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you people be making OT7 and OT6 your whole personality oh my fucking days.

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So it has been brought to my attention by my lovely moot @sunmoonnie that there's an account OPENLY disrespecting Minas death and honestly I hate being involved in drama but I gen can't stay quiet about this —

First off I'd like to call out how hypocritical they are! You mentioned finding both cases of Evan leaving the grp and Minas passing to be of equal importance (which they are not btw we're talking about a human life vs a grown man decision hello?!?) yet later claim that her death is less important?? They then proceed to claim that her death was faked?

Mind you theres videos/photos of her commiting on LIVE stream and the police are currently running an investigation. You then claim not to have looked into the information deeply but go out of your way to spread misinformation?? I thought we all knew to shut the fuck up if we don't have our facts?! We're talking about a dead girl but you saw the need to add your horseshit take on why you think she deserved the hate cause she "faked her death" GENUINELY stfu like we cannot be doing this. And were not even fucking done. You mentioned how you have a fan/idol relationship with enha saying that they are equally as parasocial as you. Dare I remind you that they are doing their job!! Enhypen does not know your ass log off genuinely this level of parasocialism is insanely unhealthy. If you think you're so entitled to enha to the point of wanting to force a member that WILLINGLY left the grp back simply for your satisfaction, there's something deeply wrong with you. And I dont give a flying fuck if you've blocked me I will run my mouth as much as I want to call out idiots like you!!! And this is a reminder to everyone that this is no longer simply Kpop discourse this is about humanity!! A young girl died from cyberbullying! get off your egoistic mindset and have some empathy! Fucking hell.

If you think someone like this deserves a platform kindly log off as well like bye y'all kindly report/block this account we can't keep letting such people have platforms in this fandom ot7/ot6, minor/adult it doesn't matter again this is about a persons life.

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DOUBLE TROUBLE ✶ ( 이희승 & 심재윤 )

the sweetest fruits are always forbidden, and in this case, it's your two new stepbrothers ❤︎⁠

PAIRING⟢ lee heeseung x sim jaeyun x f!reader

TAGS ──── ⚠️ MDNI, porn with plot ( 8.3k ) ft. nerd bsf! sunghoon, stepcest, morally gray characters, finger sucking, food play, dry humping, wet dream, oral (f!receiving), clit play, threesome, piv, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!), double penetration, choking, spanking, praise kink, degradation, use of word slut, creampie, orgasm denial, mind break, they're SO freaked out, nasty smut, heejake are seniors y/n & hoon are juniors (all characters are 18+)

NOTE based on this ask!

WHEN YOUR MOM showed you the ring on her finger the size of an actual rock, you were happy. 

she’d finally met someone. a good man, who always smiled at you, asked how your classes were going, and reminded you to eat on time with a faint frown. one who surprisingly didn’t look at you like you were some extra baggage, unlike her past flings, who considered you the annoying fee they paid to be with your hot young mother. “a total milf,” they would comment. sure, they were all passionate and steamy—but then they fizzled out just as quickly.

so, when she packed your entire life up into neat cardboard boxes at the speed of light—not that it would take so long, given the humble shoebox apartment you lived in—you were so happy for her. you’d never seen her smile so much and go so long without complaining about the broken AC. it was like nothing could faze her.

so, why is it that now that you’re all settled into your new house, with its marble floor and spiraling staircase and a walk-in bedroom closet the size of your old living room, you just feel so…

…unhappy?

all the spaciousness and grandeur of it all wasn’t lost on you. but it just felt unfamiliar, and that’s what made it all the more scary. it’s not like you missed your old life. you just felt like you didn’t fit into your new one. 

take, for example, the prep school your stepfather had enrolled you in. full of prissy teenagers with ruffled skirts and fresh blowouts and faces that looked as if they were carved by angels—not really, just the work of their family’s plastic surgeon. 

but none of it hid their rotten interiors. 

you felt their vulture eyes on you every time you passed by, whispering in hushed tones about how your mom had apparently swindled her new husband. how they couldn’t fathom the likes of you breathing the same air as them. 

it all probably would’ve completely broken you—if it weren’t for your stepbrothers. honestly, they were absolute lifesavers.

heeseung and jake always accompanied you to every one of your classes, heeseung’s hand on your lower back was a warm, steady presence that held your edges together as you tried to tune out the noise of all the stares and snickers. and jake would take your hand in his, murmuring, “don’t worry about them, just focus on this,” rubbing the insides of your wrist to ground you. 

what you didn’t notice was the very next second after you’d walked into class, they would turn around and shoot the most venomous glare at those girls, a silent threat that didn’t go unnoticed as they quieted down instantly.

it was all very surprising. the way people at school seemed to be almost worship them. 

of course, you noticed how the crowd parted whenever they appeared in the hallway. how the table you three sat was somehow always left empty, as if specially reserved, even in a cafeteria where people would fight just for a seat. 

once, a freshman tripped over his unlaced seakers, spilling a can of orange pop soda near you guys. heeseung had just looked at him blankly. it’s not like he was even aggressive or anything. you’d actually never seen him lose his temper. he was such a calm person. but the guy blabbered hundreds of apologies and scurried to wipe it up as if he was being chased.

you didn’t see what all the fuss was about. they were so painstakingly ordinary. you often wondered what people would say if they saw the way they acted at home. just two rowdy high school boys making a mess in the kitchen when they were supposed to be doing chores, yelling over each other so loudly when playing video games that your stepdad had to cut off the WiFi so he could holler at them and get them to finally stop. 

but you really didn’t know what you would do without them—and your best friend, sunghoon.

SUNGHOON HAD a skittish temperament. he was six feet tall, but he always slouched. he didn’t speak unless spoken to. so, when he approached you to pair up in chemistry lab, it was safe to say you were intrigued. 

he had quickly explained, a slight tremor to his voice and black locks falling into his face, that it was because he had overheard from the advisor that you were joining the science olympiad, so he trusted that you “won’t mess everything up like these idiots.” 

after that, it was basically history. with you, and your shared nonexistent popularity, you guessed he just felt comfortable to be himself. he could relate to being on the lowest rung of the hierarchy. 

in the past, he’d struggle to choke up a full sentence and function as a member of civil society. but funnily enough, these days, it seemed like you couldn’t get him stop talking. he would ramble on and on about the unique properties of alkalines or another one of his current hyperfixations. in response, you would bump his shoulder and roll your eyes jokingly, telling him, “we get itt,” and he would flush a deep red, going mute and absentmindedly rubbing that same spot on his shoulder the rest of the day. had you actually hurt him or something? you were getting concerned.

but today, he looked even more skittish than usual. in a way that had nothing to do with this temperament. you didn’t think it was possible, but here he was, completely avoiding eye contact with you, murmuring a quick, “hey,” as he brushed past you and sat all the way in the back of class. 

weird.

you wanted to ask him what was wrong, but then the teacher had started the lecture, so you had to sit down. 

after class, he practically ran out the door. you caught up to him, grabbing his wrist. “sunghoon, wait!”

he stilled, shrugging out of your grasp as if your touch had burned him. it made bile rise in your throat. 

why was he being so weird? like, did you smell or something? 

he turned to you, looking down at the floor, and that’s when you noticed the sickly green color of his skin. you catalogued each observation as if it could help you piece together what he wasn’t telling you. his gaunt dark circles, sunken cheekbones, mussed uniform, and split lip. sunghoon was one of the most meticulous people you knew. he even ironed his bed sheets, something he’d told you in confidence. so the fact he looked so unkempt only confirmed to you that he wasn’t well.

“are you ok? you look sick. is something wrong?”

“it’s nothing,” he mumbled under his breath, all too quick that you knew to press further. 

“don’t lie to me, hoonie. what is it? why are you avoiding me?”

he sighed so deeply that it sounded like he was carrying something heavier than he let on, and finally looked up at you. and the look in his wide, glassy eyes made your blood run cold. he looked fucking scared. yes, he was scared of a lot of things. the dark. the yellow teletubby. his mother’s voicemails. but not you. never you.

“i don’t think we should really be friends anymore.” 

your stomach dropped. each word cut into your heart like daggers. 

“w-what? why are you saying this? did i do something wrong?”

“no, i just don’t think it’s a good idea. i’ve realized that we’re too different. you’re not on my level.” 

what the fuck.

the tears brimmed hot and ready to fall. your chest caved in and your voice felt all too weak when you whispered, “you don’t mean that.” 

“no, i do. you’re a nobody. i don’t want to be associated with you.” 

and that’s what did it, the tears streaming down your face. you wanted to scream. you wanted to demand an explanation, because this was just ridiculous. you wanted to shake him until the sick monster wearing sunghoon’s face with sunghoon’s voice disappeared and you got your sunghoon back. 

but the words died in your throat. 

you’d never expected this. from sunghoon, of all people? sure, people hated you and your guts. sure, most of them never acknowledged your presence and when they did, it was only to giggle at you behind your back, but sunghoon? he was your best friend.

your only friend. 

he turned away before he could see you crumple to the ground.

WHEN YOU ARRIVED at home, you didn’t say a word to anyone. usually, you would at least smile and ask martha, the housekeeper, how her grandchildren were doing. 

but today, you didn’t have it in you to care. in fact, you could barely feel your limbs as you sprawled on your bed like a starfish. the tears had stopped long ago because you’d bled your body dry. your throat was achy, and your clothes felt sticky, and you really wanted to take a shower, but you couldn’t even move. 

a small knock on your door resounded. 

you hiccuped, mumbling, “come in.” 

heeseung and jake stood in the corridor, eyes wide at your state of complete disarray. god, you probably looked like such a mess right now. you didn’t want them to see you like this. you didn’t want to make them think you were always some weak helpless thing they had to protect all the time. a burden. you quickly wiped your face, getting up already, when jake stopped you, a hand on your shoulder, propping up the pillows behind you and tucking the blanket over you. 

“you should take it easy. we could hear you crying for hours, it felt like it was never gonna stop. your body needs the rest.”

heeseung nodded along, handing you a bottle of water and gently tipping it up so you could take small sips as he asked, “do you want to talk about it? it’s okay if you don’t want to.” 

“no, i think i’ll feel better telling you guys. i feel like i’m going crazy and i don’t know if i’m being dramatic.”

you took a deep breath. “so, you know sunghoon?”

“the kid that’s always following you around like a lost puppy?” jake snickered. heeseung bumped  him with this elbow, “sorry, sorry,” he chuckled. “what about him?”

“he told me today that he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. he cut off our friendship. like, we almost, broke up? i don’t know what to even call it. can you even break up as friends?” you rambled, the words spilling out of you, because you needed the sound of your voice to drone out your thoughts, the way the moment replayed in your head like a broken CD. “i don’t even know what i did wrong. and when i asked him, he said, i’m not on h-his l-level. can you believe it? since when did that kind of stuff even matter to him? he just seems like a completely different person.”

jake cut in, “because he is. he’s just showing his true colors.”

heeseung added on, “jake’s right, y/nnie. you don’t need anyone who doesn’t appreciate you in their life. your feelings are valid. he was being an asshole, but he doesn’t deserve your tears. this is just who he is, and today you finally found out.”

“w-what do you mean?” sunghoon was harsh today, but he wasn’t a bad person. he spent his free time volunteering at the bunny shelter, for god’s sake. 

jake’s voice was sweet, but it didn’t do anything to land the blow of his words, “haven’t you heard? sunghoon’s been talking a big game about you. during P.E. in the locker room, he was bragging about how he became friends with you and how you guys are so close, all so that he could finally hit it.” 

“what.”

heeseung explained, “he only became your friend, because he thought you would eventually sleep with him. and i guess, well, since you haven’t, he dropped you,” he shrugged.

“no, i know what that means, i’m just in shock.” 

heeseung rubbed slow circles on your back, “i know it’s a lot to take in. we overheard from some of the guys earlier. we were going to tell you, but then all this went down. i’m sorry, y/n.”

you nodded along, his touch a slight respite to your heavy heart. it made sense. sunghoon was only being nice to you for this digustingly selfish reason and now he’d come clean because he didn’t feel the need to keep up the act any longer. after all, who in the world could truly switch up that fast?

“thank you, guys,” your voice was broken and raspy, but you still hoped they heard the gratefulness in it. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

THE NEXT FEW DAYS passed by in a blur. eat (barely). coffee (way too much). study. repeat. (note: the lack of the word sleep). you’d spent every waking moment camping out in the library, under the guise of preparing for exams, but really, it was to keep yourself so buried in your work that you didn’t feel anything else—just numb—not even the hurt or heartbreak of anything tied to a particularly pale and lanky ex-friend of yours.  

now, finished with all your exams, you were planning to spend the rest of the night cooped up in your room, like always, re-reading some stupid romance novel for the hundredth time until your eyes got bleary and sleep took over, because otherwise, it was too hard to fall asleep these days. 

but then, jake barged into your room and announced to nobody in particular, “this is so not it.”

“who cares. just leave me alone, jake,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and turning over in bed so your back was facing him. 

he turned you back, taking the book from your hands quicker than you could say no. “hey, i care. hell, you’ve been completely isolated from society the last 2 fucking weeks. you need to get out of this goddamn room. i swear it’s making you depressed.”

“okay, fine, whatever,” you relented, too tired to argue, as he dragged you out of bed and into the gaming room. yes, they had a whole separate room just for their antics (funded by daddy dearest, of course).

the walls were a dark gray, and there were thick blackout curtains prepared to make it the most comfortable viewing experience. red LED lights washed the room in a soft glow and two leather gaming chairs sat in front of the flatscreen smart TV. trinkets and figurines, from limited edition legos to toy story, were displayed on the wall shelves. 

“hey y/n,” heeseung nodded over at you with a small smile, still practically glued to the screen.

“there’s no space for me to sit, see? i’ll just go back,” you swiftly turned, already trying to escape—but jake caught your wrist in time, “no biggie. you can share with one of us.”

“yeah, come on, you can sit with me,” heeseung patted at the space next to him on the chair, although it looked nowhere near big enough for anyone, really. 

regardless, you swallowed any hesitation you had because of how nice they were being to you. so, you cleared your throat and plopped down, desperately trying to squeeze in, huffing when it became clear it was impossible. literally only a toddler could fit here. “it’s not enough space,” you mumbled, already getting up—but heeseung pulled you back down.

on his lap, this time. 

your cheeks went hot as you squirmed around, still trying to get up, but he held the controller in one hand and placed the other on your thigh, stilling you in an attempt to calm your nerves. instinctively, you looked down and something about the sight of his tan, large, callused hand against your soft thighs, the firmness of his grip, how easily he’d commanded your focus, it all made your stomach flip for reasons you couldn’t exactly name.

heeseung broke you out of your thoughts. “just stop moving around and enjoy the game, y/n. come on, you’ve been holed up in your room for god knows how long. so, just take your mind off things and have a good time, yeah?”

you turned around to look at him, his soft gaze and huge brown eyes that held only care and concern for you. you think if heeseung looked at anyone like that and asked anything, they could do nothing else but agree. so you found yourself nodding along, you were truly grateful, but inside, you just felt incredibly guilty. you couldn’t stop replaying sunghoon’s harsh words and somehow they’d absorbed into you. a new insecurity that you’d internalized fully. that you were somebody that was difficult to be around. that it was hard for people to like you. that you weren’t on their level. 

your eyes flit to the floor. “i know, hee, but i feel bad, i’m disturbing you guys and making you literally carry me right now,” you mumbled, only voicing half of what was swimming inside your head.

he tucked a misplaced strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering at your jaw, tilting your downcast head up again. “hey, look at me. it’s okay, i really don’t mind. you’re fun to be around and we want you here. with us.” he looked at jake for a moment, who nodded in solidarity and agreement. “not inside of that crazy head of yours. and if i really minded, y/n, i would tell you, i promise.”

you’re fun to be around.

we want you here.

with just two sentences, heeseung had singlehandedly addressed the gnarly things you’d try to run away from these past few weeks. how was he so good at this? were you really that transparent? still, every single one of those words acted like a balm to the wounds that were yet to heal. it didn’t completely fix everything, of course. a small part of you, a faint voice ringing in your ears, refused to believe that he really meant it. that you deserved such kind words. but you droned it out. instead, you allowed yourself to soak in the warmth of his words. immediately, your mood was brighter, a small smile twitching at your mouth.

with that, you felt less embarrassed or like you were overstepping. so you finally relaxed into heeseung, practically using him like a pillow, as he brought his arms back around you, holding the controller. everyone went back to focusing on the game. it was quite entertaining actually, especially when jake would yell at the screen like a madman every time heeseung beat him. it had been a while since you’d had this much fun. things were going well.

yeah, for a grand total of five minutes.

because right then, you felt an unmistakable hardness against your lower back. at first, it didn’t even register, because you refused to acknowledge it. maybe if you pretended it didn’t exist, it wouldn’t. totally solid logic, y/n. you told yourself it was just a natural reaction. heeseung was a young man, so of course, he had these fundamental biological reactions. he couldn’t help it. it was completely normal and nothing to fuss about. you felt guilty for even putting him in this position in the first place, he was being so nice and accommodating, just to get you out of your head, so you didn’t want to make him feel all weird about it and humiliate him.  

but then, you felt it nudge against your core, down there, catching at the spongy entrance of your pussy covered only by a flimsy pair of panties and the silk nightdress that you were wearing. 

you practically flew out of your seat.

“what is it? is something wrong?” heeseung peered up at you with wide eyes, a small frown tugging at his mouth. 

jake removed his headset and looked at you both curiously, his brows furrowed in confusion.

whatever excuse you were going to say to get back to your room evaporated instantly in the back of your throat. they were being so sweet and trying to include you so you didn’t feel so alone. you didn’t want to ruin everything or seem difficult or rude. you didn’t want to prove sunghoon right. that no one would want to be friends with you. spend time with you. 

so, you decided you should just suck it up. 

you stuttered, “n-nothing’s wrong. just my foot fell asleep, so i got up to stretch. that’s all,” you let out a nervous chuckle, dropping into an unceremonious lunge right there, sweat beading down your forehead. “see? all gone!”

heeseung looked mildly confused, glancing at jake for a beat, but just sighed and nodded. you sat back down, hoping and praying that thing would go away. 

but it didn’t. 

so then you took it upon yourself to create some distance between you two, because maybe if you weren’t stuck to his back as much it would help make it go away. it was the least you could do. you scooted a bit forward, but then heeseung lunged forward too, shouting at something on the screen, firing the joystick forward forcefully to attack his opponent as he was completely enraptured in the game. 

the friction of the roll of his hips against yours sent a tingle down your spine, and heat pooled in between your thighs. you squirmed again, trying to reposition yourself better, but every rub and drag and grind of him beneath you became only more and more pronounced until you felt the dampness starting to coat your panties. nononoNO. this cannot be happening.

and then, heeseung lowered his arms around the controller, bringing it down so it was resting on your lap. the feeling of the solid weight of his hands right there, where you were craving something you couldn’t even tell the shape of, just knowing this was not nearly enough to quench that ache, it was all too much. you let out a small, broken whimper before you could stop it. 

that’s it. you launched yourself out of the seat and mumbled a quick, “sorry, i have to go,” running out the door and hoping he or jake didn’t hear it.

fuck, that was so embarrasssing.

YOU THOUGHT you could just block out that whole incident from your memory. where was the eternal sunshine clinic when you needed it? it was all going according to plan, kind of…

now, you were in the kitchen, baking red velvet cupcakes to relax and take your mind off things. you’d already finished with the base cake part, and now you were making the buttercream frosting. hey, maybe, you could share some with heeseung and it would make things less weird, because—well, you’d been kind of avoiding him. 

but then, you felt a warm solid presence hovering behind you. heeseung. your body thrummed, adrenaline rushing as you shivered, from fear or from something else, you didn’t know. had your mental state deteriorated so much that you were having fucking hallucinations, now? oh, lord.

suddenly, hands gripped your sides. “BOO!” a voice boomed over your shoulder.

a shrill, blood-curdling scream ripped from your lungs. you hadn’t considering that there could actually be someone there, since you were so convinced you were imagining things. you felt a low, gravelly chuckle grazing your ear, a warm breath fanning across your neck that made you shiver again. 

“please, you’re so easy to scare,” jake chuckled. 

before you could whack him with the whisk, he promptly swiped it from your hand, and shot you that lazy dimpled grin you’d come to recognize as a sign that he’s up to absolutely no good. “so, can i get a taste?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes you didn’t trust one bit.

“with what, dumbass, you stole my utensil,” you grumbled. he’d completely pissed you off with his little prank. otherwise, you might’ve been more agreeable to give him some. in fact, you’d already been planning on sharing anyway.

“well, you still have your hands,” he pointed down at them. 

“wow, great observation. no shit, sherlock,” you rolled your eyes.

“please, pretty please, just a little bite. or else, i’m telling your mom that you’re hogging all the food and bullying me.”

“oh okay, because you’re literally starving or something.” 

“well, i am now,” he singsonged. 

“ugh, fine,” you muttered, dipping your finger in gingerly to pick up some of the white frosting, ready to place it in his hand, but right then, he abruptly took your wrist and pulled you closer until your chest collided with his. 

your heart dropped straight into the ground. you couldn’t breathe.

he was so close you could see the small golden flecks in his eyes as he held your gaze intensely. your face started getting hot. suddenly, he closed his lips around your index finger, enveloping it in the heat of his mouth, still holding eye contact with you. your mind went completely blank like a whiteboard. his lashes fluttered once, and all you could do was watch like it was happening in slow-motion, the way he hollowed his mouth, looking up at you with a hooded sultry gaze. all you could do was feel the sensation of his tongue lapping and sucking and swirling around your finger, getting every last bit of frosting. and all you could hear were the wet smacks of his tongue and the faint buzz of the kitchen fan, and the increasingly louder thump, thump, thump of your own heartbeat.

“mmm,” he moaned around it, a vibration that resounded low and sent a tremor through your body. he let your finger go with a loud pop, plump lips glistening with the remaining wetness, “tastes real good.”

you couldn’t even respond properly. your brain was still catching up to what just happened. you were definitely annoyed. furious at him for first pranking you, then this, whatever this was. but you were also really, really fucking turned on. good thing jake didn’t leave you struggling for too long, saying, “now, your turn.”

he scooped up a bit of frosting onto his index finger,  holding it up to your mouth expectantly, tapping your lips with his thumb, “open up,” and you complied on autopilot, brain long since gone into overdrive.

you cautiously licked just the tip, but then he thrust his finger in deeper, and added another finger, causing you to gag. “c’mon, you gotta clean all of it off to really get the taste,” he cooed. 

you slackened your jaw, letting your lips cover your teeth so as not to graze his fingers and began sucking of all the creamy frosting until the sugary sweetness of it melted and mixed with the warm, slightly salty flavor of his skin. and all that was left was the aftertaste of him on your tongue. 

slowly, he dragged his finger out, mechanically washing his hands in the kitchen sink as you gawked at him the whole time. 

and then he left without another word. 

so, what the actual fuck.

YOU DIDN’T REALLY do this type of thing often. touching yourself. even thinking it out loud, even if it was just in your head, made you feel weird and self-conscious. probably, because of your lack of experience in the sector, being a virgin and all that. not like you were embarassed about it. you just never felt ready yet. honestly, maybe, it was the effect of the purity culture surrounding you. or maybe, it was because even though your mother had never had a shortage of sexual encounters and one night stands (ones that you had to unfortunately block out with noise-cancelling headphones on the other side of the wall), she’d never really sat you down and had the talk. you’re thankful, though, it would have been way too awkward. but still.

sometimes, you wish you knew more about this kind of stuff.

like now, because you had no idea what you were supposed to be doing with your fingers shoved down there. 

you started by swirling your finger across your clit, poking and prodding and hoping it would get you over the edge. occasionally, you would dip your finger actually inside, spreading the wetness up and all over, but it all felt too mechanical. the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter, but you just couldn’t… 

come. 

you huffed, retreating your hand, frustrated. maybe, thinking of something specific would help. of someone. 

your mind drifted to a hazy image of tan veiny hands, brown locks, and eyes that looked like melted pools of butter. the vivid memory of his heart-shaped lips around your fingers. how it would feel to kiss him, how you knew he would be good at it, his skilled tongue tangling with yours as his hands roamed your waist and hip, and dipped lower. lower. lower. how he would curl his fingers into the wetness pooling inside your thighs, sucking and licking and fucking you with his tongue until your toes curled. 

oh my god, you were so close.

so so close.

in your reverie, another pair of hands caressed your waist, landing on your ass until you felt him, strong and solid pressing into you. every roll of his hips against yours sent you further into the jake’s mouth, the high bridge of his nose bumping your clit in the most perfect way. meanwhile, heeseung squeezed and smacked your ass, “god, you love this don’t you. love being such a good little slut for us,” he groaned, grinding his cock against you in slow, torturous circles.

“she tastes so sweet,” jake moaned, licking a long stripe down your clit until you trembled and whined. 

jake started thrusting his fingers in and out at a rapid pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time and kissing and tonguing your pussy. simultaneously, heeseung roughly moved you back against him, rolling his hips frantically to chase the impending high. the dual sensation of heeseung’s cock rubbing back against you and jake’s mouth and fingers—it was all too much. and you felt your muscles lock up as pleasure washed over you and left you shaking. 

your head felt hazy. your clothes were all sticky. and it wasn’t until you were inside the shower, letting the steady hot drizzle of the water burn into your skin, that the thought fully materialized.  

you’d orgasmed thinking about heeseung and jake. 

your fucking stepbrothers. 

you’d never felt worse.

THE GUILT WAS eating at you slowly but surely. a secret that tasted like bile in your throat. here they were, being so nice and caring. sure, jake would mess around with you. but it was only because he was cracking a joke just to make you smile, it’s not like he knew how crazy you were and how your body would react to it. and heeseung? he would sit and listen to you for hours as you vented out all your frustrations—and all you could think about was this. disgusting. 

you felt like a horny crazy sex demon had possessed you.

so, you skirted around them whenever you could, eyes flitting to the ground, always mumbling a quick, “sorry, gotta go.” 

but, now, there was no way around it. your parents had left on a business trip, and they’d left the house in the care of you three.

leaving you in the middle of it all, quite literally. because, right now, heeseung sat on your left and jake on your right, caging you in with everything you’d been trying not to confront, as some old rom-com played on the tv. you weren’t paying attention at all. you were only here, because they’d cornered you and insisted you never hang out with them anymore (this was true), and your parents weren’t even there to act as a buffer, so you really had no escape route.

plus, when heeseung had asked why you’d been so busy recently (the flimsy excuse you’d come up with on the spot), just seeing him so dejected and hurt made you feel even more guilty. you didn’t want to keep making them think that they did something wrong to push you away, when the whole problem was you and your dirty mind! 

the three of you were wrapped in a thick off-white cashmere couch blanket that your mother had picked out for the decor. as the movie droned on, heeseung’s hand came to rest on your thigh like an afterthought, a phantom touch that reminded you of one too many nights ago. and jake was practically glued to your side, muttering something about how cold it was, shoulders bumping against yours every other second. 

heeseung traced slow patterns on your thigh, still facing the TV, and you wrote it off as some absentminded fidgeting thing. you didn’t mind, really. it wasn’t anything inappropriate, of course.

but you swore you could feel his hand slowly inching up until it brushed the hem your cotton pajama shorts. but honestly, you were probably just imagining that. your horny sex-crazed brain was playing tricks on you.  

and that’s when you felt jake’s breath grazing the tip of your ear, his lips brushing against your neck, as he whispered, low and gravelly, “hey, can you hand me the remote?”

you froze, a whimper slipping from you before you could stop it.

oh my god, you fucking whimpered instead of handing him the remote like a normal person.

and it didn’t go unnoticed, because heeseung whipped his head away from the TV, eyes solely latched onto you, “hm? what was that?” 

“n-nothing,” you mumbled, voice still breathy and high-pitched.

“didn’t sound like nothing. y/n, is something wrong?” jake’s honey-sweet voice dripped with concern. 

“well, uhm. there is one thing.”

“go on, what is it? you know you can tell us anything, right?” heeseung smiled warmly, a half-moon-shaped crinkle appearing next to his eyes that made you think he looked like an absolute teddy bear or something. NO, STOP Y/N. stop romanticizing him. HE’S YOUR STEPBROTHER. 

still, his calm demeanor set your nerves somewhat at ease, so you just thought you’d get it all out and worry later.

“i can’t stop thinking about IT.”

“like the clown?” jake snickered. “come on, it’s not even that scary.”

“no,” you groaned with frustration, “like ITT. you know?” you gestured with your hands in some wavy motion that only left them more confounded than before. 

“what the hell is that supposed to be?” heeseung let out a small chuckle, genuinely lost.

“like s-e-x. ugh, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, and i-i can’t stop, and it’s really gross, and oh my goodness, there’s something totally wrong with me, right? i think i need to see someone, this is so bad, ugh, i hate myself, sorry i’m being so weird,” the words tumbled out before you could stop and think. all of what’s been plaguing your mind now out in the open. tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill.

jake wrapped his hand around yours, “hey, no, look at me. you know we care about you, right?” 

you nodded, unable to speak. everything felt like it was closing on you, caught in your throat.

heeseung added on, “and you know we’d do anything for you, righ—”

jake cut him off, “so let us help you out.”

“what do you mean?” you mumbled, vision starting to go blurry with unshed tears. you blinked it away.

“you know, with that. trust me, you just need to experience it, so you don’t keep thinking about it. it’ll feel good, and then you never have to worry about it again.”

“o-okay, j-just get rid of it. please.” you didn’t care how wrong this was. you would do anything to stop feeling this way. it was the only way to fix this once and for all, so you could stop fantasizing about your goddamn stepbrothers.

“just let us take care of you, okay? heeseung rubbed slow, comforting circles on your knee. “you trust us, right?”

you nodded, beyond thankful and ready to get this over with. 

heeseung brought his hand up to cup your face, your lashes fluttering shut as he tilted your head up and kissed you, swallowing your gasp. his pillowy lips melted against yours, it was soft, slow, and he took his time with small pecks that made you lose your balance. he coaxed your mouth further open with his tongue, hands growing braver as he wrapped them around your waist, pressing you to him as he exhaled into you with a small moan. he pulled back, and it took some time for your eyes to adjust to the light and the delicate, sweet bliss clouding your head to dissipate. 

then, jake turned you to him without wasting a second, pressing a wet kiss just underneath your jaw that made you moan and tilt your head further to give him more access. he sucked at the same spot, pads of his fingertips pressing into your collarbones with a grip that felt like he needed to feel you, needed to be impossibly closer to you to anchor himself. it cut off your circulation slightly, but something about that loss only made you feel every inch of his lips against your skin more intensely. you gasped, his teeth grazing your skin slightly as he soothed over it with his tongue, the pain blurred by the instant pleasure. jake trailed kisses on your collarbone, your upper chest, dragging the straps of your tank down to kiss your shoulder, until finally, he latched his lips onto yours. 

unlike heeseung, he instantly crushed his lips to yours, biting into your bottom lip and tearing a small gasp out of you that was soon muffled. his tongue tangled with yours, a clear show of dominance. you pulled back for air.

your chest heaved as your eyes flitted from heeseung to jake, unsure of what to do next. 

heeseung sensed your hesitation. “just sit back and relax, ok?” he laid you flat horizontally against the couch. his hands came up to your tank. “can i take this off?” 

“yeah,” you rasped, until he tugged it over your head, and there you were left in your bra and tiny pajama shorts. 

“you’re so beautiful, y/n,” heeseung said, caressing your waist, your stomach, admiring the small marks adorning you that had started to bloom along your collarbone and shoulders that were jake’s handiwork. he pressed a small kiss to the underside of your throat that had you arching up into his touch, while palming your breasts over the lacy white fabric.

at the same time, jake pulled your shorts down, revealing the wet spot already dampening your panties. “you’re so wet already,” he murmured, “cute.” his thumb barely brushed over your clit, circling it with a light, teasing touch. he pinched the nub unexpectedly, causing you to whimper and yelp, sending a heady rush of pain and pleasure through your core. 

“oh? you liked that?” he teased, “didn’t take you for a painslut,” he hummed, amused. he didn’t even give you a second of respite before he suddenly slapped your pussy. you mewled, and jake observed the fabric grow so soaked your pussy was basically see-through now. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “you’re so goddamn wet.” he wasn’t complaining. he loved it. actually it made it all the easier for him to tease you, scrunching the panty together into a thin sticky strap, gliding it across your clit. side to side. unraveling it and smoothing it out back again to finger you through the fabric. you moaned, the friction between the fabric and your sensitive folds making you furrow your brows, eyes closing shut.

heeseung made quick work of unclasping your bra, his hot tongue on your nipples a contrast to the cool air that had you moaning, “h-heee.”

“that feel good, angel?” heeseung continued his ministrations, taking your nipple fully into his mouth now, sucking it as he tugged and pinched your other nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. he switched and switched again, until you thought you could come just from this—and the way jake was still working you from below.

suddenly, he pulled back, leaving you dazed and confused as you opened your eyes.

“can’t have you come just yet, pretty,” he explained, pulling his gray sweatpants down to reveal his flushed cock, hard and leaking with precum. 

you’d never really had any, but you’d be surprised if he didn’t win for most picturesque or something. he was long, thick, and slightly arched to the side, and as you were practically drooling, you failed to notice it might be a bit of a problem to have that fit inside you. 

“won’t fit,” you mumbled your observation absentmindedly.

“oh, what’s that? don’t worry, princess, i’ll make it fit,” he smirked.

you bit your lip in anticipation, as heeseung positioned himself at your entrance, knees holding your thighs apart as jake moved away to give him space. 

and then, even though your face was already probably the color of a tomato, you needed to come clean with this. it just wouldn’t be right otherwise. so, you just shut your eyes and said it really really fast. “i’mavirginbytheway.”

heeseung laughed. your eyes flew wide open in surprise. 

what? why did he laugh? 

jake and him glanced at each other for a second, something moving across their faces, but it was gone before you could comprehend it. 

“don’t worry, we already had an idea,” he explained, clearing your doubts. “i’ll go slow,” he promised, pulling your panties to the side. he inched in with a groan, your walls fluttering around him. you gasped, feeling his mushroomy tip nudge against your gummy walls. the sticky wetness coating your folds made it easy for him to slip in about—well, only a quarter of the way.

you were getting worried, and your muscles tensed up, which heeseung noticed. “relax for me, pretty,” he whispered, his thumb massaging your clit to help ease you up. he sunk all the way in with a groan that sounded almost painful. you let out a small gasp, feeling utterly stuffed to the brim. 

he gripped your hips for balance, his large hands digging into your waist as he slowly lowered himself out, and in again, true to his promise. he drove into you impossibly deeper every time, bullying your cervix. he brought his hand to rest on your stomach, feeling the way the skin bulged. “open your eyes, baby, want you to see how deep i am,” he murmured. you looked down, gasping at the clearly visible evidence of him moving under your skin. it was an almost poetic testament to the way your body desperately held onto him, and just as desperate, how heeseung had buried himself into you without a lick of space. you felt every single vein and ridge of him sliding against your sticky walls, only making you moan louder. 

“that’s right, baby, your pussy’s sucking me in so fucking deep. so greedy. it’s like it wants to keep me inside forever,” he groaned. with the way you clenched around him, heeseung became utterly pussy drunk, cursing under his breath, “f-fuck, so tight.” 

you were so lost in the feeling of him you didn’t particularly notice how jake was watching everything with his jaw dropped open, eyes glassed over. a small gasp escaped his mouth. he was fisting himself, pants pooled at his ankles. every time heeseung drove back out, you could do nothing but try and arch your back and push back against him to feel him again, which had jake imagining how you would feel around him. would you be just as needy? “god, so fucking needy,” he moaned, moving his palm faster and faster.

he could feel the edge looming over, just out of reach. he couldn’t take it anymore. he moved next to heeseung, stilling him with a hand on his shoulder. “bro, you’re going so slow, come on, i can’t wait any longer. it’s my turn,” he huffed.  

heeseung reluctantly pulled out, and it left you whining, instantly craving something to fill the ache again. 

“don’t worry, baby, i got you,” jake cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek gingerly in complete contrast to the smirk on his face. suddenly, he thrusted in, burying himself all the way to the hilt easily with the wet mixture of your wetness and heeseung’s precum. 

he set a brutal pace, plowing into you. your eyes rolled back. jake was girthier than heeseung, not as long, but the way he stretched you out had you seeing stars. and he wasn’t far off. he was completely absorbed in the feel of you pulsing and clenching around him. “fuck, she’s so tight, bro. best fucking pussy ever.” 

his hands squished your cheeks together, making your face form a pout, drool trailing down the side as tears began to pool in your eyes from the pure ecstasy of it all. “so. fucking. cute,” he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust. “i knew one cock wasn’t enough for a slut like you.” he drove into you so hard the entire couch shook from the force of it. “come on. say it.”

“say that you're ours. our slut. our fucktoy. ” he dropped his hand from your face, only to bring it around your throat.

“y-yes,” you rasped, too fucked out and needy to even say otherwise.

he clicked his tongue, “nono. say it right. say you love being our slut.”

you blurted it out, “yes, i’m yours. i love it. i love being your slut.” you babbled as all you could feel was the hazy keening pleasure about to overtake you. you couldn’t hold back any longer. 

jake groaned, satisfied, harshly rolling his hips into you again, making you moan, squelching around him loudly. 

“p-please,” you begged, though your mind was too scrambled to even realize what.

“please, what?” jake teased. “wanna come, is that it?” his hand pinched your nipple making you whimper and flail around and bite your lip harshly so hard you thought you tasted blood, “yes, fuck, please, i need it so bad, jakey,” you whined desperately. 

“don’t worry, angel,” heeseung chimed in. “i know exactly what you need.” 

and with that, heeseung pushed in right next to jake, taking you both by shock. jake faltered, but only for a minute, then the next, the two of them alternated strokes. jake pulling out as heeseung pushed in, scissoring you open until the two of them pushed in together.

you mewled. the tight fit of them sliding against each other in unison was insane. you felt beyond full and stretched, the two of them together managing to hit every spot deep within you until all you could do was moan wantonly. 

“please, can i come?” you whined, feeling the wave starting to build in your core that you couldn’t control any longer.

“go on, be a good girl and come for us,” heeseung whispered, him and jake both hit a frantic relentless rhythm that had you splitting with the fullness of it all. jake was girthier and heeseung was slightly longer and the dual sensation of them both was maddening, every single crevice within you feeling stuffed. the pressure built in no time and your body locked up around them, gushing them both in your wetness.

the vibration of you shaking and fluttering around them caused heeseung to stutter and spill inside you, with jake following right after. they pulled out, your overstimulated pussy twitching still. the cool air hit your gaping hole, clenching around nothing. 

jake pulled your folds apart gently with his thumbs, causing their white, mixed cum to drip from you, glistening pearls that he thought made for one of the most beautiful sights in the world: you, laid out like a painting, all used up, leaking with their cum, skin flushed and glistening with that afterglow. “so beautiful,” he remarked. 

heeseung pulled his pants back up, going to fetch something and coming back with a warm washcloth to carefully clean you up. you jerked when the fabric hit your sensitive skin, but jake’s warm hand caressing your sides helped steady you. “sorry if i was a little rough, got carried away,” he admitted, biting his lip. you nodded, voice still too gone to answer properly.

“there, all cleaned up,” heeseung said, coming up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “you did so good for us, princess.” 

“that’s right. so proud of you, baby,” jake tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, gently patting down your hair that had become all mussed.  

in that moment, in their arms, you felt completely, wholly safe. your eyes began to flutter shut, your body exhausted and sleep overtaking you. all the earlier tension and stress and underlying pain you’d felt since sunghoon had evaporated. a part of you knew that everything would be different between you three from now on, that this was all wrong in the weirdest ways, but you weren’t bothered. in your gut, it felt right. you knew you could trust them to take care of you, always, just like now. 

and with that thought, you drifted off. 

JAKE: IMG_3158.MOV JAKE: here’s a little smth smth for ya HEESEUNG: kept your mouth shut and stayed away from her like a good boy haha JAKE: aww poor hooniee. are the bruises better? did we go too hard? SUNGHOON: wtf.

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[mayolations]

ni-ki and jake from the vol 1 sin bliss trailer

[pitifuly]

beautiful🫶🏿

[laceewings]

they succeeded in distracting us from the Epstein files btw

[astrohees]

it’s kinda sad how everyone is either getting called out for using AI or just straight up plagiarizing ..😞 i’m about to start uploading once a month on tumblr this is highkey annoying, especially for the writers who do spend hours writing and editing. it’s so unfortunate and i can’t express how frustrated i am.

and the death threats?? have you not been online and seen what’s been going on. and you’re going to continue to send death threats? goodness. this fandom lacks empathy. basic human empathy.

[pitifuly]

exhausted 😂

[cicadarequiem]

SEX ON THE LINE ────enhypen OT7

𝑺𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✶ when you’re scouted to work for hotline 1OO9–a sex phone line—you don’t have much of a choice, rent is due and you’re jobless. But without any background or skills in certain kinks, you’re slowly loosing control. Surely your nice colleagues can teach you their ways, right? ✶ minors do not interact ⸝⸝

☏ 1 - 9OO - 99O DIRTY TALK

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: enhypen x 𝒇. reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : porn with plot, smut, reverse harem. 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : phone sex operators (sex workers), gang bang (not all 7), two people sex, oral, handjob, cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics, switch reader, phone sex, lots of dirty talk, protected and unprotected sex, fxf (with a client, just talk), mxm, degradation, praising, exhibitionism, voyeurism, reader listens to Riki on the phone with a client, they all just horny as fuck, alcohol, clubbing, consent is in the house. 𝐰𝐜 : ( 20𝑘 ) not proofread

“Ain’t no way. I thought we left sex hotlines in the 70s man.”

Is the first thing your friend says when you tell her you have a new job and you’re starting on monday. She leans closer, eyes a little too wide in your opinion and shakes her head like she’s just heard the dumbest thing ever. Which, granted is a sane reaction giving the bomb you just dropped on her, but if she knew the story behind it, she’d be even more shocked.

It all started a couple days ago in the subway. A bit Squid Game themed if you’re being honest, hence the weird feeling you’re still nursing. You were on the phone with your cousin, waiting for the next wagon to arrive and talking about the awful rent prices. Having just been fired from a corporate job for—and I quote—“not being smiley enough and using way too much sarcasm” (in your defense you only use it when someone’s being actively rude to you), you were left with unpaid debts and way too many bills. So you spent the entire commute shit talking the HR with your cousin, occasionally getting nasty looks from old people passing by.

At some point, the wagon started emptying and when your stop came, you were left alone in the station with a man in a suit. You didn’t pay him any mind, busy spewing nonsense about how the HR ‘had ugly eyebrows and a micropenis anyway’, but when you headed for the exit, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You remember turning around and having to look up because of how tall the man was. He was carrying a leather briefcase like he was headed to work and when his hand dropped to his side again you clocked the expensive-looking watch on his wrist.

“Excuse me?” he said, all serious.

You looked at him up and down, tilting your head to the side so he could see the very obvious phone pressed to your ear—your way of saying ‘read the room’. But he didn’t in fact ‘read the room’, instead his hand dove in his suit pocket and he dug out a square-shaped piece of paper. It was some sort of business card, a yellow piece of paper with the words ‘Hotline 1OO9’ in the middle and a name on top. Park Jongseong. He held his hand out and adjusted his tie with the other one.

“Let me call you back hold on.” you told your cousin, scoffing before you hung up and put the phone in your back pocket. “Yes?”

The man gave a curt nod and spoke, “I don’t want to come across as weird or sound like a creep, but I’ve been listening to your voice on the subway and I was really interested by the rasp—”

“I’m tired, I wanna go home, so if this is a scam i’m really not in the mood and you can fuck off.” you cut him, sighing aggravated.

“It’s not. I run a freelance company, we work over the phone with clients and I really found your voice interesting, with all due respect. So I decided to just come talk to you, see if you were interested in the whole thing. I’m not really big on scouting people in the street because this is delicate but we’re a…sex hotline company. But you just sounded too good for me to walk away, I hope that’s not disrespectful.” the man explained, lips coming in a tight line.

You rolled your eyes, slightly offended that he thought this was a good idea and you grabbed your phone again, ready to leave, “I’m not interested, thank you.”

He must’ve felt the prejudice in your eyes when you heard the sex work part so he drew his hand back, giving you a little more space, “Its not a cam-girl company or anything. Our staff is mainly men and they only interact with clients on the phone. But i’ll leave you alone, have a good day.”

You nodded, lips drawn in a tight line and you reciprocated the farewell, turning around to head for the exit. But before you could walk up the stairs, the man spoke again.

“It pays well. You know, rent is getting awfully high these days… and my company takes this into consideration. How does 5O,OOO a year sound?”

The bastard.

Needless to say you took the business card, feigning indifference, and the second you got back home you turned on your computer.

You were jobless and on a very thin line money wise, so naturally you had to look into a it a little bit, or else you’d risk ending up in the streets because no company voluntarily seeks out a girl with a diploma so weak. A generic business diploma from a low-ranked private school wasn’t going to cut it, you knew it—so desperate times called for a little reddit deep dive.

The several Google searches didn’t give much detail, just a cryptic website with a phone number and a list of employee names with no picture whatsoever. But when you saw the date of creation of the company, you deduced that it was a very new one and so the website was new aswell.

It was weird really, that guy—you assumed his name was Park Jongseong— was fairly young, why would he go out of his way to create a sex phone line company in 2026? It was pretty much a dead practice, no one sought it out anymore and preferred watching porn or cam girls. What was the point of competing with only fans and trying to revive a dead business?

You typed the company name on reddit anyway, trying to see if this had any sort of Squid Game resemblance, if you were getting yourself into a dangerous survival game or something. But nothing much came up, just a 2 weeks old comment saying,

‘I’m surprised they still do these sex hotline things, I was interested and booked an appointment out of curiosity and as a 63 year old man, it brought so many 80s memories! The downside is that there’s only one woman worker there. But for the homosexual folks, the guys sound very hot ;)’

Well. At least it wasn’t a man-only company—in the optics of you reaching out to them. But only one woman worker sounded a little bit sketchy, not something you’d generally go for. You entered the redditor’s account and found he had fortunately posted something else about the hotline.

The calls are a bit expensive, i’ll give you that. But it’s really worth it, even if you’re not calling to jack off. My favorite one is Jake, you can tell he’s naturally submissive and not just acting. Refreshing to see submissive men in that industry!

You sighed when you found yourself in a dead-end. There was nothing else about that company, and for all you know this could be a staff member self promoting under a spam account, but for some reason it felt like you could give it a try. Not out of selflessness—the moral compass was dead—more out of desperation. It only accentuated the dilemma when you closed the tabs and found yourself starring at the dismissal notice your old employer had kindly left in your inbox.

You tilted your head and looked into the mirror across the room. You smiled at your reflection, wide, teeth and all, and cringed at the unnatural sight. When you tried again, you made it less dramatic and tried grinning with your eyes too.

Fuck them for saying you weren’t smiley enough. You could smile alright.

Your friend now looks back at you, leaning with her elbows on her thighs. “So you just took the job? Do you have a fucking survival instinct y/n?”

You shake your head, “I’d rather work a sketchy job than loose my independence and have to crash at my parents’ place.”

She raises both eyebrows, incredulous, “Well hello? I’m right here, I have a spare bedroom youu know you can always count on me, girl.”

“Did you hear the part about independence baby? You know i’m grateful though, right?” you say, playing with a hair band on your wrist. “It’s not the topic, like I know you’d take me in but I’d rather not loose my apartment at all, you know?”

She makes a small approving sound and leans back on the couch, “Yeah, nevermind. I just never pegged you for the type to work at a sex line, it’s really out of character. You’re always talking about pervy old creeps and stuff…”

You raise a finger, tilting your head like in the cartoons when they have a smart thing to say, “Well, guess what? They have a very specific way of working. You’re not allowed to fake it, if you’re uncomfortable and not into the call you can always say no. The caller will be reimbursed and that’s it. And also apparently the guys who work there are always listening and making sure their colleagues are not weirded out and stuff. All about consent and boundaries.”

Your friends snorts, “Damn, it’s a little crew of woke sex workers.”

You roll your eyes, throwing a pillow at her, “I don’t know it just gives me good vibes you know? After all there’s some very lonely people who want to talk you know? And if they wanna have a wank then be it, as long as they don’t ask me to like.. bark for them or something.”

“And what if they do? What happens then, huh?” she muses, tilting your chin towards you. “You’re not gonna just cancel every phone call, cause let me tell you something, there’s a lot of guys who like submissive women.”

“Well, I don’t know, I have boundaries you know? Submissive is…fine, I guess. As long as they don’t call me their slut I’ll be fine.” you shrug, snapping the band on your wrist.

She giggles, bouncing on her seat like a manic, “I definitely wanna see that. I can’t even imagine it, that shit’s gonna be so funny. You’re like the most dominant girl I know.”

Well, turns out capitalism is the one dominating you. You’re not really on top of the sex food chain anymore because the cost-of living-crisis is fucking you in the ass. A sandwich costs 12 dollars at the subway station near your new job, so you decide to go to work with an empty stomach because there’s no way you’re going to spend your last couple bucks on a chicken sandwich. You’ll eat at lunch anyway.

The company is fairly close to your apartment, only a couple subway stops away in a wealthy neighborhood. It’s surprising how nice the little building looks—although of course they only rent out one floor it seems like they get enough clients to be in this part of town.

You straighten your clothes and buzz at the door, your paperwork in hand. A couple seconds later, the door beeps open by itself and you’re step into a small corridor that leads to an elevator. The buttons all have a name for each company, and it turns out Hotline 1OO9 is on the 3rd floor, under a Japanese food brand. You press the button and fix your hair in the mirror, putting a small clip on the smallest hairs at the front of your face.

The second the elevator doors open you’re in a dimly lit hallway with the ugliest yellow walls ever. You look around, waiting for someone to receive you, but you quickly find a sign on the door that says, “Please do knock on the door, we don’t have a receptionist yet.”

You do just that, and a few seconds later you hear rapid footsteps and a man’s voice saying something inaudible. When the door opens, it’s a tall lanky guy that comes out, he’s wearing a suit but apparently slacks weren’t an option because he’s replaced them by oversized pajama pants with small cartoon imprints on them. He sees your eyes track down to his legs and cringes.

“Oh fuck—sorry. Hello, you’re y/n right? I’m sorry, we were doing photos for the website and I didn’t want to put slacks on, we didn’t get the aircon yet so it’s so hot inside.” he looks down at himself, embarassed. “Come in come in, i’ll call the boss.”

The first thing you think is that it’s so different from a corporate job, you’ve never seen an employee talk so casually inside the company building, much less show up to work in pajama pants. Secondly, when you take a quick glance across the room you notice the lack of desks, there’s only a couch and beanbags, an open kitchen and a big door with a sign that says, “don’t interrupt sexy time”.

“So, I heard you didn’t even need to do a job interview or anything? Boss just found you in the street and decided to hire you.” the guy makes small talk as he heads towards said door.

Come on, what would Park Jongseong even have to ask you in a job interview. If you’ve ever had phone sex? If you’ve ever made a guy cum?

You nod, “Yeah basically.”

The young man opens the door, he silently pads inside and you’re left alone in what seems to be the break-room/reception. There’s a coupe moving boxes—you suppose they haven’t had time to unpack everything yet—and a big pile of paperwork on the coffee table near the sofa. You instantly get closer, trying to see if they’re court filings or something of the sort. You can never be too sure. But it turns out it’s just forms and electricity bills.

When you hear footsteps you instantly straighten up and hold your own documents closer to your chest. This time the tall guy is accompanied by none other than the boss.

Jongseong is wearing a suit (with the slacks) and the same watch he had the other day—which if you look closer looks like a Roblox. He looks at you with a pleased smile and holds out his hand to shake yours.

“It’s nice to see you y/n,” he briefly squeezes your hand, “This is Nishimura Riki, he’s our main guy, everyone requests him. I’ll introduce you to everyone and then we’ll do a quick meeting in my office, how’s that sound?”

You walk past Riki, following him in the room. The walls are fully black inside, theres a couple of pods aligned like little telephone booths with pink neon lights all over them, it looks like a strip club with just a little hint of office elements such as a printer and a bulletin board. That’s it, the rest is neon lights and apparently…5 guys and a girl standing in the middle of the room.

They seem oddly out of place, is the first thing that comes to your mind. All of them are in suits and the girl in a professional looking dress, one of them—a tall guy who looks a bit like deer—holds a camera in his hands.

“Oh god..” Jongseong sighs as he sees one of the guys dusting off crumbs from his suit, mouth full of chips. “Everyone this is y/n. I count on you to treat her with respect and to show her around the office, explain the basics and help her out if needed.”

The guys nod, all 5 of their eyes raking over your whole face and body, and the girl smiles until her teeth show. You feel a little bit exposed so you let out an awkward laugh. “Hi, nice to meet you.” you bow politely.

It’s a mishmash of simultaneous answers, a couple ‘hey’s and smiles, then Jongseong walks to them and taps each of their shoulders as he introduces them, “This one’s Lee Heeseung” he’s tapping on the guy with a camera, “this one’s Yang Jungwon, this is Sim Jake, this is Park Sunghoon and this is Kim Sunoo.”

They’re all pretty in their own ways, Heeseung has big eyes that look like they have some kind of special effect lighting in them, Jungwon’s face is very expressive, Sunghoon looks a bit more reserved but still gives a shy smile, and Jake just grins all the time like he’s genuinely just a happy guy. But the prettiest one is definitely Sunoo—they’re all insanely attractive but he catches your eye immediately with his doll-like face.

“And this is our only—well second female staff now, her name’s Haejin.” Jongseong points to the girl. She looks gorgeous, she has these big black eyes and when she looks at you, you can already tell she’s going to be a sweetheart.

See if you would’ve been working in an office with only hot people at your last job, you would’ve made an effort to smile more.

2 hours in, you learn that despite its lack of internet presence Hotline 1OO9 is a fairly successful new company. As soon as the staff is done with their website photoshoot, they instantly get back to work in their little phone cabins, diligently picking up calls. It’s a surprise that there are so many customers really—in your mind this was a very underground thing that only Patrick, 63 year old on Reddit knew about. But no, it seems like the customer are just very secretive with what they choose to do in their free time and don’t go out of their way to recommend it on social media.

There’s a friendly atmosphere in the office, like they’ve known each other for a long time, they joke around and it doesn’t really feel like the typical workspace. Refreshing.

In Park Jongseong’s personal room you go over paperwork, the whole hiring process ordeal and a couple of rules that sound totally innate to you. The boss sits in a leather chair across his desk and hands you some forms to sign.

“Okay, these are confidentiality clauses and a couple other things I need you to go over. This one regards your paychecks and this other one I also need you to sign.”

You grab his pen and start going over the documents, knee bouncing over the table. Jongseong observes you quietly, chin propped on his hand like he’s trying to figure out whether you’re uncomfortable or not.

“Are you okay y/n?” he goes.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a little nervous about messing this up is all.” you admit, putting the pen down and sliding the documents over to him.

“Mmh, I know, a lot of my employees felt the same way the first time. So here’s what I had in mind, how about I assign you to a phone call with a female customer? She’s very respectful and nice, a long time client. Only if that’s okay with you though, if women aren’t your preference or anything that’s fine.” Jongseong offers, a thoughtful look on his sculpted face.

Ah, if only he knew.

“That would be very good actually. I think I might not feel that much pressure with a girl.” you nod.

“Perfect, then it’s settled. But if you have any doubts or need any guidance you can always talk to the rest of the employees, they’re really nice you’ll see. They can even give you a few lessons.”

A while after going through basic stuff, including whats required in calls, prompts etcetera, you’re walking inside the neon room along with Nishimura Riki who kindly guides you to a phone cabin. His blonde hair sits messy on his head and the top buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned due to the lack of aircon.

“Call me if you need anything okay?” he winks before shutting the glass door and walking away.

You pick up the phone that’s dangling from the wall, it’s a hot pink case that looks like the ones in those 80s sitcoms. There’s a little leather chair at the corner of the pod, you take a seat and look at the wall. You tell yourself that this is fine, that it’s for the money and that there’s no shame in such a work but really your main concern is embarrassing yourself on the call and not knowing how to entertain these people. You’ve been in a couple relationships and phone sex was a recurrent topic but talking dirty to strangers is a whole other topic.

When the phone in your hands rings, you almost jump, startled.

On the other side of the glass door, you spot Sim Jake watching you from his own pod. When he sees you jump, a small glint of amusement flashes in his eyes before he quickly looks away.

You pick up the call, relaxing in your seat to give the impression you know what you’re doing and you smile, hoping it’ll make your voice sound warm. “Hey, welcome to Hotline 1OO9, this is y/n, how are you doing today?”

The voice on the other end is low, the kind you’d get flustered by in real life. “Hi y/n, I’m good how are you?”

“I’m doing great thank you. This is actually my first time so I hope this will be enjoyable for you.” you say, fiddling with the fabric of your skirt.

“Don’t worry, you have a really pretty voice so this is already going well. Plus I’m not that demanding, I’d like to know your limits and boundaries if that’s okay?” she asks.

“Thank you, you sound very pretty too. For the limits i’m practically open to anything, feel free to talk about any topic.” you tell her.

She chuckles on the other end, “Okay, if you say so. But let me know if i’m saying something that makes you feel uncomfortable okay?”

She sounds really kind, so you hum, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know, but i’m pretty sure I won’t need to. So, tell me a little more about what you’re hoping from today?”

“Honestly just a nice little chat, I’m…well I live in a very small town and I’d be a pariah if I ever came out of the closet so you know…I can’t really date girls there. The first time I called Hotline 1OO9 it was mainly to have phone sex, i’m no liar. But I talked to Haejin a couple times and it felt so comforting. I felt much less lonely, so I don’t really mind if this stays sfw you know?” the girl chuckles.

“I get it, I’m sure we can figure out the vibes throughout the call. Just know i’m open to both, whatever you need sweetheart.” you smile, genuinely this time.

When you look outside the pod, you find Heeseung and Jake watching you curiously. They’re leaning on the wall of their own pod and as soon as you spot them they quickly look away.

“Thank you, that’s nice to hear. Have I already told you how pretty your voice sounds?” she responds.

You look back at the wall, “I’m sure you did a couple seconds ago, but I liked it. You know when you can tell someone is pretty by the sound of their voice? That’s exactly how I feel about you.”

The girl chuckles, “Is it weird that sweet girls turn me on so much? I must be so deprived.”

“Well if that’s what you like I can be even sweeter. I bet I can even come up with sweet things to say if you tell me what you’re wearing right now” you tease, confidence coming easier than expected.

Turns out you’re a natural…?

“I’m wearing a tank top and my underwear,” she says, and you hear the phone move a bit.

“Mmh, soft little tank top? Is it tight?” you ask.

“It is, what are you wearing y/n?” she pushes back, tauntingly.

“I’m wearing a tank top too, and summer shorts.”

You’re not. You’re actually wearing office attire but she doesn’t have to know.

“Cute. Before anything, do you like being called a good girl y/n? Is that something you’re comfortable with?” you hear her take a soft panting breath, is she already turned on? Did you do good?

You’re tempted to ask her if you’re doing good, for the first time of your life you’re seeking approval. You contemplate the question for a quick second. You’ve never been called that and you’ve already unconsciously made up your mind about it, for some reason. It’s not something you’d ever ask your partner to call you, but it would be a stretch to say it makes you uncomfortable.

“You can call me anything you want pretty.” you respond, one leg crossing over the other.

“Mmh, atta girl.” she smiles on the other end. “I just want your voice and your attention. Can you do that?”

Well damn it if she doesn’t sound hot. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Soft voice for me, please. You’re not in charge right now. You’re just here to listen and answer when I ask.” you feel her get more and more comfortable but your habits get the best of you. You’re not used to being what she’s asking for.

“Alright, soft voice. I’m sorry,” you apologize, shifting in your seat.

“That’s better. Tell me how it feels, hearing me talk like that?” she rasps.

“Strange. I keep wanting to flip it and ask what you’re doing. It’s harder than I thought to just… stay quiet and follow.” you admit. You can tell she noticed the stiffness in your voice.

“That’s okay. You’re allowed to find it hard. You’re still doing it. You’re being a good girl just by trying.”

“…Thank you. I’m not used to hearing that.” you swear you feel something in the pit of your stomach when she utters those tempting words, and your thighs squeeze together for a brief second.

“You don’t have to know how to answer it perfectly. Just take it, okay? I’m gonna touch myself while I talk to you, but you stay still. Hands where they are. No touching.” she orders.

When she hears you hum, she presses, “Words baby. I need words.”

You almost gasp, clutching the phone tightly, “Yes, hands staying put. I’m sorry I don’t really know how to—”

“Shh, it’s fine. You’re doing good.” the words send sparks down your spine until they reach your core. “You’re fine. Tell me you’re my good girl.”

You take a deep breath. Outside, Heeseung and Jake are still pretending they’re not quietly observing, but you can tell they’re seeing your state. It should be embarrassing because they’re complete strangers and you’re the most vulnerable you’ve ever been sexually, but it isn’t. You like them watching, probably speculating in their heads, wondering if you’re aroused or extremely uncomfortable.

Truth is, both are mingling together in your head.

“I’m your… good girl?” you reply.

It comes out with a little interrogation at the end, and you instantly feel as stupid as ever. First day on the job and you’ve probabl already lost a client.

You didn’t expect to come out of your very first call with soaked panties and a dizzy head.

It’s funny how a confident woman can turn the sassiest girl into an embarrassed mess. But you can only admit you liked it, liked the attention and the care. Even more when she reassured you and praised you. That made you feel things you’d never felt before—as silly as it sounds—you’ve never expected to feel this way about a complete stranger.

Your panties are uncomfortably clinging to your pussy as you exit the pod, closing the door behind you. How much of a horn dog are you to be turned on by your job?

Heeseung and Jake instantly get off the wall and clear their throat, “Hey, how did it go?” Jake says with a small smile.

“It went good,” you reply before reframing, “Actually it went kind of bad. I hope I didn’t make us loose a client on my first day.”

Heeseung lifts an eyebrow, “How bad?”

You let out a self deprecating scoff, “I didn’t really know what I was doing, like at all. I expected her to let me lead but it was the opposite.”

Jake observes you, eyes trailing down to your bare legs involuntarily. He catches the tension there and quickly averts his gaze.

“Oh don’t worry, you just have to learn. Jungwon was like that at first but he got better and now he’s comfortable with a lot of different things.” Heeseung reassures you, lightly touching your forearm.

“What about Jungwon?” you hear a voice say behind you.

Turning around, you fall face to face with Yang Jungwon himself, holding a cup of coffee and a cookie wrapped in tissue.

“I was telling y/n about how it took you a while to learn the whole sub thing.” his colleague explains, leaning back against the wall lie he was earlier.

“Oh yeah, it was so weird at first. Random men telling me to be a good boy and take it, eugh. But I learned to enjoy some sides of it and not take it too seriously.” Jungwon explains.

It sounds a little bit off, like he shouldn’t just endure it because it’s part of the job, but you don’t say anything. Instead you’re surprised when he holds out the cookie in his hand before you.

“Here, I got this for you.” he smiles.

You take the sweet in your hand, “Oh thank you! You’re too sweet,”

It’s a caramel and black chocolate cookie, one of your favorites, and it tastes like heaven when you eat a piece of it. Jake mumbles something like, “what about me? I wanted a cookie too,” but you’re the only one who seems to hear.

“Don’t worry about it, how did your first call go?” Jungwon asks, siping on his coffee.

“Awkward. For her definitely. I was a mess, i feel like I wasted her money.” you admit with a self deprecating chuckle.

“I’m sure it’s fine, she can complain to customer service but trust me she won’t.” Jake affirms. “If you ever need pointers, stuff like that, you can let us know.”

Jungwon nods vehemently, “Totally, I’d be happy to help you out. I remember when I was a newbie Riki helped me out a lot and it went smoother afterwards.”

“Love you too man,” a deep voice cuts in.

It’s Nishimura Riki entering the room. He’s changed into casual clothes and ditched the cartoon pants, his hairs a little messy and he looks unfairly good.

“What’s up y/n? How was it?” he asks, almost like an old friend.

“Well, let’s just say I need some help.” you finish your cookie, wiping your mouth with the little tissue.

Riki clicks his tongue, “Anytime,” he looks at you up and down shamelessly, not even bothering to be subtle, and he smirks. “We can talk over lunch. Haejin and Sunoo are gonna eat out but we’ll all be here in the break room.”

A couple hours later and another two more calls in your record, you slip out of your booth. It went somehow smoother. The first guy was just a lonely guy who ended up crying instead of jerking off—which almost triggered your tears because of how sensitive you are—and the second guy was submissive at best, vanilla at worst.

The neon room is empty and everyone seems to have gone to the break room to grab lunch. You open the door and see that they’re already there.

Riki and Jungwon are sitting on a red leather sofa, Jake’s thrown on a beanbag along with Heeseung who’s on the floor eating chips, Sunghoon’s on a metallic chair with a rubik’s cube in his hand, laughing at something Riki’s saying.

“Oh y/n, come sit, come sit.” Jungwon lifts his head up and smiles. “We were just talking about Riki’s next client and how you could maybe listen to their call to get the hang of it.”

You take a sit on the only spot available which is next to him on the couch. Jungwon makes some space for you and hands you a paper towel and chopsticks when he sees you open your bag and take out a tupperware with last night’s meal.

“That would be awkward wouldn’t it? And what if the person doesn’t want that?” you cringe.

Riki responds, “Nah, she won’t mind. She’s a regular and she’s kind of into the whole humiliation and being heard thing. I’ll let her know beforehand though.”

You hum, considering it, but before you can say anything Sunghoon buts in, “What’s the problem though, when you do it what do you find hard?”

You dig into your meal, relaxing on the back of the couch like you’ve known these people for a long time. “Everything. Like to submit in general, I’ve never been… I hope i’m not oversharing but anyway, I’ve never been told what to do and I’m not sure how to respond or what to do, you know?”

Sunghoon nods comprehensively, “If you freeze or don’t know what to say, it’s completely okay to admit it, you know? You could say ‘I’m not sure what to do right now’, some people even like that, the honesty.”

“Yeah, and keep your responses short, just focus on listening and following one small instruction at a time. That’s already submitting.” Heeseung adds, eating his salad.

You feel insanely integrated already, almost like in preschool when you talk to people and instantly become friends with no need for introductions. Except well, you’re ‘bonding’ over bdsm right now, as insane as that sounds.

“Sounds easy but my brain becomes mush when I’m in the moment.” you shrug.

“How did the other two calls go?” Jake asks, now lying on the beanbag.

“First guy ended up crying. Wife left him and he’s lonely. The second guy was okay, he let me take the lead.” you explain.

“Oh so that’s why, I thought I was hallucinating when I saw your eyes get teary.” Heeseung chuckles. “I was walking by, almost knocked cause I thought you were gonna cry because of him.”

“No, I almost crying with him. Kinda caught me off-guard” you smile, recalling his sad voice. “But then I thought ‘what if his wife left him because he was an awful dude’ and got my shit together.”

Riki gives an amused smirk, “Perks of anonymity. I always wonder who’s on the other end—like imagine I’m dirty talking to someone who’s on an FBI watchlist?”

Everyone laughs as they finish their food and when all meals are practically empty, Park Jongseong emerges from his office.

“Already laughing together? That’s good.” he smiles, heading towards the open kitchenette and opening the fridge. “How’d it go y/n?”

You tell him about your first experience and the rest of the morning while Jongseong sits on the chair Sunghoon gives him. He listens and gives the same advice the others provided, before suggesting—just like they did—that you listen to one of their calls.

You learn after a bit of talking that he prefers to be called Jay, that Jongseong’s his official name but it sounds too serious. Everyone shares their age, and it turns out you’re right in the middle, Heeseung being older than you. You all chat cheerfully until Jay’s phone rings loudly in his office and it breaks the moment, calling the end of lunch break.

“Alright, sit down and make yourself comfortable.” Riki says as he opens the door of his phone cabin.

You do just that, sinking down on the little armchair on the conrner of the pod while he takes the other one. Riki extends his legs before him, man spreading on the chair as he grabs the phone in hand.

You think he’s going to say something but his eyes wander outside the pod and his eyebrows cock. “Nosy fuckers.” he mutters.

You follow his gaze and find Heeseung and Jake peeking inside, their hands on the glass like two kids. Do they have some sort of curiosity problem?

Riki gets up and reaches for something on the ceiling of the pod, his shirt lifting and revealing a hint of skin and what looks like a tattoo on his hipbone. This is the type of man you’d gush over outside of work, tall, lean and tattooed. But you have to focus on the task at hand.

He unhooks something and a thick curtain suddenly covers the glass door and plunges the room into darkness. “Shit, didn’t think this through.” he mutters, reaching blindly for the wall.

You stand up to help him find the the light but only end up bumping into him in the process. You feel your forehead hit Riki’s chest and when he finds the light switch you’re entirely too close. You swear you see him smirk as he sits back down on his armchair, spreading his legs like he owns the place.

It should infuriate you—you hate men who do that—but he looks good doing it, and as opposed to the men on the subway he’s doing it on his own armchair and not bothering anyone. Or yeah, maybe he’s just hot and that excuses it.

When the phone rings, Riki looks at you for a second, trying to read your face before he hits the button. “You okay?”

You nod, “Yeah yeah, go ahead.”

“Good girl,” Riki rasps.

You immediately freeze eyes narrowing in confusion, but the tone of his voice sends shivers running down your arms for some reason. He starts chuckling, clutching the phone on his lap, “Relax, it was just to set the mood.”

When you roll your eyes, avertin your gaze, he says a quick ‘Alright, just listen.” before he picks up the call.

“Afternoon,” Riki greets, a smug little look on his face like he just knows hes gonna do some damage.

You don’t hear the conversation at first, so you wonder what the point of it even is, it’s not like you need lessons in being dominant…

“There you are, how are you tonight?” he asks, one draped over his lap in a way that makes him look even manlier—if that’s even possible.

You see him nod before he replies to whatever she said, “Good. Before we start, I have someone here with me, she’d love to hear what a good girl sounds like when she’s being led. And I know you’re a good girl so you’re the perfect example she could get, am I right baby? I’m gonna put you on speaker so she can listen, you comfortable with that?”

There’s a pause during which she says something and he listens attentively, but his eyes are set on you. It’s like he’s silently making sure you’re giving him your full attention. The lesson’s gonna go really well if he keeps looking at you like that.

“Mmh, I thought you might. Say it clearly for her.” Riki smirks, a playful glint in his dark eyes. He clicks on the speakerphone button and puts it between the both of you.

“I’m okay with her listening, sir. I like being heard.”

She sounds young, in her late 20s and is already slightly out of breath. Very much like a specific someone… just not exactly for the same reason. You’re struggling to breathe because the room is a bit narrow and you’re bordering claustrophobia right now. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself instead of admitting you’re intimidated and also never thought your first day would go like that.

“Good girl. She’s sitting quietly right now, just observing. You’re going to stay honest and clear for both of us. Understood?” Riki continues.

And you feel his words in your stomach, cutting thought the barrier of embarrassment and principles because apparently you’ve left those out the door this morning.

“Yes sir.” the woman answers obediently, and you wish you could say you’re taking mental notes but really you’re focused on the 6ft something man whose gaze is bored into you. You know he’s trying to ‘set the mood’ or whatever, but it sure feels personal.

“Tell me where you are and what you’re wearing.” he questions.

“I’m in my bedroom… on my knees beside the bed, like you usually want. I’m only wearing my panties. Nothing else. My hands are in my lap like you said last time.” she replies, breath hitching like she’s getting turned on by her own submission.

“That’s good, hands stay in your lap ‘kay? You’re not touching yourself until I say so. You’re just gonna kneel there and answer me while she listens to every word. Clear?”

Yeah it feels personal. You cross your legs, feeling way too exposed and your hands fiddle with your skirt nervously.

“Yes sir, clear.”

“Then start by telling her what you are when you’re on the phone with me, baby.” Riki toys with the cord of the phone, looking at you all the while like he’s seeking your full focus.

“I’m a desperate slut who needs to be told what to do, sir.” her voice comes out smaller, you take notes on the tone and the specific words.

Riki clicks his tongue, “Louder. She’s right here. She needs to hear it properly.” The woman repeats it louder and he hums in approval, “Better. You’re doing good. You gonna keep being good for me okay, now spread your legs nice and wide. Keep your hands in your lap— don’t touch.“

There’s a small rustle of movement on the other end before she says in a small voice, “They’re spread sir.”

“That’s a good girl, does it feel nice being heard like that?”

You’re captivated by this stranger under the weirdest circumstances of your life. The way he talks sends warmth pooling in your lower stomach and you feel like an intruder.

The woman hums, “It feels… humiliating. But in the way that makes me wetter.“

Alright, too much information, you think, looking up at the ceiling to try and escape his gaze. The longer you listen the more you ge the hang of it, she doesn’t try to perform, she just does as she’s told, it’s not that complicated. Your thighs press together on the seat, and you’re pretty damn sure Nishimura Riki has noticed it but at least he has office etiquette and doesn’t say anything about it.

Not that anything about this screams ‘office’…

You stand up, legs a little wobbly. No kink shaming but this isn’t really your thing, and you don’t want to start hearing her flick the bean, as much as you’re curious about how Riki would sound talking her through it—

“Going?” the young man’s eyes follow your figure.

“Yup, think I got what I needed,” you whisper, low enough that the customer doesn’t hear.

The next few days are better. You slowly get the hang of it until you’re on a call with a man on your third day, and things go a lot smoother. It starts coming naturally, the pace, the words, everything starts being a little easier once you imagine it’s Nishimura Riki on the phone—

Major slip-up. What you meant is that Riki’s such a good mentor that it feels reassuring to imagine him because he’s not a stranger anymore.

Or at least that’s what you’ve established after eating together for a whole week straight on lunch breaks, sharing details of your lives with the other colleagues and joking around. They’re all extremely friendly and you quickly learn that they’ve all had some sort of financial problems which led to them being desperate for a job.

They’re not even surprised when you share that you were suspicious of Jay when approached you in the subway like the recruiter in Squid Games. They say he likes to do funky stuff like that for the love of the game and joke that he probably had a crush and didn’t know how to shoot his shot so went with the business approach.

You find that hard to believe since Jay hasn’t really talked to you all that much these past few days, but it’s not like it’s important anyway.

You begin noticing that Haejin is the sweetest person alive, she’s genuinely kind and means well—a nice upgrade from your old colleagues who didn’t hesitate to talk shit about you in front of the male staff just to get their attentions—she’s soft spoken and gives amazing advice on how to make the dirty talk flow. Granted that’s not something you thought you’d ever talk about with a woman you’ve only known for a couple days but she’s got a way of making you feel at ease, so much so that you end up telling her over the course of lunch, that you haven’t sex in a few months.

“How do you even live?” Haejin groans like she’s been hurt.

You snort, knife digging in your reheated steak, “I’m doing just fine. Kind of tense with all that sex talk all day long, but it’s fine.”

Haejin nods avidly, “I know right? I was just like you when I first started working here. But then I just became the horniest bitch ever. There’s no other way to put it.”

You chuckle at the curse word coming out of her sweet sweet mouth, “Its like i’m having foreplay all day but no real sex.”

“Oh I totally get it. Even the guys weren’t like that when I first met them. We all came here around the same time and I remember Jake for example, he was so calm and sweet. Now he’s gone mad, one time he even got a boner in the neon room. But don’t repeat it though, or he’ll be embarrassed.” Haejin whispers secretively.

Jake is sitting across the room on one of the beanbags, his phone in hand. He’s wearing jeans a t-shirt that really brings out the color of his eyes and—

Yeah, to be honest it’s just a white t shirt, nothing to do with his eyes. What it brings out though, is the outlines of his broad chest.

“I feel like that’s just natural, it’s basically sex all day long, how can you not react?” you reply, one hand covering your mouth like a true gossiper.

“Er, yeah. You’re probably right. He’s not even the only one, it’s like working with a bunch of sexually frustrated guys. Thank God they’re respectful though.” she affirms.

You look around the room, only Jake and Sunoo are here, Sunoo on the red leather couch doing god knows what on his phone. The rest of them are in the neon room probably working and Jay is out of town for a meeting.

“What you got this afternoon?” Haejin asks you, her fork raised in the air.

“A call with the guy who cried the other day and then a new client. The rest I don’t know yet, I’m waiting for the boss to send in my schedule.” you tell her.

“I’ll get you some tissues jeez, that one’s gonna be tough. Sometimes all these guys need is a therapist I swear.” Haejin rolls her eyes amused.

Before you can even answer, the phone rings on the front desk—or more like the kitchen aisle that Jay has transformed into a reception desk for the lack of one. Haejin grunts but you stand up before she can, “Don’t worry I got it.”

You pick up the call, it’s a delivery guy telling you there’s a package for Hotline 1OO9. “Yep, i’ll be here in a second, let me just get someone.” you reply when he tells you that they’re heavy boxes.

You put the phone down and look at Haejin who’s currently finishing her poke bowl, Jake and Sunoo are also munching on a sandwich so you decide to go call someone else and let them eat in peace.

A couple seconds later you’re softly opening the door to the neon room and peeking inside. It’s practically silent but you can see Riki, Sunghoon and Heeseung are in their respective sound proof booths on a call. In the corner of the room on a little chair he’s probably moved, Jungwon’s sitting with his phone, chin resting on his fist.

“Jungwon.” you whisper shout, hoping he’ll hear.

His head snaps up instantly and his once bored face turns into a smile. “What’s up?”

You point behind you and he understands, standing up to come join you he closes the door behind him. “There’s a delivery guy with some heavy boxes, can you come help me?”

Jungwon nods, following suit as you head out the office. In the elevator there’s a long silence before the doors open to the main entry and you fall face to face with 6 big boxes—screw that, huge boxes. They’re stacked haphazardly in the middle of the main entryway, practically blocking the doors. For a second, you just stand there, staring at them.

“What the heck is this? Did the boss even say anything about some packages?” Jungwon blinks several times, arms already tired just with the sight. He greets the delivery guy and signs the receipts.

“Not to me anyway.” you say when he leaves, crouching in front of one of the boxes and looking for a tag. When you find a tiny tag with an eggplant drawing you instantly understand. “That’s a box of penises.”

Jungwon snorts, surprised. “What?” he crouches next to you, his arms brushing yours and he takes a look at the side of the box. “Yeah that’s definitely a penis box.”

You chuckle, bumping his elbow and standing up to grab the boxes but he doesn’t, “Wait, let me see what’s inside before.” he says.

Before you can even tell him not to, Jungwon rips open one corner of the box and peeks inside—no literally shoves his eyes in the little gap.

“Yeah, it’s dicks.” he states once he comes up.

“How many of them?” you puff out your cheeks, fighting an incredulous laugh and Jungwon shrugs.

“Probably more than a hundred, judging by the number of boxes. Why are they sending hundreds of dildos here?”

You go towards the other box, ripping the corner but more gracefully than Jungwon did. Inside this one there’s a ton of wrapped up pocket pussies, other male sextoys and business cards. “This one has different ones. Who is this even for?”

“Probably for the clients, like freebies or something…?” Jungwon shrugs, bending to lift one of the boxes. The muscles in his arms flex as he hauls the heavy weight, his jaw clenching. The second you bend down to grab one of your own he tuts, “Let me do it, they’re heavy. I don’t want your back to hurt.”

You roll your eyes—although you secretly find it endearing—and you lift up the box, “I’ll be aight. I’m a big girl.”

Jungwon huffs a laugh, “Oh I know you are.”

And what does that even mean??

You practically melt on the spot—though you never show it—and you head towards the elevator careful not to snap your whole body in two with the hefty weight. It’s the goddamn job they do, it’s making them all hot and filthy and you’re starting to become just like them, sensitive to the smallest details and interpreting everything in a weird way. You need to get a grip.

After hauling the boxes inside the elevator, Jungwon gets in beside you and wipes the little bit of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and of course, his shirt rides up on his v-line. Because it wouldn’t be funny otherwise.

When he catches you looking involuntarily, he smirks, eyes narrowing as the smirk becomes a full on smile. “You okay? Your back hurt?” he asks when you move and subtly wince.

“I’m good—” but you don’t have time to say anything before he gets behind you and places a hand between your shoulders.

The elevator seems to take 20 years to get to the third floor as Jungwon presses between your muscles, softly massaging the flesh, “See, you’re a liar, there’s tension there.”

You scoff, half amused half…turned on? Whatever the heck is happening to your body these days needs to be blamed on the job. “I’m fine, you worry about your own shoulders.”

You turn around at that—big mistake—and end up facing him. He’s taller so you have to look up and when you do, his eyes are slightly hooded, like he’s faded. Your brain screams, ‘dick dick dick dick dick’, so much so that you end up laughing in his face. You’ve completely lost it.

“What’re you laughing about?” Jungwon gives a curious smile, looking down at you.

Blessed be the elevator, you’re saved from having to come up with an answer when it finally stops on the third floor. Thankfully, Sunghoon and Jake are already waiting in the hallway, ready to help with the boxes.

“Boss just called, he’s ordered some freebies for the regular customers.” Sunghoon informs you, grabbing one of the packages effortlessly.

“Is there candy inside? Or like merch?” Jake asks, his eyes widening at the size of the boxes, cocking his head.

“Jake be for real man.” Jungwon chuckles, grabbing a box too, “What kind of merch could he be sending out to these people?”

“It’s dicks and pussies” you add, helpfully.

Jake’s expression turns into one of exaggerated disgust, “Jay’s just gonna send out sextoys?”

“Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t tell girls and boys to stroke their shit and talk them through it all day long,” Sunghoon laughs, rolling his eyes.

“What happened with sex toys?” Haejin butts in as you all carry the boxes inside, she holds the door open and looks over curiously.

“It’s for the regular customers,” Sunghoon explains, stretching after he drops his box on the floor.

“Hello, I’m a regular customer.” she bows dramatically, “No jokes I hope we get to have one too.”

Jungwon laughs, “Just take one, I’m sure he’s not gonna spend an hour counting sextoys.”

Best believe Haejin does take one, she even invites all of you to do the same but only Sunghoon seems unbothered enough to suit himself. As for you, it’s not like you’re ashamed of using sex toys but holding a dildo in your hands in front of three buff guys isn’t not something you’d really like to experience today.

A couple minutes later, Riki and Heeseung emerge from the neon room and sit next to Sunoo on the couch. The oldest throws his head back until it hits the wall and groans, “I’m so tired.”

“What happened?” Sunoo asks him.

“The girl I just got a call with wanted me to call her my ‘little horny slut’.” he grunts, burrying his face in his hands.

“Why the fuck are you complaining right now?” Sunghoon blurts, incredulous, “I just spent 20 minutes on the phone with a girl who wanted me to call her ‘bad little gold-digger’.”

Riki snorts, one hand covering his mouth, “I usually don’t kink shame but how the fuck is that enjoyable.”

Before anyone can start venturing into this embarrassing topic, one of the phones in the neon room rings loudly, starting everyone.

“Oh shit, fuck. Forgot about the crying guy.” you say cryptically as you hurry towards the room.

You forgot you had work. Perfect.

You hear Haejin chuckle, “What is she talking about?” she asks when you’re out of sight.

You slip inside your pod and quickly grab the phone. In a hurry to pick up you press the button a couple of times and speak into the microphone, “Hello, this is y/n, good afternoon.”

But no one answer, it’s just a mess of static and creaking noises so you push the button again. “Heeello, this is y/n good afternoon.”

Crickets.

You put the phone down and make a beeline for the break room, once you’re there all of their heads snap up to you. “Can someone help with my booth, the phone won’t work I can’t hear the other person and there’s like static and stuff.”

Everyone turns their heads to Jake at the very same time, like he’s the assigned handyman of the office. Well apparently he is, you learn when Sunoo says, “Ask Jake, he’s always the one who fixes the phones. He knows his way around electronics.”

Jake stands up promptly, dusting off his jeans and looking over to where you stand with a sheepish smile, “I’ll help you.”

He follows you into the neon room and inside the pod, crouching in front of the cables. “We always get technical difficulties these days, I don’t know why Jay won’t just change the phones. Were you only hearing static?”

You nod in response, crossing your eyes with furrowed eyebrows, “I picked up and couldn’t hear a thing.”

Jake tweaks some buttons, a very focused look on his face, and once he estimates he’s done he looks up at you from where he crouches. “Try calling him back now, tell me if it’s fine.”

You do just that, sitting at the edge of the armchair you dial his number and wait. Once the ringing stops you finally hear a voice,

“Hello?” you call.

“Oh, finally, I thought you—” the rest is completely inaudible. You look down at Jake and give him a thumbs down. “Do you hear me?” the man tries again.

“I can hardly hear you, my colleague is trying to fix the issue, I’m so sorry.” you apologize, a little self conscious, “can you try and speak again for me?”

There’s a little bit of static before you can finally hear the man again, “—worry, you’re worth the wait. Take your time but—”

You curse under your breath as the line cuts again, and Jake messes with the cables, eyebrows pinched together, “Can you repeat that for me darling?” you tell the other man.

But Jake snaps his head up with a small, ‘huh?’ cheeks flushing like he thinks you were talking to him.

“Not you, dummy.” you whisper, pointing at the phone with a chuckle.

“I said don’t worry you are worth the wait, and to take your time but to not hang up on me.” the other man repeats.

“I won’t hang up on you, my colleague’s working on it as we speak.” you assure him, “How about we start? I don’t wanna waste your time.”

You hear him hum, pleased, “Whatever you like, I’d wait for you anyway.” he says, sounding a little desperate already.

You didn’t catch that side of him the other day because he unfortunately started crying midway through the actual dirty talk, but right now he sounds a little bit needy. He’s a divorced millenial but he seems particularly submissive, so a win is a win.

“You’re cute,” you fake-chuckle seductively, well aware that Jake is a couple of inches away, “What are you doing right now?”

You hear the sound of fabric ruffling and the smallest groan, “I’m in bed right now, I have my—”

The static starts again and you softly tap on Jake’s shoulder, “It’s cutting again, what should I do?” you whisper.

Your colleague holds a cable in his hand and looks up, “Just ask him to repeat and keep going while I figure this out, tell him he’ll get a price reduction or something.”

You nod, “Can you repeat handsome? I’m so sorry I couldn’t hear you.”

“It’s okay mommy, I said i’m in bed and I have my dick in my hand, hope that’s okay.” the man says, big emphasis on the mommy part.

You cringe, rubbing the corner of your eye as you fight to maintain your composure in the awkward situation. There’s a 50 something year old calling you mommy on one side and a very handsome puppy-looking boy on the other.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” you get back into character, leaning back against the armchair.

You see Jake’s shoulders twitch imperceptibly as he continues working but he doesn’t turn around or make a sound. On the end of the line, the man lets out a pathetic little moan, “I’m sorry mommy, i’m sorry. I’ll be better.”

Oh my days, you think to yourself.

But what cancels the second hand embarrassment is Jake’s reaction when you speak next.

“Look at you apologizing, that’s a good boy. Now don’t touch it until I say.” you tell the old guy in a low voice.

You swear you see Jake’s cheeks turn completely red, his hands slightly shaking as he works the electronics. And somehow that’s so much more thrilling than a guy calling you mommy. You think about what Haejin said earlier when she mentioned the state Jake was in ever since he started working here. The idea of toying with him seems so amusing, because as unprofessional as it sounds, what is even professional about this job in the first place?

“Yes mommy, I’ll—” the other man says, the line glitching again. You assume he’s saying what any submissive guy would say, which is ‘I’ll be your good boy’, it sounds coherent so you don’t even bother asking him to repeat.

“Mhh, that’s right. You’re doing so good f’me” you answer, eyes fixed on the back of Jake’s neck, which is completely flushed red. “I bet you want to touch that cock real bad, don’t you?”

You hear your colleague take a sharp intake of air and his fingers almost slip off the cables he’s working on. He’s pulled taunt like an elastic, nervous and fidgety, and you just want to mess with him all day long if that’s how his reactions escalate.

“Yes yes, please,” the man whines on the phone, fabric rustling as he most likely moves on his bed, restless. “Please, I’d do anything.”

“Aw, you’d do anything?” you taunt, voice progressively getting lower, “what if I say you can’t touch yourself today, would you do that?”

Jake’s breath audibly hitches and he drops his head closer to the wall, trying not to loose it. You can tell he’s a weak weak man in this moment, but he’s genuinely trying to make it seem like he’s fine. He messes with the buttons a couple of times before quickly standing up, dusting off his jeans once again. When he raises a thumb in question, he still doesn’t quite meet your gaze. You hum in response, noticing that the static on the phone has finally disappeared.

You mouth a quick ‘thank you’ and smile at him but he doesn’t reply, just blushes madly and scrambles out of the pod. You don’t even hear what the man is saying on the other end, toofocused on Jake’s retreating figure.

He doesn’t even bother closing the door behind him, which is why seconds after you hear Sunghoon’s voice saying, “Man, what happened to you? Don’t tell me you—…oh you horny motherfucker…”

A couple weeks go by, during which you do nothing but have fictional sex with strangers over the phone and hang out with your colleagues like you’re still in high school.

Nothing about it is professionally really, just a bunch of touch deprived idiots cracking jokes in between calls because it saves you from going insane over the fact none of you are getting laid.

You tell your friend everything when you’re outside of work, and she listens with a slightly incredulous look. She’s never heard of such an—and, I quote—“perfect job.”

She seems to think working with 7 hot men, a beautiful woman and talking about coitus all day long is the ideal job.

And while you’re grateful for getting paid doing absolutely nothing, it’s also starting to take a toll on your health. You’ve been having incessant wet dreams these past few days, to the point where you come into work pent up and frustrated, and seeing a bunch of fuckable men doesn’t help in the slightest.

The calls go smoothly with occasional little incidents such as a weird client asking for way more than he should be asking—pictures, because yes apparently he’s entitled to pictures because you work for a sex hotline—but other than that it’s all routine by now.

You find yourself spending more and more time with Heeseung, grabbing coffee before work in the morning, talking about life and office gossip. He even introduces you to photography and sneaks a couple picture of you when you’re not looking. One day Haejin even says he looks like he likes you, but you don’t think much of it, everyone’s desperate and pent up in that office after all.

You eat lunch with Sunoo a couple of times, he’s a very sweet guy, a little sassy sometimes but never mean. He lets you in on all the lore, inside jokes and stuff you’ve missed since they all started working together; he tells you about the time Riki’s ex called the hotline so he would give her another chance—after she cheated mind you—and you laugh for hours about a video of Haejin running and bumping into Jay by mistake.

You quickly become friends with them, though sometimes you question if ‘friends’ is an accurate description for your relationship. It’s not crazy really, but at times you’re left wondering if getting turned on by a so called friend really makes it a friendship.

Like that one time when everyone else had work to do, leaving you and Sunghoon alone in the break room—or more specifically, on the sofa.

You recall your thighs touching and neither of you moving away even though Riki and Sunoo had vacated their spots. Sunghoon was tired when he threw his head back against the wall, extending his legs in front of him and lifting his arms up in a stretch; you remember seeing his shirt lift up to reveal a small line of hair that led straight into his pants and your thighs pressed together in a matter of miliseconds.

Averting your gaze you noticed his protruding adam’s apple, the shape of it so beautiful you had to completely look away. But then you felt his eyes burning into the side of your face, you had to look out of curiosity.

Sunghoon was gazing at you with a lopsided smile, his eyes hooded. It almost took the breath out of your lungs—blame it on the deprivation—but you held his gaze, a challenging glint in your orbs.

“You have nice eyes.” he said, the fatigue almost making him sound high.

The corner of your mouth lifted in a small smile of your own, “Why are you saying that?”

“I don’t know, you’re pretty. Is that a weird thing to say?” Sunghoon replied, deliberately lifting his arms higher before dropping them to his lap.

“My eyes and now me in general?” you teased.

“Come on, you know you’re pretty. Everyone’s been saying it.” he chuckled, eyes dropping to your lips for a second.l before going back to your eyes.

“No one’s been saying that.“

“Well yeah, they didn’t say it to your face. But trust me they did. Especially Jake, he’s been all weird lately.” Sunghoon affirmed.

You swore the tension was going to kill you right then and there, the way he was looking at you was making you feel like you were bare in front of his eyes. You didn’t even know him all that well, you’d talked to him a lot over lunch but it was superficial, nothing too intimate. Now he was looking at you for the very first time like he wanted to devour you. How weird.

“Well that’s sweet, thank you.” you smiled, your eyes unable to leave his. And while the knowledge that Park Sunghoon thought you were pretty didn’t really change anything, his gaze said a couple hundred things in only a few minutes.

Lord have mercy for you were close to sinning.

“And he went like ‘tell me who’s pussy this is’, erm bitch not yours??” Haejin takes a deep imitating voice.

She’s perched on the arm of the sofa, making big movements with her arms as she narrates her last call and everyone listens. You’re crammed between Heeseung and Jungwon, Jake falling asleep on the beanbag while Riki sits on the floor in front of the couch.

“The audacity to say that to a sex line operator.” Sunoo comments. He looks almost peaceful if you didnt look closely and noticed his leg bouncing and his jaw slightly clenched.

The thing is, you’ve kind of had suspicions that the two of them—Sunoo and Haejin—were somehow involved together. Maybe it’s the way they often eat alone together, or how they’re extremely touchy with each other, constantly brushing their hands together and sneaking glances when the think no one’s looking. You’re not falling for it though, you can tell the difference between friends and people who have fucked.

The sneaky bastards.

“I know it’s just dirty talk but I wanted to laugh so bad,” Haejin continues.

“You’re so strong cause I would’ve been laughing already.” you snort.

Heeseung bumps your arm playfully, “You would’ve been laughing cause you don’t usually like it, there’s a difference.”

You raise an eyebrow looking over at him, “who says I don’t like it?”

There’s a silence in the room and you almost think you said something out of line, but then again what’s ‘out of line’ in here?

Heeseung huffs a laugh, “I thought you weren’t into that shit?”

“Doesn’t mean I’m against it.” you answer. “I like a good surprise.”

His eyes trail down your face to your lips and his tongue darts out to lick his. He’s being so obvious yet it’s so enthralling you want to melt into the couch.

The moment is cut short when Haejin clears her throat and waves a hand between both your faces, breaking the spell. “Hello? Get a room please.”

Sunghoon groans, “Whole room horny.”

Heeseung smiles, throwing his head back on the back of the couch while the whole room sounds like a bunch of desperate teenagers. It’s almost time to go back to work but everyone’s dreading the prospect.

Riki brings in his 2 cents, “I say we should go to the club and all get laid this weekend.”

“100% agreed,” Jake says, voice muffled by the beanbag he’s currently lying face down on. “I can’t go on like this.”

No one has time to give their opinion because the door to Jay’s office opens and he comes out holding a stack of papers, a pair of serious glasses perched on his nose.

“I don’t know if you guys remember this conversation we had a couple weeks back? Yn you weren’t there yet so I’m just gonna brief you in on this idea.” he starts, “We talked about implementing duo calls to our list, so you guys would be paired up on calls depending on the requests. I received a couple requests for Y/n and Riki and also Sunoo and Haejin this afternoon, how does that sound to you guys?”

You look around and find Riki’s eyes already on you, he seems to be just as surprised as you are. Since the other day, there’s been a slightly tense atmosphere between the two of you, like you’ve walked in on an intimate moment even though it was professional.

You can still hear his voice and it sends shivers down your spine whenever you’re catapulted back to that moment. Now to know the boss wants you to both participate while sitting next to each other in those narrow cabins is somethjng else. Sure, you’ve done it in front of Jake but it was just to mess with him, now you have to be serious and somehow collaborate in your dirty talk, if that makes sense.

“But like, how would that work? What would need to do?” Haejin asks, cocking her head.

Jay holds out a peace of paper, proud. “That’s why I printed these out, I’m gonna need you to go somewhere together in pairs. I gave you each a specific scenario and I want you to rehearse okay? These people are willing to pay a good price for this, so i don’t want it to be rushed.”

“Customer is male, he likes the idea of cuckholding but wants to be involved too. What can you do to make it sound authentic while also interacting with him?” Riki reads.

He’s sitting across from you in his booth, legs spread as he lounges on his armchair. You agreed to rehearse with the curtains drawn for maximum privacy because you both know how curious the rest of the staff can be, but the con is that now the cabin feels so much smaller and Riki’s playing right into it.

He’s got bedroom eyes, always looking at you like he’s trying to say something with them and he plays with the knowledge that he can get you flustered easily.

“First of all, you’re gonna have to come closer to me since we only have one phone. Then we should give him a lil show, talk to each other, imply we’re doing actual things to each other etcetera.” Riki says, folding the sheet in half, “Can you fake moans?”

You almost snort, “For 300 dollars yes I can.”

Three hundred is the price the man is offering to pay to hear you both. You’d almost be flattered…in another world.

“We don’t wanna risk it though, let me hear you.” Riki insists.

You shake your head immediately, “I’m not gonna just moan out of the blue. Trust me I got this, I’m gonna do good.”

Riki’s smirk widens, his gaze darkening, “Oh I know you’re gonna do good y/n.”

You’re tempted to look away, his gaze too heavy on you, but his words are what do it. You’re a whole different person around him and he seems to notice, seems to find it amusing, really. You look down at your shoes, tapping them on the floor distractedly.

“Come here, let’s rehearse before he calls” he cuts through your silence, beckoning you with his finger. It’s with hesitant legs that you stand up, not really knowing where to go, and stand awkwardly next to his armchair. “Just come sit here, we can’t be too far apart or he’ll notice.”

You zero in on his pointer finger tapping his thigh and your eyes widen a little bit. That was never in the job description—though you should’ve expected it with how comfortable everyone is. You bury your embarrassment somewhere your brain can’t find and you lower yourself to sit on Riki’s lap.

“That’s it mama, sit down.” he encourages in a low voice. His hand comes up to your hip, touch light and respectful in order to steady you.

“Mama?” you chuckle nervously, back pressed against his chest, amused by the nickname.

“I’m rehearsing aren’t I?” Riki says against the back of your neck, his breath fanning on your sensitive skin. “Come on, dont be shy, gimme a moan. You have to make him believe it.”

You shake your head, hair brushing his shoulder, “It’s gonna sound awful.”

But Riki doesn’t seem to care. You can feel him getting closer by his breathing against your neck until you’re sure his lips are merely inches away from your skin. “No it’s not, you can do it.”

You huff a laugh but it comes out oddly weak as your head lolls involuntarily. Every part of your body is stimulated by only the feeling of his breath, how pathetic does that sound? You’re so deprived that the thought of his lips being so close brings you to utter weakness.

“I cant just moan like that, what if I sound off?” you say, breathless.

Riki doesn’t reply, instead you feel his lips brush your nape and your eyes flutter shut as you fight to stay focused. He trails a path down to your shoulder, pressing his lips over the fabric of your top until he finds a bare strip of skin. Simultaneously, his hands lightly squeeze your sides, and when you shift on his lap he squeezes harder. Your breath hitches and he seems to hear it because his fingertips travel to your ribs before settling on your stomach. Riki traces circles on the part that’s not covered by your top, his lips playing with neckline of it.

The moment he leaves lazy open mouthed kisses all the way to your jaw from behind, you gasp, clutching the hem of your skirt with shaky fingers.

“There you go. Sound so pretty. Is that all it takes?” Riki teases, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “I knew you could do it, I’m just gonna have to keep you right here all through it.”

You feel his tongue dart out to taste the skin where jaw meets neck and you instinctively brace yourself with hands on his thighs, to which he reacts to with a low hum. You don’t even know what this is, what you’re doing, but it feels too good to stop. It’s like being denied water for months and finally getting to drink. Except Riki’s like Mountain Valley Spring Water.

He squeezes your hips, fingers venturing into the skin of your exposed thighs. “You can do better can’t you?” he rasps against your neck.

You’re left lightheaded and unable to reply so he only makes it worse. Riki squeezes, traces patterns all the way to your inner thighs and stops right there. That’s when you nod, needing his touch like air. You can’t bear to feel him stop.

“Good girl, show me then.” he praises, teeth grazing your skin.

The next thing you know, Riki spreads your legs on his lap and his hands settle on your inner thighs. He’s touching one of your most sensitive spots and you just cant control the moan that comes out of your mouth.

It’s a mix of a pant and a moan, low and soft, and Riki seems to react physically to it. His hands squeeze the fat of your inner thighs and wander higher, right where your skirt bunches up.

“What if I just slip those panties to the side,” he emphasizes by hooking his finger to the hem of your panties, never actually touching you. “and have you sit on my cock all through the call. Would that make you moan alright?”

Your breath goes wild as you throw your head back shamelessly, you’re pretty sure he’s managed to get your panties soaked with only a few PG 16 touches. “You’re crazy,” you whisper shakily.

“Am I? The door’s closed and we’re supposed to put on a show for him anyway.” Riki chuckles lowly. “If you don’t want to it’s alright mama, I won’t push.”

You shake your head and nod simultaneously, completely out of it. You don’t even know what you want except that you need to feel something.

You could cry if you’re left on the edge once again after enduring it for weeks.

“That a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’, pretty?” the bastard laughs again, amused by your state of evident arousal. He lifts the hem of your panties and snaps them back into place, his other hand stroking the skin of your hip.

“Yes, yes.” you gasp, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Riki hums, but he doesn’t rush to take them off, instead he cups your cunt through the fabric and presses his palm against your clit. He presses in pulsing motions, until your legs are closing around his hand and he has you boneless on his lap.

That’s when you feel his bulge pressing against your ass, thick and rock hard, and everytime you shift in pleasure, it twitches through his jeans.

“You’re soaking right through the fabric, pretty.” he whispers against your ear, fingers toying with the wet patch in the front of your panties. “Gonna take these off now, that okay with you?”

You nod instantly, spreading your legs for him to access. The second you do, he tugs your panties to the side, and the air hits your sopping cunt. Your walls clench around nothing, desperate to feel him, and Riki takes his sweet time, grabbing the phone in one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other. “A shame I can’t see your face like this mama, turn around f’me.”

You obey, on shaky legs you turn around and sit on him, facing him. Now you can clearly see his face, his flushed cheeks and messy hair, hooded eyes and the thick bulge in his pants. It looks like it hurts when he palms himself, buckle in hand.

“Go for it.” he rasps, bringing your fingers to his zipper.

While you unzip him, Riki strokes your cheek and tugs gently at the hair in the back of your head. When you’re done he lifts his hips a bit and tugs his jeans down to his knees along with his Calvin Kleins. His cock slaps against his lower stomach when he frees it, tip weeping precum all over his pelvis. It’s already fiercely erect, standing out proudly against his happy trail, pressing upward toward his stomach.

Before you can do anything, the phone rings in his left hand and he sighs shakily. “Come here then, sit on it.” he rasps.

You look at him through your lashes as you wrap a hand at the base of his cock and lift your hips, angling him below your pussy. You feel your thighs shaking as his tip brushes your clit, and you brace yourself on his chest, eyes closing.

The moment you sink down and take the head of his cock in, Riki groans, gripping your hip. “Such a good girl— fuck…look at you.”

He looks down at where your bodies meet, your pussy accommodating his thick length as best as you can, and he shuts his eyes, adjusting to the intense suction. When you take more of him he whispers, “Can I pick up the call now?”

You nod breathlessly and when he’s all snug and entirely inside of you, you moan. Before pressing a button and accepting the call, Riki takes one last look at his cock stretching you open.

“Hello, this is Riki and Y/n for Hotline 1OO9, how’s your day?” he says with a steady voice, except or when you listen closely to his messy breathing.

Riki presses the speaker button and holds the phone between you both. How are you even supposed to come up with words when he’s stretching you like that? You can only clench around him until you feel every ridge and every vein like they’re memorized.

“My day’s good, thank you for picking up.” the guy on the other end says, his voice a little bit shy.

Your head falls forward on Riki’s shoulder and your forehead rests there. At the sight, his cock twitches inside you and he pushes in deeper, trying to reach the deepest part of you. To that, you moan, nails digging into his arms. You want to move so bad, you wanna fuck yourself on his cock and finally reach a long awaited orgasm.

The customer must hear every little sound you make because he asks, “Are you close to each other?”

Riki chuckles, one hand grabbing your ass and kneading it, “Got her on my lap, must be why she sounds so breathless. Don’t you baby?” he kisses your jaw.

You hum, weak all over. But Riki won’t have it, he grabs your chin and puts his thumb on your lower lip, “Use your words. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, “yes, yes.” and he rewards you with a sharp slap to your ass. “Good girl,” he praises.

It’s like the man on the other end of the line fades away, you can’t even hear his voice, just Riki’s and whatever he’s doing to your pliant body. His eyes are endless pits of darkness when he looks at you, pushing his thumb past your lips, and as you suck around it obediently, your walls clench around him and your hips shift.

“Uh-huh, who said you could move?” Riki takes his thumb out of your mouth and grips your hips to stop you.

You grip his arms, your belly moving with each ragged breath you take, and Riki’s cock throbs inside. He takes both your hands and holds them together behind your back, having you there seated on his dick, pride stripped away while a stranger listens.

“Oh look at that, you’re making such a mess.” Riki hums, looking at where you’re linked, his lower abdomen covered in your slick. “She’s so wet, soaking all over me,” he tells the man.

You don’t even hear his reaction, the need to move so intense it buzzes in your ears.

“Oh baby, you wanna move so bad, don’t you?” Riki taunts, giving the smallest thrust. But it’s enough to make you crazy, thighs shaking and body rocking.

When he speaks to the other man, you shiver, “She’s a mess, shaking on my cock. You should see her, so pretty when she just takes it.”

“Fuck… please, I can’t.” you plead, looking a Riki though your lashes, desperate for more movement. He’s so deep inside of you that even the smallest thrust makes you see stars.

“You want this?” his hips buck up, tip of his cock hitting a delicious spot inside of you. Your gummy walls cling to him, pulsing and keeping him right there, and he groans. “So tight, course you want it, you’re practically choking my cock.”

You hear the other man’s happy sounds but you shut his voice out, focusing on Riki.

“More, please.” you beg.

“Should I give her more?” he asks the customer with a smug smirk.

“No, not yet.” the latter decides, panting.

Riki shrugs, looking at you, “You heard him baby, just stay still.”

You’re not even sure you can take it. Every slow pulse of his heartbeat travels right through the shaft and presses against the softest parts of you, each one makes your hips twitch with the need to fuck back. You can feel how hard he is—impossibly hard—yet he holds himself completely still, breath controlled, hands locked on your wrists to stop you from grinding. Because Riki is so still, you can feel everytime he leaks inside of you, his precum warm and sticking to your walls.

“Mmh, that’s good. You’re doing so good.” Riki praises, squeezing your wrists, his cock pulses and his hip twitch just a tiny bit, making him just as disobedient as you were. “Fuck, she feels so tight ‘round me.”

Something starts building in the pit of your stomach, you don’t even know why or how, but it just does. Your thighs quiver and your forehead drops to his shoulder once again, your mouth parted in a silent moan. But Riki doesn’t let you, he cups your face and forces you to look at him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Nuh-huh, eyes on me.” he coos, stroking your flushed cheek while one hand still secures your wrists. “You’re such a mess, that pussy’s squeezing me so tight. Look at you, dripping all over.”

Riki pushes your chin down and makes you look at where you’re connected, he brings his hand there and collects the slick that’s coating his pelvis, fingers shiny. “She’s soaked, I should fuck her now, don’t you think? What if I just…” he bucks his hips, tip hitting your g-spot until you moan in pleasure. “… do this a couple times and leave her there shaking?”

He seems to react to whatever the man says on the phone—which you just don’t hear because apparently you have selective hearing—and he abruptly stops. You whine in frustration, rocking just a bit on his lap to find some sort of friction, but there’s just his heavy cock stretching you out and pulsing inside you.

“Please,” you whimper, “please, I need it.”

Riki squeezes your wrists unmoving and he kisses your collarbone, “You’re gonna have it when he decides baby. I don’t make the rules.”

You clench around him, the whatever that was building in your lower stomach intensifying everytime he opens his filthy mouth, you wanna hit him, make him fuck you senseless until you don’t even remember which day it is, but you can’t do shit. If the client weren’t there you would’ve already rode his cocky ass into tomorrow.

But it gets to a point where it’s just too much, your pussy grips him times and times again, almost in a rhythm, which makes his tip brush against your spot and your eyes roll back. You don’t even have to rock your hips to feel some sort of dizzying friction, and it seems like Riki’s understood it too, the way his cock twitches and his balls draw up. He hisses when you squeeze particularly hard and his eyes squeeze shut in agony.

“She’s gonna come without me even moving, I don’t have any room she’s squeezing so tight,” Riki tells the customer, then he looks at you and speaks, “I bet you’d sound so pretty if I could just fuck you properly, wouldn’t you?”

The next second, you feel his cock throb violently and his lips meet your neck, smugness all gone, “fuck, stop squeezing or I’m gonna cum baby.”

You whimper, a useless string of ‘please, please please’ coming out of your mouth and you clasp your hands together while he still holds them.

“Stay still,” the customer says, panting. “Both of you.”

You nod even though he can’t see you, but you’re so close it hurts. You pant, walls milking Riki’s cock as he fights it himself, sucking a spot in your neck. It’s too much, you try not to, but it just comes unbidden, you clench one last time, the head of his cock against your cervix, and your back arches.

“Fuck, I can’t—” you moan, eyes shut and head thrown back. Riki instantly looks at you, mesmerized, and he thrusts the tiniest bit to chase the friction. “I can’t..”

You come apart, your hips twitching over and over as you fight not to bounce on him. The lack of movement makes your climax feel denser, heavier, like it has nowhere to go except deeper into your body. You shake through it staying still, every pulse of your orgasm squeezing down on the hard length that refuses to move, until you’re left trembling and oversensitive with him still buried inside you, unmoving, as if nothing’s happened.

“That’s it, it’s okay. Fuck… she came so hard, didn’t even do anything,” Riki groans, hips stuttering, but before the customer can say anything he leans to your ear and whispers, “get off, i’m so close pretty.”

You shake your head, and when he releases your wrists you moan in contentment, “can I make him cum?” you ask the man on the phone.

He replies with a breathy voice, “Yes go ahead,”

So you take your cue, you brace yourself on his shoulders and when you start moving your own body screams in pleasure, everything sensitive. Riki throws his head back in a groan and his cock nearly slips out with how wet you are. When only the tip remains inside of you, you drop back down on his lap.

“Oh fuck—” Riki moans, gripping your ass, hips, anything.

He watches you through hooded eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock, his orgasm closer and closer, “I’m gonna come, doll. Just—get off.”

You shake your head once again, pressing little kisses to his shoulder as you bounce on his cock, “I’m clean and I’m on birth control,”

Riki groans, as if relieved he’s not gonna have to pull out and he bucks his hips, meeting your movements. “Fuck…you’re gonna—ah shit, keep going baby.”

You follow his lead, and a couple of bounces later, Riki’s cock is throbbing and the phone, which had been sitting on the arm of the armchair, almost falls. You scramble to grab it and hold it between the two of you, because he didn’t even notice, too fucked out to care. A string of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ comes out of his mouth and his hips stutter, his fingers digging into your flesh.

His stomach tightens under you and a broken sound leaves his throat. It’s a sign Riki’s control is fraying. You feel his cock swell even thicker inside you, the head pressing hard against that spot that makes your thighs shake and his grip on you tightens.

“Fuck—don’t stop,” he manages, voice rough. “Just like that—”

Before you or he knows it, he’s cumming.

Riki’s whole body goes rigid underneath you. A raw, punched-out sound tears out of his throat as his cock starts pulsing hard inside you—sticky surges of heat flooding deep. You can feel every spurt, the way his cock kicks and throbs while he empties into you. Riki’s hands clamp down on your hips hard enough to hurt, holding you flush against him so he can keep pumping cum as deep as possible. His thighs are shaking, his stomach is clenched and you feel he’s still trying to thrust up into you even while he’s coming desperate little movements that force every drop further inside.

Riki looks wrecked. Eyes half-lidded, mouth open, chest heaving, but his hands are still gripping you, unwilling to move even just a bit.

There should be a study on how greedy a girl can be, because the second you receive a text from Sunoo a couple days later, saying ‘tomorrow night is club night’ you reply without a second thought.

You’re not exactly planning on getting laid again—not that you’ve had your fill with Riki—you’re just looking to go out and party. But, if the opportunity presents itself you won’t decline, that’s for sure. You’re not sure why, but the scenario you fall asleep with doesn’t involve any handsome stranger on the dance floor. It’s involuntary but you can’t help but think about Riki, about Jungwon in the elevator, Jake in the booth, Sunghoon and Heeseung. Even Jay—if you’re being honest—but you wouldn’t actually go there, he’s your boss.

A little imagination doesn’t hurt anyone, it’s fine.

But is it crazy to be this level of greedy and imagine stuff with 5 different men?

Whether you’re thinking about them individually or not is irrelevant, but you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t be ashamed to indulge in your filthy thoughts.

Things have been going smooth over at Hotline 1OO9. You like that what happened with Riki hasn’t changed the atmosphere one bit, nothings awkward, you just have a nice little secret thing you two together.

You’ve never really talked about it, for you it was just part of the job, a ‘professional’ act heightened by obvious sexual frustration. You were just two ticking bombs waiting to go off, two consensual adults who took advantage of the circumstances.

It would be a lie to say it hasn’t happened again though.

Just the other day, you were walking past him in the empty break room and his fingers accidentally found your ass. He squeezed and you were a goner. You snuck in his pod and made out for god knows how long, dry humped like horny teens and you ended up on your knees sucking him off while he praised you.

You’ve found a new pleasant sense of reward in not being in control. You love it when Riki pulls your hair, calls you a good girl and slaps his dick on your tongue. It makes your stomach feel all warm and fuzzy when he says in that deep voice of his, “such a pretty girl on her knees for me like that.”

It would be a tremendous lie to say that you haven’t thought at least 20 times about the other day when in the break room, Riki sat next to you on the couch and slipped his hand on your thigh while everyone was talking.

It’s safe to say Sunoo and Jungwon noticed, then said something like, “In plain sight?” which made the others notice as well.

After all you were a group of shameless adults—the job had made you so unbothered about sex—so no one said anything about it. Sunghoon just winked exaggeratedly at Riki and Heeseung grabbed your other thigh in retaliation.

You fall asleep thinking about how it would feel to have them share you, as stupid as it sounds because you know it’s never gonna happen. You’ve read enough reverse harem books to know it sounds extremely pleasurable, you don’t have to choose and get a little taste of everything—a taste of five different worlds if you will.

When you think about it too deeply you feel like a whore so you just shake the thoughts aside and let sleep take you.

Come the next morning, you’re walking inside the office with a cookie jar and your purse. The cookie jar was your mom’s doing, she passed by a couple days ago and dropped them off, saying you should give some out to your colleagues. But because she thinks you still work at your old company—which is huge—she made 5 jars, so your kitchen counter is currently crowded with chocolate chip cookies.

You drop them on the coffee table in the break room and you immediately clock in with Jay. He’s wearing a crisp suit today, as per usual, and his hair is styled to perfection making him look like every woman’s dream.

“Good morning y/n.” he greets with a smile, “We got feedback on the website by the way. It was that guy from the call with Riki, he said you were awesome and recommended it. He even put heart emojis.”

You smile, “Morning sir, awesome news.”

Jay must notice how jolly you are because he asks, “What’s got you all smiley today?”

Pregnancy glow? Today’s lunch packed in your bag? What can you even say instead of the truth? It being that you’re a sexually pleased woman who’s gonna be even more sexually pleased tonight.

“Nothing sir, I’m always like that.” you shrug, smiling wider.

Your old boss’s email comes to your mind and you quickly shut up. Being notably not-smiley is what got you fired, so it’s best you refrain from speaking.

“When we first met you told me to fuck off and thought I was a scammer y/n, I don’t think you’re always like that.” Jay chuckles, going through paperwork like the busy man he is.

“Well yeah, but with all due respect boss, you sounded like a mix of that Squid Games recruiter guy and El professor in La Casa Del Papel.” you clutch your purse, half expecting him to get mad like your old boss would.

Instead he just chuckles, clearly agreeing. “I know, I did sound weird. But I’m glad you took the time to think about my offer and didn’t jump to conclusions. Now look at you, 20 requests a day, successful as ever.”

That you are. Now thanks to your critical thinking you can afford rent and not be worried about unemployment. And if someone has to say anything about your line of work they can go fuck off. You give Jay the brightest smile you can manage, “Thank you for not firing me because I don’t smile often sir.”

Jay laughs, a little confused but amused, “What? That’s not a reason to fire someone.”

And you’re sure if you had more money maybe you would’ve sued that damn company. There was always something a little fishy with that excuse anyways.

The day goes by fairly fast, you don’t even go out of your pod much because of how many calls you’ve been scheduled to today. Some are fine, some are weird but not a big deal because you get paid in the end.

Some guy called just to ask for sex advice, which you found particularly funny because not once did he initiate any type of conversation other than ‘how can I make my current girlfriend feel good?’ you gave him all you knew, tips and tricks and then hung up with an amused smile.

You ate lunch with your colleagues as usual, talked about inviting the boss to your little night out but opted not to because it was weird and probably unethical.

After eating you and Jungwon sat on the sofa and watched videos on his phone, your chin on his shoulder. He scrolled through his timeline and made occasional comments, looking at you from the corner of his eyes at times. When Jake came by, he sat next to Jungwon and adopted the same position you did, watching with the both of you.

But as soon as you heard the boss move in his office you straightened up and pretended to look at the wall, aware of how unprofessional it looked.

Jay came out and stopped right in the threshold, looking at you with raised eyebrows. “What’s with the faces? Break’s over in 20 folks.”

Dominated by the work system, you got up exactly twenty minutes later and got to work. Riki interrupted you a couple times, just “swinging by” as he said, to squeeze that ass he seemed to love, then walked back to his own pod like he’d accomplished his mission.

But the last time he did it—curtains be damned—Heeseung was walking by and saw everything. He didn’t make a big deal out of it, just snorted and said “sharing is caring man.”

You decided not to dwell on it because he was probably joking, but—surprisingly—there were a few instances of you imagining what ‘sharing’ implied.

The rest of the afternoon went by fast, and the next thing you knew you were clocking out, saying your farewells to no one but Park Jongseong who, unfortunately, wasn’t invited.

Your ass looks fabulous in your dress and everyone seems to think so too.

The way Jake looks at it says a lot actually, it’s like he’s seen a ghost, his eyes avert and his cheeks get red immediately like he’s judging himself for the thoughts he’s having.

Sometimes, if you’re being honest, you look at Jake and wonder how he does the job he does.

If you were to see him in the subway you’d think he works in engineering or teaches astronomy and only has sex once in a blue moon. But apparently the man does get laid, he’s just not cocky with it.

Riki, though, is plenty cocky. Once he gets a good look at your ass he gives it a squeeze, not really caring to be sneaky.

Haejin notices and points at him, “I knew you guys fucked.”

Jungwon and Heeseung snort. You’re waiting in line at the club entrance and you’re all pressed together along the wall, a thick cigarette smoke fog hovering over the crowd. Someone’s smoking cigarettes after cigarettes and it’s making your nose itchy.

“I swear to God if you’re greedy and wanna steal my hookup tonight I’ll make sure you get fired Rik.” Sunghoon points at him accusing.

One of his Riki’s hands goes to your lower back and he answers, “I’m good man, the club is all yours.”

It wouldn’t be Riki if his hand didn’t slip down to your ass for the nth time and squeezed. He then proceeds to lean down to your ear and whisper, “I’m hoping I get to take you home tonight.”

You snort, swatting his hand away playfully, “What if I want a change?”

Riki settles his hand on your hip this time as the line progresses, “Well I can share. How’s that for a change?” he smiles.

“You’re willing to share with a complete stranger?” Jungwon raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall.

“I don’t know, any of you interested?” he looks around, expecting them to be grossed out.

When everyone raises their hand but Sunoo, you look surprised, and with filthy contempt, your mind files it as a very important information.

The latter looks at Haejin and raises an eyebrow, attempting to be secretive. As soon as he does that she drops her hand to the side and you pretend you didn’t see what happened.

“Well guess that settles it. Fill out forms and email them I guess.” Riki rolls his eyes, prentending to be jealous.

Sometime after, the bouncer finally lets you all in. You walk to the bar in a tight group and order a couple drinks to start the night. You don’t drink all that much so you get a single cocktail and decides it’ll be the last.

You all walk through the crowd, the speakers blaring ‘Kiss me thru the phone’, bodies are all pressed together, slick with sweat and you spot a few people making out savagely already.

Riki and Heeseung stay behind you all the time, like a fridge protecting its snack, and you notice Haejin’s pressed tightly to Sunoo’s chest. It’s not even a surprise when the slick bastard glares at a guy he’s caught looking at her.

Jungwon notices and looks back at you, amused, but neither of your say anything.

Once you’re deep inside the jungle of bodies you all stop. Sunghoon’s already looking around like he’s searching a prey and Jake’s eyeing the ceiling like he wants to go home.

So what better than to mess with him? You grab his arm and start dancing with him, trying to lighten him up a bit with a couple back and forth rocks to the beat of the music. He relaxes after a little bit and starts easing into it, hands coming up naturally to your hips as he smiles.

By the time the third song comes around, everyone’s having fun. Sunoo’s pressed up against Haejin, Sunghoon’s already found a girl to chat up and you’re still with Jake, only this time there’s Riki behind you and Jungwon on the side sipping on his drink. You’re boxed by them, grinding your ass shamelessly on Riki while Jungwon watches with a playful glint in his dark eyes and Jake quite literally endures, cheeks as red as wine. You make sure he’s not uncomfortable by asking him a couple times in his ear, to which he replies by getting even more flustered by your proximity.

But Heeseung’s nursing a drink—not at all unhappy—he’s wearing a dopey grin like he’s having the time of his life even though he’s not doing anything. You turn around to look, and reach for his arm, dragging him closer so he doesn’t feel left out. He holds onto Jungwon and starts dancing, moving his body to the bass boosted music. It would be a lie to say he’s not a bit drunk, his cheeks are flushed and he’s grinning like an idiot—even more than Jake usually is—he holds onto Won for dear life and nearly spills jis drink when someone passes by.

“Heeseung man we just got here like an hour ago.” Riki snickers, amused. “Get your shit together or you’re not gonna get laid tonight.”

He just beams, taking another sip and moving his hips, “Nopeeee, don’t care.”

Riki gets closer to you, pressing his front to your ass, indirectly pushing you closer to Jake and Jungwon in the process. It feels nice to be between all of them, especially the way Jake grips your hips and looks at you like you’ve hung the moon.

But soon after, Heeseung starts feeling dizzy and says he wants to grab some fresh air, and Won volunteers to go with him so he doesn’t stay alone. They slip out of sight and you’re left sandwiched between Jake and Riki’s bodies, the latter hardening almost imperceptibly against your ass.

It’s not even a surprise, you’ve noticed how high his stamina is, it’s like he’s always up for it, always ready to go. Jake’s a little further away, so you can’t exactly feel him, but it wouldn’t be a revelation if you were to find out he’s hard—it seems to be his default reaction, he even gets hard when he sees good food apparently.

When Sunghoon comes back, he looks defeated and points at the girl he was talking to, declaring, “She was trying to get over her ex and find someone to make a sextape with.” he sighs, “tonight’s not my night.”

“There’s plenty fishes in the sea,” Riki comforts him, gripping your lower back.

Sunghoon gets closer, taking the spot Jungwon vacated, “Only one fish I want anyway.” he looks at you when he says that, then back at Riki, “Where did Heeseung and Won go?”

Jake intervenes, “They’re outside to grab some air.”

“Bro, they can’t come back inside if they go out. Are they fucking stupid?” Sunghoon scoffs, looking around and squinting towards the exit.

At the same exact moment your phone buzzes in your purse, vibrating on your sides. You slip your hand inside and grab it, it’s Jungwon.

“Yo, no one’s picking up their phone. The bouncer won’t let us come in again.” you hear him, his voice muffled with the sound of the music.

And yes, that’s the story of how you all end up on the sidewalk, sitting side by side on a line just because the dumbfucks couldn’t ask the bouncer for information before going out. Heeseung’s been apologizing profusely and you tell him it’s not his fault everytime, that it’s all good and you were tired anyway.

News flash you weren’t, you were just getting started. But can’t win em all.

It’s quickly forgotten about when Heeseung suggests you all come to his place for some drinks. Everyone accepts happily, except well….Sunoo and Haejin who look at each other and clear their throats.

But before they can say anything, the party host scrambles towards them.

“Yes you guys can just go home and fuck like rabbits. Trust me we know.” he slurs on unsteady feet.

There’s a silence before everyone snorts including Haejin and Sunoo who instinctively get closer now that the ‘secret’s’ out.

“We all knew, you guys are obvious as fuck.” Sunghoon states, smiling widely.

You part your ways and head to Heeseung’s small apartment conveniently located a couple blocks away from the nightclub. The whole way Riki and Jungwon have to hold him so he doesn’t trip although he says he’s not that drunk. Once you’re in front of his building he struggles to get his keys out and Jake has to dig in his back pocket to find them. “Stop touching my ass man.” Heeseung giggles, swatting his hand away when he gets the keys out.

When he manages to open the door, Heeseung stumbles inside and calls the elevator. You look around at the group of men encircling you and feel like the world’s biggest slut, anyone who would see this would think you’re a total whore and whatever other prejudiced words they can come up with.

But in truth, you don’t really care all that much, you like being slutty at times, it’s fun and doesn’t harm the environment anyway.

When the doors open to the second floor, Jake already prepares the keys to open Heeseung’s door. He waits for him to sign which one is his and quickly works it open.

“I’m sorry for the mess,” Heeseung mumbles as he kicks off his shoes in the entryway. The apartment is spotless so you don’t even know what mess he’s talking about.

Probably the mess in your panties—

“Yeah you’re drunk man, go to sleep,” Riki chuckles, pushing him towards the hallway like he knows the house.

“I’m not even tired, gimme some water, I’ll just shower and sober up,” the man groans like a child, holding onto the wall.

You grab the first bottle water of bottle you see on the kitchen counter and uncap it, handing it to him. When you realize he’s not even gonna be able to drink it, you push it to his mouth, one hand cupped under his chin and you tilt the bottle. Heeseung’s heavy eyes are on you while he drinks. “So pretty,” he mumbles when he’s done, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, get line,” Jungwon pushes him playfully.

Riki escorts him to bed, but not before Heeseung makes a point of kissing your cheek and exclusively telling you goodnight. You pat his hair and watch him get carried away to his bedroom with a fond smile.

“Alright let’s see where he keeps his booze,” Sunghoon starts looking through his friend’s drawers, in the kitchen too. When he finally finds his stash of alcohol he holds a bottle of vodka to his chest. “This motherfucker only has cheap stuff.”

“That’ll do,” Riki snatches the bottle from him when he comes back, one hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer.

Once seated on the couch, you all get comfortable, Sunghoon props his socked feet on the coffee table ontop of Hee’s electricity bills and yawns as he stretches. Jake finds the fluffy armchair in the middle of the living room while you sit between Jungwon and Riki and uncap the vodka bottle, pouring it in little plastic cups they’ve found in the kitchen. You hand them to the four boys, not in the mood to drink yourself. Riki drops a kiss yo your cheek as a thank you, obviously mocking Heeseung earlier.

“It’s a fail for everyone except those bastards Haejin and Sunoo,” Sunghoon sighs into his cup, emptying it in seconds.

His arms flex as he puts it on the coffee table and you find yourself looking at his biceps, or him in general. The way his body is sculpted, the shape of his broad shoulders, everything looks good—it’s something he has in common with the three other boys, they’re all equally handsome everywhere.

“Speak for yourself,” Riki mutters, eyes bored on the side of your face, one hand on your thigh. When you turn to look at him he smirks, emptying his cup in one gulp.

“Yeah just go ahead and fuck right then and there you bastards,” Sunghoon groans, frustrated.

“You’re jealous as fuck Hoon,” the boy holding your thigh teases, shooting him a playful look. “Should‘ve gone with the sextape girl.”

“I’d rather choke, I’lll just live vicariously through you man, it’s okay.” he cringes at the thought, dusting off his perfectly clean t shirt.

There’s a silence before you decide to be extremely unhinged. You turn to look at Sunghoon through your lashes and you joke, “Don’t you want the real thing?”

There’s a long moment. You think you’ve said something dumb when you see Sunghoon’s mouth open and close, but when he presses his palms to his face and groans you melt in your seat. “Don’t say that y/n.” he breathes out, a little desperate in all honesty.

“What’s wrong with what she said?” Riki teases, a smug smile on his face as he squeezes your thigh.

Jake looks at you from the armchair, shifting in his seat, he looks like he’s heard the craziest thing ever, his boba eyes widening by the second. Jungwon’s also gazing thoughtfully at you, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking or not. Although you originally were, their reaction only fuels the inner monologue you’ve been having these days, until you’re not entirely sure you’re fooling around anymore.

“Did you even hear her man??” Sunghoon replies, man spreading on the couch like he owns it. “Y/n you can’t be saying that. It’s not even funny.”

“I wasn’t even joking though,” you shrug, looking at him innocently, although the smirk on your mouth tells a whole different story.

Riki cups your chin and tilts your head towards him, eyes already zeroing in on your lips. His tongue darts out to wet his own, plump lips parting and lower one going between his teeth.

“Don’t even bother, I think he doesn’t want to,” he teases, giving Sunghoon a taunting look before focusing back on you. “I’ll take care of you baby, how’s that sound?”

You swear you hear Jake’s hitch from his spot but before you can turn your head to verify, Riki wraps a hand around your neck and pulls you closer until his lips are merely inches away from yours. The bastard looks you right in the eye and gives you that haunting playful smirk before he dives in. His lips melt into yours and without giving it much thought he parts them, tongue slipping in your mouth in a filthy kiss. Riki’s fingers tighten around your neck, making it a point to make you moan for him, so his friends can only marvel at the sight. You gasp into the kiss, tongue dancing with his, all the while his other hand snakes down to your hips and tugs you closer, almost on his lap.

You couldn’t even hear the rest of the world if you wanted, your ears ringing with how bad you want this. It feels exhilarating to know you’re being watched, three pairs of eyes burning into your skin from all sides of the room. It only seems to pump Riki meaner, his hand squeezing your throat until you’re dizzy and moaning into the kiss, it’s the perfect amount of pressure, not too much just enough to render you a mess.

“Sound so fucking pretty,” Riki rasps as he lets go of your lips and finds a spot on your neck to suck on.

Your eyes open and you find all three men staring right at you, as expected. Jake’s frozen, his mouth slightly ajar and his hands gripping the leather of the armchair. Sunghoon doesn’t have his hands on his face anymore, he’s got them gripping his thighs, jaw clenched. And Jungwon looks wrecked, the paper cup crumpled in his hand as he fights the urge to reach and join.

When Riki sucks a dark spot in your neck, your lips part and the moan you let out makes all three boys tense in their seats. “That’s right baby, let them hear.” you feel Riki’s smirk against your skin.

“You’re not playing fair man,” Jungwon groans, captivated by the sound of your pleasure.

Riki let’s go of your skin with a wet pop, “What do you think baby, am I being fair?”

You smile dizzily, “I did tell Sunghoon he could have the real thing and he didn’t even answer, so I guess you’re being fair.”

The latter instantly protests, “I thought you were joking y/n, I didn’t think you—”

You cut him by getting up on wobbly feet and making it in front of him, before he even knows what’s happening you’re climbing on his lap. “This okay?” you whisper in his ear as you fully settle, legs bracketing his.

When his arms instantly wrap around you, the answer is made clear. Sunghoon nods, looking at you like a divinity, “Could’ve already been doing this a long time ago.” he states, pulling closer until youre snug right against his core.

“You should’ve said something then,” you smile against his jaw then nip at his earlobe until he shivers. You feel the other men’s eyes on your body as you start moving in Sunghoon’s lap, grinding down on the front of his pants. “Should’ve kissed me right on the break room couch that other day.”

Sunghoon lets out a breathy laugh, gripping your hips as he fights for his composure, he’s about to say something but Jungwon beats him to it, “You had a chance and fucked it up, how stupid can you be.”

With his foot, Sunghoon kicks the other man’s leg, trying to focus solely on your beautiful face, “As far as I know you didn’t make a move either.”

“He’s right, you should have too,” you lean towards Jungwon, still on his friend’s lap, and you catch his expecting lips in a kiss.

He tastes like vodka when his tongue slips into your mouth. He’s a messy kisser, all tongue and teeth, biting your lip occasionally. You feel Sunghoon’s cock throb in his pants and moan into Jungwon’s mouth at the feeling.

“Jake man, come closer. Come watch her.” Riki tells him, beckoning with a curled finger.

You hear him get up before he takes the spot you vacated earlier, eyes a physical weight on your body. Sunghoon bucks his hips to remind you of whose lap you’re on, his hands come down to your ass, wanting you so much closer than humanly possible and your reply by rocking your hips on him, indulging in the friction. It feels so good, Jungwon’s tongue caressing yours, Sunghoon’s thick cock practically begging to be taken out and the other boys looking like they don’t wanna miss a single second of it.

When you break the kiss, your lips are connected to his by a string of saliva that breaks when you look at Jake, beckoning him closer. He stands up ever so obediently and walks over to you. From where you sit you have to look up at him, the sight only making the problem in his pants harder, you trace a path up his thighs and cups him through his pants. “Gimme kiss,” you practically purr.

Jake nearly folds like trash origami, his hips buck to meet your hand and when you finally kiss him he melts. You go slower with him, tongue grazing his in a tantalizing way, you give his clothed cock a squeeze and he whimpers in your mouth, needy as ever. When you break the kiss he chases your lips, cheeks a deep red and lips shiny.

“Sit down and watch.” you order, not even doubting he’ll do as he’s told.

When Jake sinks down to the floor, you look at the man whose lap you’re sitting on and grin, wiggling on his aching dick. Sunghoon’s eyes follow your wandering hands as you cup him through his pants and tug at the zipper, when asked he lifts up his hips and lets you take his cock out. His is incredibly thick, smaller than Riki’s but impossibly thick you’re sure your fingers wouldn’t fully touch if wrapped around it. To test that theory you put you grab him and it’s with no surprise that you note your fingers don’t touch around the base.

“Can’t even wrap my hand around it Hoonie,” you say in a small voice, giving him a light stroke that makes his hips jolt. You take his own hand in yours and bring it to his leaking cock. “Show me how you do it.”

To your side, Riki and Jungwon are breathing harder, the latter palming the bulge in his jeans, both their eyes stuck on you like you’re some sort of succubus. But when Sunghoon’s hand wraps around his cock, it’s Jake who nearly whimpers. You look over to him and cup his chin, pulling him closer so he can get a better view. “You wanna see so bad baby?”

Jake nods vehemently and swallows hardly, “You look so pretty like that,”

You lean back and drop a kiss to his lips, licking them while you get back to Sunghoon. He’s steadily pumping himself now, fingers on his balls while he thrusts in the crease between his thumb and pointer finger. “Fuck,” he groans, “put your hand on me.”

You cover his own hand with yours, tightening his grip on his cock and move it up and down, guiding the friction. You collect the precum with your palm and use it as lubricant for your strokes. Sunghoon focuses on the base while you pump the tip, your hands slick and meeting each time you glide. It’s filthy—even more so when you spit on his tip and his cock twitches, his head throwing back in utter agony. You use your saliva and tighten your grip, thumb rubbing his head while the other works with his own. Riki’s unbuckled his jeans by now, palming himself while patiently waiting for his turn.

“F-fuck,” Sunghoon pants, a slave to his pleasure now. “Jungwon come here, use her mouth”

His friend gets up as quickly as possible and travels to the side of the couch where he stands, gaze bored on your hand working. “Cmere baby, open up,” he encourages as his thumb settles on your lower lip, pushing past it.

You lick around his thumb, suckling as your hand goes faster on Sunghoon’s cock. Jungwon hums in admiration as his other hand quickly undoes his jeans and lets them drop to his knees. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth now, okay?” he taunts, boxers tugged down as well.

Jungwon’s cock is long, a thin patch of hair leading from his lower stomach to it, and it stands proudly, leaking so much that’s it’s made a stain on his boxers. When you nod, he doesn’t seem to think it’s enough and shakes his head disapprovingly.

“What did I teach you baby?” Riki intervenes, delivering a light slap to your ass. “You gotta use your words.”

You nod again, a soft ‘yes’ coming out of your parted lips. Sunghoon practically thrusts into his and your hand, making a mess of precum on his stomach. But before you can even wipe it off, Jungwon presses his cock against your lips, rubbing his own precum all over them until they look plump and like you’ve put gloss on. The moment he pushes his dick past your lips, you swear you feel Sunghoon’s heartbeat in his cock. Airs gone rancid by now, all three of them watching Jungwon’s length fit perfectly inside your mouth, his breathing hacking out wet.

“Mmh, fuck… look at you baby, look at those pretty lips,” he groans, cupping your face almost tenderly if it wasn’t for the other hand tangling in your hair and pulling slightly.

Your eyes roll back behind your closed lids and you suck him in, hollowing out your cheeks before letting him go with a pop and resuming with messy licks. You practically makeout with his tip, suckling on it, licking each and every side until his thighs tense, you don’t stop until the room fills with filthy sounds. Your fingers keep working Sunghoon’s dick all the while, tangling with his own in a wet mess under Riki’s approving gaze.

“Look at you…” he hums, sneaking behind you to drop a kiss on your bare shoulder. His tongue traces a path up to your neck and sucks a dark spot, causing you to moan around Jungwon’s tip. “You’re so good at this, look at Sunghoon baby, he’s gone already.”

Your eyes find him below you, his head is thrown back, eyes wild and wanton, hand working through his own pleasure like he’s drunk on it. Jungwon’s hips shift until he’s practically fully sheathed in your mouth, regaining your attention. He tugs at your hair—noticing how eager you get when he does it—and one of his hands goes to your ass so he can lift up the hem of your dress. He smirks at Jake who—if he’s being honest—feels terribly lonely on the floor, and delivers a sharp smack to your bare ass.

Jake watches the flesh move with the echo of Jungwon’s slap and fights to not burry his face in between your sweet thighs. You swallow around the man’s cock, a ring of saliva forming and dripping down your chin, making a proper mess of your collarbone in the process, Riki resumes his his taunting kisses on your neck and one hand comes to squeeze that ass he loves so much.

He hooks a finger in your thong, tugs at it only to watch it snap back in place, “Such a pretty ass, you’re just pretty all over aren’t you?”

Riki’s mouth travels up to your jaw and cheek, and when he gets close enough, he licks around your mouth to clean the mess of saliva you’ve made. Jungwon actually freezes for a second, seeing how close he is to his dick, but the low groan he emits says a lot about how he feels.

“Messy girl,” the youngest teases, licking his own lips while stroking your ass cheek. You’re so lost in pleasure you start rocking your hips against Sunghoon’s thighs, which he notices by the way his breathing gets shallower and his mouth hangs open.

Your mouth leaves Won with a pop and you look back at Jake, miserably sitting on the floor, gazing up at you like admiring a painting. “You can touch me baby, go ahead.” you tell him, lips curling into a cheeky smile.

It doesn’t take more than a millisecond for his hands to be on your ass along with Riki’s. Jake kisses his way up your spine, sending shivers all over you body, he traces every ridge of every bone and makes it a point to let you know you are beautiful and wanted. Your head lolls, fingers loosing cadence on Sunghoon’s cock—but fear not, he wraps his own around yours and guides them up and down the slick length with a low groan.

“Can I taste you, please?” Jake looks up at you with those boba eyes and those thick lashes, “Let me make you feel good.”

You suddenly get up off of Sunghoon’s lap, leaving him breathless, cock twitching and eyebrows furrowed, Jungwon’s stroking himself lazily, watching your every move. When you sink down on the floor and push Jake to a lying position, Riki hums approvingly.

You straddle his lap, your lips find his chest and place sparse tender kisses all the way to his pale neck, you only give him a taste of your mouth before shifting. The man waits with wide eyes that get even wider the second your thighs bracket his face, but when you’re done hovering and sit down, Jake whimpers. You settle your your full weight down onto his mouth, his nose is buried against your clit, his lips sealed around you, and every time he exhales you feel the warm rush of his breath against your soaked cunt.

You’re dripping onto his tongue, you feel it all over, your thong when Jake pulls it aside and it hits your skin. You look up at the others, quite proud of the hold you seem to have on them, and you beckon Riki to come closer. He doesn’t even wait, he knows exactly what’s his to take and so in a swift movement, his pants are discarded on the floor along with his calvin kleins.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes out, one hand twisting your hair in a loose ponytail. His cock throbs at the sight of you on your knees and just as he’s about to press it to your lips, you lift a finger.

It’s a shameless move, and you’re not sure how you’re going to manage but you call Sunghoon over. He rises from the sofa like he’s been waiting for the invitation, cock still flushed and shiny from your earlier attention, the head glistening as he steps closer. Riki’s grip in your hair tightens just enough to tilt your face up, and the second Sunghoon is within reach you open your mouth for him.

He slides in slow, letting you feel every thick inch while Jake’s tongue works greedily beneath you. It’s so tantalizingly good that every part of you is set aflame, the heavy length of Sunghoon stretching your lips while Jake’s mouth seals tighter around your cunt, nose pressed firm against your clit. You moan around the cock in your mouth and the vibration makes Sunghoon’s hips stutter.

“Fuck,” he breathes, one hand coming to rest at the back of your head. “Look at you go…”

Riki watches with pleased eyes, still stroking himself slowly beside you. Jungwon has moved closer too, standing just off to the side, fist wrapped loosely around his cock as he drinks in the sight of you—mouth full, ass still marked faintly from earlier. You love it, you’ve never felt so full—albeit technically totally empty.

Jake’s hands come up to grip your hips, pulling you down harder onto his tongue and he licks into you like he’s starving for it in messy strokes that make your thighs tremble. Every time you rock forward to take Sunghoon deeper, you grind down onto Jake’s face, smearing yourself across his mouth and chin. He loves it though, you can see his hips buck in the air, waiting for some kind of friction.

You pull off Sunghoon’s cock just long enough to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connecting your bottom lip to the head. “Don’t just stand there,” you tell Jungwon, voice rough. “Come here.”

Needless to say he steps in immediately. You wrap your free hand around him, stroking in time with the way you sink your mouth back down onto Sunghoon and Riki’s fingers stay twisted in your hair, guiding the rhythm.

The latter leans in close to your ear, “You’re soaking him, baby. Poor Jake can barely breathe and he’s still trying to get his tongue deeper.” He nips at your earlobe. “You gonna come on his face while you’ve got Sunghoon’s cock down your throat?”

The words send a violent pulse straight between your legs. Jake moans against you like he heard them too, the sound vibrating through your cunt, and your thighs tighten around his head. Sunghoon’s breath is getting ragged above you, every time you hollow your cheeks he curses under his breath like he’s about to combust.

Jungwon’s hand covers yours on his cock, showing you the exact pace he wants, the exact twits of your hand he prefers, while his other hand reaches down to squeeze your breast through the half-open dress. You’re surrounded—mouths and hands on every side—and the only thing you can do is take it.

You roll your hips harder against Jake’s face, chasing the building pressure, and he answers by sucking your clit between his lips and flicking his tongue against it in quick strokes.

The pleasure coils tight and low in your stomach, and you’re not even sure when was the last time you’ve felt so good. You’re so close it almost hurts —thighs shaking, breath coming in sorts of short gasps around the cock in your mouth.

As for Sunghoon, he’s been hard for so long already, twitching against your tongue every time you hollow your cheeks, and you can taste how close he is. His hand tightens at the back of your head, hips starting to push forward in these little aborted thrusts like he can’t help it anymore.

Riki’s still got your hair in his fist, watching everything with that smug smirk. “Look at Sunghoon,” he murmurs against your ear, “he’s been leaking since you first touched him. Poor thing’s about to lose it.”

You moan around the cock in your mouth and the vibration makes Sunghoon’s whole body jolt. You can tell he wants to say something to Riki, prideful as always, but he’s cut short by the force of his pleasure. Jake’s hands squeeze your thighs harder, pulling you down so his nose is crushed against you, tongue fucking into your cunt like he’s trying to get every drop. The pressure on your clit is perfect and so constant that you feel the coil in your stomach snap.

Your thighs shake hard around his head as you come, grinding down onto his mouth with broken little whimpers that vibrate around Sunghoon. They all watch you with hooded eyes, mesmerized while you’re dripping onto Jake’s tongue, pulsing against his lips, and he just keeps licking through it like he doesn’t need air. The pleasure rolls through you in heavy waves, making your fingers tighten around Jungwon and your throat flutter around Sunghoon.

That’s what pushes the latter over.

“Oh fuck, y/n…” he groans, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, “I’m gonna—”

He curses under his breath, hips stuttering, and then the next you know he’s cumming hard down your throat with hot pulses that you have to swallow around because he’s buried so deep. His hand fists in your hair, holding you there while he empties into your mouth, dick throbbing heavily against your tongue. You can feel how much he’s been holding back, the way every spurt seems to drag another wrecked sound out of him.

Jake, him, is still lapping at you through the aftershocks, messy and eager as usual, while Riki strokes himself faster at the sight of Sunghoon’s hips jerking and your throat working. Jungwon’s breathing is ragged beside you, watching his friend’s face like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

When you finally pull off Sunghoon’s cock a string of saliva and cum connects your bottom lip to the head, and he looks completely gone—eyes an endless pit of darkness, mouth hanging open.

Riki laughs quietly, thumb brushing the corner of your messy mouth. “Good girl,”

But nobody had time to say anything or resume any movement because it suddenly comes to your attention that someone is standing at the door.

“Why does everyone always leave me out of things?” says a tired voice.

Heeseung has his fists clenched like a little kid getting out of bed to warn his parents he threw up, he glares at the boys but his eyes soften once he sees you still sitting on his friends face like it’s the most normal thing.

“You were drunk, man.” Riki clarifies, his cock lying untouched on his stomach.

“Couldn’t have you waited until I sobered up? Oh my god, in my own apartment bro.” the man groans, pointing to himself, “I’m sober now, i slept it off.”

“I don’t think it works like that man,” Jake says, muffled from under your cunt. You quickly get off him, wiping the cum from off your mouth. “I’m pretty sure it takes like 8 hours to sober up.”

Heeseung pulls out his phone while everyone sits back down, you put your dress back on your ass and sit on the floor, stroking Jake’s thigh. “Let’s fact check then, motherfucker. Cause I feel pretty sober right now seeing you guys leave me out like that.”

He does a quick google search, eyebrows raised like he’s sure he’s gonna make a point, and once he has the answer he says, “Hah. See?” he holds out his phone presenting a random page about alcohol and consent. “Nobody even asked me if I consented to it, you guys just did your thing without me. How sad is that.”

You snort, amused, and grab his phone to scroll down the article, your eyes quickly scanning the words. “I mean, he doesn’t seem confused, he’s not slurring, or behaving unusually.” you turn to him, “Do you want to join?”

Heeseung nods avidly, hair bouncing with the force of his agreement. But you cock your head, “Are you sure?” you ask him, “Spell my name backwards then count to 20.”

Jungwon chuckles, sitting next to Riki, and he watches with amusement as the former drunk spells your name backwards perfectly and counts to twenty.

Heeseung still looks a little wounded even after doing it without a single stumble, so you decide right then you’re going to make it up to him. You signal him with a tilt of your chin toward the couch and he sits without question, thighs spreading just enough for you to drop to your knees between them.

You lean in slow, nuzzling the soft skin of his inner thigh first, then higher, mouthing over the thick outline trapped in his pants. When you finally free him, the head is already shiny and leaking, it makes you wonder how long he’s truly wanted this. You take your time, tongue flattening against the underside in lazy strokes before you finally sink down, lips stretching around him.

Heeseung’s hand finds the back of your head almost immediately, fingers threading into your hair, not to push, just holding on like he needs the anchor. His breath keeps hitching every time you hollow your cheeks and drag up slow, the way he looks at his friends says a lot about how good this feels for him.

Jake drops onto the couch right next to him, close enough that their shoulders brush and their knees knock. But you’re so focused on the wet slide of your mouth that you almost miss the moment their faces tilt toward each other. It starts as a brush of lips, hesitant and questioning, then deeper, tongues meeting. You don’t even notice how it starts, but the next thing you know, they’re fully going at it, tongue and all.

The second they realie what they’re doing, though, they jerk apart like they’ve been burned, eyes wide, both of them flushing hard.

Jungwon’s already there, one hand on the back of each of their necks, shoving their heads together again with zero hesitation.

“Who the fuck cares if you’re boys,” he says, voice low and amused, “just kiss each other.”

You moan around Heeseung’s cock at the sight, the vibration making him twitch hard against your tongue. Jake’s cock is still untouched in his pants, a heavy line straining the fabric, but Heeseung’s hand is already there, palm rubbing over it through the material while they kiss again, messier this time, like the words unlocked something.

Heeseung doesn’t last. You feel the warning pulse, the way his thighs tense under your palms, and then he’s spilling across your tongue with a broken sound, hips stuttering. You suspect the sensations were only heightened by the feeling of Jake’s tongue and that makes your thighs squeeze together. He cradles your cheek after, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where a little cum has escaped, eyes soft and a little dazed as he watches you swallow.

Nishimura Riki’s been quiet long enough.

“My turn,” he announces, sitting on the floor and offering you a hand. He makes a whole show of it—turning you so everyone can see, peeling the dress up your body inch by inch like he’s unwrapping something expensive, then hooking his fingers in the thin strings of your thong and dragging it down your legs so slowly it almost hurts.

When you’re bare he pulls you into his lap, ass up and facing the others so you’re presented to the room.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, hands spreading you open for them. “So fucking pretty like this.” He spits, the warmth landing right on your cunt, then uses two fingers to smear it around, circling your clit before pushing inside slow. “Already dripping for us again. Taking it so well.”

The others are stroking themselves while they watch—Sunghoon and Jungwon on either side, Jake and Heeseung still half-tangled. It’s no surprise when you notice Heeseung’s hand now fully inside Jake’s open fly, working him slow and unashamed. Riki keeps fingering you, dirty little praises spilling out under his breath, spreading your cheeks until you have to brace on the floor, face down.

A couple minutes after he’s lifting you like a ragdoll, both hands under your arms as he makes you straddle him, he finally lines up but only then does it occur to him how irresponsible this is.

“Condom?” he asks Heeseung, snapping his fingers at him.

The bastard doesn’t even hear, too engrossed in Jake’s kisses, his hand wrapped around his cock tugging lazily. Riki throws a discarded pillow at him, and his head snaps up.

“Condom man.” he repeats.

Quickly, Heeseung finds a stash of condoms in his cabinets and throws one at his friend who diligently tears it open and puts it on. You line yourself with his length and wrapping your arms around his neck you rub your sopping cunt against his tip. “Tssk, stop moving baby, you know how I get when you tease.” Riki warns with a click of his tongue.

When he sinks in in one long thrust, Riki doesnt even give you time to adjust, he grips your hips and guides you into a steady ride.

“Fuck… that’s it, mama. You gonna ride me like you did last time in the phone booth?” he rasps.

Sunghoon’s head snaps up, “You fucked in the pods???”

Riki only chuckles smugly and bucks up hard enough to punch a moan out of you, “and she liked it, didn’t you baby?” he squeezes your cheeks together and plants a kiss on your mouth.

“Mmh, yes.” you whimper mindlessly, just enjoying yourself, eyes closed with abandon.

You feel Sunghoon and Jungwon move closer, so you do what a professional multitasker does, you take one in each hand, stroking them in time with the roll of your hips, then lean to the side to suck Sunghoon deep before switching to Jungwon, alternating until your jaw aches in the best way. Riki just keeps thrusting up, filling you perfectly, hands roaming your waist, your tits, your throat until there’s no part of you left untouched.

Jake and Heeseung are practically seconds away from fucking—the latter has Jake’s cock fully out now, stroking him while they kiss like they’re starving, both of them flushed and clearly a lily embarrassed about how far they’ve gone. You catch Jake’s eye over your shoulder and smile, voice rough from the cock previously in your mouth.

“There’s no judgment here. Go ahead. I know you want it, Jakey.”

It acts as some sort of approval for him because the next second he’s out eating Heeseung’s mouth again. You start riding Riki faster, hips snapping down harder, chasing the thick stretch of him.

But all the while, your eyes stay locked on Heeseung and Jake—watching the way their hands wrap around each other’s cocks, stroking in desperate rhythm while they keep kissing like they can’t stop. Every time their mouths meet you clench around Riki without meaning to.

He notices, ever so attentive.

Riki’s hands come up and grab your cheeks, squeezing them together so your lips pout, forcing you to look at him while he thrusts up to meet every drop of your hips.

“Look at you,” he groans, voice rough. “I can feel your cunt clench around me when they kiss. Dirty girl… does that turn you on?”

You nod desperately, a broken little sound escaping as he keeps fucking up into you. “I knew it. My dirty girl likes to watch, huh?” Riki rasps, fucking you stupid.

Jungwon’s already kneeling next to you, close enough that his breath hits your skin. He leans in and mouths at your neck, sucking soft marks while his hand works his own length in tight strokes—desperate for the release he’s been holding onto all night. His free hand finds your breast, thumb brushing over the nipple before he ducks lower and takes it into his mouth, sucking hard. His moans vibrate around your peaks, and your little sounds of pleasure only seem to pump him meaner, to the point where his teeth graze them now.

Riki’s thrusts turn sharper, angling just right, and the pressure builds too fast. You can’t even think, saliva gulped down in a mewl as he fills you over and over again. You moan his name over and over, gripping his arms, “Please, fuck.. Im so close, please.”

Your begging only entice him more, his hips n snap up until he’s grazing your cervix. Air’s gone thick with the stink of want, everyone caught up in some sort of trance.

Out of the blue, you find yourself coming for the second time that night with a shaky cry, walls fluttering and squeezing around him. The way you sound is enough to tip Jungwon over the edge as he spills hot across your thigh with a muffled groan against your tit, still sucking like he can’t let go.

You feel Riki empty inside the condom, gripping your ass and muttering your name again and again, mouth hanging open. He’s undoubtedly having one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, if he’s not counting the delicious one in the phone booth, that is.

Across the couch Heeseung and Jake follow almost at the same time, making each other come in a mess of wet kisses and shaky hands, both of them panting into each other’s mouths as they paint each other’s stomachs and fists.

Your legs give out, unable to catch up. You slump forward onto Riki’s chest, still so full of him, forehead mashed to his collarbone while he wraps both arms around you and holds you there. It’s almost tender if it wasn’t for the stench of sex and the loud panting of men.

“You did so good,” Riki murmurs into your hair, one hand stroking slow up and down your spine. “So fucking good for us.”

Everyone’s quiet for a minute, just catching their breath and their minds as well. Then there are gentle hands everywhere.

Jungwon wipes the mess off your thigh with careful fingers before pressing soft kisses along the same path. Sunghoon brings a warm cloth and cleans between your legs while Riki is still inside you, murmuring quiet praise the whole time. Heeseung and Jake lean in from either side, kissing your shoulders, your neck, the corners of your mouth, whispering how pretty you looked, how perfect you felt.

They take turns kissing your body like they’re worshipping every inch. It’s safe to say your body is sore, but your body could use more. That’s why even after witnessed them cleaning you up, you lift yourself off of Riki’s lap and walk over to Sunghoon.

“More,” you simply say against his chest.

And heck if he indulges.

rüe’s a/n : okay i’m sorry if it’s messy, took me a while to finish this one so the endings a bit rushed. reblogs and feedback is appreciated! 💗if the plots all over the place it’s cause it’s a smut originally so i didn’t really think about the plot that much. taglist: @waeclr @whymsikl

which one of them do you think y/n should go out with? unbiased😭

jake

sunghoon

riki (my personal choice)

jungwon

heeseung

jay

her first girl customer

Remaining time: 6 days 16 hours

[seungsoftly]

DISCLAIMER: i do not condone the usage of AI or plagiarism in any way in creative spaces, nor online hatred with the use of slurs and foul language.

hi everyone.

enhablr is truly going downhill and that includes the recent rise especially in AI usage and the creation of numerous confession blogs. i want to address both issues in this post, but i truly believe that if these things continue, there will be nobody genuinely creative in this space or it’ll turn into a place wholly toxic and entirely unenjoyable.

first though, let me give you guys a little background leading up to this.

i joined back at the beginning of june 2025 and it was a place that seemed like such fun to write and post in, not to mention make mutuals and even friends in the comments of the beautiful posts that were uploaded and made from the heart and the author’s own mind.

however, at the start of the fall in 2025, not AI but plagiarism was a rising issue. yes it is not an issue exclusive to enhablr, but that’s the most distinctive time to me that it was rising in this particular community or there was a big writer exposed for it.

for instance, a user known as jiah (@okwonyo) was discovered to have plagiarized a good number of her fics both cross-fandom and cross-platform. she was well-known and well-received by many before this discovery about the dishonesty behind her works, having well over several thousand followers.

this was a huge issue and i believe that it was one of the beginning factors in the downfall of the fandom space on tumblr.

the second and other main beginning factor of this was the creation and buzz of what you could call the “original” enhablr confession blog.

this caused a huge fuss and massive interaction and drama with the account, which would lead to many leaving or deactivating their accounts in enhablr.

although some users called out on the account did deserve to be held accountable and have their actions called to light, it also became an outlet for anyone and everyone who wanted a piece of the drama or just had a random suspicious thing to share.

of course, this was primarily all on anonymous on the part of those sharing their “confessions” because when one is involved in drama, they still don’t want their user/name on the line, so they do it on anon to just watch the drama unfold without claiming any of the fallout or responsibility that doing something like that comes with.

anonymous hate has always been a plague on enhablr, not to mention basically any other creative space, all because it’s easy and you don’t have to be attached or responsible to anything. you can just say whatever you want and it’s behind anon because generally you can’t be a horrible person in an inbox message and still have people like you and your cutesy blog (if the anon even has a blog at all)

people think that just because they aren’t showing their real faces and are hiding behind a keyboard they can say whatever they want and it doesn’t have any consequences. the internet has truly desensitized humanity as it has existed, and now these problems exist because we aren’t face to face, so people just don’t think of there being another person behind the user they’re talking bad about or sending hate to.

AI usage:

enhablr is a space for primarily fanfiction about the kpop group enhypen, therefore making it a creative space where people should be using their minds and own creative sense to produce works whether it be writing or any other form of art/media.

AI, however, does none of this, only giving someone words to post that didn’t come from them. and most likely all because they want interaction without the effort that actual authors that write their own fics put in. not to mention the fact of the immense amount of clean water that is consumed with every prompt or request submitted to AI.

i personally have spent 17 hours just writing one of my fics before, and i can guarantee that a fic that has been created by AI with no effort other than a minute to type in a prompt and another to paste it into a post and make it look cute has gotten more engagement than my fic has.

it becomes so discouraging when those fics are revealed to be AI, yet people still pay more attention to that and trying to hunt down any other AI or proof that someone used AI rather than posts that people have genuinely written and want others to enjoy and interact with too.

at this point, half of the community is just in it for the drama and watching it fold out rather than actually enjoying what the genuine people there have to offer with their creative skills and free time that they spend creating to post on this platform in this community.

humans obviously crave the interaction, but only if something interesting is happening. for example, this screenshot provided by @enhais6, one of those confession blogs that has popped up over the spring and summer months, proves exactly my point.

a good majority of their inbox messages are full of messy hate, no matter if it’s actually calling someone out that deserves to be called out or not. yes, it is good that problematic people or those who are using AI are brought to light, but doesn’t calling them names and slurs negate that?

no regular author on enhablr gets this many asks, which is an incredibly sought out and often personal way of readers (on anon or not) to interact and show their appreciation of the works that the author has created.

however, the most typical form of asks that authors receive are requests. some people on enhablr that write will open requests and that is basically just asking people to send in ideas for fics that they want the author to write.

unfortunately, some instances of this will also happen to writers who have their requests closed or don’t accept requests, and this is just a blatant example of the fact that people who send these in sometimes don’t read and just ask and ask and ask for, also not in the kindest way either sometimes.

authors who have requests open will often have a set of guidelines to show what they will and won’t write in requests, yet these people that don’t read and determine if the user is accepting requests or not will sometimes also violate these guidelines and request content from an author that isn’t willing to write the content requested and has stated that.

anyways, to get back to my point, AI is taking away the interactions and joy of posting when authors barely get interactions in the first place and half the time it’s just people asking for things (sometimes that they aren’t comfortable with or accepting at the time) or sending hate to them for no reason but the fact that these interactors can hide behind anon.

also, for those who want to try and prove whether or not a fic is AI by pasting it into an AI detector, you’re just fueling the fire. those AI detectors are AI and will scrape the writing to teach the AI to become even more human. you’re doing nothing but hurting actual writers when you should just privately reach out to an author you may suspect of using AI and ask them yourselves.

and no, that does not mean insult them, swear at them, or call them slurs. you can inquire about AI usage or call them out with enough proof respectfully because then you’re just stooping down to the level of someone who’s labeled as using slurs and hurtful.

overall, AI is genuinely such a harmful thing for a creative space since it literally exists to make things convenient by doing it for you rather than you being a creative person and letting your own self do the hard work and feel the accomplishment from it when you’re finished.

none of us genuine authors on enhablr give two shits whether or not you’re a “good” writer or a “bad” writer, someone who’s been writing for years versus someone who’s just started writing for the first time ever, or even what you put out there (as long as it’s okay morally).

just do it. just start writing. of course you’ll think it’s bad at first but we’re all our own worst critics. you can always improve and you do that by reading, not by using AI to write for you. there’s nothing worse than using AI and claiming that you actually wrote it when the AI did it for you faster than someone can set up a fraction of a fic layout.

it’ll grow into a skill that makes you able to produce works that you can be proud of writing. all the interactions and notes can be something you’re able to say is truly from your hard work and dedication. if you use AI to write something for you, you can’t feel any of these things.

the confession blogs:

this has been such a huge thing lately in the enhablr community and i personally think that, while they do bring light to situations that need to be addressed, it’s such a toxic way to do so that almost certainly ends in hatred, unnecessary drama, and fights on the internet in a space that’s supposed to be meant for people to share their crafts.

the AI issue ties into this especially for the more recent confession blogs that have been opened, but for some of the longer-standing confession blogs, more topics of dark and morally unsure things were addressed than anything else.

to name a few, @enhablrconfessions (deactivated several months ago after a lot of drama) and @enhais6 are two very significant accounts that did this and posted a lot about the romanticism of dark content after an influx of anon messages fueled the exposure and call out of writers that did so.

instead of being the respectful person and messaging the people sent into their ask boxes, these blogs turned to slurs and insults and became a way for anons and the blog creators to degrade the people that perhaps instead could have been talked with privately and had their minds changed or their ways reconsidered.

 it is directly hypocritical to call someone out for using slurs/being zionist/ableist while also saying them yourself on public posts, so why haven’t these confession blogs been called out for such. in particular, the confession blog that can be seen doing this is @enhais6 but there has also been an occasion where @expressexposepop called one of the people they exposed for using AI a whale. yes these people have not done good things in the enhablr space, but that doesn’t give you a free pass to call them whatever insults you want. be a decent person and address the issues that you found with these users respectfully rather than stooping down levels to insult them because that makes you look bad too–especially when those names come with implied threats like this as well.

not all confession blogs that have appeared do so, but it’s still the idea that these exist solely to “bring attention to AI and dark/problematic content” while they’re just fueling excess drama and human negativity because people can hide behind anon and send in whatever the hell they want, no matter if it’s with sufficient proof or not.

most recently, the blogs @enhablrexpose and @expressexposepop have been receiving anons that request for them to analyze fics or look at the evidence anons have gathered on certain users that they believe are using AI to write the fics that they’ve posted.

it is such public mess of drama that favors an attacking call out post for those named in the confession blogs’ inboxes, when i believe that it should much be rather something brought up in dms first to try and make it a learning lesson to why AI usage is crippling the creative space that enhablr once was.

yes, those accused who are using AI might deny doing such in dms and become a conflict and then it could potentially draw the need for a call out post, but we should work to try and at least make the effort to resolve things first in a private space that doesn’t involve outside noise and bias.

this also applies to the anons and rare person or two that’s off anon that submit usernames to these confession blogs instead of having the guts themselves to talk with the authors that they suspect of AI usage. if you’re hiding behind anon but trying to call someone out for a huge thing like using AI, that’s just sad. put your money where your mouth is.

i do understand the whole point about seeing “AI patterns” in writing and using that as evidence against people, but there’s also the fact that these can also potentially be included in people’s writing styles too. and as @expressexposepop said, people can also unintentionally learn their writing styles from AI works that nobody is aware is AI at that point. does that mean that since the writing that they learned from and taught themselves to mimic followed the patterns shown to be used by AI that they’ll be accused of using AI the same way that people are being exposed for using AI in the first place?

it’s certainly why i really think we should ask in dms privately first because you don’t know if they are using AI or not just from certain patterns. people like that might not know better and are just learning. we can make this a learning experience for those willing to learn from following/using AI both intentionally or unintentionally. however, if we don’t give them a chance, you’ll never know if they’d learn from their mistakes or not.

there are a few tells that can most likely prove AI usage other than just patterns when doing this too–like messages being ignored after bumps or the deactivation or hiatus of an account after being called out for the suspicion of AI usage.

it’s getting to a point now where you just have to have solid proof that your writing is your own whether or not your writing style follows the AI patterns or not because it won’t stay stuck to those patterns forever.

i have no idea if after i post this or not i will be accused of using some sort of AI, but i’ve recently installed an extension for google docs called revision history. feel free to ask respectfully for replays of me writing any of my fics because i’d be glad to provide them. i have not and will not use AI for anything involving my writing or creative space here on enhablr.

my goal here is just to bring more awareness to these situations and the affects that both AI and the way that these confession blogs expose people have on enhablr as a creative space. AI is hurting this place as well as the confession blogs and just the way that they function to increase drama and gratify anons’ desires to get attention without their names on the line. the same thing can be accomplished by simply messaging people or addressing potential AI usage (with sufficient reason and proof) privately versus automatically writing an expose post on them that can do a lot of harm if your proof or suspicion is wrong.

the main points:

plagiarism, AI usage, and confession blogs are causing all kinds of chaos and harm to enhablr.

no writing that anyone will ever do of their own is worse than plagiarised or AI writing, so please write your own words and don’t use anyone else’s or get something to write for you.

people are just fueling the drama by hiding behind anon and sending asks to confession blogs instead of being brave enough to privately message those they suspect of using AI or plagiarising.

it’s not necessarily that what the confession blogs are “exposing” isn’t wrong, it’s the way that they’re doing it that’s wrong and it in turn just encourages drama and creates situations that can be avoided if one brought up these issues and suspicions privately first instead of making a blazing public expose post.

just let this be a reminder to also take the time to step back from the negativity and block if you need to. take the necessary steps you need to protect your peace because in the end, you need to take care of yourself and your mental health.

thank you so much for reading, livi (@seungsoftly)

[pitifuly]

istg if I see one more AI user reblog my anti AI posts i will snap my phone in half😭

[pitifuly]

i love you and your account so much

hi I love you too

[itzkathys]

Promise - l.hs

Pairings ‣ Dark!Heeseung x Fem!Reader/Oc [Ashlyn]

Summary ‣ You and Heeseung have been friends since childhood, you were always there with each other. After you were in college with him, you told him that you were moving due to your strict parents, but Heeseung isn't gonna let go you.

Warnings ‣ 18+ MDNI, Yandere themes, Dark Romance, smut, dead dove do not eat, loss of virginity, ab*se, forced pregnancy, mention of m*rder, manipulation, jealousy, stalking behavior, Imk if i missed something

A/n: i will now be using the pronouns of she/her, English isn't my first language, the smut part was short as I'm still learning even the yandere🫠 For the year let me know if it's wrong so i can change

If you don't like it. don't read and NO MINORS ALLOWED

Summer has started and so is school too, Right now she were sitting in a bench behind the school reading a book, she was so focused that she hasn't noticed the person sitting beside her now.

The person then poke her cheek causing her to turn her head to look at the person, "You couldn't even look at the person sitting next to you." It was Heeseung. Her childhood friend.

"Heeseung! I'm so sorry i didn't notice you, i was so focused at this book i recently read." She showed it to him, he looks at it and ask what is it about. "It's a dark romance book, it's about a boy who is deeply in love with his friend." She answered with a smile in her face.

"I see, but next time be aware on your surrounding you never know, what if something happen to you while im not by your side." Heeseung said in a protective way, it was obvious that he likes his childhood friend but was waiting for the right time to tell his feelings, "I will, i won't worry you anymore." He nodded.

Then silence came between them, Ashlyn was continuing reading while Heeseung is staring at the sky to Ashlyn.

Her beautiful smile. Her face. Her lips. Her neck. Everything of her is perfect for him. Perfect to ruin.

He then spoke up, "Ashlyn, i have a question.." She hums in response, He then continue, "Do you think we can be together or like more than be friends?" Ashlyn looks at him in confusion, "Why ask that question?" "I don't know maybe im just curious."

She thinks before answering, "Maybe? I don't know too but we are friends so we can be together as friends." That was enough for him to have a hope that she can like him. He smiles as a response and pat her shoulder.

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Classes ended and it was a pain for Heeseung to wait for it to end and those stupid lectures, he wanted to spend time to her. So when classes ended he sprint out of the classroom to find her, just then he saw her in the hallway after saying goodbye to her friends.

Just before he could called her, he suddenly stop, a boy, maybe her classmate called out to her, Heeseung then hide to hear their conversation.

"What's up?" Ashlyn asked in confusion, "Uh.. I know it isn't the right time to do this but.. I like you, Ashlyn!" That suprise her because she never thought that someone would confess to her let alone from her classmate she barely talk.

Meanwhile Heeseung was clenching his hand, he wanted to punch that guy for confessing to her. She doesn't even know him! She only belongs to him since childhood. Only him. He wanted to go there to stop it but he doesn't want to make her mad so he had to wait and control his body to stop wanting to punch that guy.

Back to Ashlyn who is still standing, suprise. She look down, "I appreciate your confession but i don't like you nor have feelings for you.." She bow down as a sorry, she stop bowing and look at the person, "Oh.. Do you like someone? Is it your childhood friend..?" That suprise her even more, "What? No, no! I don't like anyone. It's just I'm not ready to be in a relationship.. I want to finish school with Heeseung.." That word from her made Heeseung smile. She wanted him to be with her. To go to college. Together.

The boy was furious at her words, "Your just a slut, aren't you!? Your always stuck with Heeseung everyday! I know there is something between you two, am i right? Huh? Right!?" He hold her two arm, gripping making her struggle to free.

"Let.. go.. of me.. Your hurting me!" She tried to pull away but the boy keep gripping her even more.

That was the last stroll for Heeseung. He appear from his hiding spot and punch that guy, making him let go of her arm. Luckily there weren't anyone in the hallway, only them. "She said let go of her." Heeseung glared at the guy while Ashlyn look shock from his appearance. The guy chuckle, "I knew it, there is something between you two.." He stand up and left.

Heeseung turns to her and hug her which make her hug him back. "I told you to be careful around people especially boys.." His voice murmurs in her ears as if his whispering to her like a secret. "I'm sorry, Hee.. I just didn't want to hurt him.. But he is now mad and I'm scared that he might do something after i rejected him.." She avoided his eyes not wanting to see her fear face.

"Are you mad at me..?" She ask quietly.

The question hangs in the air as if to pause before he answers her, "No, no I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at that guy for touching you." He rasped, Ashlyn seem to notice it and calms him by hugging him, which suprise him. "But I'm glad you came.. You don't have to be angry, everyone makes mistakes, right? That guy will find someone.." Right... That guy might find someone or even do worse.. He hug her tightly as if not wanting to let go of her warmth.

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Heeseung took her home for safety, he even kissed her forehead which made her smile and wave for him and even remind to text him.

After she goes inside her home, what greeted her was her mother, furious for going home late. "Where have you been?" Her voice was rasped, angry. She didn't want to speak but it will only make things worse if she doesn't, "I was with Hee, we were hang—" Before her words could finish, a slap came to her. She put her hand where her own mother slap her. "Mom..?"

"Don't you call me mom. Your always with your stupid childhood! I made you go to school to study, not hangout with him!" Her mother yelled at her and add, "Or maybe you have been a slut to him? Is that why your always around him?" Ashlyn respond quickly, "No! We aren't doing nothing let alone me being a slut! How about you, mom? Your always with other men rather than being with me and dad! Our own family is ruined because of you two!" Ashlyn yelled at her mother, that made it worse.

Her mother push her making her fall, she beat her own daughter, "You ungrateful brat! I raised you and this is what you treat me back? By being a disrespectful!" She continues beating and ab*sing her, Ashlyn tells her to stop but it continues for an hour to teach her a lesson.

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After an hour of it, it finally stop. "After the summer ends, we will move out and you will be transfer to a different school without that boy, do you understand?" Her mother ask her, still in a angry voice. She looks at her, "Mom.. No i can't leave Heeseung and i don't want to transfer, i won't have anyone there.." Tears flow in her eyes as she beg her mom to not move out and leave Heeseung, Her mother grin, "That might even better," She then kneel and cup her chin, "It might be better if you were alone." She roughly pull away and left her alone in the floor.

Ashlyn continues crying but she had to be quiet or else, her father would her and beat her even more. She weakly stand up and go upstairs to her bedroom, she goes to her bathroom and as soon as she saw her herself in the mirror, she froze.

Her cheek, neck and arms are full of bruise and scars. She thinks of what to explain to Heeseung if he saw this, she wash her face and goes back to her room to start bandage her cheek, neck and arms.

Just then her phone rings, she looks at it and it was Heeseung. Texting her if she sleeping. She wanted.. No she wanted to tell him but she didn't want to be a burden to him, so instead she reply back.

She smiled and start to quietly make her way to the window and slowly open it, she manage to escape and make her way to Heeseung apartment.

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She quietly knock on the door and there is Heeseung worried face. He lets her in as soon as she inside, she saw the computer is on. Video game. She assume he is playing, "I get you a water," She nodded and sit on his bed.

Heeseung then gave her the water and she took it, taking a drink. Silence fell between them, only the sound of his computer still on until Heeseung broke the silence, "Want to tell me what happened?" Ashlyn tense up, she didn't want to talk of it but she didn't want to worry her friend even more.

She puts down the glass of water in his nightstand and quietly answered him, "Same thing as always.. I get home getting greeted by my mother.." Ashlyn looks at her lap and fidgets her hands.

Heeseung looks at her and his face darkened at the mention of her mother, he had always hated her since he was a kid. He had saw how her mother treated her as well as her father too.

"Why won't you just live with me? We be fine together. I take care of you, feed you and give you the love you deserve, not from your parents but from me, do you understand what I'm saying?"

She looks at him and smiled at his offer but it was gone on the second. "I appreciates it but we can't. They kill you and they might accuse you for kidnapping me." That word kidnapping made in his mind, he always wanted to kidnap her, But didn't want to do it due to her hating him.

She then added the word that might make him go crazy, "My mom told me we are moving out and I'm changing school too."

That made Heeseung face darkened. No, he didn't just protect her just so she can leave. She belong to him. "And your just agreeing? You be alone there, with me not being by your side.." She looks at him not noticing his intense and darkened looks.

"I tried but it always end up in argue," Heeseung stays quiet and saw her neck, arm and cheek with bandage, he touch it making her wince in pain.

"You need rest, we talk tomorrow." She nodded, "I be here so don't hesitant to ask me something," She nodded again.

She lays down in his bed. His bed was warmth than her own bed, "Goodnight, Hee.. And thank you for being with me," He smiled and ruffled her hair, "No problem, Lyn. After all I'm the only one for you.." He murmurs the last word.

Ashlyn fall asleep comfortable while Heeseung watch her, her breathing was slow but her heart is beating fast.

He start to remember how they meet, how he protect her from a girls in kindergarten and even offering to be her friend. He had watch her grow up to a little girl to a young girl, he had always wanted to be her lover one day. To make a family, but it shatters after her mother tried to set her up to every stranger boy which made her body full of bruise, and her father who was a alcoholic who would even beat her if she won't even buy alcohol or give him her allowance money. He hated it. He hated her parents. He will do everything to make her to be his only. No one else. Even if he had to kill..

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Heeseung was peacefully playing in his computer, guarding Ashlyn to make sure her parents won't find her. He looks at her sleeping form and goes to his computer, opening a folder of picture of her. A picture of her in school, mall, convince store and even when she was walking home. He had stalked her in middle school, keeping a picture of her.

A rustle sound behind him made him startled, he quickly goes to his game and spins his chair and saw Ashlyn feared face, "Heeseung.." She whisper, calling him out. He gets up and goes to her, sitting in his bed infront of her, "What is it? Does it hurt? Do you need anything? Tell me." He ask her, desperate. She shook her head, "I just.. I just need you here.. I can't sleep because i keep having nightmares of them.." She starts to cry but he wipes it.

"Please do anything to make this disappear.. This pain.. This nightmares.. Please.. Anything.." She was desperate. Desperate for him to take it all away. The only sound was his computer, his ac. It was quiet and made it perfect for him for this.

"Then can i kiss you?"

"Huh?" She was suprise at his question.

"I mean that is the only thing that make you forget it, by focusing on only me. By kissing me. You trust me, right?" It was a lie but he didn't care of he had to manipulate her as long as she is near him, that is enough.

Ashlyn thinks, looking down but looks up. She had always trust him but kissing? It made her think but as she looks at him, she saw the boy who had protected her, being with her even in bad days. Of course she would trust him. No matter what.

She nodded. "I trust you." Heeseung smiled and slowly lean in and kiss her, it was slow but gentle. He wanted to roughly and aggressively kiss her in that way but he wanted to take things slow until he let her guard down.

He keep kissing her putting his hand on her waist, gripping while her hand hold on his arm. He even notice that her kiss was good. He pulls away which made her confuse.

"Where did you learn how to kiss? I mean you never had done it with anyone."

"I watched some romance and there's some kissing scene. Why is it bad i kissed back?" She ask innocently that made him smirk and caress her bandage cheek. "No, it means your learning. Learning everything." He continues kissing her, his goes inside her shirt to feel her body.

The only sound in the apartment was their breathing, "Hee.." She pulls away, a saliva connect between their tongue. "Don't make me leave you.. Please.." "I promise i won't let your parents make you live.. Don't worry.." She then continue kissing him and eventually pulling down with him on top of her and her in down.

He kiss her neck and start to pull her shirt up, taking it off. "This will make you forget everything so trust everything to me, okay?" As usual she nodded and lets him continue.

He kiss her chest and unclips her bra, throwing it on the floor and start to suck on her breast making her gasp, "Hee.." "Keep calling me that, baby." His hand slowly goes down in her pants and feel her wet. "Did you get wet from getting kissed?" His voice hoarse and it turn him on.

"I don't know, i just feel weird after you suck on my breast.. Make it go away, Hee.." She looks at him in desperate way, "Don't worry i make it go away." He start by putting one finger in her entrance. A moan slip in her mouth making her cover her mouth but Heeseung pull it away, "It's okay, this wall is soundproof so don't cover and let me hear your moan, okay?" She nodded, he continue, she arched her back and moan from the pleasure.

She then cup his both cheek and kissed him making him get pressed at her breast, "It's not fair I'm only undressed here.." She pout making him chuckle, he sit up and took off his shirt and only unzip his pants, "Happy?"

"Very." The intense make out and almost sex continues that night until morning came.

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Birds chirps, sunrise in the window. Heeseung and Ashlyn were sleeping together. Cuddling after last night, their breathing was the only sound and the birds outside, the first to wake up was Ashlyn. She blinks her eyes and rub it looking up at him. He was sleeping peacefully. His face was beautiful even in sunlight, she smiled and sit up reaching at her phone in the nightstand.

She saw many missed call from her mom, she knew she screwed up but she didn't care. Something just happened between them last night with her childhood. Then Heeseung woke up and saw her deep in thoughts, he sits up and hug her behind making her startled. "Hee..! Your awake.. I'm sorry about last night.. I even made you do something just so i can forget it everything."

"Don't worry about it, im glad your okay now. Was it good?" She nodded, then she remember something. "Shoot! We have school today and i didn't even have my uniform!" Ashlyn sulks, she knows that if she goes home her parents would surely kill her.

"Ashlyn, i really suggest you shouldn't go to school.." Heeseung muttered, she looks at him behind. "Did you say something?" He only shake his head no. They get ready and luckily Heeseung has a extra uniform for her but didn't question why he has one.

Ashlyn didn't answer any of her mom missed call and think about her day with Heeseung but she wouldn't expect the things that is happening in school.

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She goes to her classroom while Heeseung goes on his own, as she walks at the hallway, she notice some of the students were staring, whispering she couldn't understand. She keep walking and goes inside the classroom, same thing as the hallway everyone was staring at her even whispering.

She sits down and finally heard some it.

"Did you hear she rejects a boy just for her childhood? I knew something was happening between them.." one of the girl whisper to her friend. And it continues

"I know right? Maybe that’s why he is always with her.. Or maybe she a slut and gave herself to Heeseung.."

"Maybe that’s true.. What a slut.."

She couldn't believe it. Her? Being a slut? What kind of rumors is that.. She knows Heeseung is protective to her and that’s why he is always with her and they're only friends, well yea something happen between them last night but she still confuse of hee feelings towards him.

Then she heard something of her classmate.

"Did you see the post? Something really happen between them after she rejected a boy.."

"Well if she is a slut, maybe I can give her a good time than her childhood.." one of the boys give her a smirk in which she looks down in her desk, she feels scared of it.

She takes out her phone and saw the post.

The post was about her rejecting one of her boy classmate for her childhood and that something happen between them and even called her a slut for being around him..?! She couldn't believe it maybe that's why everyone was staring at her.

She isn't like that nor even a slut, she just didn't like that boy!

She couldn't take it and took her bag and ran out of the classroom, she didn't know where she was going but she only goes to the gym where it's empty.

This was their quiet place whenever it's empty, they would sleep, play video game and eat a snack, she smiles at it, she sat down on the floor and lean on the wall letting her tears fall. She wipes it but it stills coming. She needed Heeseung so she text him and waited.

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After an hour of waiting, he finally came and saw her teared face. He rushed to her before kneeling down infront of her and hug her.

"Hee.." She was gonna say it but he spoke first. "I know i saw it and it's awful.." He pulls away and wipes her tears. "Some boys didn't do anything to you, right?" She shook her head, a relief came on him.

"What do i do now? If i keep going to school, now that everyone and even the teachers will know it, they will call my parents and they will move me out. I don't want that!" She lets out her frustration and didn't care if she sound pathetic.

Heeseung who was staring at her finally smirk while she looks down not noticing it.

The truth was that Heeseung ask the boy who she rejected to make a fake rumors of her and the boy agree because he wanted revenge of rejecting him.

Heeseung then drop his smirk and caress her cheek, "I may have a plan but you may not like it."

"What is it?"

"Well we can move out where everyone won't know you but I dont have a job nor have money, so I'm asking you if your okay to drop out and stay in my apartment while i finish college so that I can find a job and save enough money to move out, is that okay with you..?" She didn't hesitant and nodded, he smiled and hug her, she was easy to manipulate.

"I will take care of you. I promise."

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Heeseung then took care of her, gave her the love she needs, whenever he goes to school he always lock the door and even left a note written with rules she must follow when he isn't here.

Right now, Heeseung isn't here and was in school while Ashlyn is sitting in his bed, it has been a routine for her but she gotten used to it, Heeseung even told her to delete her parents contact number for 'safety'.

Ashlyn gets up and turn on the lights, Heeseung apartment was simple, it has a bed that fit for two people, a desk with his computer for gaming and a book and other supplies for school, a small kitchen, a couch and a small table with infront is a tv, and lastly a bathroom.

She smiles not because of his apartment but she finally free. Free from her strict parents.

She finally looks the note that was attach on his frigde.

RULES TO FOLLOW WHEN I'M GONE

1. Always keep the windows and curtains closed.

2. Do not open the door and answer for anyone.

3. Always answer my text and calls.

4. Do not leave the apartment.

I left your favorite food and snack in case your hungry :) - From Hee.

She smiled when she read the last part. She then close the windows and curtains, she took out her favorite that Heeseung made for her and heat it up in the oven, as she waits. She turns on the tv.

It was a television report of her being missing.

Female Reporters: A college student who is 18 years old has gone missing in june 28, some of the student said they last seen her run out of classroom and never came back. Her parents are deeply worry and police are doing everything to find her, if anyone of you seen her please contact the police immediately.

She immediately change it to a movie. What a joke. Her parents worried of her? It made her sick in the stomach, they're just acting so that they can only ab*se her again? She would rather die than being with them.

Click.

The sound of the oven made her turn around, her food was ready, she goes to it and take out her food before sitting in the sofa with movie playing.

It hasn't been a minute before a knock came.

Knock. Knock.

"Heeseung, Are you here? You need to pay your rent." It was the landlord of the apartment. Panic rise in her, thinking what to do, she trys to stay quiet but that would raise suspicious.

Just before she could do anything, she saw something in his nightstand, it was a money witj small attach note that says 'Pay for my rent.' it was for his apartment rent.

She takes a deep breath and took the money in the nightstand and opens the door with a extra key he gave to her. She handed it and was gonna close when the landlord stop her.

"Who are you? And why are you in Heeseung apartment?"

Shoot. Think think, self. she thought to herself before answering. "I'm his friend. And was staying here for a while.." Silence before the landlord only answered with 'okay.' and finally left.

She closes the door and lock it before laying down in the sofa and buried her face in the pillow. If Heeseung knew this, he would get mad surely, she thought to herself. She tries not to think of his reaction and just focus on the mvie instead.

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It night and Heeseung isn't still there not even a text or call from him, worry came over her. He didn't mention anything of going home in night and it was strange of him being this late.

She was about to call him when the door unlock.

It was Heeseung. With a one bag of food.

"Hey, I'm sorry i was late. Something caught up in school, you know how the teachers are." He said softly and took off his shoes before she goes to him and hug him which suprise him almost dropping the bag.

"Ashlyn? What's wrong?"

"I was worried... worried that something might happen to you that my parents might saw you.." Her voice was worried and full of concern. He hug her and softly reassure her he was fine and her parents didn't saw him.

He suggest of eating first and she agree. While preparing he suddenly ask, "Did someone came here?" She was startled at his voice. It was not in a softly way but rather in possessive voice. "Actually.. There is one.." Heeseung turn around quickly after hearing it, "Who?"

"It was your landlord that came here for your pay rent, i didn't know what to do and just saw your money in the nightstand and gave it to him but before i could close it, he stop me and ask me who i am and just said I'm your friend and finally left. I'm sorry!" She breath in and out slowly after talking too fast. She was scared of his reaction and look down.

Before she could react, he came to her and hug her, she immediately froze from it but she hug him back.

"Are you not mad at me?" She ask quietly, "No I'm not. I'm just glad he didn't saw you because if he did.." He pause and continue with a low voice, "I wouldn't have done something bad.." She didn't understand and was gonna ask him for it but the warmth of his body, pressed againt to her body, connecting them. It was like the earth just freeze and it was only the two of them.

She let the silence go on and hug him tighter. "Thank you for being with me, and for being my friend." He smiled softly and kiss her cheek before continuing hugging her.

After dinner, Heeseung fell asleep due to his school while Ashlyn was washing the dishes and cleaning the table before going to his bed.

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THE NEXT DAY

Just like everyday, he left for school while she stays in his apartment but today was different.

There weren't any snack to eat, maybe because she eats all of it yesterday and she felt bad if she ask him to go the convince store so she decided to go herself. She sent a text and didn't wait for his reply before putting a pants and a black hoodie to hide her face, she unlock the door and left.

Hee💕: Don't go out, just wait for me and i go there.

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Luckily the cashier didn't recognize her and has bought what she need, she left the convince store and now was walking back to the apartment.

While she was walking a footsteps was walking to her behind and she didn't notice when that someone suddenly pull her hoodie down letting her face shown, she looks at the person and it was her dad but he was different, his face was like beaten?

"You little brat, where you have been?" His voice was rasped more like angry. "Dad. Leave me alone and if your asking for money, i dont have any money." She spat back to him, glaring at him. "You little.. You will come with me." Her dad roughly grab her wrist and drag her to a alley where no can see or hear her.

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She didn't know how she still alive despite getting beaten by her dad when he checks that she doesn't have any money. She stumbled a little while walking barefoot holding the bag she bought from the convince store.

She made it to the apartment and slowly unlock the door, she didn't have time to look when a pair of arms wrapped around her.

It was Heeseung. He was worried where she was.

He took her in and saw her body covered in bruise. Her face was pale due to the trauma she experience getting beaten by her parents. She couldn't look at him nor speak.

Heeseung cupped her cheek and slowly kiss her, gentle and slowly hoping she respond bak to it. She drop the bag and slowly kissed him back while holding in his arm. The two of them pull away.

Before Heeseung could ask, it was Ashlyn who spoke first in a quiet and desperate voice, "Hee, i couldn't take it anymore.. It was my dad who did this, looking for money, i just want them gone and never bother me.." That gone word made him think that she wants them dead. He slowly caress her cheek. "I promise, i will make them gone. Just trust me on this, okay?" She was confuse, "What do you mean? How are you gonna make them gone? We don't ha—" Heeseung cut her off. "You don't have to worry about it, all you have to do is just be here and trust me on everything." He says it in possessive and creepy way.

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Ashlyn was sleeping soundly when she about to reach to Heeseung but his warmth wasn't there, it made her woke up and sit up in panic. "Hee? Where are you?" Silence. Where did he go at this hour at night? As she gets up to find up. The door opens and there is Heeseung but he looks different.

His shirt is bloody as well as his face, everything on him is covered in blood. "Hee? Why are you like that?" she asks in confusion voice. "They're are gone now.." he muttered but it was enough for her to hear it. Ashlyn grab his hand and made him sit on the floor of his bed in silence.

There was no talk only the sound rustle of her finding the towel.

She sat down infront of him and slowly watered the towel and wipe it on his arm, neck and face. Now that she look at him, he looks quiet beautiful and attractive, no wonder every girl like him.

Heeseung who was quiet the whole time only just watch her wiping, after wiping him she was about to stand up to put the towel back but a hand grab her wrist which made her stop and turn to saw Heeseung look at her.

"Stay." It was the only word he said.

For her, she couldn't even refuse coming from her childhood so she sit back again and wait for him to say something.

It hasn't been a minute in silence but he suddenly spoke up, "These might be weird but.. Do you hate me?" The question was off and creepy, it was like he killed someone..

"For what? What am i supposed to even hate you?" It was quiet again, it starting to creep her out. "You know.. Like what if murder someone like your parents..?" He looks at her with a small smile, it was scary for her to seen him like that but she had to get the courage to stay calm.

"I don't know.. I mean I don't know if I should hate you or not, but one thing I know is that I stay with you because your the only person i have."

He didn't answer and stared, just then he holds her both wrist and kiss her, she gasp from it but she respond back by kissing him back.

Heeseung then pin her down while kissing her, his kiss was rough as if she was gonna go, it was the first time someone kissed her and it was her childhood who was always there for her, comfort her, help her and gave her the love her parents never gave her.

His tongue slide in hers, dancing together. The apartment was full of muffled of moan and their breaths and the soft warm of the aircon. "Hey, do you want to do it again?" He asked her not a question but confirmation, she nodded. He smiled and continue kissing her.

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Everything is silence, the neighbor, the outside except for their apartment. Right now, he was inside her, thrusting roughly. "Ngh-!" Ashlyn moaned in pleasure, she never thought sex would be good. At first when he putted in, It was painful giving that she was a virgin but after he thrusted, pleasure came to her.

"Does it feel good?" His voice was hoarse, rough. His hip keep on thrusting determined to cum inside her. "Yes-! Hee! It feels good..!" He smirked on her reply and he eventually reached her cervix which made her cum right before him. "Woah, you even cum right away after i reached your cervix, didn't you?"

She slowly nodded without hesitation, she keep moaning and moaning over and over. His hip keep on thrusting on her determine to cum inside her or maybe.. to impregnate her..

He caress her cheek and said, "Hey, Is it okay if I cum inside you and make you pregnant?" He stop before continuing, "I want us to start a family. You, Me and child. Far away from here, Far from your parents. You want that, right?" Before she could respond, he suddenly slam to her deeper. which made her gasp, "Hee! Ah-! Your too deep.. It's making my mind dizzy!" She moaned, she couldnt keep even speak due to the pleasure.

He looks at her and said, "Then go crazy. Because we be together. Forever."

Then after thrusting, he finally cum inside her. It was warm, thick. He slowly pulls out and made her gasp a little, his semen slowly drip on her thigh but Heeseung was quick and scoop his semen back inside her cunt.

"Don't let it waste, okay?" His voice is rasped, hoarse. Her eyes was in dazzle and it made her feel like sleeping.

Just when she thought it was over, Heeseung suddenly turns her around making her ass infront of him. "What are you doing, Hee? I can't take it, I'm too tired.." She pleaded in desperate eyes but he seemly kiss her to quiet her. "I'm sorry but I had to make sure you be pregnant on my baby. Just behave and you will not get hurt.."

She was scared, It's like this isn't the Heeseung she knows back then, he was a completly different person. She wanted to leave but where else would she go, if she goes back to her parents. It would continue like the same.

She had no choice, "Okay, Hee.. I will, just don't hurt me.." He smiled and continued..

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It wasn't long after he wanted to impregnate her, sometimes she would feel nauseous in morning or night. She hid it from him not because of fear but because of guilt.

Then came one day the thing she fears. She was standing in the sink, looking at her herself in the mirror, she was pale and tired. On her hand is a pregnancy test. A positive one. She was pregnant with Heeseung child.

It was like something broke on her and she fell on the floor, tears start to flow in her eyes. She was scared that he might leave.. So she decided to keep it a secret until she ready, But it wasn't easy to look normal infront of him considering how she wants other food, how her mood swings change and how she touch her stomach.

He did notice it, all of it but he didn't say anything, he knew clearly why she acting like that.

They were having dinner when he suddenly ask her, "Ashlyn, Is there something you want to tell me?" Her hand froze as she grip on her spoon, she shook her head and continue eating, but Heeseung isn't letting it slide when he put a pregnancy test on the table.

It made her turn to look at it to confirm what she saw and it was really a pregnancy test, "Where did you find this..?" She said in a panic voice, she did remember throwing it away to hide it but she didn't expect to find himself.

He looks at her and answered her question, "In the bathroom while you were asleep." He says it casually like it's the normal thing.

"Just tell me, I won’t get mad.." He reassured her with a gentle smile because he didn't want to pressure her now that she pregnant with his own child.

She hesitant but slowly took a deep breath, "You won’t leave me if I say it, right?" He shook his head and she then continue, "Yes.. Yes I'm pregnant."

"That's good." He stand up and goes to her and kneel before kissing her hand. "I won’t leave you, I promise you, you will not go to the same fate your parents did, okay?" His voice was softly spoken, reassured. She only nodded and said 'thank you.'

It work, his plan work. He had been waiting for this. To start a family with her and he will not let anyone steal her away from him.

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It's been a few years, the street and outside was crowded, the wind was blowing as always, people talking but one thing is there is Heeseung, who had finished college and eventually move out country with Ashlyn to start a new life, and even gave birth to a healthy boy.

He just recently pick up Minho, their child who is 5 years old in kindergarten.

"Dad, I'm hungry!" The little boy pout in hungry

"We be at home soon, your mother is making your favorite."

Minho face brightened up as he heard those and became excited, after a long walk. They finally got home.

"Mom! We are home!" Minho rush inside to see her mother, "Welcome back, you two. I made dinner." The little boy run towards her and hug her, Heeseung walk towards her and kiss her. "Were you okay here?" He ask as he pull away, she nodded and he kiss her again which made the little boy pout.

"Don't steal mom from me!" Minho pouts in a platonic jealousy, Heeseung only giggle and pick him. "She is my wife and I can do that whenever I want."

"Then I be mom husband too!"

Ashlyn quickly explained it while Heeseung only just laugh, "Minho, that's not how it works. I'm your mom so you can't be my husband.."

But Minho just quickly continue. "No! I want to be mom husband!"

"Your still too young to know of these, you find someone for you."

Minho only then nodded as if to understand.

"Let's all eat before the food gets cold." The two boys both nodded and head to the dining room.

Meanwhile Heeseung watch as Ashlyn take care of their child. This is what he wanted and longing for, and finally had it.

She will be his forever even if she had to find out that he murdered people who gets close to her and her parents or maybe.. his parents who was the same as her parents did to her..

Heeseung then holds one of Ashlyn hand as she squeeze back and smiled at him, and he did too.

Fin

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Boost!! Love the effort even though it’s not your first language. <3 Wonderful job

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My worst (best) problem in life.

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How to use Em Dash (—) and Semi Colon ( ; )

Since the ai accusations are still being thrown around, here's how i personally like to use these GASP ai telltales. 🦄✨

Em Dashes (—)

To emphasize a shift / action / thought.

They're accusing us—actually accusing us—of using AI.

To add drama.

They dismissed our skills as AI—didn't even think twice, the dimwits—and believed they were onto something.

To insert a sudden thought. Surely they wouldn't do that to us—would they?

To interrupt someone's speech. "Hey, please don't say that. I honed my craft through years of blood and tears—" "Shut up, prompter."

To interrupt someone's thoughts / insert a sudden event.

We're going to get those kudos. We're going to get those reblogs—

A chronically online Steve commented, “it sounds like ai, idk.”

Semi Colons ( ; )

To join two closely related independent sentences / connect ideas.

Not only ChatGPT is capable of correct punctuation; who do you think it learned from in the first place?

Ultimate pro tip: use them whenever the fudge you want. You don't owe anyone your creative process. 🌈

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WHEN DUTY CALLS ✧ park sunghoon - part one

pairing: neurologist!sunghoon x ob-gyn!reader

after years of being co-workers, he never reciprocated the feelings you had for him. so you buried them and learned to live with it. that is, until a small encounter leads him to start showing you that he cares.

genre: co-workers to lovers, fluff, slow burn, hospital au

word count: 12k

part 1 || part 2

It's 2 am, and you're at the hospital.

Seated in the doctors' lounge, you go through your previous patients' charts, updating them one-by-one. From their vitals, medications, progress notes, everything has to be precised and double checked.

Being an OB-GYN means your life rarely follows a normal schedule.

Most nights are spent awake. On call, in delivery rooms, watching life come into the world one patient at a time. It’s exhausting, relentless… but familiar. Somewhere along the way, the chaos became routine.

You barely notice how late it’s gotten anymore.

The quiet scratch of your pen against paper is suddenly interrupted by a soft clink.

Then a cup of coffee appears beside you.

You pause, eyes shifting from the chart to the cup, then upward to the person who placed it there.

Park Sunghoon.

Four years of working in the same hospital, and he still has a way of showing up without a sound. White coat neat as ever, expression calm in that almost unreadable way of his. He works as a neurologist, precise, composed, and annoyingly consistent.

“Night shift again?” he asks, already pulling a chair a few steps away before sitting down.

You lean back slightly, exhaling as you close the file in front of you. "Yeah, I wasn't able to finish these in one go so I had to switch schedules with Dr. Choi."

“I get it,” Sunghoon replies, offering a small, understanding smile. “There are days when I end up doing the same thing too.”

“Well, thanks for the coffee, I really needed this,” you say, taking a sip. You pause, then look up at him surprised. “You even remembered my order?”

Sunghoon simply purses his lips and shrugs, as if it were nothing, before reaching for his own cup. “You’re welcome.” Just as he’s about to say more, his phone vibrates.

“They need me there. I guess I’ll see you later.” He stands from his chair and lightly pats your shoulder before heading toward the door.

You glance at the cup of coffee in your hands, a small frown forming. You’d only been to the café together twice: once three months ago, and again just two weeks ago. How could he have memorized my order?

A warm feeling slowly blooms in your chest as you think about Sunghoon and his sudden thoughtfulness.

It reminds you of a time when your feelings for him were harder to ignore. Back during your first week working together, when he introduced himself as the newly hired neurologist. What started as simple admiration gradually turned into something more.

Those feelings lasted for an entire year. But between the long hours, the need to stay professional, and your own reluctance to risk it all, you chose to bury them. You kept telling yourself that workplace romance should be avoided, that work always comes first, and that romance simply wasn’t worth the risk. Eventually, you convinced yourself that being nothing more than co-workers was for the best.

You shake your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “Why am I suddenly thinking about the past?” you murmur under your breath. “He probably just has a really good memory.”

With that, you turn back to your work, forcing the lingering warmth in your chest to fade.

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Sunghoon, who was on his way to a patient’s room after leaving you alone in the doctors’ lounge, caught himself smiling slightly, especially when he recalled the look of surprise on your face when you realized he had remembered your order.

Back then, he hadn’t paid much attention to you. He hadn’t gone out of his way to learn the little things. Like how you took your coffee or whether you preferred something sweet on the side. But ever since that small hangout with you and a few co-workers three months ago, something had shifted. A quiet curiosity about you had begun to grow.

It wasn’t just because you were one of the best rookie OB-GYNs the hospital had seen. It was also the way you cared for others, not just your patients, but people in general.

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Three months ago…

As the rest of the group prepared to leave the café, you lingered behind, glancing at your phone as if you had just remembered something.

“I just remembered I need to buy something before I go. You guys go ahead,” you told Chaewon, your friend. She nodded, calling out a quick goodbye before catching up with the others.

Once they were gone, you stepped back towards the counter and ordered two croissants and a bottle of water. After paying, you hurried outside, scanning the area as if looking for someone.

What you didn’t realize was that Sunghoon had stayed behind. He had gone to the restroom just before everyone left, assuming he’d catch up with the group afterward.

As he stepped out and dried his hands, he paused when he spotted you still there. From inside the café, he watched as you approached a beggar and a small child sitting near the parking lot.

You crouched down to their level, handing them the food you had just bought. A gentle smile spread across your face as you spoke to them softly, though he couldn’t hear the words. After a moment, you gave a small wave before turning to leave.

Sunghoon stood there a little longer than he meant to, quietly processing what he had just seen. Something about that moment stayed with him. The sincerity, the kindness, the way you did it without expecting anything in return.

It made him realize that maybe you were more than just a co-worker he had known for years.

And somehow, from that day on, he found himself paying closer attention.

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The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, sealing you into the quiet hum of fluorescent light and mirrored steel.

You pressed your back lightly against the wall, exhaling through your nose as the display above the doors blinked from floor to floor. The senior doctor’s message still lingered in your mind: Come to my office. I need to introduce you to someone.

The elevator slowed briefly at the 5th floor, then continued upward. You checked your watch out of habit, fingers tapping once against your coat sleeve.

Just then, the doors opened with a gentle ding. You looked around to find out nobody there, until your eyes caught movement at the far end of the corridor.

A familiar figure stood just outside the elevator’s reach, hands tucked into his white coat pockets, posture relaxed in a way that somehow still looked presentable. Sunghoon.

He nods slightly when he sees you inside, stepping into the empty space beside you. He presses the button, and the elevator doors slide shut with a soft chime.

“Busy today?” he asks, breaking the silence a few seconds after stepping in.

“Not really. I just need to meet with the senior doctor.”

“Oh? How come?” he asked again, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. It’s rare for either of you to be called in, usually only for major announcements or worse, bad news. So when you first read the message, you had been just as puzzled.

You shrug lightly. “I’m not entirely sure. She did mention introducing someone, though. Maybe a new employee.”

Sunghoon nods, taking that in.

“How about you?” you ask, turning to him. “Anything big happening today?”

“Actually, I have a procedure at 5 pm,” he said casually.

You instinctively glance at your watch. “That’s in thirty minutes.”

"I know." Sunghoon replied. "You don't seem like you're in a rush." You replied, noticing his chill attitude.

"Well it's a minor one. Just a lumbar puncture, won't take long." He said, seeing your expression.

“Huh… that’s your version of minor?” You muttered, brows lifting slightly as you look at him.

Sunghoon lets out a quiet breath, almost a huff of amusement, barely there. “You just get used to it.”

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “Still sounds intense.”

“It’s routine,” he said simply, like that alone should settle it. And somehow, coming from him, it almost does.

The elevator hums softly as it slows, the numbers above the door blinking once before stopping.

Your floor.

The doors slide open.

You hesitate for only a second, then shift your weight forward, stepping out into the hallway. Before fully turning away, you glance back at him.

“Good luck, Sunghoon.”

He meets your gaze, calm as ever. “I don't need it.”

That almost makes you scoff, but instead you just exhale a small laugh. “Still, good luck.”

The doors begin to close behind you.

And just before they shut completely, you catch it, the smallest hint of a smile on his face, gone just as quickly as it appears.

You walk straight to the end of the hallway, where the senior doctor’s office is located.

Stopping in front of the door, you knock three times. A voice from inside calls, “Come in.”

Taking the cue, you twist the doorknob open and step inside. Dr. Lim stands near her desk, a folder in hand. Beside her is a young man with sharp, cat-like eyes, standing straight with quiet composure.

You close the door behind you and walk toward them.

“Dr. Kang,” the senior doctor says, closing the file in her hand, “This is Jungwon, a newly assigned resident. He’ll be rotating in OB-GYN under your supervision.”

You turn your attention to him just as he steps forward, extending his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Dr. Kang.”

You shake his hand without hesitation, offering a small, welcoming smile. “Nice to meet you too, Jungwon. Welcome to the OB-GYN department.”

He smiles back, his expression calm and professional, no trace of nervousness in sight.

“Alright,” Dr. Lim continues smoothly, already reaching for another document on her desk. “Jungwon, you’ll report to Dr. Kang starting today. She’ll orient you with the ward and your responsibilities.”

Jungwon nods. “Understood, ma’am.”

The senior doctor looks up once more, this time addressing both of you. “OB-GYN is a demanding department. I expect discipline and clear communication. Dr. Kang, he’s your responsibility during this rotation.”

You give a small nod in acknowledgment.

Dr. Lim leans back slightly, signaling the end of the meeting. “Now that’s settled. You may go.”

You turn first, straightening your posture as you head for the door. Jungwon follows a step behind, attentive.

Once you’re outside in the hallway, you turn to face him.

“First things first,” you say, folding your arms lightly. “Call me by my first name, Y/N. No ‘Dr. Kang.’ It makes me feel older than I am.”

Jungwon lets out a small chuckle. “Got it. Y/N it is.”

“As Dr. Lim mentioned, I’ll be your supervisor for the duration of your rotation in OB-GYN,” you continue. “Since it’s your first day, I’ll give you a quick tour of the facilities so you can start familiarizing yourself.”

You gesture forward. “Let’s go.”

The two of you head towards the elevator. “The OB-GYN department is on the third floor,” you add, pressing the button.

When the doors open, you’re greeted by the nurses’ station. The nurses on duty look up from their desks.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Kang,” they greet in unison.

“Good afternoon,” you reply with a polite nod before turning slightly to Jungwon. “This is Jungwon, our new resident. He’ll be working here starting today.”

Jungwon smiles and greets them, and they return the gesture warmly.

You lead him down the left hallway lined with patient rooms. “This is where admitted patients stay, postpartum mothers, as well as those recovering from surgery,” you explain. “The rooms along the right hallway are mainly for regular check-ups and consultations.”

“And over here…” you continue, walking towards the far end where a large door with glass panels stands. “…is the Labor, Delivery, and Recovery Room. LDR for short.”

You push the door open just enough to step inside and the shift is immediate.

A strained breath cuts through the air, followed by a low cry. A patient grips the bed rails, her knuckles pale, while a nurse guides her breathing with steady reassurance.

“Active labor,” you say calmly as you step further in. “This is where things start to pick up.”

Jungwon stays close behind you, noticeably quieter now, his eyes taking everything in.

A monitor beside the bed beeps steadily, then suddenly dips. The nurse straightens. “Doctor, heart rate’s dropping.”

Before the tour can even pause, you’re already moving.

“Position her to the left,” you instruct, your tone calm but firm. “Give her oxygen.” The room shifts instantly, quick hands, precise movements, controlled urgency.

The patient gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as another contraction hits. You glance at the monitor. Then steady again, as the beeping evens out.

“Good,” you murmur, stepping back as if it were second nature. “Keep monitoring.”

“Yes, doctor.”

The tension doesn’t disappear, but it eases just enough. You turn back to Jungwon, your expression composed.

“It can change that fast,” you say simply. “You learn to respond before it becomes a problem.”

He nods, still processing what he just witnessed.

“Come on,” you add, already heading for the door. “Let’s continue.”

“On the opposite end,” you say, pointing down the hallway, “is the operating room.”

You walk in that direction, with Jungwon following closely behind.

You push the operating room doors open, and a wave of sterile, cool air greets you as you step inside.

Bright overhead lights reflect off stainless steel instruments neatly arranged on trays. The operating table sits at the center, surrounded by monitors and machines humming quietly in the background.

“Procedures like cesarean sections and gynecologic surgeries are done here,” you explain, your voice steady as it echoes slightly in the room. “And when things don’t go as planned…”

You pause for a brief moment, your gaze flicking toward the operating table.

“…that is where we take over.”

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The tour continues as you guide Jungwon through the rest of the facility, from the ultrasound rooms to the examination areas, and finally to the newborn units. You explain each section with ease, answering his occasional questions, barely noticing how quickly time slips by.

It isn’t until you glance at your watch that you pause.

“Oh, it’s already 6 pm,” you say, a little surprised. “Perfect timing. My shift ends now, and since I’ve already shown you around the entire OB-GYN department, we can both head home.”

“Wait, really?” Jungwon asked, clearly caught off guard.

You nod. “Yes. Once I leave, there won’t be anyone to supervise you anyway. And since it’s your first day, I’ll let you off early this time. Your real work starts tomorrow.”

“Ah…” Jungwon exhales in relief, a small grin forming. “I’ll be ready by then,” he assures you, determination settling into his expression.

“Good to hear,” you reply with a faint smile. “Well, I’ll get going now. See you tomorrow, Jungwon.”

“See you, Doc,” he said.

You give him a small wave before leaving.

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After gathering your things, you take the elevator down to the underground parking area. The space is quieter now, the hum of engines and distant footsteps echoing faintly. You spot your car a short distance away and walk towards it, pressing your key fob to unlock it.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, you place your bag on the passenger side and reach for the ignition.

You turn the key.

Click.

Nothing.

You try again.

Click. Click.

The engine doesn’t turn over.

A faint frown forms as you attempt a few more times, but the sound only grows weaker until the car falls completely silent and unresponsive.

"Unbelievable,” you muttered, letting your forehead rest briefly against the steering wheel.

You sigh, leaning back as frustration settles in. Your eyes drift to your bag beside you.

“How am I supposed to go home now...”

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A few minutes later, you find yourself standing outside the hospital entrance, arms folded loosely as you scan the road.

You decided to take a cab instead, but even after waiting for several minutes, none stop. The few that passed by are already occupied, their headlights briefly illuminating you before disappearing down the street.

You shift your weight, glancing down the road again, hoping the next one will finally be empty.

Then, a sleek silver BMW pulls up in front of you, the engine purring softly as the window rolls down.

You look over to see who it is.

Sunghoon sits behind the wheel, one hand resting loosely on it while the other drapes over the passenger seat’s headrest, his posture relaxed.

“Need a ride home?” he asks.

“I—”

Before you can even answer, he leans over and pushes the passenger door open. That leaves you with little room to refuse.

You step in, closing the door gently behind you.

Settling into the passenger seat, you sit a little stiffly, your gaze fixed on the window beside you.

It’s your first time riding in a car alone with him, something you never really imagined would happen. And not just any car, but his.

For a moment, the air inside feels thick with unspoken tension. Neither of you says anything, the quiet stretching just a bit too long.

After a while, Sunghoon clears his throat, breaking the silence. “So… what happened to your car?”

You turn slightly to look at him. “The battery died. I’ve been so busy these past few weeks that I forgot to get it replaced.”

“I see.” He nods once. “How long were you waiting out there?”

“About twenty minutes,” you reply.

“Good thing I saw you then,” he says, a faint chuckle slipping through. “You looked like you were about to lose your patience.”

You let out a small laugh. “Honestly, I was. And thank you, by the way. If you hadn’t shown up, I probably would’ve ended up walking home.”

That earns another quiet hum of amusement from him.

After that, the conversation fades, but this time, the silence feels different. Softer. Easier. The low hum of the engine and the faint music playing on the radio fill the space comfortably.

For once, it isn’t awkward.

The car slows to a stop at a red light. Sunghoon glances your way, his expression unreadable but calm. “You hungry?”

“I think I’m good,” you reply, but almost immediately, your stomach betrays you with a low rumble. Shit.

You freeze for a second, suddenly remembering that you skipped lunch earlier, too distracted and a little too nervous about the senior doctor’s message.

Sunghoon lets out a quiet laugh at the sound. “Let’s grab something to eat,” he said, already easing his foot back on the gas as the light turns green. “My treat.”

You don’t argue.

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A few minutes later, you find yourselves at a casual Italian fast-food restaurant. The warm lighting and soft chatter from other customers make the place feel cozy despite the rush hour.

You scan the area and spot a small booth tucked into the corner. “There,” you say, heading towards it.

You slide into the seat while Sunghoon remains standing beside the table. “What would you like to eat?” he asked.

“I think pasta’s fine,” you answer.

He nods. “Alright. I’ll order for us. Just wait here, okay?”

“Okay.”

You watch as he walks toward the counter, joining the short line. For a moment, you find yourself absentmindedly observing him the way he stands, calm and composed even in something as simple as ordering food.

A few minutes later, he returns carrying a tray.

He sets a plate of pasta in front of you, his lasagna beside it, then hands you your drink.

“And this one’s for you,” he adds, placing a slice of pizza next to your plate.

You blink, confused. “I didn’t order that.”

He sits across from you, completely unfazed. “I did. I figured the pasta wouldn’t be enough since you’re hungry.”

You cough lightly, feeling your cheeks warm. “Oh… uh, thank you.”

You start eating, your gaze fixed anywhere but him. Somehow, the earlier ease from the car ride has shifted again, replaced by a quiet, awkward tension.

You never really imagined this. Sitting across from him, sharing a meal like this. It almost feels unreal, like something out of place in your usual routine.

You can feel his gaze on you, subtle but unmistakable.

“What happened with the senior doctor earlier?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You look up, surprised, but your shoulders relax now that the conversation has shifted. “She introduced me to a new resident,” you explain. “He’ll be under my supervision.”

Sunghoon nods, taking a bite of his food.

“His name’s Jungwon,” you continue, twirling your pasta with your fork. “From what I’ve seen so far, he has potential. He wasn’t nervous at all, even when we went to the LDR earlier.”

“That’s good,” Sunghoon said. “At least he seems passionate from the start.”

You nod, but then the thought that’s been lingering in your mind resurfaces. You hesitate just for a second before speaking.

“Sunghoon… can I ask you something?” He looks up. “Sure.”

“Not to sound rude or anything, but why are you suddenly talking to me?” you ask, your voice softer now. “I mean… we’ve been co-workers for four years, and this is the first time you’ve bought me coffee or talked to me for more than ten minutes.”

For a brief moment, he looks genuinely caught off guard. His eyes widen slightly, and a faint blush creeps up to his ears as he scratches the back of his neck. “That’s… uh…”

"I just thought that I've been so shy these past years that I don't get to socialize with my co-workers that much. You know, I just recently became close with that dermatologist, Kim Sunoo." He replied.

You nodded, a small smile forming. “That’s good to hear. I remember you skipped the Christmas party for two years straight. It’s nice to see you stepping out of your comfort zone.”

He smiles back. “I guess it is.”

The conversation drifts into something lighter after that, and before you realize it, dinner is over.

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Soon enough, you’re back in his car, this time parked in front of your apartment.

You unbuckled your seatbelt, turning slightly towards him. “Thank you for the ride, Sunghoon. And for the food.”

He smiles softly. “Don’t mention it. If you ever need a ride home, you can just call me.”

You stopped. “But… I don’t have your number.”

“Here.” He unlocks his phone and hands it to you. You take it, typing your number into his contacts before handing it back. “There.”

You step out of the car, the cool night air brushing against your skin. “Goodnight, Sunghoon,” you say, closing the door halfway and then you heard him speak, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You pause for just a moment before shutting the door completely, the sound echoing softly in the quiet street.

Later that night, as you lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, your mind drifts back to everything that happened.

The coffee. The car ride. Dinner.

Him.

Your heart beats a little faster, your cheeks warming at the memories.

Those feelings you buried years ago? They’re being dug up by none other than Park Sunghoon himself.

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Three weeks after that dinner with Sunghoon, the two of you have grown noticeably more comfortable around each other. He even picked you up from your apartment the morning after that night, insisting so you wouldn’t have to take the subway to work.

And now, you’re back in the thick of it. Endless patients, heavy workloads, night shifts, deadlines, and back-to-back surgeries taking up most of your time.

“Doc, I’m done with my rounds for now,” Jungwon said, appearing beside you while you’re busy taking a patient’s blood pressure.

You finish up, offering the patient a small reassuring smile before noting down the readings on the chart.

“Good,” you say, turning to him. “I want you to check on Baby Jung in the newborn unit. When I assessed the baby earlier this morning, the condition was a bit unstable. If that continues, report back to me so we’ll coordinate with the Pediatrics Department.”

“You got it.” Jungwon gives a quick salute before turning to leave.

“Oh, and Jungwon,” you call out just as he’s a few steps away. “Don’t forget the dessert you promised me for lunch.”

He chuckles, glancing back. “Of course, Doc. See you at the cafeteria later.”

Over the past three weeks, you and Jungwon have also grown closer, spending nearly every day working side by side. You’re grateful to have someone to share the hectic schedules and overwhelming workload with as it makes everything feel just a little lighter.

You grab the clipboard with your patient records and head towards the elevator. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you pull it out, about to read the message but you bumped into someone.

The impact causes the clipboard to slip from your hands, papers scattering across the floor.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry!” a voice says quickly.

You crouch down to gather the papers, the other person doing the same.

As you pick them up and glance up, a nurse you don’t recognize hands you a few sheets. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” you reply, standing up.

“I’m really sorry again, Doctor…” Her eyes flicker to your coat, reading the name stitched onto it. “…Kang.”

You shake your head lightly. “It’s okay. I wasn’t looking either. It’s partly my fault.”

You pause for a moment, studying her. “By the way, what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

She smiles sweetly. “I’m Jang Wonyoung. I just started working here yesterday.”

“Well, it’s nice meeting you, Wonyoung,” you say with a friendly smile. “Sorry our first meeting had to be like this.”

“That’s alright,” she replies. “Have a nice day, Dr. Kang.”

She gives a small wave before heading off.

You continue towards the elevator and pressed the button. While waiting, you check your phone and read Jungwon’s message. He mentions that the newborn unit is a bit crowded with nurses and a few parents, and that he’ll update you once he gets inside.

Ding.

The elevator doors open.

You look up and see Sunghoon inside.

A smile forms on your lips as you step in, slipping your phone back into your pocket.

“Funny how we always run into each other at the elevator,” you say, turning to him.

“It is,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Maybe I should start charging you for getting to see a handsome face like mine every time the doors open.”

You let out a laugh, and he joins in, the sound light and easy between you.

“Anyway,” he continues once the laughter fades. “Where are you planning to eat lunch? Sunoo and a friend of mine are trying out a newly opened restaurant nearby. Want to join us?”

“I’d love to,” you say, “but Jungwon and I already made plans, and he’s treating me to dessert, so I can’t really say no to that.” You nudge his side playfully.

“Ah, I see.” He nods, though you can’t help but notice the slight disappointment in his tone. “Maybe next time.”

“Definitely next time,” you reply.

The elevator doors slide open at your floor.

You step out, then glance back at him. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

And with that, you walked away, unaware of the way his gaze lingers on you just a second longer than usual.

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Lunchtime arrives, and you’ve been sitting there for almost an hour.

Your plate is already empty, your drink long finished, and yet there’s still no sign of Jungwon or the dessert he promised.

You let out a quiet sigh, resting your cheek against your palm as you glance towards the cafeteria doors. Maybe I should’ve just gone with Sunghoon instead…

Just as the thought crosses your mind, the doors swing open and Jungwon rushes in, scanning the room before spotting you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I’m late, a patient was—” He’s panting so hard he can’t even finish his sentence.

“Woah, hey. Sit down first,” you say quickly.

He does as told, and you hand him your spare bottle of water. He takes it immediately, drinking it down in one go.

Once he’s done, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at you apologetically. “I really wanted to come earlier, but a patient asked me to stay with her until her husband arrived. I didn’t expect it to take that long… if I had known, I wouldn’t have stayed.”

You nod, your expression softening. “It’s okay. I would’ve done the same thing.”

“Did you at least eat lunch?” you ask.

“I did,” he replies. “The patient felt bad for making me wait, so she gave me some food.”

“Then I guess that leaves us with dessert,” you say, pointing lightly at him. “Now go get me that dessert you promised.”

Jungwon stands up immediately and heads to the counter.

A few minutes later, he returns, but this time, there’s a slight frown on his face.

“They ran out,” he said. “I guess it’s my fault for getting here late.”

You sigh, leaning back in your chair. “So… what are we supposed to have for dessert now?”

Jungwon pauses, thinking for a moment before his expression brightens. “I know a place. Come with me.”

A short while later, the two of you find yourselves standing in front of a gelato shop in town.

“I come here whenever I’m craving something sweet,” Jungwon said, a hint of excitement in his voice. “They make the best gelato.”

He steps ahead of you, holding the door open.

“You’re really serious about this gelato, huh?” you tease with a small laugh.

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Across the street, inside the newly opened restaurant, Sunghoon sits with Sunoo and Jay.

“Is that Y/N?” Sunoo suddenly said, pointing towards the window.

Sunghoon’s attention shifts instantly, his gaze following the direction.

Outside, he sees you with Jungwon.

“She’s with the resident,” Sunoo adds, still watching.

“They seem close,” Jay comments casually. “Maybe a little too close. I can’t even remember the last time I became friends with a resident.”

Sunoo gasps softly, covering his mouth. “Right? I thought I was the only one who noticed.”

Sunghoon’s grip on his fork tightens slightly as he listens, his eyes still fixed on the scene outside. On the way Jungwon holds the door open for you and the way you laugh.

“Do you think maybe they’re—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Sunghoon cuts in, his tone sharper than usual. “Can we just eat in peace and not start rumors?”

Sunoo scoffs, side-eyeing him. “Geez. I was just saying.”

Sunghoon then goes back to eating, but the air at the table has shifted.

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After finishing your gelato, you and Jungwon stepped outside.

Just as you’re about to leave, you spot Sunoo approaching the shop.

You wave at him, and he waves back enthusiastically, a grin spreading across his face.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Getting dessert,” he replies. “Do they have mint chocolate here?”

“Yeah they have tons of flavors, actually. I think you’ll like all of them,” you say with a small laugh.

“Really?” Sunoo’s eyes light up. “I can’t wait!”

He practically skips toward the entrance.

Moments later, Sunghoon and Jay approach.

“Hi,” you greet as they stop in front of you.

“Hello,” Jay replies, glancing inside. “Is Sunoo in there?” You nodded.

“I’ll see if there's a flavor I like,” he said, turning to Sunghoon. “You want anything?”

Sunghoon shakes his head. “I’m good.”

Jay heads inside, leaving the two of you and Jungwon, who has just stepped beside you in an awkward silence.

“Hey,” you say to Sunghoon, but this time, something feels off.

He just nods. No smile. No teasing remark.

Jungwon shifts slightly beside you, and Sunghoon’s gaze flickers toward him, sharp, assessing.

“Right,” you say, trying to ease the tension. “Jungwon, this is Dr. Park Sunghoon, my friend.”

You gesture towards Jungwon. “And Sunghoon, this is Jungwon, the resident I told you about.”

Jungwon immediately extends his hand. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Park.”

For a second, Sunghoon just stares at it, his thick brows slightly furrowed.

You clear your throat softly. Only then does Sunghoon take his hand, briefly.

“Uh huh,” he mutters.

Jungwon withdraws his hand, the smile on his face still polite, though a little uncertain now.

Just then, Sunoo and Jay return. With Sunoo holding his three scoops of mint chocolate chip gelato.

“Let’s head back,” Jay said. “Lunch break’s almost over.”

The five of you began walking back towards the hospital. Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Jay walked ahead, while you and Jungwon trail slightly behind.

“Jungwon… I’m sorry about that,” you say quietly. “Sunghoon isn’t usually like that. I don’t know what got into him.”

“It’s okay,” Jungwon replies, giving you a reassuring smile. “Maybe he just had a bad day.”

“Still… I’ll talk to him.” Before he could respond, you jogged forward.

“Sunghoon,” you call.

No response.

You try again.

Still nothing.

You frown slightly before reaching out and poking his side.

He flinches, finally turning to look at you. “What was that for?”

“You weren’t listening, so I had to resort to that,” you say, pouting slightly. His expression softens just a bit.

“…Sorry. What did you want to say?” He asked as you crossed your arms. “Why were you rude to Jungwon earlier? The kid was just trying to introduce himself.”

“I wasn’t,” he replied, looking away.

“You were,” you insist. “What’s wrong? Are you upset because I didn’t join you for lunch?”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes as he looks back at you.

“No,” he said quickly. “It’s not that. A waiter messed up my order earlier, so I didn’t really enjoy the meal,” he lied, his voice a little too fast, as if he’s trying to convince both you and himself.

“Oh… that sucks,” you say, your tone softening. “So you really just had a bad day.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. His ears tint slightly red.

“You should leave them a bad review,” you say lightly. “They don’t deserve all that hype.”

A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Maybe I should.”

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It was now time for the yearly medical mission, this time held in Gangwon Province.

Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, doctors were already gathered at the back of the hospital, loading supplies into vans. The atmosphere was focused, everyone moving with practiced efficiency.

Once you finished loading your things into the vehicle, the senior doctor, Ms. Lim, arrived to announce the car assignments. Most of the staff, doctors and nurses alike were placed in the larger vans, while only three were assigned to the smaller car.

That included you, Chaewon, and a pharmacist.

“We better get moving. The drive will take two to three hours, and I don’t want us arriving late,” Ms. Lim said as everyone began heading toward their assigned vehicles.

You stepped into the small car first, with Chaewon following right after. “Great, seatmates,” you said lightly, earning a smile from her as she settled beside you. The pharmacist sat in the front passenger seat, next to the driver.

Even with only four people inside, the space felt slightly cramped, with a few supplies stacked behind your seats, signaling the long drive ahead.

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You arrived in Gangwon Province after two and a half hours.

You stretched your arms as soon as you stepped out of the car. “Finally, we’re here,” you said, glancing at Chaewon beside you.

“Look at the view,” she pointed out.

Ahead of you, mountains covered in green stretched into the distance, the early sunlight rising over them and casting a soft glow across the landscape. The air was noticeably cooler and cleaner, a quiet reminder that you were far from the city now.

Around you, doctors and staff had already started unloading supplies from the vehicles. You moved towards the car again and joined in, helping carry boxes as the medical mission was about to start.

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The medical mission is taking place at a public school gym that is converted into a temporary clinic.

Folding tables are set up in sections for each department, with simple privacy screens dividing consultation areas. Nurses move between stations guiding patients, while rows of chairs line the sides of the gym for those waiting their turn.

You sat at a small table marked for OB-GYN consultations, flipping through charts as a line of patients steadily forms in front of you, the hum of the makeshift clinic filling the space around you.

The check-up began smoothly, most patients were cooperative, listening attentively as you gave instructions and advice. Those who needed minor procedures were guided to the adjacent room for outpatient care, while you stayed at your station, calmly writing prescriptions and updating charts.

From across the space, Sunghoon sat at a parallel table, his gaze occasionally lifting towards you. He observed the way you spoke to each patient, reassuring and always gentle in tone, together with the soft smile you gave even in the middle of a busy line.

“Man, you gotta stop staring at her. There are patients on their way,” Jay said quietly from beside him.

“I— I wasn’t staring,” Sunghoon replied immediately, shifting his attention to the neatly arranged supplies in front of him, pretending to align them even though they were already perfectly in order. “Just… observing.”

Jay let out a small hum of disbelief. “Whatever you say.”

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Lunchtime came, with your team providing free food for all the attendees. A long line formed as patients waited for their meals, the gym still buzzing with quiet conversation and movement.

You sat at the table assigned for the doctors, with Sunghoon taking the empty seat beside you.

“Hi,” you greeted as he greeted back.

“How’s the consultation so far? I saw there are a lot of patients in your area,” he asked as he started eating.

“It’s going well. I haven’t had this much fun in a while,” you admitted, earning a small nod from him.

“Good to hear you’re enjoying it,” he said simply.

“I am,” you continued. “It’s always a pleasure helping people.”

The conversation flowed easily as you both ate. When you finished your meal, you reached for the brownie included in the tray, but Sunghoon stopped you.

“Don’t.” You looked up at him, confused.

“It has nuts,” Sunghoon added.

“Oh,” you blinked, then set it back down. “Right.”

A beat passed before you asked, “How did you know I’m allergic to nuts?”

He cleared his throat, looking down at his food. “I saw you separate the nuts when you were eating that salad last week. And I've seen the EpiPen you always carry in your pocket.”

You stared at him for a second longer than intended, your chest tightening.

“You noticed that?”

He gave a small shrug. “It’s hard not to.”

A quiet warmth settled in your chest, though you kept your expression calm. “Well… thank you for warning me.”

You glanced back at the brownie, then sighed softly. “But it feels like a waste to just leave it.”

Before you could say more, Sunghoon reached over and took it from your plate.

“Always so considerate,” he said before taking a bite himself.

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It was already night by the time the medical mission ended.

Everyone looked exhausted, evident in the way people moved slower than usual, taking their time packing up supplies. The once busy area had quieted down, replaced by tired chatter and the occasional sigh.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the car, opening the trunk.

“Here, I got it.”

Before you could protest, Sunghoon had already taken the supplies from your hands and placed them neatly inside.

“Thanks,” you say, watching as he closes the trunk.

Just then, Chaewon comes rushing over, slightly out of breath. “Y/N, I asked Ms. Lim earlier if I could transfer to the van since I felt claustrophobic in the smaller car. She said I could, but only if someone switched places with me. I tried asking around, but no one wants to,” she groans, squeezing your hands in mild panic.

You give her a sympathetic look. “Chae, maybe we can—”

“I’ll switch seats with you.”

Both of you turn as Sunghoon speaks up, having clearly overheard the conversation.

“You would?” Chaewon asked, her face lighting up.

He gives a small nod. “Yeah.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you!” she squeals, then quickly turns back to you. “But Y/N, is it okay if I’m not your seatmate anymore?”

You smile softly. “It’s fine. I know how much you hate small spaces.”

Chaewon beams before pulling you into a quick hug. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re the best.”

“Everyone, let’s go!” Ms. Lim calls out.

“I have to go, see you at the hospital!” Chaewon says, waving as she hurries off.

You wave back before heading to the car. You slide into your seat, and a moment later, Sunghoon follows, settling beside you.

“She’s right,” he mutters, shifting slightly. “It is cramped in here.”

Your shoulders brush against his from how little space there is.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “We just have to endure it for two and a half hours.”

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The car ride begins, the hum of the engine blending with the low chatter of others. You pull out your phone, texting Jungwon about updates from the hospital. The screen blurs slightly as you blink slowly, fatigue catching up to you.

You let out a quiet yawn while waiting for his reply, your eyelids growing heavier by the second.

“Tired?” Sunghoon asks softly from beside you.

“Mm,” you hum in response, too drained to form a proper sentence.

“You should get some sleep,” he says. “I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”

"Maybe I should.”

You lean your head against the window, eyes slowly closing as the gentle motion of the car puts you to sleep.

A few minutes pass.

Sunghoon glances at you, noticing the way your head keeps tilting awkwardly against the glass, your body shifting uncomfortably with every bump on the road.

Carefully, he moves a little closer.

Slowly, so carefully you don’t wake, he lifts a hand and gently guides your head away from the window, letting it rest against his shoulder instead.

“There…” he whispers softly.

Your head settles against him, your breathing evening out as you remain asleep, now in a far more comfortable position.

He stays still, not wanting to disturb you. But as the quiet of the ride settles in, he begins to feel his own exhaustion creeping in.

His eyes flutter shut.

And soon enough, he falls asleep too.

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Unbeknownst to the two of you, Sunoo, who had already taken the front seat earlier, insisting he wanted to ride shotgun instead of being stuck in the back with the supplies on the van, was quietly watching a movie on his phone.

At some point, he glanced up from his screen and caught a glimpse of the back seat through the rearview mirror.

His brows lifted slightly.

He shifted in his seat and turned just enough to look behind him directly.

There you were, fast asleep, your head resting gently on Sunghoon’s shoulder.

And Sunghoon, also asleep, his head slightly tilted towards yours.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across Sunoo’s face.

He paused his movie and casually raised his phone, snapping a photo of the two of you, clearly entertained.

“Interesting…” he muttered under his breath before returning his attention to the screen, as if nothing had happened.

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The morning two days after, you step out of the elevator, heading towards the doctors’ lounge, only to stop in your tracks.

A few feet ahead, you spot Sunghoon walking out of the operating room. He’s in the middle of removing his surgical gown and cap, his hair slightly disheveled as he runs a hand through it to fix it.

For a moment, you just watch him.

You were about to walk over, maybe ask how the procedure went when someone beats you to it.

“Doctor.”

You glance over.

It’s the nurse you met before, Wonyoung.

“How was the procedure?” she asked, her voice softer than usual.

“It was fine,” Sunghoon replies.

“Of course it went well. You’re good at what you do,” she says, stepping a little closer than necessary. “Do you need help with anything, Dr. Park? I can assist you in cleaning up.”

Before he can respond, she reaches out, noticing his collar slightly crooked from removing his surgical gown and fixes it herself.

You freeze.

For a second, you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing. Your lips part slightly as you watch the interaction unfold, something uneasy settling in your chest.

She’s clearly flirting.

You wait, expecting Sunghoon to step back, to say something, to at least react.

But he doesn’t.

He just stands there, looking at her, almost as if he’s momentarily zoned out.

Something about that makes your chest tighten.

“Tsk.” You crossed your arms and turn away, not bothering to watch any longer.

Your steps are quicker now as you head straight to the doctors’ lounge, pushing the door open a little harder than necessary.

The sudden noise makes Jungwon look up from his laptop, slightly startled. “Y/N?” he said.

You pause, then let out a small breath. “Jungwon. I didn’t know you were here.”

“I’m just working on a report,” he replies, closing his laptop halfway. “What’s up? You look a little… irritated.”

You sit down beside him, crossing your arms as you lean back.

“Jungwon, do you know that newly hired nurse? The tall one who looks more like a supermodel than a nurse?”

He turns his chair toward you, giving you his full attention. His brows knit slightly as he thinks. “Nurse Wonyoung?”

“Yes, her,” you say quickly. “I just saw her flirting with Sunghoon out there. Can you believe that? A nurse who’s barely been here a month, hitting on a doctor?”

Jungwon lets out a small chuckle once you finish.

“Yeah, I believe you,” he said. “You don’t usually get this worked up over something small.”

You narrow your eyes slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” he leans back a bit, a teasing glint in his eyes, “you sound jealous.”

“Jealous?” you repeat, almost scoffing. “Of course not. He's my friend and I’m just looking out for him. You know it’s against company rules to date someone new.”

You can feel the warmth creeping up your cheeks.

“…Yeah right,” Jungwon says, clearly unconvinced.

You quickly stood up, not wanting to entertain his teasing any further. “Whatever. I’m going to grab something to eat.”

“Alright, Doc,” Jungwon said with a small teasing grin as you head for the door.

You walk down the hallway, your gaze lowered as you fumble through the pockets of your coat, searching for some cash. Distracted, you don’t notice where you’re going and end up bumping into someone.

It’s Sunghoon.

Your expression shifts almost instantly, your mood dropping the moment you realize it’s him.

“Where are you heading?” he asked, one brow slightly raised.

“Just going to buy some food,” you reply.

“Want me to come with you?” he offers.

“I’m fine,” you say a little too quickly. “I can manage on my own. Besides, I have a hysterectomy scheduled after this. I need to get back right away.”

The lie slips out easily, even though you know the surgery isn’t for another hour.

“Okay… just don’t forget to—”

You don’t let him finish.

You walked past him without another word, your steps just a little faster than before, the image of what you saw earlier still lingering stubbornly in your mind.

Maybe it was better to avoid him and push those resurfacing feelings back down. So that in the end, you wouldn’t end up getting hurt.

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The next few weeks stayed the same, you avoided Sunghoon as much as you could.

You grew distant. Conversations were cut short, small talk nonexistent, and every interaction between you was kept strictly professional.

It felt like the friendship you built with him had never existed at all, as you treated him the same way you had for years before.

“Working the night shift again?” He asked as you were waiting for your coffee at the vending machine.

You froze for a split second at the sound of his voice behind you, but quickly composed yourself.

“Yeah.”

The cup dropped into the slot. You took it without looking at him as you walked past him.

Sunghoon could only watch your retreating figure, letting out a quiet sigh as another attempt to start a conversation with you failed.

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Sunghoon leaned back against the counter in the doctors' lounge, arms crossed, gaze fixed somewhere distant. Jay glanced up from his phone and watched him for a moment before speaking.

“You’ve been like that all week,” he said.

Sunghoon didn’t respond.

“Actually,” Jay added, setting his phone down, “ever since she started avoiding you.”

That finally made Sunghoon look at him. “Avoiding?”

Jay let out a short scoff. “You didn’t notice?”

Before Sunghoon could answer, the door opened and Sunoo walked in, drink in hand, immediately sensing the tension.

“Notice what?” he asked casually.

Jay nodded towards Sunghoon. “He just realized.”

Sunoo blinked once, then laughed lightly. “No way.”

“What are you talking about?” Sunghoon frowned.

Sunoo leaned against the table, studying him. “You’ve been acting off for weeks.”

“I haven’t—”

“You have,” Jay cut in. “You’re more distracted. You forget small things, double-check things you normally don’t.”

Sunoo added, “And you keep looking towards her area even when you’re not assigned there.”

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened slightly. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It does,” Jay says calmly. A brief silence followed before Sunoo tilted his head.

“You didn’t even realize she was avoiding you until now.”

Sunghoon paused, thinking back. Vague replies, shorter conversations, the way you left early, the lack of eye contact. “…I thought she was just busy,” he muttered.

Jay shook his head. “You don’t believe that.”

Sunghoon didn’t answer.

Sunoo exhales softly. “You’re not just noticing her.” He smirks slightly. “You’re affected by her.”

The words hung in the air.

Sunghoon scoffed weakly, but it lacked certainty. “I’m not affected.”

“Then why do you look like that every time she walks past you and doesn’t stop?” Sunoo asks simply.

Silence.

Jay crossed his arms. “You didn’t care before.”

Sunghoon frowned slightly. "What do you mean?”

“You used to be fine,” Jay said. “Now you’re not.”

Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "She’s been acting weird...”

Jay immediately corrected him. “No. You’ve been acting weird.”

Sunghoon looked between them, irritation flickering but it didn’t last. Because it was starting to feel… accurate.

Sunoo sighed and pushed himself off the table. “You know what your problem is?”

Sunghoon looked up. “What?”

“You think noticing her is enough,” Sunoo said sharply.

That made him pause.

Jay added more quietly, “It’s not.”

Sunghoon frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Sunoo stepped closer, voice steady now. “You don’t get to just notice her forever.”

“You either do something about it or someone else eventually will. Like perhaps, Jungwon?”

That landed differently.

Sunghoon’s expression hardened. "What am I supposed to do?” Jay answered immediately. “Tell her.”

Sunghoon blinked. “Tell her what?” Sunoo lets out a short laugh. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

He pulled out his phone and unlocked it, tapping a few times before turning the screen towards Sunghoon.

The photo from the night of the medical mission appeared. You, asleep, your head resting on his shoulder. Him, leaning slightly toward you, closer than he remembered.

The room went quiet.

“How did you get that?" He coughs. "And you know, that was just an accident. I didn't mean to end up in that position,” Sunghoon said after a moment, but his voice was quieter now.

Sunoo hummed. “Sure.”

Jay added, almost matter-of-fact, “You don’t let people that close.”

Sunghoon didn’t respond. His eyes stayed on the photo longer than necessary. “Since when did I start doing things like that?” he muttered under his breath.

Neither Sunoo nor Jay answered.

Instead, they just watched him, because for the first time, Sunghoon wasn’t denying it anymore. He was thinking.

Then Sunoo spoke again, softer but sharper.

“You don’t have to keep pretending you don’t feel anything. We know.”

Jay nodded once. “Just talk to her.”

Sunoo tilted his phone slightly, still showing the photo. “Before someone else does.”

And this time, Sunghoon didn’t argue.

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You push through the operating room doors, the sterile air hitting you instantly as the urgency inside the room becomes clear. The patient is already on the table, breaths uneven, the monitor beside her flashing unstable vitals.

“Doctor, her blood pressure is dropping,” one of the nurses calls out.

“I see it,” you reply, already gloving up. “Prepare for immediate delivery.”

Jungwon stands across from you, already scrubbed in, eyes focused but tense. This is different from the cases he’s seen before, this one is slipping, and even he can feel it. The usual controlled rhythm of the operating room feels tighter, heavier.

You moved quickly, voice steady despite the rising pressure. “Ma’am, stay with me, okay? You’re doing well. Just a little more.”

The woman turns her head slightly towards you, her face pale, lips trembling. “Doctor…” her voice is weak, barely audible. “If something happens…”

You shake your head immediately. “Nothing is going to happen. We’re getting both of you through this.”

She lets out a shaky breath, her fingers weakly gripping the sheets. “Please… just save the baby.”

“No,” you say firmly, without hesitation. “We’re saving both of you. Stay with me.”

“Heart rate dropping!” another nurse calls.

“Let’s move, now.” The room shifts into rapid motion.

“Push,” you instruct, your tone controlled but urgent. “You have to push for me.” With one final effort, the baby is delivered.

A second of silence, then a cry fills the room, strong and alive.

“Baby’s out,” you announced, a flicker of relief passing through the team.

But it doesn’t last.

“Doctor, she’s bleeding heavily!”

You look down, there's far more blood than before as it pooled rapidly.

“Start uterotonics. Apply pressure, now!” you order, your voice sharper now.

Jungwon hesitates for a fraction of a second before moving, following your commands, his movements slightly rushed.

“Ma’am, stay with me!” you call, louder now. “Stay with me!”

The monitor begins to slow.

“No, no, come on,” you muttered under your breath. “We’re not losing you.”

“BP unrecordable!”

“Prepare for resuscitation!”

The flatline cuts through the room. Followed by a long, continuous sound.

“No!” you shout, immediately stepping in. “Start CPR!”

You begin compressions, counting under your breath, your movements precise but desperate.

“Come on… come on…” you whisper, your voice cracking just slightly.

Jungwon watches for a brief moment, then steps in to assist, swallowing hard as he follows your lead.

Minutes pass, but the monitor doesn’t change.

The sound remains flat as your movements slow down.

The weight of the silence settles heavily in the room, no one daring to speak. For a moment, you just stare at the monitor, as if waiting for it to change. It doesn’t.

You inhale slowly, forcing yourself to straighten.

“Time of death,” you say, your voice quieter now, but steady as you glance at the clock. “4:56 pm.”

The baby’s cries echo faintly from across the room, a sharp contrast to the stillness surrounding you.

You turn your head towards Jungwon, your expression composed, but your eyes betray a flicker of something deeper.

“Transfer the baby to the newborn unit,” you instruct. “Go with the nurses.”

Jungwon nods, swallowing hard as two nurses carefully prepare the infant.

He hesitates for just a moment, looking back at you, before following them out.

You exhaled deeply, looking at the patient lying before you. Then you instructed the nurses on what to do with the body, ending with, “I’ll go inform her husband.”

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Pushing the operating room doors open, you stepped out into the hallway. The bright lights feel harsher now, the noise around you dull and distant. Across from you, her husband sits in the waiting area. The moment he sees you, he stands up quickly.

“Doc… how are they?” he asks as you approach.

You take a slow breath, steadying yourself, gathering the courage to say the words.

“I’m sorry, sir… but your wife didn’t make it,” you say quietly.

His shoulders drop as he looks down, his composure breaking as he starts to cry.

“…And the baby?” he asked after a moment, wiping at his tears.

“She’s alive,” you reply gently. “They’ve taken her to the newborn unit. I’ll let you know when it’s okay for you to visit.”

He nods weakly, trying to hold himself together.

“I’m… I’m sorry again for your loss,” you add, trying to sound professional despite the lump in your throat.

“It’s okay,” he said, though his voice trembles. “At least… at least you saved our baby. Thank you for that.”

You nod, offering a small, sympathetic smile as he turns and walks away, his steps heavy and unsteady.

You know it wasn't your fault, but deep down you still feel disappointed in yourself for not saving her.

As a doctor, moments like these are inevitable. But for you, it has only happened six times, including today. You always do your best to save your patients’ lives and you usually succeed. So when the worst happens, you can’t help but feel responsible, as if the loss was yours to carry.

You step aside, pressing a hand lightly against the wall as you take in a sharp breath. Tears begin to fall, quiet at first, then harder as the memory resurfaces, your patient’s face, the way she looked at you, trusting you when you promised to save both her and her baby.

“Y/N?” You heard someone call and you look up to see Sunghoon. You stared at him for a while, your expression a mix of surprise and nervous at the thought of him seeing your vulnerable side.

“Sunghoon, I—”

Before you can finish, he closes the distance and pulls you into a gentle embrace. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, guiding it to rest against his shoulder, while the other slowly rubs your back.

“Shh… it’s okay,” he murmurs softly. “You don’t have to explain anything.” He holds you carefully, like you might fall apart at any second.

You stayed like that for a while, crying into his shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around you.

You’re not sure how, but the simple gesture made you feel safe. The comfort you didn’t even realize you needed is suddenly there, steady and warm, easing the tightness in your chest little by little.

“I couldn’t save her,” you manage to say, your voice breaking as you pull away slightly, shaking your head. “I tried… but it wasn’t enough.”

“Hey, look at me.”

His hands gently cups your cheeks, guiding your gaze back to his.

“It’s not your fault,” he says softly. “It never was. So don’t blame yourself for what happened. You did everything you could.” His voice remains calm, comforting. “I’m like that too, I don’t always get to save my patients. But what matters is that you tried. That’s what counts.”

You swallow, nodding slowly as his words sink in.

“You’re right. Thank you,” you whisper.

He gives you a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t have to thank me. Just know that I’m always here for you.”

Your breath catches at that.

Your brows knit slightly as you search his face, trying to find even the slightest hint that he’s joking, but there’s nothing. Just sincerity, clear and unwavering in his eyes.

“Sunghoon…” you murmur.

“Yeah?” he responds, tilting his head slightly.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you ask quietly. “I’ve been a jerk to you these past few weeks but you’re still here, comforting me.”

Your gaze drops again, guilt creeping in.

“I don’t think I deserve your kindness… or even your friendship.”

Sunghoon shakes his head almost immediately. He lifts your chin gently with his finger, making you look at him again.

“I don’t care about the past few weeks,” he said. “You needed someone, so I came.”

Something in your chest stirs at that, soft and unfamiliar, yet overwhelming all at once. Your lips tremble slightly as your eyes begin to sting again.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

Before he can respond, you step forward and wrapped your arms around him once more, holding him tighter this time.

Sunghoon lets out a soft chuckle, clearly caught off guard, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he gently pats your back, his touch warm and reassuring as you cling to him.

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The next day after the incident, you, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Chaewon went out to eat together. It was Sunghoon’s idea, he said it might help cheer you up after everything that happened.

You sat at the table with Chaewon beside you and Sunghoon across from you.

As you waited for your food, you glanced at him and smiled. “Sunghoon, thank you for this. I really needed it. I’m glad to have a friend like you.”

Then you looked over at Chaewon and Sunoo. “And you guys too.”

“Aww, no problem, babes. We’re always here to cheer you up,” Chaewon replied, wrapping an arm around you in a side hug.

“Friends?” Sunoo suddenly echoed, glancing at Sunghoon from the corner of his eye.

You blinked, confused.

“Oh– I mean… yeah, you’re welcome,” he quickly corrected, offering an awkward smile.

Before you could question it further, the food arrived, filling the table and momentarily shifting everyone’s attention.

The conversation died down as you all started eating, the clinking of utensils replacing it.

A few minutes in, Sunoo suddenly stood up.

“I just need to go to the restroom,” he said casually, then turned to Sunghoon. “Come with me.”

Before Sunghoon could even react, Sunoo was already pulling him up from his seat. Sunghoon barely had time to set his fork down, looking completely caught off guard as he was dragged along.

You watched them walk away, brows slightly furrowed.

“What was that about?” Chaewon asked.

You shrugged, just as confused. “I have no idea.”

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As you walked back to the hospital, you decided to bring up what happened earlier.

“So… are you going to tell me what that was about, or am I supposed to pretend it was nothing?” you asked, glancing at Sunghoon.

“What? That?” Sunghoon replied casually, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Sunoo was just overreacting about something.”

“Really…” you said, clearly unconvinced. “What kind of something?”

He rolled his eyes slightly, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “It’s just between me and him. Don’t worry. I’ll tell you if it ever concerns you.”

You let out a quiet sigh, deciding not to push further. “Okay, fine. I’ll believe you. As long as it’s not about a secret crush or anything, then I’m out.”

“What?” Sunghoon suddenly said, a bit too quickly.

You frowned, studying his reaction. “Huh…?” Then it clicked. “Wait… I’m right?”

“N-no, you’re not,” he denied, but the tips of his ears turned noticeably red.

A laugh slipped out of you. “Hey, relax. I won’t tell anyone,” you said, nudging him lightly. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

He glanced at you, still unsure whether to believe you.

“I think I already have an idea who it is,” you added, a teasing smile forming. “And don’t worry, I support you.”

“Oh…” Sunghoon exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “T– thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied with a small smile.

You looked away after that, your chest tightening just a little, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Relief, because Sunghoon trusted you with something so personal, and disappointment, because you hadn’t expected him to like Wonyoung back.

You thought you had successfully buried those feelings long ago, but hearing him admit he had a crush still stung more than you were willing to admit.

It’s fine, you told yourself. As long as you stayed good friends, that would be enough.

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The fluorescent lights in the doctors’ lounge felt harsher than usual.

Maybe it was the hour. Maybe it was the exhaustion settling deep into your bones. Or maybe it was the way the numbers on the chart in front of you refused to make sense no matter how many times you read them.

Beside you, the cup of coffee you bought earlier had long gone lukewarm.

You reached for it anyway, bringing it to your lips in a half-hearted attempt to wake yourself up.

The bitter taste lingered, but it did little to chase away the heaviness in your eyes. If anything, it only reminded you how tired you really were.

You blinked once. Twice.

Still, the words blurred.

With a quiet sigh, you leaned back slightly in your chair, pressing your fingers against your temple as if that would somehow force your mind to cooperate. It didn’t. If anything, the silence of the room only made your thoughts louder and harder to ignore.

You didn’t even realize you were staring blankly at the same line for the past five minutes.

“You’re going to misread that.”

The voice came from behind you, calm and familiar, cutting through your haze like it always did.

You didn’t turn immediately. Instead, you let out a small breath, somewhere between a tired laugh and defeat.

“I’m not,” you muttered weakly, eyes still on the chart. “I’m just… taking my time.”

There was a pause. Then the sound of footsteps, slow, unhurried, coming closer.

“You’ve been ‘taking your time’ on the same page since I got here,” he replied.

You finally turned, meeting Sunghoon’s gaze. His expression wasn’t mocking, nor was it particularly soft, it was something in between, the kind you had learned to read over the years. Observant. Quietly concerned.

You straightened a little in your seat, as if that alone could prove your point.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though even you could hear how unconvincing it sounded.

His eyes flickered briefly to the untouched coffee beside you, then back to your face.

“You didn’t even finish that,” he pointed out.

You glanced at the cup, then away. “It’s not working,” you admitted under your breath.

That was when his expression shifted, just slightly.

“…Come on.”

You frowned slightly. “What?”

“Come on,” he repeated, already turning away as if he expected you to follow.

You stared at his back for a second, then let out a quiet sigh before pushing your chair back. The legs scraped softly against the floor as you stood, grabbing your coat almost out of habit.

“Where are we going?” you asked, trailing after him.

“Fresh air,” he said simply. “Since that clearly isn’t working.”

You glanced back once at the abandoned cup of coffee on the table before following him out.

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The hallway was quieter than usual.

Your footsteps echoed faintly against the polished floors, falling into rhythm with his. Neither of you spoke, and yet the silence felt… comfortable. Familiar. It wrapped around the two of you like something well-worn, something neither of you questioned anymore.

The elevator ride was short.

You leaned lightly against the wall, arms loosely crossed, your head tilting back just enough for your eyes to close for a second. The hum of the elevator was almost lulling, dangerously so.

“You’re actually going to fall asleep standing up,” Sunghoon muttered.

You opened one eye lazily. “I’m not that far gone.”

He didn’t respond, but you felt his gaze stayed on you for a brief moment.

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The rooftop door creaked softly as he pushed it open.

The moment you stepped out, the cold night air hits your face, sharp and refreshing. It stole the warmth lingering on your skin and replaced it with something clearer.

You inhaled deeply.

And for the first time in hours, your head felt lighter.

“…Okay,” you admitted, stepping forward. “That actually helped.”

The wind picked up slightly, brushing past you and tugging at the edges of your coat. Fabric shifted, swaying gently with each passing breeze, the night wrapping itself around you in quiet movements.

You walked towards the railing, resting your hands against the cool metal as you looked out at the city below. Lights flickered in the distance, cars moving like slow, distant streams.

For a moment, everything felt far away.

“Thanks for this,” you said softly.

No response.

You glanced over your shoulder.

Sunghoon stood a few steps behind you, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, his posture relaxed but his gaze wasn’t on the view.

It was on you.

You turned slightly, brows knitting together. “What?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he took a step closer.

Then another.

The faint sound of his shoes against the concrete felt louder than it should have, each step closing the space between you until he was standing beside you, closer than usual.

Close enough for you to notice the way the wind shifted his hair slightly.

Close enough to see the way his eyes caught the city lights.

The way they seemed to twinkle, just barely, as he looked at you, not distant, but focused in a way that made your chest tighten without warning.

Something in your expression must have changed, because his gaze softened a little.

“You know, lately…” he began slowly, his voice lower now, steadier but heavier somehow. “I’ve been noticing things I didn’t before.”

Your breath hitched, just slightly.

“I thought it was nothing,” he continued. “I told myself it didn’t matter.” Then he took another step closer.

You didn’t move.

“But it keeps coming back,” he said, softer now. “No matter how much I try to ignore it.”

Your heart was beating faster now, louder than the wind, louder than your thoughts.

You couldn’t look away, not when he was standing this close, not when his voice sounded like that.

“Look, Y/N…” he said, your name quieter than you had ever heard it from him.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something—”

A sharp sound cut through the air.

Your phone rang.

The sudden noise felt almost too loud in contrast to the stillness that had built up around you. You flinched slightly, breaking eye contact as you reached into your pocket.

Jungwon’s name flashes on your caller ID the moment you pick up.

Before you can even speak, his voice comes through urgently. “Y/N, there’s a woman in active labor with complications. We need you here now.”

“Okay, I’m coming,” you reply, your voice cutting through the quiet rooftop.

The wind is still, almost cruelly calm compared to the urgency in his tone.

You turn to Sunghoon, and for a brief second, your expression softens with guilt. “There’s an emergency. You can tell me that next time, okay?”

“Oh… okay,” he says quietly, the disappointment flickering across his face before he can hide it.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” you add, already stepping back.

And just like that, you’re gone.

Sunghoon watches as you rush towards the door, your coat trailing behind you, footsteps echoing sharply before fading completely into the hospital corridor.

The rooftop falls silent again.

He stays there for a moment longer, unmoving, the wind brushing through his hair as if time itself has slowed down just for him.

A small breath escapes him, almost a sigh, as he looks at the empty space where you were standing just seconds ago.

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author's note: wow, 12K words, this is actually my first time writing a fic that reached this word count

i really enjoyed writing this, which is probably why it ended up this long haha. as a med student myself, i got especially excited while writing the medical parts. and i think this is, by far, my favorite fic that I’ve written so far

i hope you were able to read it until the end >< even if it didn’t fully meet your expectations, i genuinely did my best to pour my heart into this fic (which i think i somehow did hehe)

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۶ৎ── 「 ❛❛ LIFE AND DEATH ❞ 」

˚⊹︰PART ONE ── 「 𝓨.𝓙𝓦 」

ᯓ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊.ᐟ SYNOPSIS: After shooting down Grim Reaper Yang Jungwon's ego, he made sure he would never see you, a Soul Bearer, again. However, when the land is infected with freak accidents that seem too much like murder, everyone around him suggests following the centuries-old prophecy. It would be no problem if it didn't include uniting with the very person that he loathed──You, and taking a life-altering gamble just to solve who is taking innocent lives. As much as you and him hold a grudge against each other, will duty keep you apart or will they see past each other's differences, and create a spark?

ᯓ. ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ PAIRING: 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻! 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!

ᯓ. ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ WARNING: death, murder, eventual smut (but only 2 scenes lmao and nowhere in the beginning. Individual warnings will be given in the chapter), politics, arranged marriage, lots of angst if I'm honest, MAGIC. MDNI 𖹭.ᐟ

ᯓ. ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ NOTES: The first chapter is out!!! I took too long to write this but, forgive me, I was deadass having the FATTEST writer's block. And I genuinely don't like some of this chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I got inspired by that one picture, and I decided it was TIME to write a hot, angry Jungwon. Some of the stuff about souls and stuff is based on my own upbringing, but some of it i MADE IT UP. I am going on holiday, but I will try and write the other chapters, too!! ENJOY <3

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YANG JUNGWON HAD NO TIME FOR PETTY CIRCUMSTANCES.

Not before and especially not now, when everyone in his path repulsed his figure and became one with the walls of the courthouse.

And Yang Jungwon found it was the bare minimum if he wasn’t so pissed about today’s agenda.

Yang Jungwon was a Grim Reaper. Not just any Grim Reaper—he was the heir to the highest-ranking Lineage of Grim Reapers.

Jungwon’s bloodline assembled the first-ever ancestors that held Death in the palm of their hands and delivered disconnected souls to a place far away. As one can imagine, descendants arrived, they became Reapers and gained top rank by the time other Death Lineages were introduced into the past century.

The lethal reputation was carved into stone, gifted everyone a deep fear around Reapers, and eventually created an expected division among those who didn’t have a gifted Lineage.

Alas, Reapers had to do what they had to do.

As the newer century passed, the Grim Reaper Association—GRA—had formed in hopes of organising and documenting the deaths taken, any prompt for investigation, or for court trials.

Yang Jungwon had the last one—the least exciting option.

The last thing he wanted to do was debate whether he could do his job of taking a soul. His whole life revolved around knowing when a body was ready for death, not for battling it. Jungwon could read a fading heartbeat when close, so getting a court case was an insult to his work.

In the case, a middle-aged man had a terrible accident and sustained injuries all over, enough for him to fall into the fragile hands of a coma. Six months was the monitoring period for a body to be observed, but after that? Grim Reapers would get involved.

Jungwon had his head straight and was happy to take the soul and gain a rank. But then, a dispute had landed in his office, infuriatingly so.

An abominable dispute challenged his objective. It meant having to go to court and contest whether to pull life support or keep the man steady in sleep.

It dampened his whole week.

Even now, as he left behind the crowd cursing him out at the front, Jungwon strolled by the court walls like it was his crafted path, knowing exactly where to go. The public meant nothing to him because, to them, he was a heartless monster that fed off people’s souls.

Of course, Jungwon didn’t feed off souls. He had no care for who he took and what happened once he closed the doors, so he really felt all those insults bounce off his back.

He trained for that. Every acidic remark thrown, he learned to wash it off before it could ever burn. He had to. When being the heir to taking over the GRA, it was key to tune out everyone’s useless opinions and go with his gut. And his gut was where his duty was shaped.

His father, Yang Jihoon, taught him that. He ingrained it in Jungwon’s head. And he was supposed to be here.

The hallway was filled with several court officials talking among clients, but none were his father. Despite the push to learn punctuality, his father never practised it.

Whatever. Jungwon sauntered to his assigned courtroom and pushed the doors open to the grand, brown interior.

There was a raised platform at the front for the judge, two long tables parallel to each other from opposite sides of the room, and the lower gallery consisted of seats arranged in rows until it hit the main door. The upper panel had glass windows to accommodate more secretive observers.

It wasn’t empty. Among the lower gallery, a woman who matched the victim’s age sat with her shoulders hunched, eyes cloudy with grief. She looked as if she was curling into a seated, dejected ball. Beside her was an elderly couple, whom he only assumed to be the parents. In a mirroring figure, they leaned on each other, frowns anchored with apprehension.

Jungwon paid them no mind as he sat down, finally setting his eyes on who dared to dispute his claim. Except he paused the stream of thoughts when he saw you.

You sat with perfectly aligned shoulders controlled beneath the smoothest white shirt he had ever seen. Those were tucked into the baby blue skirt reaching the top of your knees. The pleats looked strictly ironed and straight. And he almost scoffed at the white stockings with matching pale blue bows delicately atop your knees like you were pulling attention in the little ways. Your shoes weren’t dramatic. They were reserved flats that probably swallowed sounds before they made one.

You didn’t stop writing. Your pen flew across the paper, writing some nonsense, he imagined, and didn’t take a break. Not even to look at him.

Jungwon slowly frowned a fraction, his own index finger tapping the table methodically as he processed the strict line of your lips and how your eyes simply followed the flow of the ink. It felt unnerving. So, he tapped into your heartbeat.

Easygoing pace with a slight hitch, as if it knew it was being spied on. Jungwon couldn’t spot the nervousness on your face if that was what your heart was translating. It confused him, so he glanced to where your right hand was adorned with a spiral of gems coloured baby blue and pink before it shaped a heart, and extended into rings that hugged each finger.

Jungwon tilted his head. On his own fidgeting hand, there was a metal cuff, running with black runes beneath that spoke of the deaths it aided. His own cuff grew out, extended into rings for each finger. It was where his scythe stayed when he didn’t want it present. It gravely helped with walking around in public without conjuring fear.

The only difference between him and you was that you were a Soul Bearer.

The exact opposite to who he was.

Instead of taking life, they delivered them; instead of scanning heartbeats, they sensed emotion through the ripple and weight of energy; they also boosted souls and encouraged them back into bodies, bringing colour to cheeks again.

Jungwon loathed them because they brought him here. To this arid courtroom where it reeked of tears and bad news.

It didn’t disturb you in the slightest. Uninterrupted, you kept scribing whatever nonsense, possibly breaking down whatever hurdle he was about to chuck your way. As if you knew.

How stupid.

Jungwon halted the finger tapping and opened his laptop, beginning to open his notes and read them with burning eyes. This particular time, he felt like he was going to have to recite everything verbatim to break through that stoic shield of yours.

Eventually, court officials lined the benches, had their notepads out, and the writers were organised. The judge had her glasses on, making everyone rise before it all commenced.

A flicker brewed in Jungwon’s nerves, making his fingers dance again. Cooling it down, he stood and walked around to present his argument. Only then did you meet his gaze.

Oh, you had this stupidly sweet gaze, scanning him so thoroughly as if he was a dream all in your head. But his feline eyes were heavy with his own judgement as it carved into your skin, taking in your features for memory. Finally, you surrendered back to rewriting the ink on your paper.

Jungwon refrained from a smug smirk and faced the judge instead of the grieving family. He learned the hard way that facing the gallery earned a strong tide of glares as a Grim Reaper.

“I will repeat the rule for everyone that the hospital has set forth,” Jungwon said, not bothering to face you, who probably knew this fact already. “The hospital has a six-month period where the patient is monitored while comatose. After that, Grim Reapers are allowed to take the soul once it reaches six months.”

Someone sniffled in the room, and pens scribbled on paper.

“Under the Grim Reaper’s Association, I argue that keeping him in the hospital will not benefit him any further.” He cast a final look at the judge. The heartbeats around him practically hammered with disagreement and hidden insults, but Jungwon sat back down and let his words sink in.

Logical and curt. His very way of working.

The counterargument started with you. The flats made no sound, gaze drifting to the crowd rather than to him. A tactic he found didn’t work in his favour. For you, however, the elderly couple and wife had a sparkle in their teary eyes. In your hand was a pen, thumb repeatedly rubbing the lid to occupy your nervous tick.

Your heartbeat, he found, was still being restrained with great effort.

“Mr Kim suffered several injuries in the car accident,” you began, the cadence of your voice reserved, a practised path with no gaps between. “However, over the months, he has displayed great improvement. His wounds are healing, and his vitals are stable.”

Repeating the case—also another strategy you put forth to remind everyone why you weren’t the ‘bad’ one here.

“His soul, as Reapers and Bearers can see, is still connected to him. Keeping him alive is a perfect opportunity to encourage his soul to return to the body. We have a specialised ward for it, which my family primarily work in,” you explained, growing more firm. Then, you finally hooked your attention on him, your thumb now harshly digging into the ridge of the pen lid.

His gaze was obsidian and endless, and staring would only lose your train of thought. Apart from his subtle frown, you squared your shoulders a little and faced the contempt sewn into his brows.

“I agree that six months is the observational period; however, with Mr Kim’s improvement, he can gain a sense of his soul again. It is the last step,” you said, trying very hard to stay on his gaze. It was like a black flame that you had never seen before, but you were too afraid to explore.

Jungwon didn’t move to make a note. He was too busy dealing with your hidden audacity to spell this case out for him with baby steps. He understood all of this, of course, but keeping a corpse in a ward was hardly productive. The thought was cruel and strict, but he knew nothing other than that.

“For patients that do not improve, it is another situation entirely. For Mr Kim, it is a chance. And, I think his family would be pleased that this last step is the one to take, and the one that could break his coma.” You finally swerved gazes to the judge, smiling a little before sitting down.

Jungwon felt like your argument wasn’t even much. It was a few sentences bedazzled with empathy before being given to the gallery and court officials to write.

His heart began to drum with animosity. It was a speed he couldn’t chain back, and it ran against his ribs. Not because you were better, but because he felt as if everyone else was going to side with you. There was no jury, but he had a gut feeling that wrapped ivy around his spine.

No. He shoved that whole feeling beneath soil and mentally stomped on it. You were just a glorified empath.

As the minutes ticked on, you and Jungwon were heaving arguments back and forth. You, however, had thorns gradually growing in your tone. Each piece he gave, you returned it with another sharp counterattack, and you were growing sulky, even. He had focused too much on the sunken brows that aided your frustration with him, and the way you met his gaze head-on with a crash when talking back to him.

That initial restrained heartbeat was slower now, but burned strong with annoyance.

“If he wanted to come back to his body, his soul would’ve returned and awakened him.”

“A wound does not heal so easily either.”

“There are no specific steps to bring a soul back except by healing. And there is no guarantee there either.” Jungwon’s gaze narrowed.

“Lord Yang, what benefit does taking a soul away do other than giving you an increase of rank?” You glared at him, all soft fury with a tone that skidded against his ears. Your heartbeat fluttered, sinking once more with the light downturn of your lip.

Jungwon had his comment ready. Leaning forward with those feline eyes full of hollow understanding, he spoke.

“Lady Sim, I would love to give a lecture on my job and how it helps our nation, but the hour is coming to an end. All I have to say is that I abide by the rules given.” He sat back with his relaxed, intertwined fingers on his lap, smug. “That is the strongest argument one can give.”

That last comment forced you to avert your burning eyes to the ink on the page, recalling the calm strokes you had written before getting all worked up.

Recess arrived shortly after that. It was a thirty-minute period that allowed Jungwon to sit in a room with bare, cream walls, a few couches, and a huge window broadcasting bobbing flowers and a trickling fountain in silence.

All too idyllic for such a place adopting stress, he thought.

The door opened behind the armchair he rested on.

“Son!” His father’s voice flinched him from the calm petals.

“Father.” Jungwon nodded. Jihoon was slightly taller and wore the routine blue blazer and pants with a jolly stroke of colour on his face. His features were a frame for innate joy and twin dimples.

“Soul Bearer case?” Jihoon asked, sitting down opposite Jungwon.

To that, he nodded, the initial exasperation filling his head with aggravating smoke. “A waste of time, really?”

“She’s just doing her job, Son.”

“Taking up hospital beds with corpses is not productive in any sense,” Jungwon corrected, flexing his cuffed hand as if he could imagine his scythe’s hunger for a soul. Calming that pang into a gentle ache, Jungwon sighed, staring once more at the silent nature outside.

“Don’t be envious, Won. It is not a good sight on you.”

“I always look like this.” Jungwon raised a bitter brow.

“Exactly.” Jihoon raised his brows in return, making Jungwon realise that his parental figure was not so serious about this. Jungwon wished he could be as loose, but that was all before when expectations weren’t premature, and when duty had a schedule.

“I was watching,” Jihoon added impishly.

“You did?” Jungwon inquired. That didn’t help alleviate the pressure to win.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, face turning a little brave as he spared a glance at Jungwon. “And, I must say, she is quite a match—”

“Father,” Jungwon said with a deep, contemptuous sigh. “Not this again.”

Jihoon pursed his lips, trying very hard to choose his words without it blowing a fuse in the process. “I never said anything about the prophecy.”

“You were thinking it,” Jungwon exclaimed, gesturing wildly with a single hand. “You made that face.”

“I did not.”

“You did. You did that stupid thing with your lips,” Jungwon pointed out, eyes shiny with pins of refusal. Jihoon broke into a sigh.

“Can you blame me? You are the heir to the highest-ranking Death Lineage, and Lady Sim Y/n happens to be the highest-ranking Soul Bearer,” Jihoon explained, voice lowering from that joy to something stern. “I did my research in the session.”

Jungwon wasn’t having it as his cuffed hand flexed into a fist, determined to cling to his refusal. “You are depending on a centuries-long prophecy that has barely come to fruition. What makes you think it is me and… her?”

“You two are alike,” Jihoon countered.

“We absolutely are not!” Jungwon argued, suddenly on his feet. It was probably getting late. Desperate to escape his dad, he glanced at the clock and walked with relief when he noticed that recess was coming to an end. He yanked the door open.

“I need to go, Father. The Judge would have declared a verdict now.”

“I will come with you,” his father said, already on his feet and out the door before Jungwon could blink.

As Jungwon watched his jolly father walk further away, he prayed that he would win.

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

JUNGWON LOST.

The Judge kept going with his announcement. Jungwon was sure he hadn’t heard it right, but then he glanced at the family cooped in the one row flooded with relief. They had burst to their feet, rushed to the barrier, and began to thank you profusely.

A heavy denial wedged in between his ribs and stayed like a sore thumb. However, he had the habit of watching.

You smiled gently at the family, shaking their hands. Underneath, your heartbeat was a swift flutter of disbelief and happiness all at once. It began to soar while Jungwon’s heart found the common, raging rhythm, bumping with that wedge of incredulity that the verdict stabbed him with.

You dipped your head to the family, barely glanced at Jungwon, and then smiled at the Judge. As quick as that, you slipped through the staff door, disappearing like smoke after setting his whole mind on fire.

What just happened?

Jungwon hadn’t failed ever since his first trial. And that was when he was of age—eighteen. Back then, he had been under the brunt of every learned rule, every cold emotion at his first trial. Ultimately, the lack of balance had tipped him off the scale, making his delivery messy.

He had learned from that. The mistakes were studied, then erased from history because he didn’t lose one after that. Some trials consisted of investigations rather than tangling with the public’s hearts. Regardless, he had a vow.

He never lost.

Now, it was unravelling because of you. A crack in the canvas.

Jungwon stormed into the hallway, pins pricking his spine that made him want to swallow a cigarette so he could numb his blood. His father appeared by his side, matching his furious pace.

They reached the glass exit to the sprightly city where, beyond the tree line, the city bustled under a clear, blue sky. People wandered in or out of the courthouse, navigating their own proficient jobs and lives.

Jihoon stopped Jungwon from abusing any more of the floor by hooking a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You are taking this too harshly.”

Jungwon loathed that tone. It was bubble wrap for delicate situations, but Jungwon was not that. He preferred it if his father told him off for losing. He needed that lash of discipline.

“It’s not a success, is it?” Jungwon asked, sardonic as he met his father’s searching gaze.

“It was not totally useless,” Jihoon said, resigned. Jungwon glared at his father’s gabble.

“You are hopeless. This prophecy—”

“Are you saying it is fake?” Jihoon raised a brow.

Jungwon stayed silent, his jaw clenching gradually, teetering between telling his father off or being respectful. Then, he thinned his lips, glancing outwards again.

“I didn’t say that.”

The prophecy his father was infatuated with was made by a man centuries ago, claiming that two opposites would unite. Specifically, it was Life and Death. And when they did have a union, it would unlock a secret ability.

What that ability was—nobody knew.

So, it was a dangerous gamble.

“I just think that being too optimistic about something so old will do no good. Save those prayers for useful things. It could have been for my trial, but that did not come true,” Jungwon said, tilting his head with knives glinting in his eyes.

Then, before his father could stop him, Jungwon descended the stairs to where his car pulled up. Black and sleek with tinted windows when the sun was too much.

“You never know!” Jihoon said, chasing after him.

Jungwon entered the car and closed it in his father’s face.

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

“A little birdie told me you won against Death himself.”

Your brother, Jaeyun, was following around with sparkles for eyes, fluffy hair, and a bright smile. However, you had no time for him right now.

Currently, you were working a shift in the Healer’s ward of the hospital, holding your tablet at the reception counter. It was fairly quiet for now, but you knew someone was bound for an emergency, and you needed your mind set before it happened. It was a trait grown through months of doing this profession.

Jaeyun wasn’t helping when he was constantly reminding you of that court trial. It was such a dream. Sure, you had delivered a stitched explanation, but beneath the mask, you were made of loose seams and tattered explanations. Usually, doing court trials didn’t bring erratic nerves, but Yang Jungwon was a star in the universe of court trials. So, finding out you were against him had forced all your thoughts to be shot clean.

“Don’t ignore me, Y/nie,” he said, leaning on the counter next to your tablet.

“Who was your birdie?” You asked, sparing a swift glance, but scrolling harder on the screen, barely reading the words.

“My husband,” Jaeyun answered with a pearly smile.

That halted your scrolling, shooting a bewildered gaze at your brother. “Please stop calling Heeseung that.”

Jake grinned, adjusting his glasses. “Nope! Heeseung is my friend, brother, and husband—”

Your brows sank with a thousand confused questions. “Brother and husband?”

“Trust me. Heeseung wouldn’t even mind,” Jake affirmed before his gaze was over your shoulder, eyes lighting up with recognition.

Heeseung had burgundy hair flopping around his sweet, doe-brown eyes where starry thoughts were born. He wore the same, neutral uniform, white and baby blue, and his wand, which had been in his hand, began to crumble into a magic mist and slither back into a cuff atop his wrist. He leaned on the same counter your crisis was short-circuiting.

“I heard my name,” Heeseung said, leaning beside you. You frowned.

“You told Jake about my trial? You were there?” You asked sulkily.

“I was actually in the upper panel. I told them I was a past client that felt too grateful to skip a trial,” Heeseung said proudly, brows raising. Jake was easily impressed, but you scoffed, nudging Heeseung with a soft palm.

“You could have told them you were my friend?”

“I like the back story—the flair it gives me,” he replied, chuckling. Both men laughed at either side of you. It was disgustingly romantic.

“Fine. I battled Lord Yang,” you began quietly, remembering the dips of anxiety you had fallen into through the court session.

“You make it sound like he tried to take you out with his scythe,” Jake mused, impish.

“It felt like it,” you shot back, nudging Jake away as he grinned like a daisy.

“You actually did really well. I couldn’t tell you wanted to die,” Heeseung commented casually. He recalled the sediments of control fueled into your straight posture, the tone of metal certainty, and your perfect reasoning. It was a win, he thought.

While you could tick the good points of the whole thing, Jungwon’s midnight glare distanced you the whole time. In fact, you were glad your skin was still intact after the whole thing. Mainly because you had lost the anxious edge in the last quarter of that argument. The rage shielded it.

Getting that exact verdict had switched the apprehension back on. You had never packed so quickly in your life.

“I never want to do that again. Nor meet him,” you admitted, rubbing the side of your head to erode the memory.

Heeseung made a sound of disagreement, crossing his arms like he just pulled a memory back into vision. You and Jake both glanced hastily.

“What?” You said, a twinge of horror twisting in your voice.

“Senior Lord Yang, his dad, by the way, was sitting across me in the upper panel. And he kept looking at you, Y/n,” Heeseung explained, eyebrows wiggling suggestively with a goofy grin.

This was going somewhere awful already. “So?”

“Don’t you know who Dada Yang is?” Heeseung asked, brows furrowed in a sudden second.

“Don’t call him that, Seung.” You grimaced.

Jake completely ignored you. “Dada Yang is the top Lord of Death. Lord Jungwon is his only heir as of now. And he is of age.” He glanced at your increasingly gloomy face. “Lord Yang Jungwon is twenty-two.”

“And you are twenty-one,” Heeseung said like clockwork. This just went downhill easily.

Their talk made your smile stiff, the appreciation for their stupid facts dying on the spot. “Guys—”

“You could be the one—” Jake tried to say.

You slammed a tempered hand on the counter, flinching both Jake and Heeseung out of their seesaw of a conversation. Both turned with bewildered gazes, clearly lacking your perspective. You straightened with locked shoulders and exasperated brows.

“No. I am not the ‘one’, okay?” You began quietly. “Quoting something so old and ridiculous is out of the question. You sound like our parents,” you chastised Jake, picking up your tablet.

It completely flew over Jake’s head. “Y/n, you can’t deny that this could be real. We deliver souls to pregnant women with wands. I don’t think anything is too ‘ridiculous’.”

“How many times have Soul Bearers and Grim Reapers tried to come together, only for the lineages never to come to fruition?” You asked them, tablet held with paling knuckles. When you received silence, you resolutely continued. “Right. There has not been any circumstance like that. Because of that, there was never a successful union.”

Heeseung and Jake stayed silent, slowly deflating from their sky-high ideas. Mischief, however, danced in Jake’s eyes as he leaned on the counter. You sulked.

“You never know!”

“Jake!”

He put his hands up in surrender. “I’m saying the truth!”

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

THE PARKS WERE A CONSTANT PRESENCE IN JUNGWON’S MANOR.

Specifically, Park Jongseong, who was witty and goal-oriented; those qualities clashed with his premature trigger that would act before he fully thought.

With him were his parents. Lady Somin and Lord Sehyun were a constant force existing throughout his life. For as long as Jungwon could remember, the Parks were a second set of parents from another tree. They were so closely entwined with the Yangs that they lived only yonder from the Yang Manor, separated simply by a cobblestone path.

Today, everyone gathered for tea in the Yang garden. It was behind the glorious manor that stood like a palace, underneath a cream marquee where manicured foliage was shaped up pillars, and where petals learned to keep off the path.

There was no use in these mundane tea moments. So, he was looking through some documentation on his tablet, still boiling from the court case from a week ago. He hadn’t seen you again, and hoped it would stay like that.

The tablet was suddenly snatched out of his arms. Jungwon jumped momentarily before snapping his eyes up, only to soften when he saw his beamy mother.

“Won Bon, you know there is no work talk at tea time,” she chastised gently, her voice the weight of petals. She faced the tablet down on the table.

Lady Jiwon, his kind and sensitive mother, was someone he couldn’t defy.

“Sorry, Mother,” he murmured. Jiwon smiled a sweet thing before sitting next to him. He could never get anything past her these days. Not even work.

Tea time was a sacred time where family bonded. It was her routine to gather everyone around this white-clothed table and talk about the most recent treasures of their lives. But the treasures were boring life events.

The glass doors to the garden opened, revealing Jihoon talking to the Parks with troubled voices.

Lord Sehyun wore something casual and meaningful, with his clean shirt and pants; Lady Somin wore her smooth gown with pin-straight black hair; Jongseong’s hair was loose, wearing all black, like Jungwon.

“Somin, was my husband keeping you late again?” Jiwon doted sweetly with a pearly smile.

Somin scoffed, subtly jabbing a thumb in her husband’s direction. “It is not all yours. My husband and Son are the same. They talk about work everywhere.”

“Just like Won Bon!” Jiwon exclaimed, nodding at Jungwon. The nickname was embarrassing despite being a source of warmth. He never told her off for it anymore. The last time he told her not to, she did it again in the next breath.

He acknowledged the Parks with a casual, murmured greeting. Then, everyone sat down in their designated spaces, letting maids pour beverages into ceramics before being left alone. His father’s frantic heartbeat was chasing something unknown, too panicked to be about something unserious. The tension tangled his father’s brows, and Jungwon couldn’t quite figure it out.

“What happened?” Jungwon asked first.

Jongseong quirked a half-impressed smile. “As diligent as ever.” He leaned in, some of that amusement draining away. “There have been bodies found near the border. And, I’m seeing a pattern.”

There had been a few souls he himself picked up before the GRA collected the body, but all that was on his confiscated tablet. From memory, the people that died had done so in freak accidents: a crushed skull here, an impaled body somewhere else, and all away from the heart of the city to where rurality made most of the location.

“I remember recording such,” Jungwon said, lifting his gaze thoughtfully. “I thought they had normal causes, non-suspicious, that is.”

“I know.” Jongseong hummed. “But all of them are near the borders. Suicide, accidents—but they all died near the same place.”

Good observation. The only detail was: where was Jongseong leading with this?

“What are you suggesting? Murder?” Jungwon asked, incredulous almost.

“It’s what the evidence dictates,” Jongseong affirmed, tension slithering into his brows. Another detail stabbed Jungwon out of the ludicrous conclusion.

Most of the people who died had nothing special to their name. They were people who barely belonged to a magical Lineage—were normal workers. They weren’t from the top of the economy or society.

“Those who died had completely normal lives. Who would want to murder them?” Jungwon let the question break the ‘no-work’ talk and displease his mother. She had gone quiet, but distaste radiated out of her tightly crossed arms.

“If it is murder, we need to investigate,” Jihoon said, tone dipping with worry.

Jongseong’s eyes gleamed with an idea. “I could ask the foreign bordering land,” he suggested. Jungwon hadn’t even processed it before Somin was nodding enthusiastically.

“That is smart. I have researcher friends on the other side. Fire Lineages,” she said, laying down the plan. “I have been meeting them a lot. They would happily house you, Jongie.”

Jungwon had one tiny protest. That proposition was based on no leads, motive, or even victims, as dark as it sounded. It was crossing a road blind for an inevitable car crash before the investigation even began.

“Before that,” Jungwon interrupted the Parks’ shared epiphany, “we need to check the areas and find clues. If it is a cause for concern, we can get the court involved—”

“Speaking of court,” Jongseong said, whipping his eyes towards Jungwon with mischief. He leaned forward, grinning in a way that made Jungwon rub his one temple. “You lost it against Soul Bearer Lady Sim!”

There it was. Jungwon exhaled something close to snapping as the Parks practically leaned over their spaces, gasping with too much curiosity for their own good. The avalanche of questions hit him instantly.

“I have heard of Lady Sim,” said Sehyun.

“She was impressive against our Jungwon,” his father rejoiced with celebration.

“Won Bon did well,” his mother chimed with glittering praise.

“Someone as powerful as her matches—” Jay had tried to say before Jungwon abruptly stood, eyes of oblivion icing each of their excited interjections into a stunned silence. Then, he slowly exhaled again.

“We are not going to talk about the prophecy.” Jungwon stabbed a stare into each person. “We are going to have tea and forget this conversation ever came up.”

He was embarrassed to say the least. His ego had taken a step down a huge ladder, and that was enough to crumble his sense of duty.

Jiwon slithered over the icy defence and tugged him back to his seat. Obedient, he did, but her lips were in a slight pout.

“Won Bon, we can not reject that prophecy. It is important. A tradition almost,” she explained, voice somehow flattening the jagged refusal frozen in his chest.

“I know,” he said with a sigh. “But centuries have passed, and nothing has flourished from it. Quite frankly, I am beginning to deny it.”

The table became smoky with a suffocating silence that drifted from his brittle confession. In that moment, Jiwon sent a desperate plea to her husband via their gazes. Jihoon exhaled, leaning forward with steepled fingers on the table.

“Look, Jungwon, it may not come true. I know. But if tension rises and we need a new ability, then it is going to have to be an option,” he declared in the voice that directed junior reapers to be merciless. Jungwon felt the small part of him shrink under his gaze.

He was of age. He always shaped himself for whatever form duty came as. But, marriage? To the person who sliced his ego within hours? It was a disturbing revelation he couldn’t settle with.

Marriage itself scared him. Having to care and tend to someone other than himself. The furthest he doted on someone was his mother and father. If anything happened to them, it would be a failure of his whole existence.

The prophecy sat on his mind, perched like a crow ready to pick at him at a ready moment.

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

IT HAD BEEN NINE DAYS SINCE YOU WON AGAINST JUNGWON IN THAT TRIAL.

Ever since then, you were working shift after shift. That had only been because there was an influx of bodies coming in, and then dying a few hours later when no one could save them. Grim Reapers came and went, and that had been the reminder of what you had won, and who you had shot down.

It was normal for Reapers to come to the ward you worked in, but there had been a cluster at the beginning of the week, discussing in a secret huddle before departing the Healer’s ward again. Not a single word to you. And even your parents were sceptical as to why they kept coming and going.

Today was a Sunday and still an awfully productive day.

The Healer’s ward had pale blue walls, warm lights sprinkling down the rooms, and beds kept together with a curtain separating each other. The beds had referred, unconscious patients sleeping on them, their souls on a clear display for Bearers.

One man had just been wheeled into the curtain section, and you were there, scrolling on your tablet, examining his details. The man was in his twenties, had a clean-cut wound to his side, which was thankfully stitched up before the man’s condition deteriorated, and he was very much passed out.

But not dead. His soul, in your eyes, was a flickering ball of smoke that glowed silver and blue, floating over the man like it was confused. It connected to the main by a wispy string that emerged from his chest.

Placing the tablet down, you conjured your wand from your right hand, the bracelet shifting colours until it formed. Your wand was pale blue and pink, bedazzled with shimmering gems climbing the wood until it hit the core. There, two clear bands spanned to a heart shape, which had wisps shifting within them. At the centre of the heart, a pink mist gem glowed with life even in shadows.

You had just about clutched it when a cold prickle suddenly arose at the back of your neck. In an instant, you whipped around and flinched as Jungwon appeared like lightning.

In all his glory, he stood over you with broad shoulders fitted in his charcoal Reaper attire, silver adorning his torso in small chains. His hair was wavy, falling just above his feline gaze where obsidian sat heavily with scrutiny, taking you in wholly. He held a scythe as tall as him, sharp-bladed and curved at the top, while the snath had a glassy texture with shadowy storms shifting underneath.

You swallowed, clutching your wand like a weapon at your tight chest. “Lord Yang?” You forced your shoulders to deflate.

Jungwon didn’t blink as he tried to match your initial encounter to the one right before him. Except, he was confused because they didn’t match at all.

“Lady Sim.” He nodded once without straying from the scrutiny.

He was still judging you, you noted.

“Can I help you with anything? You are in the Healer’s ward,” you said, steadying your voice from the initial icy anxiety. Jungwon raised an amused brow as he noted your nervous tics that jumped into your heartbeat.

How did he lose to you, he wondered.

“Yes. I assume you noticed the bodies coming into the hospital?” He asked, gaze travelling over the man behind you, and past the curtains, counting the exact number in this room alone without seeing them. His scythe was practically fuelling the innate urge to take the souls already.

Jungwon was a Grim Reaper—he couldn’t be blamed.

You nodded, trying to connect the dots. “Yes. I assume you know something?”

“There have been a few accidents recently. All around the border and without explanation. They died without witnesses and under abnormal circumstances,” he explained, nudging his chin to the man over your uniformed shoulder. The soul, to Jungwon, was a sphere carrying dark, shifting mist that he could gauge the weight of. More weight meant the soul bore too much to stay alive.

Jungwon wished it was, but you were right there with sympathy that he couldn’t be bothered to understand.

“So, are they victims of the same crime?” You asked curiously.

“From what I can see, possibly. Lord Jongseong and I are in charge of the case, but there hasn’t been much progress.” He stepped closer to the man, and you followed until you and he faced the victim. “I can never seem to get an actual statement. A very empty file, you could imagine.”

“You want to question him, then?” You inquired, wand already gleaming in your palms. Jungwon stood just at your shoulder, scythe distanced, and gave a simple nod for the go.

The tip of your wand levelled with the flickering, misty sphere, connecting to the threads of magic reaching your fingertips. The soul flickered again, hooking onto the wand’s core as you steadily guided it towards the man’s chest. The light disappeared into him, colour flourishing through his skin once more as you retracted your wand. The heart monitor was stable. You watched the man’s face intently for the slightest action.

After a few seconds, the man’s eyes fluttered open to the hospital ceiling with a foggy gaze. You were a blob of colour above him, shifting back to give him space. That movement itself exposed Jungwon and his friend. The mist left his vision when the dark, metal scythe undeniably came into view like an unsaid threat.

His eyes shot wide with panic, screaming.

Jungwon’s brows sank with offence. You gently pushed the man back into the bed, trying to hush his terror from reaching the other sleeping patients.

“Sir, you’re in the hospital,” you said over his pitchy breaths. He sputtered, pointing a shaky finger in the same direction, and you realised he was terrified of the scythe.

Jungwon was stony, not seeing the problem. You shot a desperate look.

“Can you put that away?” You asked deftly, shoulders deflating.

Jungwon sighed at the hindrance, but let the scythe fall to dark dust that ran up his fingers and formed the cuff again. Crossing his arms, totally unimpressed, he approached the cowering man hiding behind his blanket.

You rolled your eyes. Empathy wasn’t one of Jungwon’s pillars.

“Lord Yang is only here to question you,” you assured the man, peeling the blanket back a little. Instantly, he pulled it back to his chin, staring with wide, unbridled fear at Jungwon.

“So… I’m not dying?” He croaked.

“No, I’m not here for that,” Jungwon spoke, his voice a low tone of ridicule. “I need a statement from before you passed out.”

The man swallowed hard, eyes fluttering profusely as he sorted through the memories. Even then, there was a foggy confusion in place as he slumped into the bed. His anxiety practically rippled over your skin like a tide.

“I was taking a walk. I l-live near that path. I always took that path. And then, I felt something cold when I was about to enter the forest area.” He shuddered, eyes screwing shut as he relived the pain. “Something hit me from behind. And then… I woke up here.”

An attack, clearly. Aside from his initial theory of string suicides, this was the first person with an alternate reason. He wasn’t exactly relieved because if someone were having it out for random civilians, then fear would erupt from every corner of the land. On the other hand, keeping it a secret was just as dangerous.

“We shall let you rest, Sir,” you said softly before picking up your tablet and exiting his space. You drew the curtain shut behind Jungwon as he followed.

It was just you and him now.

His hand flexed, gaze drifting to the rest of the curtains within the room. A soul was dying. He knew you could feel it too. For you, it was a spark switching off in the circuit of your chest.

Jungwon glanced with a tinge of mockery. “Can I take the soul for death?” He asked, tilting his head in this infuriatingly smug way.

“Yes, you can,” you replied, voice sharpening. “I do, however, think you are a bit salty, Lord Yang.”

Your brief boldness stirred something in his hollow gaze. Straightening to his height, Jungwon returned your haughty stare with a burning one of his own. “Salty? No, I just want to do my job, Lady Sim.” He leaned in slightly, making you tip your chin to follow his mirrored stubbornness. “You wound me.”

Before you could react to his vain words, he walked past like a shadow, leaving you there with your own breath caught in the web of your chest.

What an asshole.

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

THE PARKS DID NOT HAVE GOOD NEWS.

“Lady Yunah threatened you?” Jungwon sighed, trying to decrypt what Lady Somin was doing. His fingers dug into the side of the armchair, anxiety brewing in small doses. Methodically, his index finger tapped the fancy fabric. “I thought it was a friendly talk?”

Somin sighed, sitting opposite Jungwon and his parents. “It was. But, you know how impulsive Jay is,” she explained with prickling guilt. It wasn’t good enough. He jeopardised a whole route Jungwon planned, and now, he had to craft another as if the week wasn’t busy enough.

“It sounded like an accusation, I have to admit,” she said, fiddling with her Reaper cuff snug on her wrist. She was here alone since Jongseong was still in the foreign land of fire and water, out for investigations.

Jungwon didn’t bother to focus on that. What he was focusing on was how the foundations of this murder case were already crumbling before he started.

Jiwon, beside him, tutted despite the softness brimming in her eyes. “Somin…”

“I know. They did not appreciate it, obviously, and denied having anything to do with it,” she explained, gaze dipping with worry.

“So, we have gotten nowhere,” Jihoon clarified, voice also flooded with exasperation, rubbing his one temple.

It was nothing. After a week of potential murder victims, the only scrap Jungwon collected was the short statement that added nothing to the bigger picture. He had dust in his case file. Nothing was coming together.

The talk went bad as well. Tensions were arising. Jungwon felt the proposition ghost over the room before anyone said it. His guts twisted.

“We still have the prophecy,” Somin reminded meekly.

There it was. Exhaling with denial bolted into his words, he spoke. “There must be other options other than diving straight into marriage?”

“Jungwon, what else can be done?” Somin interjected the way a mother would scold a child and harshly steer them in a direction. The sympathy was a feather in her gaze, and it reached his parents, tickling them into a contemplative silence.

He tensed, disbelief striking his spine into a straight pin.

“Mother, Father, you cannot be considering marriage—”

“Son…” Jihoon began in a tone that corroded the walls of his confidence. “It has almost been two weeks since the murders have arisen in the city, and there is not one lead. Most of the victims are dead, there are no witnesses, and CCTV were absent in all places.”

Jungwon’s refusal and panic intertwined into a tight noose as he saw the direction of this. They were agreeing with Somin and the drastic jump to such a resolution. Contempt pricked him like shards. They always had to let the Parks have a say in a decision and colour the bigger picture where Jungwon didn’t need them.

“What if you had a union with… Lady Sim, and unlocked an ability to help solve this?” Jihoon suggested, creeping into territory that had Jungwon clenching his jaw.

“It is a gamble, Father,” Jungwon interjected, exhaling another stream of trapped protests.

“I know that, Son. But what if it worked? It would not be so bad,” Jihoon remarked with a softness that was overridden by Jungwon’s flaming disagreement.

Jiwon softly touched Jungwon’s arm, rubbing encouragement into his elbow. Jungwon’s gaze dipped before he could burn his family to ashes.

“Even if the prophecy does not work, you are of age, Jungwon,” said Somin. Jungwon chained his curt gaze to the table rather than the Park sitting before him, trying to convince him that this was normal. “And those bodies can be stored in my husband’s freezer at the GRA mortuary.”

Jungwon nodded on the outside. On the inside, he wanted to die, but unfortunately for him, Grim Reapers held an inhuman strength that shielded them from Death.

“Won Bon, don’t be so upset. Lady Sim could introduce a whole new perspective to you. And I would get a daughter!” Jiwon assured, smiling gently. Jungwon stiffened at those words. Ice hammered into his ribs, making it harder to breathe as he shut his eyes in the silence. Until his sternum cleared, he swallowed hard as it passed.

Jungwon had a duty, and this was his next one.

—

YOU WERE RUNNING.

Running from your parents, that was.

Through the winding hospital halls and bewildered patients, you just about made it to the reception when your mother snagged your elbow. It sent you yelping as she hauled you to the counter. On your other arm, your father steadied you and didn’t let go. Both were breathing hard, disbelief staining their usual understanding.

“Sim Y/n! How dare you run from your own parents?!” She exclaimed, thoroughly out of breath as she placed a hand on her chest.

“It is not my fault when you are chasing me with an absurd proposal!” You frowned, shooting both of them an exasperated look. You tried to keep quiet, but your panic was clearly crossing the boundaries. “Of course, I am going to run!”

“The Yangs contacted us—”

“And?” You retorted sharply, tugging at your arms, but they were stuck. “You are listening to them over your own daughter?” You scoffed incredulously.

Both of your parents sighed in unison. Your mother was the one to huff. “You are worse than Jaeyun at listening.”

You gaped. “I am not—”

“The point is, Y/n, you are of age, the prophecy exists, and they sent us a proposal to meet,” your father interfered with your useless argument.

“Depending on a prophecy is a silly reason to wed. This is my life,” you bristled, voice dropping into deep lament, eyes desperate. It wasn’t fair that they were unleashing this on you.

Your mother released your arm with a sigh to tuck a strand behind your ear. “I know, my love, but you are the highest-ranking Soul Bearer of age. I would advise Jake, but…” Your mother trailed off, giving an uncertain sideways glance.

“He likes Heeseung?” You sulked.

“Yes, he’s hopeless.” Your father sighed. “He must have been bewitched—”

“Yoon Darling,” your mother chastised with a sideways glare. Your father nodded, but that thought was still clouding his mind.

“Just give it a chance. Meet him, see if there is something, and if there isn’t, then we’ll let it go,” she explained, doing nothing to convince you. The anxiety still lingered around your chest, prickling you with everything that could go wrong.

Then came the thought that you weren’t just a daughter anymore. You also had to act your part of the duty no matter how much you didn’t want to. It was just that marriage was a level up from where you were now.

There was nothing you could do. Not when your parents were still stringing along this expectation so you could follow. Well, if meeting Jungwon, who was too salty for his own good, was the solution, then you had to try.

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

THE YANG ESTATE WAS TOO BIG.

It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before. Your own home was lavish and generous with its high ceilings and comfortable warm tones, but this was another level of luxury.

Jungwon’s home was different shades of golden and cream.

You and your family were sitting in a huge lounge with yellow patterned walls, with five floor-to-ceiling windows letting in the noon sunshine. The room was adorned with drawers and tables of delicate little knick-knacks that probably were touched once in their entire lifespan, and the camelback couch you were sitting on had pillows softer than a single feather.

You could feel it behind your back right now. Under your ivory dress with green embroidered leaves on the bodice, you marvelled at how soft everything was here. The dress you wore had fluttering sleeves that rippled down your legs, intricate lace details drawing attention to you like a cloud lone in a blue sky.

You didn’t want to wear something so… formal and extravagant, but your mother ignored you and paired emerald earrings with a long chain to the back of your half-tied hair. In summary, you felt overdressed for such a meeting.

Your mother was on your right, your father on your left, and Jaeyun was sitting alone on another couch.

Thinking it over now, you wondered how you ended up here. You weren’t great at talking to people. Your closest friends were Minju from your school life, and Heeseung, who had sunshine for a personality.

Heeseung would have beamed at you in this gown, and told you to go all in for the opportunity. He saw no wrongs in a situation, and found positivity in anything. Heeseung was as shy as you, so connecting was easier than with anyone else you had met. Other than the two of them, your own mind chained you away from socialising freely.

It was why, even now when Jungwon was imminent on entering the same space, you felt the steel anxiety drill into your joints, making it momentarily hard to move. You tried to sit straight. Then, you kept your eyes ahead and then dropped the strings when it felt too real like this.

“You look like you are about to shit yourself—”

Your mother glared at Jaeyun. “Language.”

“I was just saying.” He sheepishly smiled, fluffy hair already disobeying the earlier hair brushing. He was as serious as a marshmallow. You couldn’t find comfort from him.

In the posh peace of this lounge, it hit you like thunder that you were about to meet with Death himself. You almost flinched back to reality.

The door handle jostled and opened at the thunder in your back. Entering was Lady Jiwon in a navy gown, Lord Yang Jihyun in a matching blue suit, and the main root of all your anxiety.

Jungwon wore pure charcoal with shimmering grey swirls woven into his blazer, with a fitted waist jacket that had a chain dangling delicately from the small breast pocket. A black tie nestled at the base of his honey throat, accentuating his stupidly broad shoulders.

It was his eyes beneath wavy hair that forced a memory of your first encounter into vision.

They were so dark, sitting like obsidian atop your face, like he wanted to carve the judgement into your skin. You had absolutely no idea what he was feeling in the void behind his irises.

His mother, you recognised as Lady Jiwon from surface-level research, approached with the most pearliest smile.

“I am so delighted everyone made it,” she exclaimed happily. Much more joyous than Jungwon. She brought Lord Yang forward, hands interlocked. “My husband, Jihoon.”

Jihoon bowed his head a little, smiling with a dimple. Did Jungwon have a dimple? “Pleasure to meet everyone.”

“We are honoured,” said your father, getting up to shake Jihoon’s hand firmly before sitting. “I am Yoon. My wife here is Mei, and Jaeyun is our elder son.”

A fluffy smile slipped past Jaeyun’s lips like instinct.

Then, Jiwon brought Jungwon forward with a small, frantic wave of her hand. Obliging to her, he slowly walked forward and bowed his head in greeting.

“Nice to meet everyone,” he murmured with a voice gripping onto control.

At your time to stand, Jiwon’s eyes sparked into fireworks as she smiled. She took your hands, thumbing over your knuckles. “You must be Lady Sim Y/n, the one my Son met in court. You are such a beauty!”

Warmth hit your cheeks. Jihoon smiled. Jungwon, on the other hand, looked like he was verifying that last bit when his eyes dragged slowly over your features.

“Thank you.”

Everyone sat down in their designated space, waiting as maids brought tea in expensive, untouchable ceramics and pastries made for display. You hadn’t moved an inch, focused on itching the anxiety out of your thumb.

You were too focused on whether you were sitting straight or slouching. Or if Jungwon was waiting for you to do that. His gaze was practically carved into your face.

Jaeyun sent a discreet smile behind his teacup, wiggling his brows that conjured a violent wave in you from his deceptive facade.

“As you know, there has been an influx of murders around the borders,” Jihoon began after a sip, dampening the atmosphere.

“Yes, Y/n told us some of it,” Yoon said, his tone dissipating from that initial joy. Silence from your end as your gaze stayed locked on the table.

Jungwon sensed the hitch in your heartbeat. It was a constantly rapid pace ever since you got here. The meeting was well past brief impressions, so he knew it wasn’t targeted at that. No. This pace had been troubling you for a while. Jungwon narrowed his investigative gaze as he sipped his tea.

In your place, your mother cleared her throat. “And, when we got the proposal, we were all…” she gave a subtle sideways glance at your sulky, lowered eyes, “… very pleased.”

Jiwon grinned. “I am glad. Won Bon—”

“Mother,” Jungwon grumbled, making Jiwon smile sheepishly. You caught the distaste when you briefly met eyes. Sheepishly, she smiled in a way that smoothed the anxious knots in your spine.

“My Jungwon is so work-oriented. It took a while to convince him,” she said gently, ignoring Jungwon’s shrivelling nonchalance. Pink dusted his cheeks in a way that almost made him look… shy. You wanted to question how someone like him could do that.

“Oh, we had to chase our daughter down,” Yoon added impishly. The room erupted in small laughter as you stiffened at the memory. Jungwon, from the other side of the couch, slowly raised a brow, trying to imagine you running away. Warmth drowned your cheeks again as his gaze dragged over your face with flames.

You turned back to your tea.

“Jungwon is just as stubborn. When he lost the court case—”

Jungwon straightened, gaze whipping to his father. “The Prophecy… please.”

Jihoon smiled, expecting it. “Right. We proposed this because of the well-known prophecy. Currently, there are no leads, no evidence indicating a clear direction. We hoped unlocking the ability would possibly help solve it all,” Jihoon explained, too serious for the denial homed in your head.

“Even if the ability doesn’t help the murder cases, it is still special if it is known to us,” Jiwon added with a signature smile.

None of this made sense to you. The protests were already burning your tongue, observing how they must have already made their decisions. It was unfair. However, you had to people-please everyone.

Delivering what they expected of you to gain a shred of validation. Working in the hospital as a Soul Bearer and handling the delicate packages of life meant no mistakes. The fragile version of yourself you crafted for them was nothing without being right. Soul Bearing made it clear that it shouldn’t even be a scenario in your head.

The conversation droned on about union possibility, about working together, and new perspectives. Each one had you holding your voice as fate was strategised in front of you. Jungwon was silent as you were, his hand flexing momentarily because the whole thing strengthened his sense of duty again.

One more level for both you and him.

“We shall let you two converse,” Mei said, squeezing your shoulder softly in encouragement. You felt anything but that.

Jihoon sent a look to Jungwon that said to “be kind”, and then was the one to close you and him into the lounge.

The door clicked shut. Silence hung between you since it was much more comforting than to confront whatever was going to happen in the near future.

Discomfort invaded your nerves and forced you to trace the neatly-cut portraits and sunlight peeking through the fluttering curtains. He was still probing your face from afar.

“Do you like summer?” Jungwon asked in a low voice, following your gaze to his sunny windows. He leaned back, a leg crossed over the other, a head tilted with increasing interest.

“I think so. However, I do not like it for so long.” You glanced away from the intense void sitting in his eyes. He raised an inquisitive brow.

“Strange words,” he commented dryly.

“Meaning?” You returned, gaze narrowing.

“Meaning what do you like then?” Jungwon crossed his arms, capturing your eyes within one second. A skip flashed through your heart at his attention.

You glanced at the glass windows once more. “Every season, but not for a long period. Except Spring. It rains too much.”

Jungwon’s lips twitched in amusement at your absurdity, but he remembered he wasn’t supposed to be laughing at you like a comrade. He was still petty over the lost trial, and that alone smoothed his emotions straight.

“I like Spring,” he stated, blinking in a way that was far too serious. “I like the rain.”

Your smirk was subtle and swift. “Of course you do.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jungwon now remarked quietly, his small glare carving into you.

“Spring rain never goes away. Like your grudges, Lord Yang,” you answered, letting go of decorum now. His face fell, nonchalance unravelling right before your eyes as he leaned forward, as if he could physically dig into your mind.

“The Spring rain is a transitional period where the blooms are born after a hard winter.” Jungwon steepled his fingers.

“How poetic.” You cracked the smallest, incredulous smile before reality pulled at your chest once more. This wasn’t some enjoyable meeting with Death. It was a negotiation for marriage.

You hesitantly met his eyes. The hostility wasn’t as present anymore, but there was still a boundary stopping you from seeing his emotions on the other side. He was staring too. There was no hiding about it.

“How are we supposed to fulfil something almost imaginary?” You asked quietly, fingers digging into your lap.

“I don’t know,” he replied after a few quiet seconds. It was a gamble, and he knew you knew it too. Some common ground there.

“Then, what does it entail? To… make this prophecy true?” You asked carefully. Your parents never told you in full how one connected to it. All you knew was that a wand and scythe were needed for it.

His gaze wandered a little before landing on you like he was trying to creep into the territory without scaring you. “My parents have said it a few times…” He got to his feet, cautiously approaching with a generous slowness. “We need to let the wand and scythe touch, and they say you fall into a ‘trance’…” he stopped for a contemplative second, searching.

You spared a look at his shadowy cuff that shone. “Or?”

“Some say in bed,” he stated casually.

“What?” You exclaimed with pinched brows.

He shut his eyes regretfully before opening them. “Not like that. I mean, in a sleep state in bed. You know how sleep works, right?”

“When we sleep, our souls are detached from the body.” You nodded.

“That means, outside the body, our souls can interact. That is one of the ways.” He watched as you stood and began to saunter to the big windows. Following, he scanned the curve of your waist, how your hair draped flawlessly behind your back, and the delicate jewel sat in the sea of your strands.

He strolled along until he lingered behind you.

You realised how stupidly tall he was. “What happens when you… take a soul for death?”

Jungwon was surprised at your interest, considering you wanted to burn holes into his head the other day, but he looked past your face and to the florals bobbing by in the wind outside.

“When I’m delivering them to death, I go to this specific place. Death Meadow is what I call it. Dark, vast—a field, and it’s where Reapers go,” Jungwon replied, recalling the dim skies and the long grass brushing his knees.

You frowned. “Is that all it looks like?”

“Did you expect a castle?” He mused, his deep voice rippling down your spine.

“A field is hardly exciting,” you mumbled, crossing your arms almost in defence. He chuckled curtly.

“Death is hardly exciting,” he said back quietly. Your profile exposed the curve of your nose, or your lips, which, he had to admit, complemented your… facial harmony.

“I know,” you muttered back, sighing. After a few terse seconds, you rolled out your right hand, letting the bracelet morph into the signature wand. “We should try, shouldn’t we?”

Jungwon’s chest swelled with the anticipation of it. If there was something, though he didn’t know what, then a marriage was inevitable. A wedding. A life with you. The person he had nearly cursed out loud sixteen days ago. Thinking back to it, maybe he was overreacting, but then the thought crumbled as his ego ached.

You watched his face shift with thoughts, probably knowing how real this all was. The finality hammered through your chest until breathing felt tiring. This was it. And there was only one way to find out.

Wordlessly, you inched the wand forward towards his scythe, ignoring the apprehension twisting violently in your guts.

You shared a look that he mirrored: this would seal their fates into one path.

The scythe touched first. Blade met gem, and instantly, a heavy wave rippled from your chest to the base of your spine, activating some other part within you had no experience with. It thrummed in your ears and smoked the space behind your eyes. Bewildered, you glanced at Jungwon and froze when his irises glowed.

No void. His eyes had a corona of something white that haunted his now brown irises. He looked personal. Human. Normal.

Jungwon’s breath hitched as blue slithered and lit your own eyes homed the mist that felt as if they had always been there in the shadows. Inside, his body rattled like fabric shifting over one another, creating friction and warmth that was too energetic to handle.

You departed first, wand clutched to your chest with ferocity. Jungwon’s scythe fell back into a cuff, catching his curt breath that escaped his control. The silence was a sentence on both you and him before Jungwon sighed.

“You felt that, did you not?” He asked, eyes averted.

You nodded once. “Yes.” Your tone was eroded by anxiety.

“And you know what that means?” He glanced at you again, where acceptance was absent from your stance. Your shoulders were stiff when you tentatively returned his gaze, which was a void once more. “My parents shall talk to yours. For a union.”

He turned, ready to walk out, but your uncertainty followed after him a few steps. “Do you want to get married?” You couldn’t help it. This whole thing had to be turning his axis too.

That made him stop, shoulders shifting beneath like he was preparing a practised answer. It was a second late. A second of hesitance you spotted in yourself. You thought he would be real for a second, but he straightened like a stone wall again.

“I don’t have to want to. I need to,” he answered in a resolved tone before continuing his stride towards the closed doors. His heart protested in angry stomps, which he ignored.

You felt it, however. His worth anchored his shoulders, fragile as it was huge on him. It curled, a monster he efficiently tucked away.

That was enough to tell you he wasn’t going to back out.

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