home?"
You could only nod, no words forming properly.
"Don't worry," he said, mouth sucking on your neck. "I'll make it up to you, you ready?"
You responded by reaching down again and grabbing what you wanted. You lowered yourself onto him and sighed, it was a sound torn between desperation and satisfaction. It felt so good just to be stretched by him.
You felt him tug on your hair, demanding your mouth again. He was always so turned on by kissing, he loved the feeling of your tongues against each other, your small moans, the way your lips would get swollen and red.
"Take control," he rasped, pulling back to look at your face, his eyes dazed. "Ride me hard."
Your hands clenched on his shoulders his words sending heat straight to your core.
Starting slowly, you used your thighs to push yourself up, each inch of his cock slid against your inner walls, you moaned helplessly and pressed your face into his shoulder. His hands landed on your hips, he allowed you to control the force of your thrusts but his fingertips dug into your skin, clearly this slow pace was driving him crazy.
"Hard baby, please," his voice cracked with the request. You kissed him on the lips again, a quick peck and gave him what he wanted.
You muscles strained with each thrust, pleasure rocketing through your body, your stomach clenching in anticipation.
You panted, feeling the pleasure grow, speeding up to the point where the chair was shaking. He was whispering your name, his desperation clear.
"Close," he managed to grind out through clenched teeth. His hand slipped towards where your bodies were connected and teased your clit.
You gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure. "More."
Once again your mouths locked in a desperate kiss and his fingers played you with ease. You didn't even have time to warn him, your brain going blank as your muscles clenched and suddenly you were shaking with the force of your orgasm. Your thighs shook, unable to hold you up.
Hongjun grasped your hips, lifting you slightly and he thrust into you over and over until he was swearing and collapsing into the chair.
Your body went limp over his and he kissed your forehead. He hugged you closer and you felt safe and happy.
"Sorry to interrupt," you whispered.
He barked out a laugh. "I've never had a better interruption."
He rubbed your back until you were half asleep and he pulled you off. He yanked his pants back up and lowered you onto the small couch on the side. You felt him kiss your face again and you smiled sleepily. "Cuddle with me."
"A little more work and then I promise."
You nodded and fell asleep. When you woke up in the morning he was snuggled next to you, both of your bodies slotted together like puzzle pieces.
You knew something was wrong before you even opened your eyes. You felt a presence in your room, something with dark intentions, it had the tell tale sign of the Shadow. You wanted to move but your body felt too heavy.
Just as you opened your eyes, bodies descended on you, covering your mouth with tape and your eyes with rough, itchy fabric, tying the knot tight around your head.
You flailed in an attempt to get away but your hands were bound and seconds later your feet followed. Your body refused to move. Now you could no longer even quick. Within seconds you passed out again.
Nichkhun was that last thing you saw before you passed out.
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When you opened your eyes you were staring at trees. Lots of them. From the tingling of your body you knew that you were in the Shade Forest. All Shadows came from this forest.
You were on a sort of stage, your bodied tied tightly to a pole, you could not move at all. You yanked as hard as possible but it only served as a way to hurt yourself.
You saw the hovering cameras around you and felt your heart clench. You had been found out. This was your punishment for fraternizing with the future King.
"I'm untouched," you cried out. "I am still a virgin!"
A voice echoed around you, the name of your Superior. "We know that you have given your heart to someone."
"But not my body!" You cried out. You could not deny that you had indeed fallen in love with Nichkhun, you would not betray the love that you had for him by denying him.
"If does not matter," the voice continued. "After the heart soon follows the body. You have been given a great gift and you were going to throw it away for a man. You are weak and do not deserve to have the love of the Master. From this moment on we strip you of your title. You are now an example for the rest of the world. If you reject the Master, he rejects you."
You clenched your jaw, legs going weak. "No, please, I didn't reject him, I never would-"
"You were going to give him up for desires of the body. This is nothing less than a rejection. No one has done this to you but yourself. The fault is entirely yours."
You thought of Nichkhun and knew that there was no way to save yourself. But you would be happy with the fact that he would not be killed.
"Why are you smiling?" the voice asked.
"Normally the punishment for this would be death to both those involved. In this case...my love will be safe. You can not kill the future King," you leaned back against the pole. It was only a matter of minutes before they dropped the shields around the stage you were on and the Shadows came after you. You knew you were bound with special chains that would block your powers. You were doomed.
Suddenly there was more laughter. It wasn't your own. It was that of your Superior.
"No, you deluded young girl, the Prince is not safe. He has broken the laws of this country as well. No man shall touch a Shadow Watcher. He must pay the price as well."
You didn't even have time to scream when the barrier around you shifted and Nichkhun was pushed in. He fell to the ground, the force of being pushed through a protective barrier too much for his body.
"Nichkhun!" you screamed. If you had not been tied to the pole you would have fallen to the ground. You felt your strength leave you.
He looked up and despite the weak look on his face, he pushed his body up and ran to you. Well...limped. Those barriers were meant to keep Shadows out, to force someone through even a human was not easy.
He wrapped his arms around you, his legs giving out and he slid to the ground. He ended up wrapped around your waist, face pressed into your stomach.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't want you to die because of me."
"It's okay," you whispered. And surprisingly, it was okay. If he were with you, you didn't mind dying. You were upset that he had to go to. You wanted him to live.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too."
"Maybe in our next life, we won't have to hide from each other. Let's live happily together," he said.
"I'm sorry I can't save us," you said. "I'm sorry that we have to wait until our next life."
He pushed himself, you felt him shaking with the effort. "I'll wait for the next fifty lives for you."
Your lips connected, a slow, gentle kiss that was filled with love, sharing each others last moments. All you wanted to do was to let him know that you loved him more than anything.
Your kiss was interrupted by another laugh. "Enjoy your last moments before the shield is going down now."
And with that a loud alarm sounded. And you could see the rippling of the shield as it went down. You felt the temperature get colder as the outside air rushed in.
"Nichkhun," you whispered, kissing the side of his face. "I wish I had given you my body too."
"Don't say that," he shook his head. "I know I have your heart, nothing else matters."
He pressed your foreheads together and closed his eyes. "This is the end."
You closed your eyes too and felt anger well up inside you. Why should you lose your lives because of your love? Shouldn't the love of two people make your powers stronger?
You were so angry you wanted to kill something. You could kill the Master, wasn't this his fault? He was getting in the way of your love with his stupid rules?
You felt a rush as the Shadows approached, lured by the smell of human flesh and fear.
You felt your body tingling, the way it normally did right before you unleashed your powers. But...that didn't make sense, you had been bound, your powers should not work...
"W-What's happening? I feel your body shaking," Nichkhun said. He cupped your face. "Y-you're glowing."
You felt power thrumming through your body. This unlike anything you had felt before. You felt your arms begin to throb and you yanked hard. The chains fell to the ground, you stepped forward, breaking those around your legs. Nichkhun frowned and watched as you stepped in front of him.
You could see the darkness approaching, one Shadow licked at your ankles, but instead of it burning through your flesh, you saw it wither. Anything that got close to you immediately withdrew, you heard pained noises as the Shadows screamed, calling out for mercy.
You didn't know what was happening but you felt more powerful that you had ever felt before. You felt Nichkhun clasp you from behind, his arms around your waist and that only made you stronger.
You screamed and silver streams seemed to flow from your body, bombarding the Shadows around you. You didn't know how long it went on but you felt your body draining and getting weaker.
Your eyes fluttered closed and the world went black.
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"Wake up for me, I'm here for you," it was a voice that seemed to penetrate the deepest parts of your mind.
You opened your eyes, reaching for Nickhun before you could even see properly. He cuddled you close and you felt him slide onto the bed with you.
"What happened?" you asked, clutching his body. You curled into his embrace.
"You're the Shadow Master," he whispered in awe.
"I-I'm what?" you asked.
"Shadow Master, the power you should...only a Shadow Master could do that. They have given you the ultimate title and..they have given you permission to do what you like. In everything," he said. You watched as his head bowed in embarrassment.
"Does that mean...we can be together?"
"We can be together," he nodded.
"In every way?" you asked.
He nodded again. "We can be married. We can have children. I will be King and you will be my Queen...if you want."
"I want," you said, pulling him down on top of you, your body sliding down against the bed. He froze, only moving because you were guiding his body.
His face went bright red. "Y-you want to..."
"Take me," you breathed, kissing down his neck. He was still frozen above you. Your legs spread, wrapping around his waist. You pulled him against you, feeling his heat.
You rubbed against him and he groaned. Slowly a bulge grew in his pants.
"Are you strong enough for this? You have been out for a while," Nichkhun said.
You tugged on his jacket. "We've been wanting this for so long. I don't want to wait any more, are you ready?"
He pulled back, yanking his shirt over his head. "Oh god I am so ready I think I might explode."
He cupped the back of your head and slanted his mouth over yours. This kiss was more desperate than any of the ones you had shared before and you could feel the change, the powerful desperation to consummate the love that you shared.
Your hands smoothed over his chest, his skin felt like silk beneath your fingers and you wondered what his member would feel like in your hand. You could feel him pressing into your stomach and you were desperate for more.
Your tongues pressed against each other, you pulled back teasingly. He dipped his tongue into your mouth and you moaned, pressing your chest up.
He pulled away licking down the side of your neck, sucking hard on your collar bone. You shuddered as he sucked particularly hard.
"I need to mark you," he whispered, he still sounded so gentle even though he was speaking about something so...primitive.
"Do it," you cried out, your body felt so hot it was beginning to hurt. "Please Nichkhun take me, I need you."
He continued to work on your chest, leaving marks all over as his hands pulled at your clothes. He had you naked within moments.
"W-Wait," you suddenly said.
He pulled back looking dazed. "What's wrong?"
"Am I going to lose my-"
"No," Nichkhun shook his head. "They have confessed that it is a lie. You can not lose your powers with your virginity. They just wanted to keep everyone in line."
"Oh," you frowned. "I think I need to teach someone a lesson."
He laughed but it strained. "Could you do it after? I really need you."
You pulled him closer, your mouth hovering against his ear. "Then have me."
He pulled off the rest of his clothes, two fingers pressing into your opening. You gasped unprepared for both the shock of someones finger inside such an intimate place as well as the size of his fingers. He stretched you wide and you felt slightly uncomfortable. How would you be able to take his entire length?
"I'll go slow, I promise," he kissed the tip of your nose, the your forehead. When his mouth found yours, he was easing a third finger in and you were moaning despite the stretch. He made it feel good even with the pain.
"I'm ready," you told him, hands sliding down his back. "Please, now, I can't wait."
His mouth never left as he slid into you. He was moving so slow you thought you were going to die but the pain made you thankful. You pressed your face into his neck, breathing in his scent.
"I love you so much," he said. "I don't want to hurt-"
"It's okay, don't stop," you pleaded, you wanted this more than anything. "Don't stop."
You felt him push fully into your body and you gasped. You could feel him deep inside and it made you moan. You felt the sting, it hurt really bad but you didn't want him to stop.
He pressed his chest against yours, fully covering your body, your faces pressed into each others necks and he began to thrust into you.
You gasped with each thrust, the pleasure was lurking behind the pain but each press of his skin, his slick chest against yours had you trembling.
You moaned against him and felt him shudder against you. He groaned.
"I'm close," his voice was muffled against your neck. He continued to thrust until he exploded deep inside you. He said there for a few more moments until he pulled out.
You felt slightly disappointed. Where was your release? Your body hurt but you still wanted release. You could feel it still thrumming inside your body.
He slid down, spreading your thighs and pressing his mouth against you. You gasped in shock.
"Ah Nichkhun?" you closed your eyes and clutched the blanket, this felt really really good.
He didn't respond, he just continued to lick and suck at your opening until you felt your body tighten.
You were panting and writhing under his ministrations. "I-i think-"
"Now, cum for me," he said and you obeyed with ease.
He laid down next to you, completely spent. "I'm sorry, I wanted to finish after you but I couldn't. I heard that women don't always orgasm their first time, I wanted to make it good for you."
"It's okay it was," you nodded.
"Next time it'll be better, I won't hurt you," Nichkhun said.
You snuggled into him and he pulled the blanket over your bodies.
"Wait...where did you hear that?"
"This isn't the time to talk about the awkward conversations I've had with my sister," Nichkhun said.
You couldn't help but laugh.
He was right though. You had all the time in the world to get to know everything about each other.
"You can set up these meetings all you want but I refuse to marry for anything but love," Nichkhun sighed, wanting to sink further into his chair but his entire life of public perfection stopped him.
His eyes flicked to where she was standing. Her face was covered by the white veil that told of her rank.
She was a Shadow Watcher, one of the chose maidens who would remain a virgin for her entire life while she protected the country from the Shadows. The Shadows were a terrible force that snuck into homes and destroyed everything in its path. As a Watcher she was blessed with the power to defend the realm with only her mind. She had unspeakable power in her little body.
And he wanted her.
They could never be together. It was the greatest honour to be a Shadow Watcher and the most important facet of her rank was that she would always be a virgin. If she were to sleep with any man she would be shamed and her power taken away.
He could not be the one to ruin her. He loved her too much to do that to her.
"This Kingdom needs a real king! You know that I will not be around forever. I am barely holding on as it is-"
"Don't say that father," Nichkhun scolded.
"It is the truth. I will not make it very much longer and I need you to choose a bride," his father said. Even as he said it his body was wrecked with heavy coughing.
The show of weakness made Nichkhuns heart throb. He could never disappoint his father. But how could he ever give up his feelings for that woman? Even now his eyes wandered to her and he knew that under that veil she was watching him.
"I will consider it father," Nichkhun found himself saying. He wanted to slap himself. He risked another glance. She hadn't moved an inch.
That heart him too. Did this situation not hurt her as much as it did him?
You pressed your forehead against the floor and squeezed your eyes shut. What on earth were you thinking?
The Master would not be pleased with the way your thoughts were going. And with the Prince too! This was a disgrace.
Your arms shook as you pushed your body up, looking at the large statue of the Master. His eyes were all seeing and he was probably looking upon you with anger and disgust.
He had given you a gift and you were debating on giving it up for the Prince. You were the lowest of the low.
"Please forgive me Master," you whispered, your voice caught in your throat and you cursed yourself. There was a time in your life when emotion had been a foreign thing. After you met Nich- the Prince all that had changed.
The door opened behind you. The flames of the candles in the dim room danced. The room grew warmer and you felt your face flush.
You knew who it was without turning around.
"Please, you shouldn't be here," you whispered. You hated how vulnerable you felt around him. No man should have this power over you.
"I know."
There was silence as you both soaked in how incredibly wrong the whole situation was. He was standing inside the Meditation Chamber, a place where according to the precepts of the Shadow Masters teachings men were not allowed. Even the Prince.
"I can't stay away," he said.
You recognized the same vulnerability in him. The feelings you had for each other were destroying you. Both of you.
"Please Prince-"
"Don't call me that," he nearly choked on the word. Tears stung your eyes.
"Nichkhun, we have to stop. I have been given a gift and I'm...The Shadow Master must be so disappointed in me. I'm giving into worldly concerns. I don't need love."
"Everyone needs love," Nichkhun said, the candles flickered and you knew he was getting closer.
"I...I don't deserve-"
He dropped to his knees next to you. "Don't deserve what?"
You tried to resist his touch, one hand hovered over your back, the other over your forearm. You were still kneeling on the ground, palms flat on the cold floor.
He never touched you without permission.
A drop of water splashed on the floor. You flinched. Tears were a sign of weakness.
"Let me hold you," he whispered.
You shook as you allowed your body to almost collapse into his arms. He caught you, holding you tight against his chest.
His scent washed over you and you pressed your nose into his arm, wanting nothing more than to stay there forever.
"I wish we could be together," you whispered.
He stiffened. You looked up, his face looked shocked.
"What?"
"You've never said anything like that before," his mouth hovered next to your ear. "You never talked about a future."
"That's because we can't be together," you said.
"Let me figure out a way," Nichkhun said.
"Don't say things like that, we know how wrong this is," you were completely sobbing now, fingers clutching at his arms, sleeves crumpled in your fists.
"There has to be a way for us to-"
"If I give myself to you, I will lose my gift," your voice shook.
He stiffened. You felt his body posture change and his crouching legs gave out sending him to the floor.
He flinched, squeezing you so hard it hurt but you didn't stop him.
"I would never ask you to do that,"
Thai Prince Nichkhun. Requested by someone who would like to remain anon.
"You can set up these meetings all you want but I refuse to marry for anything but love," Nichkhun sighed, wanting to sink further into his chair but his entire life of public perfection stopped him.
His eyes flicked to where she was standing. Her face was covered by the white veil that told of her rank.
She was a Shadow Watcher, one of the chose maidens who would remain a virgin for her entire life while she protected the country from the Shadows. The Shadows were a terrible force that snuck into homes and destroyed everything in its path. As a Watcher she was blessed with the power to defend the realm with only her mind. She had unspeakable power in her little body.
And he wanted her.
They could never be together. It was the greatest honour to be a Shadow Watcher and the most important facet of her rank was that she would always be a virgin. If she were to sleep with any man she would be shamed and her power taken away.
He could not be the one to ruin her. He loved her too much to do that to her.
"This Kingdom needs a real king! You know that I will not be around forever. I am barely holding on as it is-"
"Don't say that father," Nichkhun scolded.
"It is the truth. I will not make it very much longer and I need you to choose a bride," his father said. Even as he said it his body was wrecked with heavy coughing.
The show of weakness made Nichkhuns heart throb. He could never disappoint his father. But how could he ever give up his feelings for that woman? Even now his eyes wandered to her and he knew that under that veil she was watching him.
"I will consider it father," Nichkhun found himself saying. He wanted to slap himself. He risked another glance. She hadn't moved an inch.
That heart him too. Did this situation not hurt her as much as it did him?
You pressed your forehead against the floor and squeezed your eyes shut. What on earth were you thinking?
The Master would not be pleased with the way your thoughts were going. And with the Prince too! This was a disgrace.
Your arms shook as you pushed your body up, looking at the large statue of the Master. His eyes were all seeing and he was probably looking upon you with anger and disgust.
He had given you a gift and you were debating on giving it up for the Prince. You were the lowest of the low.
"Please forgive me Master," you whispered, your voice caught in your throat and you cursed yourself. There was a time in your life when emotion had been a foreign thing. After you met Nich- the Prince all that had changed.
The door opened behind you. The flames of the candles in the dim room danced. The room grew warmer and you felt your face flush.
You knew who it was without turning around.
"Please, you shouldn't be here," you whispered. You hated how vulnerable you felt around him. No man should have this power over you.
"I know."
There was silence as you both soaked in how incredibly wrong the whole situation was. He was standing inside the Meditation Chamber, a place where according to the precepts of the Shadow Masters teachings men were not allowed. Even the Prince.
"I can't stay away," he said.
You recognized the same vulnerability in him. The feelings you had for each other were destroying you. Both of you.
"Please Prince-"
"Don't call me that," he nearly choked on the word. Tears stung your eyes.
"Nichkhun, we have to stop. I have been given a gift and I'm...The Shadow Master must be so disappointed in me. I'm giving into worldly concerns. I don't need love."
"Everyone needs love," Nichkhun said, the candles flickered and you knew he was getting closer.
"I...I don't deserve-"
He dropped to his knees next to you. "Don't deserve what?"
You tried to resist his touch, one hand hovered over your back, the other over your forearm. You were still kneeling on the ground, palms flat on the cold floor.
He never touched you without permission.
A drop of water splashed on the floor. You flinched. Tears were a sign of weakness.
"Let me hold you," he whispered.
You shook as you allowed your body to almost collapse into his arms. He caught you, holding you tight against his chest.
His scent washed over you and you pressed your nose into his arm, wanting nothing more than to stay there forever.
"I wish we could be together," you whispered.
He stiffened. You looked up, his face looked shocked.
"What?"
"You've never said anything like that before," his mouth hovered next to your ear. "You never talked about a future."
"That's because we can't be together," you said.
"Let me figure out a way," Nichkhun said.
"Don't say things like that, we know how wrong this is," you were completely sobbing now, fingers clutching at his arms, sleeves crumpled in your fists.
"There has to be a way for us to-"
"If I give myself to you, I will lose my gift," your voice shook.
He stiffened. You felt his body posture change and his crouching legs gave out sending him to the floor.
He flinched, squeezing you so hard it hurt but you didn't stop him.
"I would never ask you to do that,"
"Why did we have to fall in love?" you asked. He stroked your hair, rocking you gently, sharing your warmth. He had no answer.
"I promise that one day this will all work out," Nichkhun said.
Your skin was hot where he was touching you. His body wrapped around yours, each touch lit a fire in your body. You wanted to crawl on top of him and feel every bit of him.
He kissed the side of your head. It was the first kiss you had ever had. You looked up at him with wide eyes.
"We shouldn't," he warned.
You nodded in agreement. "We shouldn't."
"Just one kiss," he offered.
"Just one," you nodded.
Your eyes closed and you let him do the rest. His mouth covered yours in the gentlest of kisses. It was innocent, small slow kisses. He pulled you into his lap, arms holding each other tenderly.
Your head was spinning when he pulled back.
"We shouldn't have done that," he whispered.
You asked why even though it was obvious. This would ruin you both.
"Because I just want more," he kissed the side of your face, towards your jaw line. "We need to figure out-"
"There is nothing that can be done," you said.
He sighed heavily. "I know. I hate this so much."
You were silent for a moment. "One more."
"We're going to get each other killed," Nichkhun said but he didn't seem to bother by it.
Your mouths met again. This time you followed his lead, the slow kisses becoming more and more passionate. Your mouth opened to him, and both of you were hesitate as if scared of really taking this step. His tongue brushed yours and you shivered in his arms.
He pulled back, breathing hard. "I can't. No more. I want all of you but I can't have you. We have to stop now."
You nodded, pressing your forehead into his. "I'm sorry that I had to be born this way."
It was the first time you ever wished away your power.
He shook his head. "No sweetie, don't say that. This power makes you who you are. You are strong and independent and you're perfect the way you are. This is how things were supposed to happen."
"This is horrible," you whined.
One last kiss against your forehead. His lips were warm and soft, slightly chapped.
"This is life," he chuckled but there was no humour in it. Both of you were lamenting the knowledge that you could never be together. Life really did suck.
You saw in silence, holding each other for hours. It was enough for you both.
You were so wrapped in each other that neither of you heard the footsteps running away.
Oh my goodness I feel super writing about Taemin in this way.
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"He's exotic isn't he," Kibum was grinning as he watched your gaze hesitate on one particular boy. "He's my newest boy."
"Where did you get him?" you asked, unable to tear your eyes from such a lovely creature.
From his longer brown hair, to his dark skin to his delicate features, this boy was a thing of beauty. He was lounging in that chair in the middle of an almost empty room, face devoid of all emotion.
"Jonghyun found him in Japan by mistake. We were searching for a well known porn star when we found him, Jjong knows my taste, he couldn't help himself,"
"He's young," you hesitated. However that didn't seem to bother you. You would interested him for far more than your regular reasons of wanting someone from Kibum.
"He's legal I assure you," Kibum said.
You shrugged. "Are you willing to part with him?"
Kibum tilted his head. "Love, this is my business, I can part with anything."
"Except for Jjong," you teased.
"He's the one thing in this world I can't own, of course I won't let go of him," Kibum said but you knew his affection for the Hunter went beyond money.
"Tell me... what can he do?" you asked.
Kibum sighed. "And this is where I lose the sale. Because I trust you, I'll let you in on a little secret."
"Ah, my step brother actually trusts me," you snorted.
Kibum shot you a glare. "I'm being serious. I can't tell what his power is."
You frowned. "How do you know he has one?"
But the moment you said it, you knew it was a stupid question. Jonghyun was Kibums head Hunter because of his unique ability to recognize power without effort. He could track any minimal trace of power in his sleep.
Kibum just snorted and walked closer to the door. "Are you sure you want to take a chance on this one?"
You rolled your eyes at your long time friend. "Oh sweetie, you act like this is my first rodeo."
"That saying is gross," Kibum sighed. "So unfashionable."
At this point it was no use fighting him. Kibum was going to take him sweet damn time if he wanted to.
"What do you plan to use him for?" he asked.
You laughed again. "What do I use them all for? This is my business Oppa, I always need boys like that in my world."
"How did we become these people?" Kibum asked. Then as an after thought. "Don't call me Oppa."
You were thinking the same thing as him. You had both grown up as innocent kids, living in a middle class neighbourhood. You had good friends, had good marks. You had become those kids parents warn their offspring about.
"Do you ever regret it?" you asked.
Kibum didn't hesitate. "No. I love what I do. I do some shady things but I help people too, you know. You?"
Your answer was as fast as his. "Same. I wouldn't go back. It's harder living on the edge like this but in the end I believe I'm doing something good."
Kibum lifted his hand, fisted tight, a sign of solidarity. "And let's keep kicking ass until we die."
"Oh baby I've begun to doubt our deaths. We're immortal," you snorted.
"So true," Kibum winked and opened the door that lead to the body spread in the chair like an impressive, sensual feast. "I'll take a check. He's all yours."
Bekah snorted, her legs crossed over the edge of the chair. "You've really fucked up with this one."
"Fucked up?" you raised an eyebrow.
"He has no powers. Jonghyun must be hitting the drinks a little too hard," she said with absolutely certainty.
"No, Jjong is never wrong. There is something special about him," you said, your own certainty just as absolute.
"Ask him then," Bekah challenged. You gave her a flat look.
"You know he won't talk to me," you said.
She smiled. "I know, it's just so fun to watch you try. It's so obvious that you want in his pants and he has absolute no interest."
"Hey, you don't know that he- I mean, I don't want to sleep with him," you snapped.
She just continued to smile because she knew you better than anyone.
"I'm going to talk to him again," you said.
"Maybe you should give him a hint of your power," she offered.
You shook your head. "I don't want to hurt him."
She shrugged. "Do it your way."
You stood up and made your way to the room that you had given him. Today you would at least find out his name. That was a start.
You opened his door and he sighed loudly. At least that was most than the day before when he had only stared at you with a bored expression.
"Hey," you said happily.
No answer.
"I just wanted to check up on you. See how you were doing," you continued. You weren't really cut out for this one-sided conversation thing.
He was silent.
"Please I promise I don't want to hurt you," you said. I just want to tie you down and have my way with you. I want to make you my submissive little bitch. Of course that would not be the right thing to say. So you didn't.
And neither did he.
Then,
Silence.
Silence.
"I know."
You blinked wondering for a moment if you had spoken. However it wasn't your voice.
"So you do speak?" you tried to recover the best you could.
Your eyes settled on him, he was sitting on his chair, spread out like he had been that first time you met him. He looked delicious.
"I just did, didn't I?" he asked.
More sass than I expected, you mused to yourself.
"That's right I've got a lot sass," he said.
Your eyes narrowed. "So that's your power. Why decide to reveal it now? Getting bored of being silent?"
He smirked up at you. It was a devious smirk. And in that second you realized that he had heard everything you had ever thought about him. Including...
"Yes I quite liked that little bitch comment."
You stood up and left the room. He didn't try to stop you.
Bekah was now playing cards with Hyeri, one of the youngest members on your team.
"Hey Unnie, why do you look so freaked out?" she asked, tilting her head cutely.
Two nights later you were lying in bed, staring at the clock. It was 3 in the morning and you were completely wiped.
Yet you could not sleep. Because you were going crazy.
Literally hearing voices.
I'm not fucking playing around with you any more. Come see me.
It was that guys voice and that was how you knew you were going crazy. Because he was all you could think of so now he would plague your nights as well.
You are so stupid. This is really me speaking in your head.
"What?" you asked out loud, sitting up quickly.
I have an all access pass to your brain, of course I can project my thoughts to you but come see me now!
"No."
You're going to be difficult in this situation?
"I'm not being difficult-"
For God sakes, I can't carry a conversation like this for long so get your ass out of bed and bring it to mine.
"What?"
I am inviting you into my bed. It seemed like you wanted it too.
"I'm not letting you go. I need you to join my team-"
I know what you want, dumb ass, I can read your mind. I don't care about that right now. I care about that fantasy that you had the other day, come have sex with me! I am literally offering you my body right now so get your ass over here!
"I don't really...I'm coming there to talk not to have sex," you said.
We'll see about that.
You threw back your sheets and rushed down the hallway. You tried not to run but your heart was beating fast you wanted nothing more than to be in his room.
No point in pretending you're not exciting, I can hear your thoughts bouncing around in that pretty little head of yours.
"Don't patronize me!"
"uhhh Unnie?" a small voiced asked.
You turned around to face Hyeri. "Oh hey hunny why are you up so late?"
"Ahhh," she shuffled from foot to foot.
"Your room isn't anywhere near here," you said slyly.
Her face went bright red. She blinked hard, "I'm sorry Unnie, I should have told you but I've been seeing Tony recently."
You blinked back. You had not been expecting that one.
Tell her you don't care and come to me!
You sighed and shook your head. "We'll talk about this later okay sweetie? Are you being safe?"
She nodded. "We are I promise."
"Okay then. And just to be fair, I'm going to see the new guy," you said.
Taemin! My name is Taemin! Stop stalling.
"Taemin, I'm going to see Taemin," you said.
Hyeris jaw dropped. "Really?! Are you dating him? Wait when did you figure out his name?"
"Like two seconds ago, he's a mind reader, I have to go, he won't shut up, his voice is in my head right now," you said, stumbling over yourself to get to him.
"Be safe Unnie!"
Your face continued to burn with embarrassment.
You got to his room and opened the door, stepping inside easily.
"It's about time," he sighed. He was laying back on his head, just wearing boxers. There was a very prominent bulge there.
Your eyes widened. "Um..."
"You're staring," he said, his eyes never even opened.
"You're hard," you said, trying to get some control of the situation.
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked, still never opening his eyes.
You didn't move.
"Do I need to tell you what to do about it?" he asked.
You were on top of him on the bed within seconds, your mouths fused together, his hands sliding into your hair, tongue sliding against your lips.
"I want to punch you so bad," you said, gasping as he nipped as your lower lip.
"I might like that," he rasped, hands sliding down your sides, finding the bottom of your tank top.
"What the fuck have you been doing the past few days I came in here. You just fucking sat here and said fucking nothing, the whole time you could read my mind," your voice didn't sounds as angry as you wanted it to. Your were touching his chest, his skin was so soft. It was hard to be angry at skin that soft.
"I was having some fun with you," he said, you could hear the grin in his voice.
"I should send you back to Kibum," you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it away. His hands slid up your torso without hesitation. You weren't wearing a bra and he quickly found your naked breasts.
His finger tips teased your nipples as he responded. "No thank you, all he does is think about being fucked by Jonghyun and then when he's not thinking about it, it's actually happening."
Your moan interrupted your laugh, your hips pressing down against. You could feel his touches on your breasts between your thighs and he hadn't even removed your shorts yet.
"That sounds sexy," you were barely audible as his tongue slid down your neck, sucking hard in random places as he went.
"You sound sexy," he said, sliding his arms around your body and rolling you over so his hovered above you.
"Shut up," you gasped as he hips fitted themselves between your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him, drawing him closer.
You rolled your hips experimentally and you moaned. A flash of pleasure so powerful you felt your limbs shaking.
"W-What-"
Taemin smirked, finding your lips again. Between kisses he whispered your name. "Did that feel good?"
You could barely speak, every time your bodies rubbed against each other, you felt twice the pleasure you had ever felt in this kind of situation.
"Y-yes, why does this feel so good?" you asked, your hands were getting excited and sliding down his sides, fingers sliding under the waist band of his boxers.
"Because I'm a god?" he offered. You kissed him hard, biting his lip lightly.
"Dumb ass," you scolded, his hips wiggling to help you pull down the boxers.
"Joking, kind of," he smirked. "I'm just projecting my pleasure on to you."
"Ahh," you moaned as his mouth found your chest, tongue swirling around the nubs. "Why would-"
Your nails dug into his ass, as you arched against his mouth.
"I can feel your pleasure so why shouldn't you feel mine? It's only fair," he pulled back, sliding the rest of your clothes off your body with ease. "Besides isn't it much better to feel twice the pleasure?"
He settled between your spread legs, mouth reconnecting with yours. Your hand slid between your bodies, fingertips trailing along his member.
Another spark of pleasure, that was definitely his. His fingers pressed into your opening, returning the pleasure.
Your head was spinning with the heady feeling of his tongue and his mind seduction.
You gasped, free hand tangling in his hair. You tugged a tad too hard. He groaned. You felt his reaction in your entire body.
He liked that.
"Don't think too much," he muttered, tongue pushing into your mouth. "Are you ready?"
"What do you think?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
He smirked. "Silly question."
Your mouths met once more as he pressed against your opening. You whined, hands grabbing at his back, pulling him closer.
Your breath mingled, hips pushing slowing forward. He entered you slowly, savouring the tightness of your body.
Your legs around his hips urged him forward, the stretch burned slightly but you relished in it. He fed you his own pleasure when he felt your discomfort.
"It'll pass," he promised you, kissing the side of your face over and over again. And within seconds it did, pleasure beginning to bloom inside of you. Both his and yours.
His thrusts got stronger as you rocked into each other. Your mouths slipped together, wet lips gliding over each other. You gasped into your mouth as he thrust sent him deeper inside you.
"Again," you weren't sure if that was inside your head or out but he obeyed. The bed started hitting the wall as he rocked into you harder.
You could hear the slapping of skin with each movement. Your hands slipped along his back, slick with sweat.
"T-taemin..." your voice shook, the combination of your pleasure was making you shaky, your limbs felt heavy.
"I know baby, almost there," he kissed your forehead and your body tensed. At that exact moment his body found release. He grunted, you felt the strain of his body.
Everything he was feeling came collapsing down on you. Your body reacted at once, orgasm so powerful it started to drain you. Your head spun and you felt like you were going to pass out in the best possible way.
You couldn't breathe, you just clutched at his body. You closed your eyes, every inch of you tingling with release. His body fell into yours, absolutely boneless.
You whimpered at the sensitivity of your body as he pulled out.
Taemin rolled to the side, but the side of his body still clung to yours, arm throw across your stomach.
Your pressed a hand against your forehead and pushed your tangled, sweaty hair back.
The next norming Taemin came out to eat with the rest of the members of your squad.
They were all talking to him and making friends, he was chuckling and making jokes whenever someones thoughts got particularly curious about the noises they had heard last night.
"I guess I'll need to watch what I think from now on," Tony chuckled. Hyeris face went bright red.
"You can try. I hear everything," he shrugged. He glanced over at you and smirked, no doubting hearing everything that had gone through your heard from the moment he sat down and spread his legs like a predator.
You watched with eyes full of water as you watch Youngwoon move further from his parents.
"Gather everyone, we have an announcement to make," it was Youngwoons father with a microphone.
Everyone immediately turned to look even your parents. Anything this family had to say would be an important message that all wanted to hear.
"So tonight is more than just a regular party. Tonight I wanted to present to you the future of the hotel business in Korea," his father was saying. "My son Youngwoon and this beautiful young lady Hyelim will be getting married this fall and we're very excited about what this union will do for business. Their marriage will bring together two of the biggest hotels in Korea."
No mention of love between the two. No mention of happiness. Only of money and profit. And hotels.
You wiped at your cheek, feeling the wetness beginning to slid down again. The applause grew loud.
You had to get out of there. Even if your parents got angry, this wasn't your place any more. Now that you were losing Youngwoon, you wanted nothing to do with the damn hotel business. Your parents could find a new heir.
You spun on your heel and moved towards the door, trying not to run at top speed. You urged yourself to remain slow and contained You willed your parents to continue looking in shock at the Kim family.
"Wait!" It was Youngwoon. He said your name into the microphone. "Please wait. I have something to say."
You wanted to keep going but it was Youngwoon. And he was calling you. How you wanted to keep moving.
"Father I want to give up the hotel."
"No!" you cried out without thinking. You stomped up to him, suddenly feeling very unstable in your heels. "Youngwoon don't you even think about it!"
Everyone turned to look at you, then back at Youngwoon who was looking quite shocked at your outburst. "Jagi..."
"Stop! You can't do this. You need this business. It's your future!" you cried out.
You didn't care that people were watching, that your parents were there. That HIS parents were there. You needed to stop him from making the biggest mistake of his life.
"I don't care. Stop acting like this!" Youngwoon said. "This isn't just some fling any more. Honest to god I love you more than anything else in this world. I realized when I was in the army that I can't live without you."
Your face began to beat bright red. "No Youngwoon-"
He reached forward and grabbed your arm, tugging you closer. You went because you had learned during the course of your adult life that going to Youngwoon was easier than running.
"Please, just look me in the eyes and promise me that you don't love me. If you can promise me that you never felt anything for me then I'll leave this alone. I'll let you go," Youngwoon said.
"You'll let me go?" you asked.
His eyes watered. "I will."
"Physically?"
He nodded.
"Emotionally?"
He hesitated. Then shook his head. "I can't. All you can expect is for me to drop your hand right now. You can ask me to leave you alone but trust me, that doesn't mean I'll stop loving you. I'll think about you every day until I die, wishing our lives could be different."
Your hands were shaking. You found yourself closing your fingers around his hand, returning his grip.
"Say it."
You sniffed again before shaking your head. "I don't love you."
His grip went slack. He took a step back. No one spoke, not for the longest moment of your life. Then nodded. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"I'm letting you go," he said, his eyes seemed to gloss over.
"Just like that?"
"Go," he barked. He never rose his voice around you.
You turned and fled because that was what you did best when it involved Youngwoon.
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You pressed your face deep into your covers as the tv blared in the corner. It was telling you exactly what you didn't want to know.
It was three months since you had seen Youngwoon that night. If you had thought that moment before he said okay was the longest moment of your life, you had been sorely mistaken. These past three months had been the longest. Time seemed to just string together, you were living in a daze, barely able to tell one day from the next.
You never knew what heartbroken felt like until then.
And yet the TV droned on, unaware of your pain.
"Tonight the heir to Koreas biggest Hotel chain will be marrying his bride Woo Hyelim in order to unite the two families. This is the most anticipated event of the year after the fall out that was suffered three months ago between Youngwoon and the love of his life. Many viewers will remember the scene that these two created when Youngwoon proclaimed his love for her and threatened to leave the hotel business. The daughter of Heaven Hotel left in a rush and no one has seen her since..."
No one had seen you because you weren't ready to see anyone. You were barely ready to see yourself.
You turned the TV off and squeezed your eyes shut. You couldn't remain in Seoul while Youngwoon was getting married to another woman.
Busan. Your aunt and uncle had moved to Busan to help run the hotels that your family had there. You could go to Busan!
You got out of bed, flying around the room, throwing clothes into suitcases and trying to pack your life into those bags that seemed too small.
You rushed to the shower, taking the fastest one of your life before getting changed and pulling on your heavy winter clothes. Your hair was wet so you pulled a hat over your head and tucked your hands into gloves.
You grabbed your bags and were ready to leave. Walking down to the street, you craned your neck to look for a taxi.
Your entire body was shaking, you were so nervous. This was a big change. Once you left you were never coming back. That night Youngwoon would get married and that would be it.
You found a taxi, waved it down and hurried loaded your stuff into the back with the help of the driver.
"Where to?"
"Train station please," you said, voice shaking.
The driver hesitated. "Are you okay?"
You gave a short, sharp chuckle. "As okay as anyone running from their problems can be."
He nodded as if he understood. What did you know, maybe he did.
For most of the ride you were silent, you had to coach yourself that this was what you wanted, and this was what was best for Youngwoons future. The driver filled the silence with his ease chatter.
"Alright here you are Miss," he said, helping you take your bags back out. You gave him your money and smiled.
"Thank you. Have a good night," you said. He nodded and started to get back into the car.
You struggled to wheel all your bags to wards the station where you could buy your ticket.
The snow made the side walk slick and you wobbled as you walked towards the door.
There was no line so you went to go buy a ticket and move towards that track indicated on the overhead board.
You stood at the edge, feeling the cool air from the open platform. It hurt to stand there alone. It reminded you of that time that you had once stood there with Youngwoon, on your way to Busan.
You took a deep breath. Only four hours and you could pretend none of this was happening.
"Mommy, mommy, that guy is on tv!"
You heard a small voice to your left but you didn't look up. You continued to look down the track, praying the train would coming. You needed to sit.
"No honey...um...wait..."
"Mommy he IS on TV! The hotel guy! He was on the front of your gossip magazine."
This time his mother shushed him and you turned around, as if in slow motion.
The wind seemed to pick up, blowing flakes of snow around in a mini hurricane.
"Youngwoon," your jaw dropped.
He stood there looking as beautiful as ever, heavy black winter coat wrapped tight around his body, scarf fluttering in the wind.
"Youngwoon," his name fell from your lips once more.
"Don't leave," he said. His voice cracked. "Please don't go."
"You said you would let me go," he took a step closer and it was hard to get the words out. Another step.
"I lied," he responded. He was getting closer with every second. "I told my parents I refuse to marry Lim. She isn't you so I can't wake up next to her every day."
You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes. This was exactly what you didn't want to hear. And at the same time, wanted to hear with every bit of your heart.
"This is a mistake-"
"Stop! Do you know how much this hurts me when you say that?" he asked. He grabbed you by your upper arms, yanking you closer. "Losing the hotel means nothing compared to losing you. Why can't you see that?!"
"I want your family to-"
"My parents accepted," he said.
"What?" you frowned, your face wet from your tears.
"Your parents came to my parents house last night. They offered their surrender. They said they won't fight my parents any more as long as they allow us to be together," Youngwoon said, he bent his knees, getting closer to your face. "My parents have accepted. They had decided to try and be friends so we can be together. We're going to merge our hotels."
You blinked unsure of what to say. "And what about Lim?"
"They didn't like her parents any more than yours. At least this way they know I'm happy. And your parents want you to be happy too. So please when I say I love you and you're coming home with me tonight you are going to nod and come. You will not fight me. Sweetie, we're going to be together and this time it doesn't have to be a secret," Youngwoon said.
You stared up at him, tears clinging to your lashes. Surely you had saved a village in your past life.
"Well?"
"Are you going to ask me?" you choked on your laugh, it was heavy with emotion.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Come home with me tonight."
"I will."
"And I'm never letting you go. You're going to be my wife and you're going to have my children and we're going to be happy, got it?"
You rushed to press yourself into his chest. His arms wrapped around you without hesitation. You started to cry harder but he started laughing.
"We're such a pathetic couple. Do you think we can make it?" he asked.
You playfully smacked his chest. "Don't say that."
He laughed, taking a step back and tugging your hand. "Come, we need to christen our new home."
"Why do we always end up in the bedroom?" you asked, kissing the side of his neck as he lowered you to the bed.
"You're lucky I ever let you leave. I literally want to touch you every waking moment," he confessed, shucking his jacket. he settled between your legs.
You wrapped them around his waist, pulling him tight against your body. Through his pants you felt his hardness already pulsing with need.
There was something desperate about these kisses, the forceful swipe of his tongue, the almost crushing pressure of his lips. The only other time he was like this was just before he went into the army.
"Youngwoonie," you moaned. "Are you okay?"
"I just don't want to lose you."
"You won't, not this time," you said, kissing him harder, words coming out between kisses. "I'm sorry for trying to run."
You felt something wet hit your cheeks, the kiss still continuing. You knew he was crying at this point but neither of you wanted to to separate.
With shaking hands, as if you were having sex for the first time, your clothes were removed.
Each touch was electric, his fingers sliding down your hips, his mouth closing over your nipple.
You sucked on his neck, nipping at his shoulders, kissing down his body. You rolled him over so you were above him.
He admired your body before giving you a smile that broke your head. How did you deserve such love?
You kissed down his chest, dipping your tongue into his belly button, tracing the thing trail of hair with your finger tip.
"Shall I make it up to you for trying to run away?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shook his head. "You don't have to."
You ignored him and wrapped your hand around his erect length, lightly pumping him until he was moaning your name and grabbing for you, trying to touch you in anyway he could.
You covered his length with you mouth, taking as much as you could. You swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the pearl of liquid that had collected on top. You teased the slit until he shook his head.
"Not tonight, I'm too worked up," he said.
"I've barely touched you," you said but you were smiling, pleased at the affect you had on him even after all this time.
"No teasing, please not tonight I just need to feel you," he said, pulling you against his chest. You cuddled into him and allowed him to roll you over once again.
You nodded, gently touching the side of his face. "No teasing. I'll give you anything you need."
With a quick kiss on the nose he was rolling a condom onto his member and looking at you with that expression again.
Your mouths met in a hot, wet kiss as he slid inside you. Your body accepted him with ease, though you undeniably felt the strength of his girth.
Your tongues swiped against each other, hips slowly undulating against each other, bodies fitting together with an ease that came from your knowledge of each others bodies.
Hands clasped at each other, fingers threaded, slick with sweat both of you muttered to each other, calling names and words of love.
Each movement brought each of you closer to release, each delicate touch stroked the flame hotter.
"Y-youngwoon," you whimpered, back arching. You clung to him.
He kissed your forehead. A shiver went through your body and you cried out, body tightening with your release.
Your world was spinning, as your clutched his shoulders, panting into his ear.
He moaned your name, feeling the way your muscles squeezed him and he jerked forward. His own release had him biting down on your shoulder, hard enough to create a mark.
Your orgasm only lasted longer with his show of dominance. Youngwoon was always so gentle with you but he had it in him to bruise. It was physical evidence of his loving.
He wrapped you in his arms, manoeuvring your bodies under the blankets.
You both remained quiet, your breathing returning to normal. Eventually you turned to look at him, your faces close together, noses almost brushing.
"Are you going to tell me now?"
"Tell you what?" he frowned.
"About this house?" you reminded him, poking his stomach playfully.
He blushed and pressed his face into your shoulder. "I bought this house for us before I went into the army."
"What?" you asked. "We decided we were over-"
"I was never done with you," Youngwoon said. "You were the only thing I thought about in the army. I knew that one day I would have you forever. I had to buy this house for us."
You were silent for a moment then you hugged him tightly. "I love you."
He stroked your hair. "I love you too."
"Thank you for not giving up on me," your voice was muffled against his neck.
I'd like to apologize to anyone who has sent me a message and I haven't responded. For some reason it notifies me for some messages but not for all. So I got into my inbox and suddenly find like 5 messages that I never saw before. And I have no clue how long they have been sitting there. I'm sorry to anyone who thinks I'm ignoring them. I just don't know what's happening to my inbox!
ALSO!!!! Happy side note!!!!
I want to tell everyone how happy I am for those who got Infinite tickets, for any of the concerts! I was once again lucky enough to get tickets for this concert and I'll be heading out to New York in November to see these wonderful boys!
I hope everyone who wanted them got it and that everyone will have a wonderful time! Please enjoy yourselves!~~
"We have to stop this," you said, accepting his kiss, completely contradicting your words. His hands skimmed your side, inching closer to your breasts, you shivered in excitement. You pulled him closer. Your body was a traitor.
"I want to," Youngwoon said, pushing you harder against the wall of the small closet.
His larger body was hot against yours, his suit was already coming undone. The sexual desire between the two of you was impossible to deny. Every time you got within five feet of each other your hand were all over, mouths plastered together.
"We've tried that, we've tried staying apart. It's so hard," Youngwoon said, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. You leaned into him, his warmth was so comforting. You had come to rely on him.
In ways that you shouldn't.
When you got caught up in your thoughts you felt him kissing your forehead.
"Stop that," you whined. "You can't be sweet with me."
Youngwoon sighed and pressed his forehead into your shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm trying, I promise but...oh god I don't want to let you go."
"Youngwoon, please! This was supposed to be about sex. This IS about sex," you said. Your heart rebelled at the statement because it knew you wanted more than just sex.
Sure the sex was perfect, you had never had better but this was wrong.
"Your parents are going to announce your marriage tonight at this stupid party and this will have to end. This is it Woonie, one last time before this is over," you said, your voice was strained.
"This is stupid!" he was agitated. "We're forced to act like this because of our stupid parents! I'm 28 fucking years old for Gods sake. This is ridiculous. Why do I have to marry a woman who my parents choose? I'm not interested in marrying Lim! She is a nice girl but god damn it I don't like her!"
You felt your lower lip trembling. "Youngwoon please stop, you can't talk like this."
"I want to give up this hotel. I want us to be together,"
Your eyes were watering but it was dark enough that maybe he couldn't tell.
You had to stop this. He was going to ruin his entire future for you. When had he begun to feel this strongly about you?!
"Youngwoon stop! This, between us, it's over. I don't care about you in that way. I don't like you like that. This was only physical. I don't know why you thought it was more but-"
"I love you!" Youngwoon was desperate. He never wore his heart on his sleeve like this. He always help everything in. Why was he acting like this now?
"No, this-"
He grabbed you hard behind the head and kissed you hard, other arm winding around your waist, dragging you up against the line of his body.You wanted to cry, you felt the tears starting.
His kiss started rough but Youngwoon could never be rough with you. He was always so sweet and careful. As if he thought he would break you.
He didn't use tongue, only the slow press of lips, the soft caress in your hair, the sweet rush of his breath when you parted.
"Please don't reject me like this. I know that you feel something for me. Maybe you don't love me but you want to be with me too. I can wait for you to love me," Youngwoon said.
The flood gate broke and the tears rushed down your face, your features crumpling into an ugly mess. Thank goodness he couldn't see. Even with how this was ending- because it had to end- you didn't want him to think of you as ugly...and yet you wanted him to get angry and let you go...what was wrong with you? He needed to hate you!
You pushed at his chest. "Marry Lim, it is what everyone wants. I want you to marry Lim."
And you pushed him out of the way, leaving his welcoming heat behind and leaving the small closet.
Your entire relationship had been based on that. Hiding from everyone who would catch you and darting in and out of different rooms. It was a horrible way for your relationship to exist.
With Lim he could live in the open, without worry about his parents. Without a family feud.
You rushed to the washroom before he could follow you. You leaned against the sink, long evening gown swishing around your ankles.
It was horrid. Your family ran in the same social circles at Youngwoons did. As Lims did. You would see them together everyday for the rest of your life. You would see their wedding bands and the love grow between them and the children that came from their union and their hotel would flourish and you would slowly lose touch with your world because you loved only him.
It was Youngwoon or no one.
You tried to fix your make up, cursing your family for the mess they had created. You had known Youngwoon since you were young, your parents hated each other, their hotels in constant competition for top spot in Korea.
Youngwoons family did not want to see a family of foreigners that title. And there started the feud.
When you had reached your teens you had become aware of how beautiful Youngwoon was. He grew up to be a lovely gentleman. He was quick to anger and a little violent but he had never been mean to you, despite what had happened between your parents.
When you had entered your twenties you had tried to get a boyfriend, one that would distract from the fact that you were falling for the young man who would one day take over the family business as you would. It was a dangerous landmine you were dancing around.
When that boyfriend had tried to push you too far in the back room at a huge bash that the various hotel chains were holding it was Youngwoon who stepped in and saved you. It was one of your fondest memories.
You pushed at his shoulders, feeling the table pressing into your back. You were crying for him to get off but he was humping you, pushing his hips into your thigh, trying to spread your legs.
You called for help but he shushed you, promising that you would like it if you just gave him a chance.
"Stop please, I don't want this," you were sobbing at this point, weak arms doing nothing to fight against him. He was too strong and you were no match for him.
He yanked at your dress, ripping one of the straps and the side seam. The dress started to fall as he yanked at it. He pushed you against the table, climbing on top of you.
Suddenly you felt him leaving you, cold air rushing to your body as he fell away. You looked up seeing Youngwoon there, punching him in the face.
You had never seen someone look that angry before, fury etched into every inch of his face. He was yelling and punching the boyfriend into the ground.
Until you called his name gently.
"Youngwoon," you sniffed, trying to wipe your tears away. The boyfriend ran away, tripping as he went. He was crying. You never saw him again.
He looked up at you, and left the man on the floor, rushing towards you. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have...I'm sorry."
He pulled his jacket off shoulders and helped you slide your arms into it. He did one of the buttons and smoothed your hair down.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
You nodded. "I think so. Thank you Oppa."
And that was the first time you had called him that. He sat with you for the rest of the night after grabbing some food and drinks for you both.
You laughed for hours, trading horror stories of growing up with crazy, business oriented parents and the loneliness of private school. It had turned out to be a wonderful night, despite all that had happened.
Youngwoon had the ability to make a girl forget about the bad things, he was such a great guy he just wiped out bad experiences.
And eventually he had been your first time. At 24 you had finally lost your virginity, Youngwoon had been slow and sweet. You had thought he was doing it just to seduce you, just to make you give yourself up to him, you had heard rumours about him but he never changed.
Youngwoon just liked slow sex. Once in a while he wanted it hard and fast but he liked to take his time. He knew how to take care of you and work both of your bodies up to the breaking point.
It was strange considering what a hot head he was.
Both of you knew that this relationship couldn't go anywhere. So you both said it was only about sex. You knew you were lying but you pretended for the sake of the arrangement. You didn't want to give him up.
When he had gotten into a fight at the bar he was sent to the army by his parents, he was going to be reformed.
You made a pact when he left. When he came back you would pretend it never happened. You would spend two years apart, he told you to get a boyfriend, a better one than the first one, and you could remain friends. Both of you would move on.
Except when he got back, the violent, spontaneous Youngwoon was gone. He was mature and he had learned how to control his temper.
And the first night back he came to you. He asked if you had a boyfriend.
Of course not because you hadn't let him go yet.
And then you had fallen into bed again. And again. And here you were a year later crying in the bathroom because you wanted him and you could never have him.
So now you knew. He hadn't been fooling around all these years. He had fallen for you too.
A dangerous thing.
But it would wear off. He would fall for Lim. She was cute and she was sweet. It would be a perfect match. Neither could deny it. It was good for them, it was good for business.
And what was more important in marriage than business?
But the night was not over. You had to go out there and show your face. You had to watch your parents face fall when they realized that Youngwoon would be connecting his hotel chain with the 3rd largest in the country. You were in trouble after that.
You fixed your make up and looked at yourself once more. You made a pitiful picture. The love of your life had just made a confession and you were dying inside.
The end of this night could only spell disaster.
Still you stepped out of the wash room and entered the ballroom. Youngwoon was standing next to his parents, looking as miserable as you did.
So this story has changed from the original story idea but still we have a YaDongXOC story~ Please enjoy!
Sorry I can't get the threesome out. Not very pervy, much below par for this blog but I wanted to finally get this out. the draft has been rewritten too many times to count. Also I'm writing a new KrisOC story on asianfanfics, if you're an Exotic and you like Kris, you might want to check it out!
"I can't take it any more," Dongwoo whined, flopping onto the bed with you, his body covering yours. He hugged you tight.
"What happened?" you asked, fingers tangling in his hair, playing with the dyed strands. He was still wearing his clothes from the Idol sports games and the top of his hair was in a little pony tail. The look was incredibly adorable.
He sighed loudly, snuggling closer. "I feel his hands all over me. I can feel how hot his body is. Babe, he was all over me today. There was no escape!"
Understanding flooded you. "I'm so sorry. He's being so difficult."
"It's not your fault I'm a guy. I know he wants you, I've seen him staring at you, undressing you with his eyes. Which is fine, I can't blame him, I know how special you are," Dongwoo said. "But I'll never have a chance with him too! Am I too greedy to want both of you?"
You shook your head, kissing his forehead. "Then we're both greedy because I want both of you too."
"Well you can have both," Dongwoo said. He sighed. "If I was a better boyfriend I would let you sleep with him but... I'm jealous. I don't want him to have you to himself and I don't want you to have him to yourself. I want it my way."
You laughed. "You know I would never cheat on you with him. Even if he never wants either of us you know I love you. I want you before I want any one else."
Dongwoo smiled. "Good because it's just you and me forever."
You giggled. "That sounds exciting. Don't judge when I start going grey."
"Don't judge when my Asian curse sets in a I grow 100 years over night," Dongwoo said. You couldn't help but laugh again.
"I won't I promise," you said. "Let's go watch a movie or something to get your mind off of this."
Dongwoo thought for a second. "Okay as long as you promise to touch me under the blanket."
You rolled your eyes. "In your dreams."
But you both knew that you would do it without him asking. It excited you to touch him knowing that someone could walk in at any moment.
You both stood up, fingers twining together as you walked towards the living room.
As if on cue Howon walked into the hallway, hair wet from his shower. "Hey guys what are you up to?"
"We're just going to watch a movie," you said, feeling Dongwoo squeeze your hand. Gosh your boyfriend was a mess.
"Do you mind if I join?" he asked. "The rest of the members are gone, they went out for dinner with manager and I'm feeling really bored."
Dongwoo hesitated.
"Unless you're having some quiet couple time then I'll just..."
"No it's okay," Dongwoo said. "We're not having couple time. You can watch with us!"
"Awesome, I got this new movie from a fan and I've wanted to watch it for a while but none of the members have agreed yet!" Howon said.
"What's it about?" you asked.
Howon got excited. "It's like this torture horror movie from Japan! I know you're not really a fan of those Dongwoo but you'll like it I promise!"
Dongwoo looked unsure but when Howon got like this it was hard to say no to him.
"Okay let's watch it," it took great strength for him to nod but he managed it. Howon dashed for his room without waiting.
"You can hold my hand," I promised. "And close your eyes if you get scared."
Dongwoo nodded. "Why can't I just say no to that dummy?"
"Because you love him, silly," you reminded him, kissing the tip of his nose.
"That's stupid," Dongwoo said.
"Love always it," you told him, pulling him towards the living room. He flopped on the couch, pulling you on top of him. You settled between his legs and pulled a blanket over your bodies.
Howon entered the room not too long after that, sparing you guys a glance then looking away, a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.
Well, well, well. Did it make him feel awkward to look at us cuddling like this? Well that's his fault. He could be apart of it. He just needed to recognize the fact that Dongwoo was hot and he could easily have a piece of him.
"Where will I sit?" Howon asked, looking at the little space at the end of the couch where your legs were spread out.
"You can sit there," you pointed to the end. "You just have to deal with my legs on you."
He rolled his eyes. "Dongwoo hyung your girlfriend is difficult."
He flicked off the lights, popped in the dvd and sat down on the couch. It started playing without use of the converter.
Howon sat down and pulled your legs into his lap. You felt your leg pressing against his crotch but as he wasn't excited it wasn't noticeable.
The first scene had two boys sitting in an empty classroom. It was immediately strange.
"Umm Dongwoo, do those boys look..."
Howon was the one that answered. "They look like us hyung."
And it was true. The one boy had the strong features, the small forehead of Howon and the other had a big smile and gentle eyes that perfectly matched Dongwoo.
"I don't want to see myself die," Dongwoo whined, covering his face. He pulled you closer.
You settled against his chest more comfortably and he hugged you tightly. You continued to watch the tv, feeling something weird was about to happen. You knew that some Inspirits were dirty. This seemed to be...
Suddenly the Howon look alike stood up and leaned against Dongwoos desk.
"Hyung, I have to tell you something. I saw you watching me yesterday in the locker room, when I was changing. I saw the way you looked at my dick," Howon look alike said.
Dongwoo look alike looked terrified. "I d-didn't! I swear I didn't look at you there. I was just getting changed. I wasn't-"
"That's a lie. You were practically drooling. Is that what you want Hyung? To suck my cock?"
Dongwoo shook his head, nervous eyes flicking everywhere but at Howon. "No I don't want that. I like girls."
Howon chuckled. "You can say that but I see your crotch right now. You hard already. Just thinking about getting a piece of me and you're already hard and needy for me."
"Turn it off!" Dongwoo cried. "We can't watch this!"
"I'm curious," you said suddenly. You felt Howons crotch against your calf. A definite change. He was getting hard.
"What?" Dongwoo asked.
"I'm curious. Why would a fan send you this?" you asked but you knew why. You just wanted to prolong this. If Howon was turned on by this video there was still a chance that you could get something going between the three of you!
"Because they are curious," Dongwoo offered. He was watching the tv with growing interest.
"Is this a real porno? Let's see where this goes," you said. You could feel Dongwoo pressing into your back. He was getting excited as well.
This was a nice turn of events. To put it gently.
At this point fake Howon was sitting on the desk, his legs on either side of Dongwoo, his pants down just far enough to get his cock out.
"Whoa," you said in shock. "Are you that big too Howonnie?"
Dongwoo pinched your side but the question was out.
"Shut up," Howon said quietly. He seemed kinda embarrassed but his eyes never left the screen.
"Howon are you enjoying this?" you asked, purposely rubbing your foot against the straining organ in his pants.
Suddenly the man pushed your legs off his lap and growled at you angrily. "What are you playing at?"
But he didn't wait for an answer. Instead he almost ripped the dvd from the tray and stopped off towards his bedroom.
The silence seemed to echo. "I'm sorry Woo, I pushed him too fast."
Dongwoo shrugged. "He wasn't interested any ways. If he didn't like watching a video with people that looked like us why would-"
"Silly boy, he was rock hard inside those sweatpants of his. He just doesn't want to admit it. Give it time."
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A week later you were entering the Infinite dorm again, greeted only by silence.
Howon was giving Dongwoo the silent treatment and he was extremely pissed at you every time you entered the room. He refused to look at you and when you came over to spend time with your boyfriend he just stomped off into his room.
Today you entered the room knowing that all the members had left except for Dongwoo and Howon who, according to Dongwoo was hiding in his room. You walked down the hall towards your boyfriends room.
You were almost there when you heard moaning. That was not Dongwoo, you knew his moans well enough. This was something entirely different.
Howon.
You got closer to his door, pressing your ear against it. You heard heavy breaths, panting and moans.
Oh god no.
You heard voices in his room.
"I d-didn't! I swear I didn't look at you there. I was just getting changed. I wasn't-"
"That's a lie. You were practically drooling. Is that what you want Hyung? To suck my cock?"
Howon was watching the video again.
You needed to get Dongwoo. You moved to leave but Dongwoos door was opening.
He started down the hallway and you pressed a finger against your lip. He frowned and got closer. It didn't take him long to realize what was happening though he wore his cute confused expression for a few seconds longer.
"Is he...? Really?" Dongwoo asked, it was too good to be true.
"I told you," you said. You knocked on the door and Dongwoos eyes widened.
"What are you doing?" He hissed, clearly scared of what your reckless actions were going to mean for his relationship with his best friend.
You heard Howon swear and the video shut off quickly. The door swung open to reveal a flustered, sweaty Howon.
"What do you want?" he snapped.
"Whatcha watching?" you asked mischievously. Inside you were shaking. You wanted to make this work. Not just for you but for Dongwoo who was struggling a bit more everyday to contain himself. He needed this.
"What do you mean?" Howon asked, looking at once horrified and furious. He tried to not look down at his crotch but the bulge there was obvious.
"We heard something in your room, it sounded rather...hot and bothered," you said, raising an eyebrow. You knew this had to be handled in a mature way but Howon was always so stoic you felt like you had to tease him just for a moment.
You knew he would fight at first, it was in his nature but eventually he would give in because you saw the signs. Howon was just as interested in making the threesome work as you both were. He just needed to realize that he wasn't the only one interested.
"I-I," he rubbed the back of his head nervously.
Your hear thudded at how cute he was when he was nervous. You had to go easy on him.
"Howonie please just..." you sighed, stepping into his room, pulling Dongwoo with you. You shut the door behind you and looked at him with serious eyes. "Can we sit down and talk?"
At that sentence he looked terrified. "T-Talk? I don't think-"
Dongwoo scrunched his face, closing his eyes tight. "Please we need to figure this out. Just...let's talk."
Howon looked at the serious expressions on your faces and nodded. "Okay, uh..let's sit down."
Howon sat down on the bed and Dongwoo sat next to him, his legs shaking as he sat down. I pulled Howons chair from his desk and sat down too.
"So..."
The atmosphere was tense. It was strange to think that a moment before you had been smirking outside his door, that seemed like a lifetime ago.
The silence began to grow. It hurt for it to be that silent.
"I like you," you blurted. Ugh. As much as you tried to be this crazy confident seductress it was impossible. You were just this shy little girl.
Howons eyes went wide. "WHAT?!"
"Yeah I know this is something so weird to just...throw at you but I really like you Howon," you said, your entire face was getting red. Oh god you were so red.
Howon blinked. "I...I don't know what to say." He glanced at Dongwoo. "You know about this? And it doesn't bother you."
"Uh..." Dongwoo was focusing on his feet as if his slippers were the most interesting things in the room. "I have a confession too."
Howon was silent, he just continued to stare.
"I like you too," Dongwoo looked away. He refused to meet Howons eyes.
Howon on the other hand was only staring at Dongwoo. Eyes was big as saucers.
"Um Howon?" you said, clearing your throat.
"You're making fun of me," he answered finally.
You blinked before it sunk in. "Pardon?"
"So who told you? Was it Sunggyu? He told you that I liked you both and now you're here making fun of me. This is sick, please just leave me-"
Suddenly Dongwoo was throwing his arms around Howon and squeezing him tight.
"You like me too? I knew you liked her, she's beautiful and perfect why wouldn't you? But I'm a guy and I thought you would be grossed out. I know it's kinda weird but I promise you don't have to-"
"Wait, wait, I'm so confused," Howon said, he was slowly stroking Dongwoo hair as if without thought. He was looking at you, brow furrowed. "Sunggyu didn't tell you?"
You shook your head, watching as Dongwoo peeked up at Howons face. "No we're being serious. We both like you. We've been talking about it for a while between the two of us, we're not trying to make fun of you. Dongwoo has been so scared because he doesn't want to ruin your friendship."
"Dongwoo I love you," Howon said, squeezing the older body tighter. "I have since before we debut! But I never thought.... And you too? You like me too?"
You nodded, biting your lip. "I'm sorry."
"Come here," he said, patting the bed. You quickly got up and sat next to him, still trying your best not to stare at his crotch. It looked really impressive in his loose track pants.
He slid his arm around your back, the other arm around Dongwoo still. Shy little Dongwoo.
"I need a second to process this," he said. He took a deep breath. "So if I kissed you right now that would be okay?"
"Kiss Dongwoo first," you said without hesitation. "But yes I want to kiss."
Howon looked over at Dongwoo, who had just sat up straight. His eyes wide. "Hyung? Don't hit me."
He leaned forward, fitting their mouths together. It was probably the cutest kiss you had ever seen. You knew that Dongwoo had a wild passion inside him, he had used it on you on those nights that he was feeling particularly needy but now he was showing none of that.
This kiss was gentle, speaking to how powerful their emotions for each other were. The slight tilt of the head, the way Howon cupped his cheek, the slow press of lips.
They pulled away both panting, looking at each other incredulously.
"I can't believe this is happening," Dongwoo was the first to voice the looks.
Howon merely shook his head. After a few seconds Dongwoo pointed at you.
"Her turn."
Howon turned, stiffly. He bit his lip then met your eyes. "It's okay?"
"It's more than okay," you promised him.
He touched you with the same gentleness, as if he were afraid to break you. Maybe he thought this wasn't real. Your hand found one of his and your fingers laced together.
You tilted your head, parting your lips slightly. Your tongues swiped together, both acting without hesitation. There was no movement for anything more intimate despite the problem in his pants but he kept kissing you as if he needed it to breath.
When he finally pulled back he leaned back against the bed he was grinning from ear to ear.
"I know this is kinda weird," Howon started, still smiling. "Three people is one too many, and I know I'm late to the game, you guys have been together for so long but-"
"It doesn't matter," Dongwoo promised. "We can make this work, the fans just aren't allowed to find out. Or management. They will kill us."
Both you and Howon nodded. "It's our secret."
Dongwoo looked at Howons side with great want. He was clearly to shy to ask. Howon saw and pulled him down into the crook of his elbow.
"Lie down," Howon said after you didn't move.
"Are you...uncomfortable?" you looked down at his crotch which had not gone down yet.
He flushed red. "It's okay, just ignore it."
"I can...we can help?"
"It's too early for sex," Howon shook his head.
Dongwoo snorted because you had past the point of no sex long ago.
"Okay, no sex," you nodded. You covered the bulge with your palm. Howon made a shocked noise.
"It's okay I swear you don't have-"
"Technically it should be Dongwoo doing this, it is his fault," you smirked. "But I'll take the reigns this time."
You smiled and pulled his pants down around the top of his thighs.He wasn't wearing underwear. He must have forgot to put them on when you had knocked on the door.
Your hand wrapped around his member, feeling how hot the organ was in your palm.
The noise he made was delicious. The kind that the fan girls always wanted to hear. It seemed to vibrate in your body and you scooted closer, your leg pressing against his.
You pumped him faster, feeling him thrust up into your fist.
"Ah, I'm so wound up from before, I t-think I'm c-close," Howon said, wrapping a hand around the arm that was holding you up on the bed. His sweat slick hand slid up your arm, holding tight.
Dongwoo leaned over and kissed the side of Howons neck. You watched in fascination as Howon turned his head to kiss the older man.
Their kiss was just as sweet and gentle as before, but this time Howon was panting, getting desperate as his orgasm approached.
He gasped your name, squeezing your arm so tightly it pinched. He made a weak groaning noise as his hips bucked up. He kissed Dongwoo hard as he came undone, spurting thick ropes of white against your arm and his stomach.
Dongwoo looked down at the evidence of his arousal for a moment before he leaned down, clearly making a decision and lick across Howons stomach, tasting his cum.
"You don't have-"
"I was curious," Dongwoo shrugged, licking his lips.
"Verdict?" you asked, smirking. Your body was buzzing with excitement but this wasn't the time, you would ignore it.
"Not the best but I'll take if for Howon," Dongwoo said.
You giggled. "I understand that."
You helped pull up Howons pants and the three of you laid down together in a comfortable silence.
"Wait...are you telling me I don't taste good?"
By that point you were so tired you weren't sure who said it. Money was on Howon.
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