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MY WORKS
I often writes my thought and in my free time, I make short and one-shot stories, Fanfics mainly from my delusions and mostly for my stan groups only.
MY THOUGHTS
TELL ME
That Idol
You've been Working Hard, Ei
MY FANFICS
Seventeen
Lee Seokmin- That kind of Love
Jeon Wonwoo- Sue Me
Jeon Wonwoo- From Afar
Yoon Jeonghan- Something Changed
Hong Joshua- Love in Silence
NCT
Johnny Suh- No Emotions Involved
Jung Jaehyun- Apartment 301
The Rampage
Makoto Hasegawa- Beyond the finish line
Shohei Urakawa- Lagging at Heart
Ryu- Just Out of Reach
KazuHoku- Friendship is over
Kazuma Kawamura- Rivals
Zin Sakamoto- Childhood
Takahide Suzuki - The Pretender
Itsuki Fujiwara- My Galaxy
Itsuki Fujiwara- Only You
Riku Aoyama- Lipbalm
Kenta Kamiya- Almost
Fantastics
Leiya Seguchi- The Other Half
Leiya Seguchi- The Night We Fell
Sawamoto Natsuki- The Kind of Love
Hori Natsuki- Night Ride
Yusei Yagi- Just us
Yusei Yagi- Failed Confession
Other Stories
Kazuki Hayashi- Silent Mornings
Hiroomi Tosaka- His Whisper
Sakuma Daisuke- When We Let Go
Ballistik Boyz
Yoshiyuki Kano- Crush
Masahiro Sunada- Milk&Coffee
Ryuta Hidaka- Unspoken Feelings
Miku Fukahori- Unexpected turn
Psychic Fever
Weesa Saiki- Confession
Wesaa Saiki- Closed on Sundays
Kokoro Kohatsu- Don't Fall for Kokoro
In my Head Fanfiction
Ryuta Hidaka
Miku Fukahori
Masahiro Sunada
Yoshiyuki Kano
Ryusei Kainuma
Riki Matsui
Rikiya Okuda
POVs
POV- Dating Kenta Kamiya
POV- Dating Itsuki Fujiwara
POV- Dating Riku Aoyama
POV- Dating Zin Sakamoto
BOYFRIEND TEXTS
Sawamoto Natsuki
REACTIONS
The Rampage
reactions to stop you from yapping part1
Reactions to stop you from yapping part 2
Reaction as your jealous boyfriend part 1
Reaction as your jealous boyfriend part2
Fantastics
Reactions when you stare at their lips
ABOUT ME
LIKES
▫️old music
▫️love collecting notebooks, journal and pens
▫️color: purple, pink and sage green
▫️food: rice? 😆 anything tomato-based food.
▫️beverages: coffee and sour drinks
(My bias and bias wrecker in The Rampage— Makoto Hasegawa and Kenta Kamiya)
My LOVES
I’m a biggest fan of Japanese Groups and Boybands. From Janizu to Tribe.
▫️ARASHI - Ohno Satoshi
▫️THE RAMPAGE- Makoto Hasegawa & Kenta
▫️ FANTASTICS- Leiya Seguchi & SawaNatsu
▫️ BALLISTIK BOYZ- Masahiro Sunada & Ryuta
▫️ PSYCHIC FEVER- Weesa Saiki
▫️ GENERATION- Alan Shirahama
▫️ SANDAIME- Ryuji Imaichi
▫️ KAT-TUN- Jin Akinishi
▫️ HEY! SAY! JUMP- Kei Inoo
▫️ SEXY ZONE- Kento Nakajima
▫️ ONE OK ROCK- Taka Moriuchi
▫️ WOLF HOWL HARMONY- Suzuki Higa
▫️ THE JET BOY BANGERZ- Aeron/ Nosuke
And a lot more!!! If ever we share the same bias, hit my message up. We can be friends and be delusional over our oshis 😆
MORE:
▫️27 years old
▫️she/her/hers
▫️INFP-T
▫️Filipino Jpop fangirl
▫️Multi-fandom
▫️Professional Procrastinator 💯
▫️frustrated writer (eme!)
▫️I’m not good at English. You might see a lot of grammatically and typo error here.
▫️ You can mainly see a lot of Rampe and Fanta’s content here.
SUMMARY: They said money is the solution, while you naively believed it wasn’t the answer to everything. Yet you found yourself in despair as your father’s fate fell in the hands of the town’s so-called “impartial” judge. You begged him to see reason, swearing your father was innocent. But there was another deception lurking beneath the surface.
WARNINGS: mature themes content (strictly MDNI), strong language, power imbalance, bribery, abuse of authority, manipulation, gaslighting, system corruption, implied stockholm syndrome, unprotected sex, fingering, impregnation kink, biting, skin sucking, dubcon ig?, abuse mention (not reader or jeonghan, just for the case), psychological disturbance, rough sex, heated kiss, pregnancy (mentioned), violence & death (major character death).
WC: 22k
add tags❦: bakery owner! reader, jeonghan is a little evil here, detective! seungcheol, seokmin as childhood friends, lawyer! joshua, possibly another love interest(?), widower jeonghan, implied docile reader, beauty n beast reference if you squint slightly, grief, ambiguous ending(?), morally grey characters, inaccurate legal system, wouldn't call this dark romance cuz this is so fucked up lmao
A/N: wow, the number of people who liked the preview was amazing. yall nasty fr, anyway happy reading (or not). disclaimer: fictionalized and inaccurate legal procedures for narrative purposes.
The smell of freshly baked goods filled the bakery. The lingering scent tingled your nose, though you were already used to it.
It had been almost four years since you began managing the bakery on your own. After your grandmother passed away, you reopened it yourself. You hadn’t planned to continue your higher education at the time, especially when your father had fallen ill, only recently recovering.
You greeted your regular customers as usual, the place busy from morning until noon. You were grateful that the bakery’s success repaid every sacrifice you had left behind. Even though becoming a lawyer had once been your greatest dream. Helping people, fighting for justice, but seeing customers happily buying your goods and complimenting them each day made you feel like the happiest person alive.
Still, deep inside, you were just a girl who once dreamed of becoming a good lawyer—someone who could help others obtain the justice they deserved.
So focused on your work, you didn’t notice Seokmin tailing you like an excited puppy until he startled you from behind.
“Goodness, Min,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you stepped back into the pantry to refill the bread display. “Don’t scare me like that. What brings you here?” you asked without looking up at him.
Seokmin hummed, crossing his arms. “Can’t I stop by to see the lovely Miss Baker?” he chuckled, still following you as you busied yourself. “Say… are you perhaps available this weekend? I mean— I’d love to take you out for a nice dinner.”
When you didn’t respond immediately, too focused on arranging the croissants, he sighed dramatically.
“Okay… I’m sorry, just this once,” he continued, stepping in front of you so you had no choice but to look at him properly. “I know the last time you said you couldn’t, but please give me a chance.”
You softly sighed, patting your hands against your apron as you shook your head. “I’m sorry, Min. I just… I can’t, okay?” you said, moving to the cashier counter to busy yourself with nothing in particular. “I’m already occupied. I don’t know if I can make time for…”
You hesitated to mention the word love or relationship.
Seokmin had been your friend since childhood. Though he was two years younger, you always treated him as an equal. At first, you saw him as a younger brother, maybe you still did, even after he grew into a fine young man. Still, you couldn’t allow yourself to enter a relationship, let alone think of marriage. You had always been content with what you had… especially when you weren’t ready to leave your father’s side.
You had lost count of how many times Seokmin had tried to ask you out. His attraction toward you wasn’t subtle, he had always pined like a lovesick puppy. You, on the other hand, never took his feelings lightly. Even after rejecting him when you were younger, he remained persistent. You appreciated him deeply, as a friend, perhaps even as family, but your bond with him had always remained platonic.
Before you could even answer his many questions, your attention was already stolen by the customer standing in front of you.
Mr. Yoon.
He was one of your regulars. You stated the total, and he handed you the money, which you politely accepted. You weren’t sure when it began, but there had always been something melancholic about him. He usually bought the same thing, the castella cake, or simply a plain pound cake. On rare occasions, when he seemed to be in a particular mood, he would choose the lemon-flavored one. You never questioned it. In fact, you had memorised his preference so well that you made sure it was always restocked, just in case.
You thanked him, offering your usual polite smile as you watched him walk toward the door. You didn’t even realize you had been staring at his figure as it slowly disappeared outside until Seokmin called your name, snapping you out of your thoughts. Blinking, you looked at him. “If you keep startling me like that, you might as well help around here,” you huffed, pretending to count the notes in your hand.
It wasn’t that you were understaffed. But the bakery had been packed all day, with massive pre-orders and constant restocking. You felt a little guilty watching Seungkwan and Chan shuffle back and forth without proper breaks.
You had always greeted your customers cheerfully, even asking about their day with genuine warmth.
The only exception was that man.
Mr. Yoon, the judge of the courthouse in town. Known as one of the most respectable individuals in the district. You first met him years ago when you were still a student. He had been invited to your university for a legal workshop. You remembered admiring him back then. He was articulate, confident, someone who spoke about justice as if it were sacred.
After you dropped out, he became nothing more than a distant memory. Seeing him again years later felt… different.
It wasn’t as though you had any lingering attachment. Still, the unfortunate incident involving his late wife, the arson case the newspapers wrote about had changed him. At least, that was what people said. Perhaps that was why he carried that quiet heaviness around him now.
But it was none of your business.
“Seeing Judge Yoon this close was kind of scary, if I’m honest,” Seokmin said while helping pack the goods. “It feels like a shiver runs down my spine whenever I’m around him.”
You stilled, eyes still fixed on your list, not responding immediately. “Come on, you’re exaggerating. If anything, everyone probably feels that way because of his position.”
Seokmin only grinned, nudging you gently, and you returned a faint smile. “If I were serious like him, would you have accepted me?” he leaned closer, voice playful. “You know… my sex appeal would be more attractive if I used it properly.”
You rolled your eyes, though a small smile lingered as you moved away so he wouldn’t get distracted. “Less talk, more work. I like a hardworking man, Min.”
Chapter 1: The Corrupt Judge and His Sullied Court
People’s gossip was never something that interested you. Sometimes you overheard things here and there, but you rarely paid attention.
Although, you couldn’t deny it unsettled you whenever the subject revolved around Judge Yoon.
It wasn’t surprising for people to talk about scandalous marriages or secret affairs. But this time, the conversation was about something more serious.
“I heard about the recent case, Mrs. Kwon being accused of murdering her own husband?” one of the middle-aged women said suddenly, making you subconsciously listen as you stood with your back facing them. “They said in court she claimed it was self-defense. Apparently, she revealed that her late husband had been abusing her.”
“Oh dear, that’s horrible,” the other woman gasped. “I hope everything goes well… I wonder how she’s feeling now. It would be unfortunate if she fails to prove her innocence. All that fortune from her husband would eventually go back to his family.”
You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, yet there you were, listening to every word as you gathered the ingredients you had just bought. The conversation eventually died down, and you hurried along, mentally cursing yourself for rejecting Seokmin’s offer to help.
It wasn’t that you thought their discussion was unnecessary.
If anything, it made you uneasy.
When you first heard that Mr. Kwon had died from murder, it genuinely shocked you. He had been one of your regular customers and, if you remembered correctly, an acquaintance of Seokmin’s. You could still vividly recall the bright smile he wore whenever he stood at your counter, proudly bragging about how smoothly his business was running.
Though he was one of the wealthiest men in town, he carried himself with humility, at least, that was how he appeared to you. He had a way of making you feel like you were no less important than he was. So hearing that he had allegedly abused his wife felt almost unbelievable.
You had met Mrs. Kwon a few times at the clothing boutique. She often spent lavishly on glamorous pieces. You were never one to judge someone’s lifestyle, but the news still came as a shock.
Almost too suspicious. Or perhaps you simply shouldn’t have judged a book by its cover.
When you returned to the bakery, it didn’t go unnoticed that your staff were slacking off in the back. You shook your head as you approached them, both far too invested in the newspaper spread across the table.
“Would you like your pay to be cut short?”
Your voice nearly made Seungkwan and Chan jump out of their skin as they scrambled back into position. Seungkwan was the first to break the tension, attempting to smooth things over with a dramatic whistle. “Oh dear, I think I might’ve forgotten how to make pain au chocolat—do you know where the recipe is, Chan?”
“I seriously don’t know, man,” Chan agreed smoothly, wiping an already spotless surface with his rag.
You sighed, shaking your head before picking up the newspaper they had been so absorbed in. Your eyes skimmed over the article.
Ah.
Of course.
A small column near the top mentioned the recent court case. You were certain details like this weren’t meant to be public, yet here it was in ink.
Mrs. Kwon’s case.
According to the article, she had been sentenced only to probation. Which meant the court had acknowledged her claim of self-defense. Meaning… the allegations about her husband’s abuse were true after all. You weren’t sure how to process it. It felt unreal. Yet, in the end, it didn’t matter anymore, Mr. Kwon was already dead.
Still, something inside you twisted uneasily.
Just a week ago, he had been standing at your counter, smiling brightly. You had always assumed he was a kind man. Seeing this revelation in print felt almost impossible to reconcile. Your eyes drifted toward the familiar surname printed beneath the article. The reporter had made it clear that the case was handled under Judge Yoon.
That name always lingered somewhere in your mind, though you could never quite pinpoint why. Perhaps it was simply because you saw him at the bakery so often. Standing near someone of his caliber had always felt surreal. Even meeting prosecutors or judges once in your life carried a certain weight.
The desire to become one of them had already died long ago.
You folded the newspaper and set it aside, returning to your stock work while your staff resumed whispering about the news.
“Man, I can’t believe Mr. Kwon was that kind of person,” Chan murmured as he arranged the trays.
“I know, right?” Seungkwan replied, hands busy shaping pastries. “I never imagined someone we knew could turn out like that. What’s crazier is that I saw his wife shopping at the jewelry boutique the other day like she didn’t have a care in the world. Then boom— murder.”
That was enough.
You cleared your throat deliberately, and their chatter died instantly. There was no use crying over spilled milk now.
──
Your life had always been simple, you preferred it that way.
Though that never stopped people from running their mouths, especially in a neighborhood like yours. They often commented that your life had been “robbed” by your sick father, as if you hadn’t chosen to drop out of your studies to care for him yourself. As if sacrifice had not been your own decision.
After all, he was your only family.
Sure, it had been years since then, yet some still criticized your choice to remain a bakery owner instead of pursuing a “more respectable” profession, especially as a woman in this era.
You had grown used to it.
But you would never allow them to speak badly about your papa. He was everything you had left after your grandmother passed away. That was why you chose to continue the business, pouring everything you had into rebuilding it. And now, seeing familiar faces return each day, watching customers smile at the taste of your pastries, it felt worth it.
The bakery was filled with warmth and sweetness.
At your age, it was only natural for people to question your marital status — a topic you always brushed off with a polite smile. It was rather nosy of them, prying into matters that did not concern them. So what if you chose not to settle down?
It hadn’t gone unnoticed that a few bachelors had shown interest in you, but you politely declined before anything could even begin. Most people found you odd, perhaps they always had. Even when you were younger, you had been too engrossed in books, too eager to learn and discover more.
The only man you allowed close was Seokmin. He was perhaps the only one who never attempted strange advances or crossed lines. Even after being rejected more times than you could count, he continued to respect your boundaries.
When he suddenly entered the bakery, his face looked unusually troubled. Before you could even greet him, he grasped your arms gently, as if steadying you or himself, while carefully choosing his words. He called your name softly.
“Listen to me… I need you to stay calm. Just listen to what I’m about to say.”
You stared at him, confused, searching his expression for any hint of what was coming. Your heart began pounding, a nervous rhythm echoing in your ears.
He wasn’t joking.
“Your father…”
The rest blurred. The moment he uttered the words of arrest, accusation, embezzlement, and everything else drowned in a loud buzzing inside your head. The details slipped past you, lost somewhere between disbelief and fear.
Your papa has been arrested for embezzlement. It didn’t make sense. None of it did.
You didn’t waste a second. There was nothing you wanted more than to see your father immediately.
At the detention centre, where your papa was now being held, the sight of him behind the metal barrier made your heart clench painfully. His face brightened the moment he saw you and Seokmin approaching.
“Papa!” You rushed forward, fingers curling around the bars as if you could reach him through sheer will. Your chest felt unbearably heavy at the sight of him confined like this.
“My dearest… thank God you’re safe,” your father sighed in relief.
Safe?
You were the one falling apart.
“____, you shouldn’t worry about me—”
“Please, Papa,” you interrupted quickly, shaking your head. “This is serious. Of course I need to be involved.” Your brows furrowed. “I’m not a child anymore. You should be worrying about yourself. How did this even happen?”
Your eyes scanned him anxiously. He looked physically fine, healthier than he had been two years ago, but that didn’t stop your mind from spiraling. Stress alone could undo his recovery.
Your father gently placed his palm over yours against the cold barrier, grounding you.
“My dear, take care of yourself,” he said softly. “You mustn’t fret over me. We can hire an attorney…”
His gaze shifted to Seokmin, giving him a meaningful nod just as the officer called for the end of visitation.
“Take care of her for me.” Before you could say another word, your papa was already being led away. The metal door shut with a sound that echoed too loudly in your chest.
“Hey—it’s alright,” Seokmin murmured, gently turning you to face him as you stood frozen. “I’ll help you, okay? I’ll hire an attorney for your father. We’re in this together.”
Your expression softened, though you slowly shook your head, much to his visible disappointment.
“No, Min… I can’t do that to you.” Your voice trembled slightly. “Your family already helped us when Papa was ill. And when I reopened the bakery…”
You couldn’t ask for more. Seokmin’s family had always been better off financially. They had never once made you feel small for it. His parents adored you, yet accepting more help felt dangerously close to indebting yourself.
And you hated feeling indebted.
Seokmin’s hands tightened gently around yours as he called your name. “Please let me help. I want to do this. I mean it.”
You hesitated. In a situation like this, you couldn’t afford an incompetent attorney.
After a long moment, you nodded.
“…Alright.”
──
In the Union States of Sebong, there was a man who directed the courthouse under government administration while quietly collecting profit for himself.
His name was Yoon Jeonghan. In posterity, he would be remembered as the Collector.
No one ever understood how he determined the outcomes of his cases, whether the accused were found guilty or not. It hardly concerned honor. If you had money, you were saved. But even that did not guarantee your life. That decision belonged to corruption itself.
No one dared to question him.
Yoon Jeonghan was regarded as the most respectable man in town. Therefore, once his verdict was spoken, it was final. In the courtroom, Jeonghan liked to believe that every sin committed passed through his hands alone. He decided who was guilty. He decided who was innocent. And if they paid enough to be acquitted, then their crimes would be permitted.
Only cash would do.
Well… at least in hell.
He did not consider himself greedy. After all, wasn’t he helping those in need? In the end, they should all understand that their lives depended on him.If they wanted salvation, they would pay the proper fee.
Jeonghan adjusted his judicial gown as he prepared to enter the courtroom for the next case. The doors opened at his silent command. The room stilled. Prosecutors, attorneys, defendants, and spectators rose to their feet in respect.
He took his seat, face stoic, voice low and neutral.
“Now,” he said calmly, “let the trial begin.”
You tensed in your seat, sitting rigidly on the wooden bench with your fingers clasped tightly in your lap as your father stood before the court. He looked smaller somehow. Not physically, but diminished under the weight of accusation.
What you hadn’t expected was that Judge Yoon would be assigned to your father’s case.
You had to remind yourself that he was not the quiet regular customer who bought castella cake from your counter. Not the man you occasionally admired from afar.
Down here, beneath the towering ceiling of the courtroom, he felt different.
Intimidating. Distant. Powerful.
And you felt very, very small. You had heard the whispers before, that defendants prayed never to fall under Judge Yoon’s trial. They called him ruthless, though the public preferred a more refined word.
Impartial.
He carried that reputation flawlessly.
And yet, despite everything you had heard, you silently prayed that this time. Just this once, the case would favor your father.
You needed his innocence to be proven, and him to come home.
As the trial progressed, your heart remained heavy with distress and unease. Sleep had abandoned you entirely these past few nights. For now, the bakery was left in the capable hands of Seungkwan and Chan while you dedicated yourself to gathering every possible record, financial statements, receipts, testimonies — anything that could support your father’s innocence.
You have done everything.
When the opposing counsel finally rose to speak, your stomach twisted.
You couldn’t help but frown at the confident cadence of his voice, at the certainty dripping from every word he uttered. His client sat beside him, posture relaxed, almost assured as if victory had already been promised.
That unsettled you.
You weren’t supposed to feel doubt.
Not when you knew your father was innocent.
“Your Honour,” the prosecutor began, voice clear and unwavering, “the evidence will show that this was neither a mistake nor a misunderstanding. This was a deliberate, long-term scheme of embezzlement.”
He paced slowly as he spoke. “We will present the paper trail—the bank transfers, the altered receipts, and the final destination of those funds: the defendant’s own pocket.”
A pause.
“At the conclusion of this trial, we will ask this court to hold him accountable for this grave breach of trust.”
The words echoed in the chamber, heavier than they had any right to be.
You felt your fingers tighten against each other in your lap.
Deliberate. Long-term scheme. Embezzlement.
It sounded so certain when spoken aloud.
The defense attorney rose slowly, adjusting his spectacles. “Your Honour,” he began, voice firm but measured, “the prosecution presents a compelling story. Thus, a story is not a conviction.”
A murmur rippled faintly through the gallery.
“The transfers cited required dual authorization. My client did not possess unilateral access to those accounts. Furthermore, the alleged altered receipts were processed through a third-party accountant, one who has yet to be summoned before this court.”
The prosecutor scoffed lightly. “Deflection.”
The defense ignored him.
“My client built that company from the ground up. Twenty-two years of work. If he wished to steal, he would not do so through traceable bank transfers under his own name.”
Your father finally stepped forward.
His voice trembled, not from guilt, but from exhaustion. “I would never steal from my own partners,” he said. “That business fed my family. It fed theirs too. I have nothing to gain from destroying it.”
Your throat tightened.
For the first time since the trial began, the room felt human.
All eyes slowly shifted toward the bench.
Judge Yoon had not moved once. His hands were folded neatly before him. His expression is unreadable.
He studied your father.
Then he spoke. “Mr. ____,” he said evenly, “you claim loyalty.”
“Yes, Your Honour.”
“You claim integrity.”
“Yes.”
“And yet,” Jeonghan continued softly, “the funds did arrive in an account bearing your name.”
Silence.
Your father swallowed. “They were transferred without my knowledge. I reported the discrepancy.”
“After how long?”
A pause. “…Three weeks.”
The courtroom shifted. Jeonghan leaned back slightly. “Three weeks,” he repeated.
The way he said it made it sound like a confession.
Your fingers dug into your palms.
The defense attorney quickly intervened. “Your Honour, my client needed time to verify the irregularities before escalating—”
Judge Yoon raised one hand. The entire courtroom went silent instantly. “I find,” he said calmly, “that the evidence presented thus far establishes sufficient ground to treat the defendant as a potential flight risk.”
The words didn’t register at first. Your head snapped up.
What?
The defense attorney stiffened. “Your Honour?”
“Pending further examination of financial records,” Jeonghan continued, voice cold as winter steel, “the defendant’s bail privileges are hereby revoked.”
The courtroom erupted.
Your heart stopped. “No—!” you nearly rose from your seat.
Your father turned toward you, shock written across his face as two officers approached him.
“Your Honour, this is highly irregular!” the defense protested. “My client has complied with every summons—”
Judge Yoon’s gaze sharpened. “Compliance,” he said quietly, “does not erase capability.”
The room fell into stunned silence again. That was it. That was the ruthlessness people whispered about.
He simply decided. The reality bent.
Jeonghan adjusted his sleeve. “This court will recess for thirty minutes,” he declared. “Proceedings will resume thereafter.”
His gavel struck once. Final and absolute.
As people began to move in frantic confusion, he stood from his seat. For the briefest second, you swore that his eyes met yours, you find his eyes were not apologetic or cruel. Just… assessing. As if he was calculating something. Then he turned and disappeared through the chamber doors, leaving you frozen on the bench.
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The trial continued, though the entire session blurred together in your mind.
Arguments were dismissed one after another. Evidence you were certain was clear enough seemed to crumble under the opposing attorney’s effortless rebuttals. Every time hope rose in your chest, it was quietly struck down.
You kept telling yourself this wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be.
Yet when you finally heard Judge Yoon deliver the verdict, your head snapped up.
“This court has reviewed the exhaustive ledger entries, the third-party forensic audits, and the defense’s claims of ‘procedural irregularities.’ However, the law does not operate on intentions that remain silent for three weeks. It operates on facts.”
Your throat went dry. Your gaze flickered anxiously between your father and Seokmin.
“The facts show a systematic diversion of five hundred and eighty thousand dollars. It shows a breach of fiduciary duty that crippled a twenty-two-year-old institution.”
The judge paused.
The silence in the courtroom felt suffocating.
“Therefore, on the count of Grand Larceny and Embezzlement in the First Degree, this court finds the defendant—”
Your heart pounded violently.
“—GUILTY.”
The word struck the room like a physical weight.
You watched as your father’s expression did not change, but his head lowered slightly. That small movement shattered something inside you. Across the courtroom, the opposing party erupted in quiet satisfaction, their lawyer already gathering his papers with a victorious air. Meanwhile, you sat frozen in your seat, the world around you collapsing into noise and silence all at once.
Judge Yoon had already risen from his chair. The gavel had fallen. The case was closed.
Just like that.
──
Your heart pounded violently in your chest as you ran toward the estate gates. Your dress and cardigan clung to your skin, drenched from the rain as you rushed toward Mr. Yoon’s residence begging for the fifth time to plead your papa’s innocence. You had called out to him when he declared your father guilty of embezzling a large sum of money, a crime you were certain he had been framed for. Your papa would never do such a thing. He was the gentlest and the sweetest man you had ever known.
It couldn’t be happening.
Even when you tried to approach the judge as he exited the courtroom, an unease settled deep in your stomach. The case had been decided in a single day. It was unfair. No one listened to you. Evidence was dismissed as if it meant nothing, when it was obvious some high-ranking bastard had set your father up.
It was heartbreaking.
Your papa was the only family you had aside from your bakery. When he fell ill during your studies, you dropped out to care for him. He was your world. And so you continued your grandmother’s bakery, running it just as she once had. Your knees ached from kneeling too long. Your fists rested against them as you bowed your head before the estate gates. The rain poured relentlessly, yet you remained there for nearly two hours, desperate to speak with Mr. Yoon. What had your papa done to deserve this? Was it about money? Of course you didn’t have enough to bribe him.
But why your papa?
The men who framed him were celebrating their victory while your father bore the blame.
You needed answers. You would do anything to prove them wrong.
Your father had only just recovered from his illness. You never wanted him to work again, but he insisted. Maybe you should have tried harder, then none of this would have happened.
The estate doors opened. A housekeeper approached, likely to dismiss you as usual but instead, a pair of polished leather shoes stopped in front of you.
You didn’t dare look up.
Your soaked fists trembled against your knees. You weren’t sure if you had any tears left, or if they had simply blended into the rain.
Then something shielded you from the downpour.
An umbrella.
Mr. Yoon stood above you, one hand holding it over your head, the other tucked neatly inside his robe. He did not look surprised. “Get up,” his familiar voice said calmly.
You slowly lifted your head.
“We’ll discuss this inside.”
You felt awkward changing into the nightgown one of his female employees had handed you. A shawl was draped over your shoulders, a gesture of courtesy from him. Now warmer, you sat quietly with a cup of tea cradled between your palms, staring into the amber liquid absentmindedly.
It was late.
Even if you returned home now, no one would be waiting. Ever since your papa was imprisoned, the house had felt unbearably hollow. The cell must be colder than the rain you endured outside his estate. The food, if they even fed him properly, would be nothing like the warm bread you baked every morning.
God… you just wanted him to be alright.
Your thoughts spiraled into darker possibilities. Prison was never kind. Guilty or not, men often met terrible ends there. So lost in your mind, you didn’t hear Mr. Yoon calls your name more than once. You blinked, startled, quickly mumbling an apology. When you tried to speak, your words got tangled. “Why… the evidence was there. You didn’t even… hear us out. Why?”
Silence settled between you.
He did not look offended nor surprised. “Why?” he repeated smoothly, placing his cup down. “The case was decided. The defendant’s side presented their argument well. Their attorney was… quite persuasive.”
You frowned in disbelief.
Of course. That would be his answer.
“But Mr. Yoon, it was obvious my father had nothing to do with it,” your voice trembled, almost pleading. “He was framed. Used by those—”
He lifted a hand, silencing you effortlessly. “The case is closed. I have no intention of reopening it.”
Before he could rise again, you spoke. “…You took a bribe from them, didn’t you?”
Your eyes didn’t waver.
Something in your gaze despite your soaked, pitiful state caught his attention.
He thought that it’s either you were bold or simply foolish. Either way, he decided to entertain you. “What makes you think that?” His expression remained unreadable.
You swallowed, intimidated by his composure but pressed on. “I heard rumors. I didn’t want to believe them. But I looked into your past cases.” Your voice steadied slightly. “There’s a pattern.”
For a moment, he studied you. Then a slow, faint smile appeared on his face, “So you finally completed your assignment. Impressive. As expected from a law student.”
There’s a pause in between. “Though you are a dropout now.”
Your breath hitched at the sudden revelation. You wanted nothing more than to understand how he had unearthed pieces of your past you thought were long buried.
He began listing your full name. Your birthplace, your former university, your academic standing and last but not least, your withdrawal records. Basically your entire history.
Cold crept up your spine.
You wanted to ask how he knew, but no words came.
“I have my ways,” he said lightly. “This isn’t the first time someone has accused me. And you’ll notice…” He took another sip of tea, responding to your accusations, “I never directly deny it.”
Your stomach twisted at that. So he wasn’t even ashamed.
“Go on,” he gestured lazily. “Threaten me, expose me, harm me. Others have tried but I’m not sure about you.”
But you did none of that. Instead, you only lowered your head. “…Please release my papa. He was wronged.”
He watched you carefully. Most people would’ve shouted at him. Threatened him with a murderer or arson, maybe threw chairs too.
But you only knelt before him at the gate, in front of his estate, looking docile and desperate. Like a little kitten seeking shelter after getting caught in the rain.
He sighed softly, tilting his head slightly. “You want me to help your father?” He leaned back, fingers interlocked over his knee. “Then pay the fee for your life, little bird. Salvation isn’t free, you should already know how it works.”
You stared at him, stunned by how openly he admitted it. He wasn’t even trying to deny it. Those bastards who framed your father must have paid thousands to secure their victory enough to bury your father behind the iron bars. So logically, you would need to offer double that amount.
Obviously, you didn’t have that kind of money.
The bakery barely covered expenses. The staff salaries and maintenance. The lawyer you already hired though you paid more than that. Your family had never been wealthy. Just ordinary people trying to live quietly in town.
Your silence answered him.
Jeonghan observed you for a moment and seemed to understand. He had only presented the option to demonstrate how the world functioned. He already knew you couldn’t afford it.
He rose from his seat, “I thought so.”
When you saw him move to the door, panic surged through you as he walked toward the door. His unreadable face made it clear, he would not consider it unless it benefited him.
“Judge Yoon, wait!”
If he walked out now, everything was over.
Something inside you just snapped. “Please—just this once—I—” Your voice faltered. Then the words tumbled out before you could stop them. “I’ll do anything!”
His steps halted just before reaching the doorknob. Slowly, he turned. “Be careful with those words, birdie,” His voice lowered. “Those words shouldn’t be used so carelessly. They carry weight.”
You didn’t care and didn’t know what else to offer. Pride might as well had no place here. Without hesitation, you knelt again. Hands resting on your thighs, eyes lowered to the floor. At that moment, humiliation and dignity meant nothing.
Only your papa mattered.
“…I mean it, Mr. Yoon,” your voice cracked. “I’ll do anything to prove my papa’s innocence. Just this once. I won’t ask again.”
He stared down at you. Your trembling lips, your clasped hands and the way you refused to look up. Something twisted inside him. It had been a long time since he felt this… entertained. And he loved the sight before him.
Anything huh?
He stepped closer. Then slowly knelt in front of you. His thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a tear with deliberate gentleness. “Don’t cry, little bird,” he cooed softly, almost tenderly. “Tears don’t suit you.”
His gaze darkened, there’s a pause in between as he continues. “And kneeling…” His thumb lingered under your chin, tilting your face upward just enough. “Though I must admit, it is rather fitting.”
His lips curved faintly. “Still, I’d prefer you in other positions.”
It made you stiffen slightly, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. Yet you didn’t pull away. You weren’t even sure you were allowed to.
“Now,” he murmured, voice softer, “did you truly mean what you said just now?”
You could have sworn you saw the faintest grin tug at his lips.
You nodded slowly, and his smile widened. Not close to amusement nor pleasant. Something darker, like he had planned something evil behind those eyes. You felt a chill creep up your spine. In that moment, it truly felt as though you had struck a bargain with the devil himself. Maybe you should have thought about this. But what choice did you have when you were already standing at such a disadvantage?
His gaze lingered over you, studying every reaction. Your eyes. The slight tremble in your brows. The way your lips parted unconsciously. He exhaled quietly as his slender fingers traced from your cheek down to your bare neck. The nightgown clung softly against your skin, the very one he had provided after the rain.
You realized then that he had planned this comfort far too smoothly.
“I must say, birdie…” His voice lowered, almost silk-like. “You look rather exquisite in my late wife’s nightgown.”
Your breath faltered. Only then did the realization fully settle in. You were wearing his wife’s clothing. You hadn’t thought much of it earlier, too consumed with desperation to question the wardrobe he kept. But now, standing this close to him, the fact felt intimate in a way that made your stomach twist.
So this was why he owned a woman’s nightgown.
His fingers drifted to the shawl resting on your shoulders, the one he had draped there himself. Slowly, almost thoughtfully, he toyed with the fabric between his fingers.
The same shawl meant to keep you warm. You hadn’t even noticed how close he had moved. His face hovered inches from yours now, his presence overwhelming, his eyes never once breaking contact. You forgot how to breathe. You couldn’t remember the last time you had stood this close to a man, close enough to feel the warmth of him, close enough to sense the quiet control radiating from his stillness.
And he knew it.
“I’m not a good man, as you can see…” His voice lingered, gaze lowering in a way that made your skin prickle. “Perhaps you’ve already realized that, but I can be gentle… if I choose to.”
Your eyes met his grin. It was a smile, yes, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Those held something unhinged. Something close to dark, that made your pulse thunder in your ears. You had never felt fear like this before. People always exaggerated when they spoke about walking into hell. But if anyone ever asked you what it felt like, you would describe this moment.
And this was only the beginning.
You hadn’t even touched the fire yet.
The tip of the iceberg.
Suddenly, he yanked the shawl from your shoulders. You let out a soft gasp, instinctively clutching the thin fabric of the nightgown as though you had been exposed.
“Say it again.” His tone shifted, no longer smooth, but commanding. It was controlled and final. “Did you truly mean what you said?”
His fingers tightened slightly around the discarded shawl. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t make me repeat myself. Just because I said I can be gentle… doesn’t mean I am patient.”
Your lips parted, breath trembling. “Y–yes,” you managed, voice barely steady. “I’ll do anything. Please… save my father.”
You didn’t even realize you had maintained eye contact the entire time.
It felt as though he was pulling the words out of you without touching your mouth at all. Like you were stepping forward willingly, even as every instinct told you to run.
And there he stood. The devil himself.
Your karma. Your judge. Your biggest nightmare.
Yoon Jeonghan was the very definition of a blessing in disguise.
He grinned, almost too satisfied with what you had told him. His fingers lifted your chin, prompting you to look up at him as though he were inspecting you. “Just to make sure… are you being courted, Miss ___?” he asked lightly. “I figured a woman of your age would be married by now. It’s a shame such a lovely lady like you hasn’t.”
Hesitating, you slowly shook your head. “...N-no… I wasn’t… and never…”
You swore you saw the glint in his eyes sharpen. Whatever idea had formed in his mind was not something you were thrilled about.
“Ah,” he hummed. “You’re one of a kind. I honestly thought someone had already taken you off the shelves.” Then he leaned closer, too close for your liking yet you stayed still, not daring to make the wrong move and risk upsetting the man before you. “I’ll need to make sure of something…” he murmured against your ear, the warmth of his breath making you shudder.
Suddenly he dipped his head, his face brushing near your jaw as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
A soft gasp slipped past your lips.
His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, his grip anything but gentle. At that moment, you almost forgot how to breathe as he inhaled your scent.
“M-Mr. Yoon?!” you whispered weakly.
He shushed you at once.
His hold tightened. Your breath hitched as he began trailing soft kisses along your neck. You hated how the closeness made something unfamiliar stir within you.
It started softly. But gradually it became greedy.
He pulled your body flush against his, arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. A quiet moan escaped you before you could stop it. Your eyes widened. You had never expected a sound like that to come from yourself. Jeonghan chuckled lowly at your reaction, continuing to scatter hot kisses along your neck before moving down to your collarbone. His fingers tugged slightly at the shoulder of the nightgown, pulling the sleeve lower.
He grew rougher with each passing second, as if he wanted to devour you whole. You bit your lip, struggling to keep any more sounds from escaping. After a while, he finally pulled back, studying the marks he had left behind like an artist admiring his work.
You felt flushed—hot, exposed, and strangely dazed.
A sly smile curved on his lips as he leaned close again, your noses brushing. “If I had known you were like this,” he murmured softly, “I would have swept you away right there from the bakery.”
You blinked, sharply inhaling at his words.
Seeing this side of Yoon Jeonghan awakened a dangerous thought in the back of your mind. You had stepped into territory far more dangerous than you ever imagined.
Chapter 2: The Doting Father and His Daughter
That night, you ended up sleeping at Yoon’s estate with one eye open the entire time. When you finally returned to the bakery the next morning, you were greeted by a cluster of worried faces, including Seokmin’s. It seemed your sudden disappearance had sent everyone into a panic, searching for you like anxious hens.
You only brushed it off with a small smile. You could never tell them you had been at Yoon’s estate.
“Um, actually… there’s a gentleman looking for you,” Chan spoke up, causing you to frown in confusion.
Curious, you stepped out to meet him. A man stood there in a neatly pressed suit, offering you a gentle smile. He looked calm and warm—almost the complete opposite of Jeonghan.
“You must be Miss ___,” he said, extending a hand.
You hesitated for a moment before accepting it. Instead of a firm handshake, he simply held your knuckles lightly, far gentler than expected. “Yes… yes, that’s me,” you replied, returning a faint smile. “Is there a reason you’re looking for me?”
“Ah,” he said politely, “I suppose Judge Yoon has already informed you beforehand. Hasn’t he?”
Oh.
You remembered then.
Mr. Yoon had mentioned that a new attorney would be appointed for your father’s case.
You were surprised he had helped you this easily. Too easily. Something about it made your stomach twist. You knew better than to believe this was kindness.
Nothing from Yoon Jeonghan came without a price.
But he did it. He really did.
You just hated knowing the price you would eventually have to pay.
“With that,” the man continued gently, “my name is Joshua. I will be representing your father’s case from this point forward.”
And just like that, Joshua—now your father’s newly appointed attorney had entered your life.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Even though you were physically present, going through your usual routine, your mind drifted somewhere else entirely.
Too many possibilities. Too many outcomes.
You knew you had to see Mr. Yoon again tonight. Perhaps you could ask him more about everything. Somehow, it all felt unreal—too easy, too good to be true. Your heart refused to calm down. If anything, the unease only grew stronger. No one knew about this arrangement except the two of you. Yoon Jeonghan and you. That night, you really did meet him again, just as the two of you had agreed for further discussion, yet somehow, you had a bad feeling about this meeting.
Was this how Judge Yoon handled every arrangement tied to bribery?
But you weren’t like those people. You hadn’t bribed him.
Instead, you had offered yourself willingly to do anything. That was what you told him, yet even now, you weren’t sure what you were actually willing to give. The thought alone made your stomach twist in discomfort, especially when you knew you couldn’t possibly repay him with money. You glanced around his study as you waited for him, examining the room and its surroundings. That was what the maid had told you to do when you first arrived.
Obviously, he was a busy man.
You couldn’t expect someone like him to spare much attention for a matter like yours, someone who had come here desperately begging him to release a father accused of a crime he didn’t commit.
It was pathetic, really.
You refused to accept defeat even when it seemed painfully clear that the odds were against you. So why had Judge Yoon even bothered to pay attention to someone like you?
Your thoughts scattered the moment the door suddenly opened.
The devil himself had arrived.
Mr. Yoon stepped into the room, looking as though he had just finished dealing with something important. “I apologize for the delay, Miss ___,” he said casually, tossing his coat onto the chair behind his desk. Then his eyes landed on you. “Now,” he continued coolly, “spit it out. What can you offer me?”
Something about Mr. Yoon was unsettling. He could combine politeness and cruelty within the same sentence.
You blinked, caught off guard by the bluntness of his question. “Pardon?”
Mr. Yoon began unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves before rolling them up, exposing his forearms. “You heard me,” he said flatly. “Don’t pretend you didn’t.”
He stepped closer. Close enough that heat rushed to your face.
You didn’t know what to say.
Yes, you had agreed to this arrangement, but the thought of what it might truly mean suddenly made your resolve waver. A cold feet.
He could take your bakery. Your savings. Everything you owned.
But offering yourself—
That possibility had never crossed your mind when you first begged him. And now you are here. Standing in front of him, unsure of what you had truly agreed to.
“Or perhaps,” he murmured, his voice lowering, “you’re pretending you didn’t know what you signed up for… little bird.”
Suddenly, his hand gripped your waist. You gasped as he effortlessly lifted you onto the edge of his study desk. His arms caged you in on both sides, trapping you there as his gaze bore into yours—dark and unreadable. His hand moved to loosen his tie, the knot sliding down as he undid two buttons of his shirt.
The sound of his slow exhale made your body tense. It was obvious now that he was in a foul mood. And he had no patience left to entertain hesitation.
“I told you, I’m not a patient man…” he murmured lowly, leaning closer.
You felt his hands creep up along your thighs, the touch almost sensual, and instinctively you stopped him. His lips tugged into a smirk at your reaction.
“My, my, ___,” he drawled teasingly, “you’re making me look like a monster with that reaction.”
He chuckled softly as he withdrew his hands, resting them back on the desk on either side of you. His head tilted slightly as he studied your expression.
“You knew the price for this,” he continued. “If you can’t seem to pay the fee… you might as well pay with something else.”
His gaze lingered meaningfully as he leaned close to your ear. “…or rather,” he whispered, “someone else.”
With a casual flick, he popped open the button of your dress collar. The fabric loosened instantly beneath his fingers, and you gasped, hurriedly clutching it closed again. He chuckled under his breath, almost mockingly, as though amused by how flustered you were. “You act like a virgin.”
Then, unexpectedly, his expression shifted. “I have a daughter,” he said suddenly.
That made you pause.
“…She has always liked the castella cake I buy for her. Which is probably why you realized by now why I always purchase that specific one from your little bakery.”
You stayed quiet, unsure how to react. You knew he had been married once, but you had never heard that he had a daughter. The thought that someone like him was actually a father felt strangely unsettling.
“Her mother and I were arranged in a loveless marriage,” he continued casually. “I never felt any romantic attachment to her. But we had a child nonetheless.”
His fingers brushed along your cheek, and you shivered slightly at the unexpected gentleness of the touch. “But I do dote on my daughter,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “Quite a lot, actually. I cherish her.”
He paused for a moment before continuing. “Her nanny has grown rather old over the years. I’ve been looking for a replacement.”
Your brows lifted slightly in surprise. You weren’t sure if he was implying what you thought he was. You didn’t even know how old his daughter was.
He noticed the faint relief crossing your face. Then his hand suddenly slid back over your dress. You yelped softly when his warm palms settled against your bare thighs.
“Oh, don’t look so relieved just yet,” he murmured with a low chuckle. “I still have my interests in you, little dove.” His voice rumbled with quiet amusement as his fingers traced lightly over your skin. “You belong to me now,” he continued, his gaze locking onto yours.
“For a lifetime.”
His hands slowly brushed along the inside of your thighs. He leaned closer until his lips were a hair’s breadth from yours. “I’m having a bad day dealing with some outdated fools,” he murmured. “The least you could do for me is be good.”
His nose brushed against your jaw as he inhaled deeply, as though savoring your scent. You instinctively held your breath. One of his hands pinned your wrist against the desk while the other settled at the back of your nape.
His lips curved into a wicked smirk, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “You like this, don’t you?”
His hands slid higher, fingers grazing the lacy edge of your panties. A soft gasp escaped you before you could stop it.
He hushed you immediately, his voice dropping into something almost coaxing. “You signed up for this, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I think it’s far too late to back out now. Think about your precious papa sitting in that cell.”
This bastard.
He had done that on purpose, just to remind you.
You frowned, and he seemed to enjoy that reaction far too much.
Leaning closer, he pressed soft kisses against the edge of your ear before trailing them slowly down your jaw. He wasn’t touching you intimately, not truly, but it felt like he was.
Every brush of his fingers, every whisper against your skin set your nerves on fire. He was stoking something inside you, a slow-burning heat you weren’t sure you wanted to extinguish.
You weren’t even sure you could.
“Come now, little dove,” he breathed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
“Are you going to be good for me… or do I need to make you?” His teeth grazed your earlobe, and you yelped softly. A biting tease, a silent threat. He wanted to hear you say it. And if you didn’t, he looked entirely prepared to make you beg.
His fingers slip beneath the fabric of your panties, touching your bare skin for the first time. Your whimper fills the air, a sweet sound that makes his blood sing with hunger. He feels the heat of you, the slickness of your folds. “Dirty girl, already this wet while waiting for me?” he taunts you, the soft pad of his thumb pressed against your clit, the way your body yields to his touch. It’s intoxicating, addictive, and he knows he’s found something he wants to possess completely.
Your face grew warm at the realization, feeling embarrassment rush over your entire face that you were capable of such a thing. You were definitely ashamed of it.
His fingers stroke through your folds, teasing, exploring—learning what makes you gasp and what makes you moan. “You’re so soft, so responsive. I can feel you throbbing for my touch already.” He continued to circle your clit with the pad of his finger, applying the barest pressure just enough to make you ache for more. His other hand slides up your side, cupping the soft swell of your breast, thumb pressing over the peak of your nipple through the fabric of your dress. He can feel it stiffen under his touch.
Part of it was that you hated how your body responded to him in every way possible. You couldn’t help but shudder at every touch he gave, your voice betraying you with involuntary sighs and soft whimpers.
“Look at you,” he whispers, voice rough with desire. “Coming undone with the simplest touch. I’ve barely started, and you’re already panting for me.” His fingers dip lower, slipping between your folds, feeling your slick heat coat his skin. “I wonder how long it will take before you’re begging me for more?” He curls his fingers inside you, stroking your inner walls, feeling them clench around him. His palm grinds against your clit, the pressure delicious and maddening all at once. From the looks of it, he’s not going to let up, not until he’s had his fill.
And judging by the way your body responds, you might just let him have it. “Keep your eyes on me while I fuck my fingers into you, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice almost commanding. His dark eyes stayed fixed on you. Your mouth fell open as you struggled to maintain eye contact while he worked you through it.
His fingers thrust deeper—harder, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room. “Can feel you getting closer, your cunt tightening around me. You want to come, don’t you?” He taunts you as he leans in, brushing your ear, breath mingling with yours. “Come for me then, sweetheart.” With that, his fingers pump harder, faster—driving into you with a newfound urgency. He can feel you tensing, your walls fluttering around his invading digits, and he knows you’re close.
You gripped his shoulders, tightening around him as you finally got your release, coming undone hard enough that you moaned out his name.
“That’s it,” he praises, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. He swallows your cries, drinking in the sweet sounds of your ecstasy. His tongue delves deep, tangling with yours as he claims you thoroughly. The kiss feels like more than simple desire. It’s as if he wants to devour you entirely, like he wants to crawl beneath your skin and stay there, chasing the heat and hunger only you seem able to give him.
When he finally breaks the kiss, you’re both left panting.
His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide with desire, a wicked glint flickering in their depths. He’s not done with you yet. Not by a long shot. “Fuck… that was intense.”
He slips his fingers from you, bringing them to his lips. You watch, dazed and pleasure-drunk, as he slowly licks your essence from his skin. The way his eyes never leave yours only makes the sight more embarrassing, more intimate than it should be. “Tastes better than that sweet cake itself,” he confesses, a filthy smirk tugging at his lips.
“For someone so defiant like a kitty, you sure listen to me obediently.” He laughs softly, the sound edged with mockery.
His hands grasp your knees before he sharply spreads your legs wider, making you gasp. His gaze never leaves you, firm and unwavering. “From now on,” he says calmly, “you’ll cater to my daughter’s needs… and meet me like this every evening at six.”
With that, he captures your lips in another heated kiss. Your protest is muffled as he maneuvers you roughly against the desk.
The rest is history.
…
You had never had a child of your own, nor had you ever imagined caring for one. However, that didn’t mean you were bad with children.
So when you met the current nanny, a woman probably in her sixties, you couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised. She didn’t look nearly as fragile as Jeonghan had exaggerated. If anything, she seemed rather firm, strict even like someone who had managed the Yoon estate for many years.
It was clear she had experience.
You had no doubts about her abilities. If anything, your doubts lay with Jeonghan himself.
Whatever reason he had for suddenly assigning you the role of caring for his daughter felt unusual. Why would he entrust you with something so personal? Of all people, he should know better than to let a stranger become this close to his family.
The thought lingered quietly in your mind.
Once, when you had tried to pursue your original profession, you had worried it might someday put your family at risk. Perhaps that was why things had never worked out the way you had hoped.
Perhaps there had been a reason you never managed to follow that path.
As you listened to the rules she explained, you soon realized she wasn’t merely the young lady’s caretaker. She had been managing the Yoon estate for many years. You didn’t ask for further details, but it was clear she must know Jeonghan far better than most.
When she opened the door that presumably led to his daughter’s room, she began, “You will only need to prepare teatime for Miss Yoon. You don’t need to concern yourself with the rest of the household.”
You blinked as you glanced through the small opening of the door. From where you stood, you couldn’t see the girl clearly. She appeared to be sitting by the window, her figure faintly reflected in the glass, but the details of her face were indistinct.
“Then… may I ask?” you said cautiously. “How old is the young lady?”
Your question made the old woman hesitate.
It was subtle, but you noticed the way her shoulders stiffened as she tried to remain composed. “…She’s ten.”
That was all she said.
Something about the way she answered made suspicion stir within you. She had been sharp and confident before, yet now there was uncertainty in her voice, her eyes avoiding yours.
As if she were lying.
You brushed the thought aside, not wanting to make it a bigger issue than it was.
Everything should be manageable. You could balance your time between the bakery and this new responsibility. After all, Jeonghan wasn’t that cruel.
For now.
Soon, you would have to attend your father’s trial.
And then what?
Even if Jeonghan truly guaranteed your father’s innocence, you knew things could never return to the way they once were. You had already paid the price. There was no backing out now. You had chosen this yourself, after all. And yet… a quiet unease lingered in your chest, as though you had stepped onto a path that would never let you walk away.
Joshua handled the proceedings with remarkable efficiency.
The case was brought before a different judge that morning, an older man with silver hair and a stern expression who barely spared a glance at the spectators filling the small courtroom.
Documents were presented. Testimonies reviewed.
Joshua spoke calmly but firmly, pointing out the inconsistencies in the accusation that had placed your father behind bars in the first place. What had once looked like an open-and-shut case slowly unraveled before the court’s eyes.
By the end of the hearing, the truth was painfully obvious. Your father had been wrongfully accused.
The judge adjusted his spectacles before delivering the final verdict. “Given the evidence presented,” he said gravely, “the court finds no grounds to continue this prosecution.”
Your hands tightened around the wooden bench.
“The defendant is hereby cleared of all charges and released effective immediately.”
The gavel struck.
And just like that, your father was free.
Your heart suddenly felt lighter. The heavy weight that had been pressing against your chest for so long finally began to lift. Though you knew there were still many things waiting to unravel in the future, you couldn’t guarantee that life would ever return to normal after this.
All you could do was pray that the world would be kinder to you from now on. Although… that felt like too much to ask after bargaining with the devil.
Your father would be released properly soon enough. For now, you and Joshua stepped outside the courtroom together.
It wouldn’t be a lie to say that you were curious about how Jeonghan had managed to secure someone like Joshua as an attorney so quickly. Then again, a man like him probably had connections everywhere.
You wondered if Joshua knew what lurked behind Jeonghan’s deception.
“Thank you for everything, Attorney Hong,” you said, offering him a small smile. “You helped us a great deal.”
In return, he gave you his usual gentle smile.
“I already told you to just call me Joshua,” he said lightly. “But yes, it is my job.”
You couldn’t help but wonder more about him, whether he knew anything about the truth behind all of this. You searched his expression carefully for any hint of the kind of manipulation Jeonghan carried so effortlessly.
But there was none.
“I know this may not be my place to ask,” you began slowly, “but… do you and Judge Yoon know each other?”
Joshua chuckled softly as he adjusted his tie. “Ah, there’s no need to worry about that. We’ve known each other since we were students,” he replied. “So when he suddenly asked me for a favour… I’ll admit it was rather unusual coming from him.”
“Oh,” you murmured. “A favour, you mean?”
Joshua hummed thoughtfully. “He didn’t specify much. Only that there was a complicated case he thought would suit me.”
So that meant he was unaware of your situation… and of your arrangement with Jeonghan. Still, the thought of anyone else learning about it made unease stir within you.
“Miss ___?” Joshua’s gentle voice pulled you from your thoughts.
“Yes?”
“This may sound a little forward,” he said carefully, “but… is there someone waiting for you?”
You blinked, trying to process his question.
Seeing your confusion, he laughed softly, his expression charming and warm. “My apologies,” he clarified. “What I meant to ask is… are you currently seeing anyone?”
It took you a moment to respond before you shook your head with a faint smile. “No… there isn’t anyone like that waiting for me.”
Joshua smiled, almost with relief. “Then… would you mind if I sought to court you someday?”
That truly caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected such a question. It wasn’t the first time someone had expressed interest in you. There had been others before, even Seokmin once.
But that felt like a lifetime ago.
You hesitated before answering. “…I’m sorry, Joshua,” you said gently. “I don’t think I’m in the right place to pursue love or marriage right now.” You offered him an apologetic smile.
If you were being honest, you had considered such dreams once. But those hopes had faded long ago, first because of your father’s illness, and now because of your situation with Jeonghan.
Perhaps a life of your own family simply wasn’t meant for you.
Joshua accepted your rejection with remarkable grace. “I understand,” he said calmly. “Then I can only hope that if fate allows us to meet again… you might consider me with an open heart.”
You smiled in return, grateful for his kindness.
He reached for your hand and pressed a gentle kiss against your knuckles. “Do write to me if you ever need my help.”
With that, he finally took his leave.
For some reason, you found yourself wishing him happiness. And deep inside, a small part of you hoped that perhaps, in another life or under different circumstances, you might meet him again properly.
As you watched Joshua disappear down the courthouse steps, a black carriage stood quietly across the street.
Inside it, a familiar pair of eyes observed everything.
...
Six o’clock was nearing.
You informed Chan to handle the closing at the bakery. After all, you trusted your staff completely, they had been working with you for years.
You also told your papa not to wait for you tonight. You claimed you had matters to attend to outside, much to his disappointment that you couldn’t spend the evening with him. It hurt more than you expected to lie to him like that.
You had told him you were fortunate enough to meet a capable attorney, that his case had been reopened through a petition. The lie tasted bitter in your mouth, but it was easier than explaining the truth. It pained you to lie to Seokmin as well. Though you had been careful and secretive about it, you could only hope he hadn’t noticed anything strange.
Something about the Yoon estate always made you uneasy.
There were maids and servants around, yet you could hardly feel their presence. They rarely spoke, barely interacted with anyone. Sometimes you wondered what the point of hiring them was if they behaved like shadows.
The only person who ever spoke to you normally was the nanny. She had been in the estate the longest.
It wasn’t the quiet that bothered you, it was the air itself. Something about it felt… unsettling. Perhaps it was just your imagination. Still, for such a large estate, the silence felt unnatural.
By now you should have heard a child running down the hallways, laughter echoing through the rooms.
But Miss Yoon wasn’t quite the child you had imagined.
It was strange, yet you never questioned it.
You replaced the tea and placed a fresh slice of cake on the table, just as the nanny had instructed. You didn’t look directly at the young lady, nor did you attempt to speak to her.
Still, you couldn’t help noticing that the table sat just beside the chair.
From behind, you could see the young girl sitting there, facing the window.
Unmoving.
At first, you hadn’t paid much attention to the details. But over time, you began to notice something odd.
The same warm tea would grow cold. The same slice of cake would remain untouched.
Morning. Afternoon. Evening. Night.
Every time you replaced them, they remained exactly the same. It felt wasteful, yet the nanny had insisted you change everything at every teatime.
A faint sense of dread began to creep into your thoughts.
While waiting for Jeonghan’s arrival, you took a quiet stroll through the estate. Your eyes wandered toward the library, a room that had quickly become your refuge. The shelves were filled with books of every kind, and whenever you had spare time, you found yourself drawn there.
Strangely enough, Jeonghan never seemed to mind. That alone unsettled you.
Your steps eventually slowed near a familiar door. His daughter’s room.
The door was slightly open.
You stepped closer, peering inside. The same chair faced the window, its back turned toward you. Once again, you could only see the girl’s silhouette.
You leaned slightly to catch her reflection in the glass.
Just before you could make it out—
“Miss ___.”
You startled at the voice. Mrs. Thompson stood behind you, her expression stern. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said firmly. “Lord Yoon will be arriving shortly.”
You blinked slowly, adjusting the silk robe around your shoulders. “…Right. I’m sorry. I was just returning from the library.”
Mrs. Thompson studied you for a moment before stepping forward and gently closing the door. Her movements seemed almost… protective or perhaps cautious.
Your attention then shifted to the suitcase she was holding. “Were you about to leave?” you asked, brows lifting in surprise.
The thought of her leaving so soon unsettled you more than you expected. If anything, you preferred having her around. It had only been a week since this strange routine began, and the estate already felt eerie enough.
She nodded. “I received a letter earlier today. One of my relatives has passed away,” she explained calmly. “I informed Lord Yoon beforehand. I trust you will be able to manage in my absence.”
“Ah… I see,” you murmured quietly. You tried not to show your disappointment. “My condolences.”
You were never the type to pry into other people’s affairs. Still, it was difficult to ignore when there were so many things left unexplained, so many mysteries surrounding this house. Everything in this estate… everything involving Yoon Jeonghan himself… felt unsettling.
Disturbing, even.
Ironically, when you first met him, you had assumed he was simply a lonely, sorrowful man. Now it felt like something far deeper than that. Whatever lay behind his actions, you knew better than to dig into it. Some things were better left unknown. Ignorance was bliss, as they say.
Your fingers drifted over the frame of a photograph resting on his mahogany desk, the very same desk where he had taken you before. The memory alone warmed your cheeks, and you quickly pushed the thought away.
The photograph showed a young girl. Her smile was angelic. You assumed it must be his daughter. At last, you were seeing her face clearly. It was almost amusing how much she resembled her father.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open.
Jeonghan had arrived.
You quickly set the photograph back down before turning toward him.
His eyes flicked briefly to the frame you had just replaced, then returned to you. “I assume Mrs. Thompson has already informed you about her leave?” he said casually.
He approached slowly, hands tucked inside the robe draped over his nightwear.
“She did,” you replied, straightening slightly. “Though I’m not sure when she’ll return.”
Jeonghan smirked. The expression alone sent a chill down your spine as he stepped closer, trapping you between him and the desk.
Your back pressed lightly against the wood.
“Why the worried face?” he murmured. “Afraid you’ll be spending more time here than you expected?”
You stiffened as he leaned down, his breath brushing beneath your jaw as he inhaled your scent. To him, the faint sweetness of flour and sugar lingering from the bakery, mixed with your soft perfume, was intoxicating.
“I wasn’t,” you replied.
But your voice came out softer than intended. Barely audible. Not when his face was already buried against your neck, his lips brushing down toward your collarbone while you instinctively steadied yourself with your hands against his chest.
He pulled back suddenly. His face hovered inches from yours. “Next time,” he said calmly, his dark eyes piercing into you, “try saying it properly. Like you’re standing in a courtroom… not whimpering beneath me.”
Heat rushed to the back of your neck.
The audacity of this man, placing the courtroom and your humiliation in the same sentence.
He chuckled. His hands slipped easily around your waist, pulling you closer as he hummed softly, clearly pleased by the sight of you in silk nightwear. “Don’t start acting shy now,” he teased. “Not when you were moaning my name beneath me just yesterday.”
You inhaled sharply, staring at him in disbelief. “Could you not say that?”
“Oh, of course I can,” he replied lightly. “You’re mine, after all.”
He tilted your head gently before pressing his lips to yours. This kiss was different. It was slow and sensual. Nothing like the rough intensity he usually showed. And you hated the way you found yourself melting into it.
You had never imagined something as simple as a kiss could feel so intoxicating—not when he deepened it, his tongue brushing against yours as though claiming you completely.
For a moment, you forgot why you were even here.
Eventually, you both pulled away, breathless. “You enjoy this more than you realize, little bird,” he murmured with a grin.
“Ugh.” You tried to turn away, but he caught your hips easily, holding you in place.
His chin rested against your shoulder as he whispered softly beside your ear. “Ah, ah. And where do you think you’re going?”
You exhaled slowly, your breathing shallow as your back rested against him, his arms loosely wrapped around you.
“Though I would prefer you to be more obedient,” he continued thoughtfully, “I must admit this defiant side of you is far more entertaining.”
His lips brushed gently against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
He was infuriating. A cruel bastard.
Those were the words you wanted to say. In spite of that, you had made an agreement with him. Even so, the strange atmosphere of this house continued to nag at the back of your mind. Yet you dared not ask directly.
Instead, you tried something safer.
You asked about his daughter. “I haven’t heard her name yet,” you said carefully. “May I ask, if you don’t mind?”
For a brief moment, silence filled the room. You didn’t dare turn around to see his expression. You couldn’t tell if he was upset or something else entirely. But eventually, he answered. “Jiae,” he said simply. “…It means wisdom and intelligence, combined with love.” His voice softened slightly. “Isn’t that beautiful?” His fingers tightened slightly around your waist when he said her name.
You could feel his warm breath against your skin. For a moment, the way he held you felt almost like that of lovers.
Except that the two of you were nothing close to that.
You hadn’t expected him to answer so calmly. If anything, you had expected him to snap at you.
“It is…” you replied quietly.
The thought lingered in your mind. This man was a father, and yet he lived a life surrounded by corruption. You couldn’t tell whether it was driven by pleasure, greed, or hatred. Perhaps it was all of them.
Either way, you decided you would rather not know.
Come to think of it, you wondered if he had any other family aside from just him and his ‘daughter’. It wasn’t your place to ask anyway. You had your assumptions here and there, but you preferred to remain unbothered by them. Feeling a bit braver, you spoke up.
“...Are there any family members aside from just your daughter and you?” you asked softly, your head not daring to turn toward him as if he might bite the moment you did.
He only let out a faint chuckle, the kind that made every part of your skin crawl in the most eerie way. “Interested in my lineage, huh?” His grip tightened, squeezing your hips and forcing you to shift.
“To answer that…” he whispered against your ear in a way that felt almost intimate, both electrifying and unsettling. “…I’m quite distant from my parents. Ever since my late wife passed away, I’ve been distant from my in-laws as well.”
What does he mean by that?
Your lingering thoughts were abruptly cut off when he suddenly pushed you against his desk. Your palms instinctively caught yourself on the surface as you felt your body bend forward. You blinked in surprise, feeling him hover over your back. Your hips pressed against him, making you stiffen as a sharp inhale escaped your lips.
“Why? Interested in continuing my bloodline?” he whispered, his hot breath making you feel flushed at how close he was. His hands rested over yours, pinning them there.
His chuckle this time was crueler, as if he were mocking you or simply enjoying the way you reacted.
When you tried to protest and spin around, he held you firmly in place, making you gasp. The position was compromising, normally you would have tried to shove him away, but you couldn’t afford to provoke his temper. For someone with such a sharp tongue, he also had a dangerously quiet patience.
“Stay where you are, sweetheart,” he murmured lowly, his voice turning rough. “If you’re interested in being part of my family, the option is always open.”
A small, helpless whine escaped your lips when you felt him grind sharply against you. Your breath caught in your throat at his words. The implication alone was enough to make heat rush up your neck, your fingers tightening against the polished wood beneath your palms.
“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, though the protest lacked its usual sharpness.
Another low chuckle escaped him. “Am I?” he murmured, voice brushing against your ear as his chest pressed closer to your back. “You’re the one asking about my family.”
You swallowed. “That’s not what I meant.”
His fingers slowly slid over yours where they rested on the desk, deliberately intertwining them as if he were claiming the space between them. “But you’re curious,” he continued softly. “And curiosity always leads somewhere interesting.”
You tried to twist around to face him again, but his hand settled firmly against your waist, keeping you exactly where you were.
“Did I say you could move?” he asked, the amusement in his tone unmistakable.
A frustrated breath left you. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet,” he murmured, leaning closer so his lips nearly brushed the shell of your ear, “you keep coming back to me.”
The warmth of him behind you was impossible to ignore now. Every slight movement only made you more aware of how close he was, how easily he could keep you pinned there.
Your heart pounded louder than you liked. “You’re impossible,” you whispered.
“Perhaps.” His grip tightened slightly on your waist, not painful, just enough to remind you of the position you were in. “But you didn’t answer me,” he added quietly. “About joining my family.”
You scoffed under your breath, trying to regain some composure. “You’re the one who dragged me into this mess in the first place.”
“Dragged you?” he hummed. “That’s an interesting way to describe it.”
Before you could reply, he pressed himself against your back, one hand sliding around to your stomach while the other gripped your hip possessively. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck as he spoke with a needy rumble. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re not married.”
Your breath hitched, your mouth falling slightly open when you felt his other hand slide lower, cupping your inner thigh beneath the silk fabric, just close enough to touch you intimately. His other hand slid up from your hip, fingers tracing the underside of your breast through the thin fabric of your nightwear. Your heart racing beneath his palm, matching the frantic pounding of his own.
He nipped at your earlobe before trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. Cupping your breasts fully, his thumb brushing against the peak of your nipple through the fabric. Letting out an audible sigh, your silk robe slipped slightly off your shoulder, the thin strap of your nightwear sliding easily down your smooth skin.
Jeonghan’s hand slid up, yanking the silk robe the rest of the way off. He pushed the outer layer aside as it pooled on the floor, exposing your skin to the cool air, and to his heated gaze. Now his hand cupped the soft swell of your breast, thumb brushing against the curve as he leaned in to whisper hotly against your ear, “You like this, don’t you?” He made a sharp thrust against your ass, yelping at the roughness. “Keep whimpering like that, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you so hard until all you know is the feeling of me inside, around you, consuming you completely.”
His words send shivers down to your spine. He let out a low, feral growl as he pulled your nightwear up, the silky fabric, and ripped your panties aside, baring your most intimate area to his gaze. You could feel the heat of your core, the slick arousal that coated your folds and the cold air made you whimper. He wasted no time as his fingers slid through your slickness, teasing your entrance before pushing inside, filling you in one swift, hard thrust.
"Always so ready for me, little bird,” he groaned, “Can feel how much you want this, how much you need me inside you.” He pumped his fingers in and out of you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nubs. His other hand slid up to kneading the soft flesh roughly as he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers. Before you could even process the pleasure of having him finally touch you, he took it away from you.
You could only whine helplessly, feeling the surge of overwhelmedness, he was grinning and you tried to plead him wanting for more. At this point, you can’t help but to surrender to your desire for your desperate release.
Jeonghan didn’t waste no time in fulfilling your desperate plea, with a guttural groan, he hilted himself inside you with one powerful thrust, your body yielding to his as he stretched and filled you completely. A moan escaped from your lips, your walls clenching down around his hard length.
He set a hard, fast pace, pounding into you with a fervor you’d never experienced before. Each thrust pushed you forward, the desk creaking beneath you with the force of his lovemaking. One hand gripped your hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he held you in place. The other slid up to your throat, tilting your head back to expose the column of your neck to his hungry mouth. Licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing your pulse point before he bit down, marking you as his. All the while, he never ceased his relentless thrusts, his cock driving into you deep and hard. Hitting that secret spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.
He punctuated his filthy words with a sharp thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he filled you completely, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside your fluttering walls. You were blabbering nonsense as he fucked you, unable to keep your mind straight.
Jeonghan groaned deeply as he felt your walls fluttering and clenching around his throbbing cock, your body tensing as your climax approached. He redoubled his efforts, fucking you with wild abandon as he chased your pleasure, determined to make you come undone. “That’s it, darling,” he growled against your nape. "Come for me, I’ll pump your womb full with my seed and put a baby in you.” He could feel his own release building, his balls tightening as your velvet walls squeezed him like a vice. He gritted his teeth, fighting back his own climax, wanting to hold off until he could make you come first.
The thought of yourself pregnant with his child is almost frantic, yet your pussy clenched hard around his shaft, like you’re about to snap him in half. He chuckled darkly when he felt it, “You want that, sweetheart? I’ll make you a mother then, so that you could only depend on me.”
Suddenly, he felt your body stiffen and then convulse beneath him, your back arching as you cried out his name. Your walls flutter as your orgasm crashes over you. He mumbled out a cuss, his voice echoing off the bedroom walls. Jeonghan slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside your spasming cunt. He let out a guttural groan, finding his own release as he filled you with his hot seed.
“You are so good to me, sweetheart.” he gasped out, brushing his lips against your nape, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself inside you. “...so fucking good. You’re mine…all mine, remember that.” he whispered, placing a feverish kiss on your bare shoulder.
Chapter 3: A Confession To Be Told
You have been spacing out a lot lately. Sometimes you would be sleeping soundly beside Jeonghan, and then there would be moments when you felt strangely restless.
Both mentally and physically, you felt disturbed. You weren’t sure if you had lost track of your cycle, and your appetite had become so sensitive that you could barely eat properly. You figured it was simply the result of stress, managing the bakery along with everything else weighing on your mind.
Your thoughts were suddenly snapped away when Seungkwan called your name repeatedly as you stood at the cashier. “Are you alright?” he asked, examining you from head to toe as if trying to make sure.“You’ve been distant a lot lately. I hope you’re not seriously sick.”
You gave him a faint smile and shook your head. “I’m alright… just a little restless, perhaps.”
He didn’t seem convinced. His eyes lingered on the silver diamond necklace around your neck. “That’s beautiful,” he said. “When did you buy it?”
You didn’t answer right away. Absentmindedly, you reached up and gently held the necklace. Your mind drifted as you remembered it was given by Jeonghan. Though to you, it felt less like a gift and more like a collar, something meant to remind you that you belonged to him.
Instead, you gave Seungkwan a small smile. “It’s from a friend…” you said.
Seungkwan hummed thoughtfully as he continued packaging the goods. “Right. This friend of yours definitely knows how to choose the perfect gift for a lady.”
You didn’t reply. It almost sounded as if he was implying you were seeing someone, though the situation was far more complicated than he imagined.
Setting that thought aside, you greeted another customer approaching as usual, offering the warm smile you always wore. A man stood tall before you, his broad shoulders immediately catching your attention. He looked a little intimidating at first. You didn’t think you had ever seen him around before, probably a new face.
After he made his purchase, he gave you a small nod, and you returned it with a polite smile. It was unusual; you found yourself watching his figure until he disappeared from sight.
“Boo, do you know that man just now? I don’t think I’ve ever seen his face here…” you asked.
Seungkwan lifted his head from his work and thought for a moment. “Oh, yeah. He just recently started coming by. I think his name was Seungcheol?” he said. Then he added, “He usually comes around this hour when you’re not here.”
You turned to look at him. “Recently?” you questioned.
Seungkwan hummed in response. “Yeah, he said he’s kind of new here. Got dispatched here because of work reasons,” he shrugged casually.
You didn’t answer immediately. “…Oh. May I ask what his occupation is?”
“I think he mentioned something about investigation-related work,” Seungkwan said with another shrug. “I don’t know much though. Maybe he’s a police officer or something.”
Unexpectedly, Seokmin came in, his usual bright smile directed at you. It made your heart feel lighter for a moment, only a little. Sometimes you had forgotten that you’d been spending less time with him. You had even forgotten that you’d promised him a day out, something he had been looking forward to for a while.
So you went anyway, wanting to get some fresh air from everything. Just to breathe, even for a moment. You hoped he didn’t notice the weariness on your face that you sometimes tried to hide. The thought of him questioning you about it made you feel even more drained. You simply didn’t want to explain anything.
As the two of you strolled past the shops, you suddenly noticed a familiar figure across a boutique.
It was Mrs. Kwon.
Since when had her probation ended? You assumed you simply hadn’t been keeping track, but seeing her spending lavishly again, just like before. It reminded you that she had won favor in her previous case regarding her late husband. Ironically, she didn’t look sorrowful at all. In fact, it was the complete opposite. She looked exactly the same as she did before the case, as if nothing had ever happened.
Your suspicion stirred.
Then you remembered that Judge Yoon had been the one assigned to her case.
Did she bribe him too?
So occupied with your thoughts, you didn’t even hear Seokmin calling your name several times. You blinked and turned to him.
“Yes?”
He studied your face. “You’ve been so distracted lately. Your staff even told me you’ve been acting unusual,” he said with a sigh. “You know, if you’re feeling unwell, you can tell me anything.”
You smiled at him, a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, though you hoped he wouldn’t notice.
“I’m alright. Just a little restless, I guess.”
Seokmin smiled back, believing you. He continued browsing the jewelry displayed in the shop window.
“I was thinking of getting you something nice,” he said, “but when I saw that necklace you’re wearing, I decided to choose something else.”
Blinking, you glanced down at the necklace Jeonghan had given you.
“T-this?”
He hummed as he examined the different pieces of jewelry. “It got me thinking. The one you’re wearing is actually part of a matching set with a ring. It’s almost like a wedding gift.”
His eyes turned toward you.
Your throat suddenly felt dry. You didn’t know what to say. Did Jeonghan give it to you on purpose? Instead of feeling flattered, you only felt as if you were being trapped in something you had never agreed to.
Seokmin seemed not to notice your pale expression.
“It’s a shame,” he continued softly. “I was planning to choose that for you. I know you told me before that you don’t want to settle down yet, but I just wanted to make a promise with you.”
You felt a little lightheaded. Seokmin’s words never truly reached you. Your mind was flooded with too many things, and love simply had no space left within it.
“Are you alright, ____?” Seokmin gently held your hand, his voice soft with concern.
You steadied your breathing and nodded.
He could tell you were overwhelmed. Your lack of response made him flustered. “I’m sorry if I’m being too forward,” he said quickly. “I told you I would respect your decision—your space.” He inhaled slowly before continuing. “The truth is, I really want to be with you, ____. Lately, my family’s business has been facing a lot of problems. We’re dealing with some charges for reasons I don’t even fully understand yet.”
He hesitated before adding quietly, “I even got your father’s blessing for us.”
Your heart clenched.
“I just… I want to promise you the life I hope to build with you,” he said earnestly. “Maybe someday, when you’re ready, when you finally decide to find happiness with me.” You heard him clearly, his devotion, his sincerity. But you couldn’t accept it. Not when you were trapped in the circumstances you had created. Your life was no longer normal.
Sensing your silence, Seokmin rested his hand gently over yours and gave you a small smile. “Think about it, okay?” he said softly. “You know I’ve always loved you.” And yet the weight of the necklace around your throat felt heavier than ever. Even at this moment, when he wasn’t physically present, it felt as if Jeonghan was still there.
Then your eyes drifted past the glass of the shop window, and you saw the last person you expected to meet right now.
Jeonghan.
He was staring straight into your soul. Sitting inside the café across the street with one leg crossed over the other, he calmly sipped his drink. Had he been watching you the entire time while you were with Seokmin? The implication alone made your breath hitch.
Slowly, you withdrew your hand from Seokmin’s. Your pale expression was impossible to hide now. “I think… I need to go somewhere else first, Min,” you said suddenly. “We can… talk about this another time. After everything settles down, alright?”
You looked at him hopefully, wishing he would let it go. To your relief, he did, though you could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes when you indirectly avoided the conversation from earlier.
“Alright,” he said with a gentle smile. “Take care. I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
You nodded, offering him an apologetic smile before leaving the shop quickly. For some reason, your feet carried you straight into the café where Jeonghan was sitting.
He didn’t look surprised by your presence at all. Instead, he casually gestured toward the empty chair across from him. “Surprised, are we?” he said calmly. “Come. Won’t you accompany me on this lovely evening?”
You didn’t respond. You simply sat down across from him.
Whatever he was planning behind that calm expression, you refused to lower your guard. He had clearly seen you with Seokmin, yet it was impossible to tell what exactly was going through his mind.
He looked up at you now, his gaze steady and unreadable. He seemed… pleasant. That somehow made you even more uncomfortable.
“Is there any reason why you’re here?” you asked immediately, perhaps a little too sharply, as if you were trying to stop him from speaking first.
Jeonghan only grinned and placed his cup down with a soft clink. “Why? I’m simply enjoying my evening. I do have a life outside the courtroom, you know.” He hummed in amusement as he glanced out the window, toward the very place where you had been standing with Seokmin earlier. “I must say… that ‘friend’ of yours was rather touchy for someone getting close to a woman who doesn’t belong to him.”
The way he emphasized those words made you frown.
“He’s not just a friend,” you replied defensively. “He’s family. Perhaps even closer than that.”
Jeonghan hummed again, his eyes returning to yours.
“Is that so?” he said slowly. “Do family members usually propose to you and take you out to buy rings?”
You didn’t answer. Your palms tightened against the fabric of your coat.
He smirked at your silence. “And let’s be clear here,” he continued smoothly. “Does he even know you’re with me?”
You were about to reply, but he cut you off immediately.
“Don’t compare this to some cheap affair,” he said coldly. “Does it look like I treat you as a mere kept woman?” Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms over his chest with quiet arrogance. “The moment you made an agreement with me was the moment your life began to belong to me. Remember that.”
You stared at him in disbelief, momentarily at a loss for words.
“It’s unfortunate,” he continued casually, “that your friend happens to be the sole heir of his family business.”
Your ears sharpened immediately.
“I heard they’re currently facing charges involving money laundering. The opposing side has even approached me, asking if I would be willing to… assist them.”
Your brows furrowed. The implication became painfully clear in your mind. “Are you going to accept it?” you asked sharply. “Are you threatening me by putting my friend’s life at risk?”
Jeonghan chuckled softly. “Come now, little bird. You know it’s not my style to choose sides so easily. If something is too risky, why would I involve myself?”
He spoke casually, almost lazily. “Of course… it always depends on the case I’m handling.” He tilted his head slightly. “Though it’s usually quite obvious which side ends up being favored.”
Your heart began pounding violently. If the Lee family lost the case, they could go bankrupt–even if they were innocent. And judging from the way Jeonghan spoke so lightly about bribery and influence, it was clear he was playing with you.
Forcing you to choose. Just so he could remind you how much control he truly had.
“So?” he said with a soft tut. “The choice is yours, sweetheart. Say the word, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
You could hear the amusement in his voice, see the faint smile tugging at his lips.
The Lee family has helped you and your father many times. Of course you felt indebted to them. The thought of them suffering while you knew the truth… you weren’t sure you could live with that guilt.
You had already given yourself to Jeonghan. What more could he possibly want?
Exhaling slowly, you lifted your gaze to meet his. “What exactly do you gain from all of this?”
For a brief moment, he said nothing. He simply stared at you.
“You,” he answered at last.
You didn’t believe him. “Stop messing around,” you said, though your throat had gone dry.
Especially when the look in his eyes suggested something far more possessive. “Does it look like I am?” he asked quietly. He stood up and walked over to you, his steps slow and deliberate until he loomed beside your chair. “In return…” he murmured, leaning slightly closer. “You give yourself to me completely.”
Somehow, the necklace around your throat suddenly felt impossibly tight. Almost suffocating you, so that you can't even breathe.
…
You were never particularly religious, but sometimes you would stop by the church to offer your baked goods whenever they held Sunday prayers.
There were also days when you generously donated food to the orphanage, the lovely children who always welcomed you with bright smiles.
Lately, however, you had no reason to visit anymore.
And yet here you were now, early in the morning, sitting quietly in the church. You were the only one there as you clasped your hands together, your head bowed in prayer.
Everything had become so heavy. So difficult. With everything happening around you, you found yourself here, seeking solace and guidance, anything that might ease the turmoil in your heart. It felt as though you were walking straight toward the pit of hell, step by step, and there was no turning back.
You had never felt this lost before. Everything had become so complicated. When you finally finished your prayer, you let out a slow breath. Somehow, it made you feel a little lighter. Just a little.
The air inside the church felt cool and quiet. You should have been alone. Yet you could feel someone’s presence behind you. You didn’t turn around. “Speak,” you said calmly. “I know you’re there.”
A brief silence followed.
Then a voice spoke. “I apologize for disturbing you, madam,” the deep voice said. “My name is Choi Seungcheol. “Do you know a man named Yoon Jeonghan?”
You froze. Slowly, you turned to face the man. You tried not to show your surprise, but the mere mention of that name betrayed you.
“…No,” you said slowly. “…not personally. Why?”
The man named Seungcheol sighed as he stood up from the pew and approached you. You frowned immediately, your body going slightly rigid with caution.
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t lie to me,” he said calmly. “I saw you with him yesterday. At the cafe.”
You let out a defeated sigh and stood up. “In that case, I have nothing to say about this.”
You began to walk past him, intending to leave, when suddenly he grabbed your wrist. Your brows furrowed as you immediately yanked your hand away. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t pull people around like that,” you said sharply, glaring at him. “Do you always grab someone’s hand whenever you feel like it?”
You hadn’t meant for your words to come out so harshly, but lately you had been far more sensitive than usual. At this point, you couldn’t even bother trying to be polite anymore.
Why did a man always have to bother you every time?
Seungcheol studied you for a moment, unfazed by your sharp tone. “There have been reports of judges accepting favors, altering verdicts,” he said. He paused slightly before adding, “His name tends to appear around those rumors.”
Something about his words made your heart pound violently, so hard that you couldn’t answer him right away. You didn’t know whether you were walking on thin ice, or if your prayers had been answered a little too quickly.
Thanks to Jeonghan, your paranoia has probably worsened.
Seungkwan did mention what kind of person Seungcheol was, and you figured this must be what he meant.
“Rumors,” you echoed, looking away as if clinging to a false sense of hope. But what was the point? You had long since let that kind of hope fade. “A judge receiving personal profits is something anyone would say after losing a case,” you continued. “If it’s only a rumor and not an actual allegation, then I can’t answer that, sir.”
With that, you turned and began walking out of the church.
Seungcheol hurried after you until you stopped and turned around again. You were already exhausted from everything surrounding this situation—until he suddenly held out an envelope.
“Hear me out,” he said, slightly out of breath. “You have no idea how long I’ve been investigating this man. Four years now.” His expression hardened. “He’s not the kind of man you think he is.”
You stared at him, then at the envelope in his hand. Deep down, you already knew that. But whatever truth lurked inside that envelope… you weren’t sure if you could handle it.
Still, you took it.
Later, the two of you sat together, discussing everything in private.
A cup of warm tea sat between you on the table, untouched. You hadn’t even noticed it growing cold as you listened to Seungcheol recount everything he had discovered during his investigation. Case after case. Rumors of corruption. Suspicious verdicts. Influence that reached far beyond the courtroom. All you could do was sit there, almost hollow, as if your soul had already drifted somewhere far away. None of this truly surprised you.
Somehow, though, you still felt… lost.
Then Seungcheol mentioned something about Jeonghan’s past. Something that made you falter.
“What?”
Seungcheol spoke carefully. “I need your help,” he said. “If you can bring me anything from his mansion—documents, records, anything that could serve as evidence.”
“I can’t do that,” you replied immediately. “What if I find nothing?”
“You have to try,” he insisted. “It’s the only way we can prove it in court.”
You looked down again at the newspaper article inside the envelope. An old tragedy. An arson incident involving the Yoon residence. It reported the devastating loss of Jeonghan’s family.
Then something caught your attention.
His daughter.
Your heart began pounding again, this time in a far more unsettling way.
The article stated that both his wife and daughter had died in the fire. Their injuries had been too severe for them to survive.
“Seungcheol…” you said quietly. “Tell me more about this case.”
He leaned back in his chair, recalling what he remembered.
“It happened about eight years ago, if I’m not mistaken. From what I gathered, it was likely retaliation from people who were dissatisfied with the outcome of a trial.”
He continued, “Judge Yoon was assigned to the case. I’m not sure exactly how things escalated, but the losing side apparently didn’t take the result well. They wanted revenge.”
Your throat went dry.
“So they targeted his family.” He sighed. “It was tragic, really. I never thought people could go that far just because they doubted someone’s work.” He paused before adding, “Maybe that incident changed him. But whatever the reason, it still doesn’t justify what he’s doing now.”
His tone hardened. “He’s practically letting criminals walk free.”
You were already aware of that. But your thoughts drifted to something else.
To a specific memory. To the girl inside that mansion.
The one living there with you and Jeonghan.
“D-does that mean… he’s the only survivor?” you asked hesitantly.
Seungcheol shook his head. “He wasn’t even home at the time,” he replied. “He returned from work just as the mansion was already burning.”
Your stomach twisted.
“They said he was screaming when he saw the fire.”
God.
You suddenly felt like you were going to throw up. Then who was that girl in the house? The one you had been serving. The one you brought tea to every day. The one who never touched the cake you carefully prepared. You pressed a hand to your forehead as dizziness washed over you. Lately, you have been feeling like this more and more often.
Maybe even longer than you realized.
“Are you alright, ____?” Seungcheol asked.
You nodded weakly. “I’m fine,” you said, attempting to reassure him. But the effort barely held.
Chapter 4: The Beginning and The End
He was known as a ruthless and impartial judge, a figure many defendants hoped to avoid once they learned he would be presiding over their case.
Everything in Jeonghan’s life had always been dull and gray.
The reason he pursued his profession was simple: he was following in his grandfather’s footsteps, the former director of the courthouse of the Union State of Sebong. For generations, the same career had passed down within his family.
From his university days to where he stood now, he had done nothing but live under those expectations. Even his marriage had been arranged by his mother. He paid little attention to it at the time; it was obvious they expected him to marry someone of equal status–the daughter of the chief judge.
Although their marriage was strained, they eventually had a child.
It was a girl. Her name was Jiae.
For the first time in his life, Jeonghan experienced something close to genuine joy when he first held that small bundle of life in his arms. He adored his daughter dearly, doting on her every chance he could. She grew up to be a kind and intelligent child. But that joy lasted only a few short years.
One evening, while he was on his way back home, he saw something that made his entire world collapse. His mansion was burning. Flames raged violently through the building, lighting up the night sky. His expression faltered as he rushed forward, attempting to run inside, but someone stopped him before he could reach the entrance. People were already trying to contain the fire, shouting over one another as the flames consumed everything.
Everything happened all at once. The suffocating heat. The deafening chaos. Jeonghan screamed until his throat burned raw, calling his daughter’s name as if she could somehow hear him through the inferno.
As if calling for her would bring her back.
Eventually he collapsed onto his knees, watching helplessly as the fire devoured the building.
A week later, during the funeral, he could only stare blankly at the gravestone of his daughter. His wife’s grave stood beside it. All he could think about was how painful it must have been for her inside that fire. How scared she must have been. The thought alone felt like knives tearing through his chest.
Time passed, but his grief never faded.
Then one day, he discovered something that changed everything. Behind the arson attack was the truth about his father-in-law. The man had been arrested for accepting personal profits for years. One of the cases he had presided over involved war crimes. He had deliberately allowed the perpetrators to walk free.
The verdict enraged the victims, causing the entire village to rise in anger. That anger eventually turned into violence. The violence that reached Jeonghan’s home.
His daughter. His family.
Jeonghan gripped the newspaper tightly in his hands as the truth finally connected in his mind. Everything made sense now, but one question remained. Why did he and his daughter—have to suffer the consequences of someone else’s sins?
Strangely, he found that he felt little grief for his late wife. Their marriage had always been nothing more than a loveless arrangement. They argued constantly. The only thing that had ever kept him together… was Jiae. She was the only good thing this world had given him, and the world had taken her away. Years passed, yet he still couldn’t move on. He lived trapped in the bitterness of the past, isolating himself from everything around him. Work became the only thing that occupied his mind.
Until one day, something strange happened. He passed by a small shop.
Something about it seemed to call to him. Inside, the store was filled with dolls, rows and rows of them, staring silently from shelves and glass cases. It was one of the most eccentric places he had ever seen.
Custom-made dolls, he assumed. He wandered through the shop slowly, examining them one by one.
Then a man suddenly appeared beside him. He wore an apron and carried a wide, almost mischievous smile. A Cheshire grin. The man introduced himself as Jun, the owner of the shop. Jeonghan hadn’t even realized how their conversation had begun. But when Jun suddenly spoke about believing in magic, Jeonghan nearly scoffed. Jun claimed he could make anything come true. Naturally, Jeonghan found the idea ridiculous and was about to leave.
Until he saw it.
A doll.
No… not just a doll.
It looked almost exactly like his daughter.
Jeonghan immediately asked if it was for sale.
Jun refused.
“No matter the price?” Jeonghan asked.
Jun shook his head. “It’s not for sale.”
Jeonghan attempted to negotiate anyway, offering more money than most people could imagine.
But Jun remained firm. Instead, he offered something else.
A deal.
Jun explained that if Jeonghan truly wanted the doll, he would have to pay with something far more valuable.
Jeonghan frowned at that. If the man wanted money, he would simply say so. In spite of that, Jun kept insisting that what he wanted was something only humans could offer. Something more valuable than gold. When Jun mentioned something close to a soul, Jeonghan furrowed his brow.
And yet… he still accepted. So he made a deal with the devil.
From that day forward, Jeonghan began collecting greedy humans. Those who came to him with bribes, believed money could buy justice. He was selective with his clients. Even if they escaped punishment in court, their freedom never lasted long.
Soon after, they would disappear. Gone without a trace. Jeonghan never believed in witchcraft or supernatural nonsense, but watching them celebrate their purchased victories with dirty money only convinced him of one thing.
Hell was the only place waiting for them.
No one had the right to judge his sins except himself. He would never allow people like them to escape with the fortunes they used to corrupt the world.
And every soul he collected brought him one step closer.
Back in his mansion, the doll stood silently in its place. It looked almost alive. Life-sized, the same height as his daughter had once been. Its porcelain skin glowed softly beneath the light, dressed in a beautiful gown. Jeonghan treated it as if it were alive. He always returned home quickly, afraid she might feel lonely during his absence.
Sometimes he even spoke to her, as if she could hear him. He had convinced himself of one thing. If he collected enough greedy souls…
He might be able to bring her back to life.
…
The mansion felt unusually quiet.
It had always been quiet, but something about the air now felt even more eerie than before. After discovering everything from Seungcheol—who claimed to be part of the officers, you couldn’t see this place the same way anymore.
You knew Jeonghan had never been a good man. Whatever the reason behind it, you somehow found yourself capable of feeling a little sympathy for the tragedy that had happened to him. Still, none of his actions could ever be justified. It simply didn’t make sense.
Losing a child was something no parent could easily overcome. You could empathize with him for what he had been through, but grief was something a person had to face on their own. Yet the conflicting emotions only made your head ache the more you thought about it.
You have been emotionally sensitive lately, restless and easily overwhelmed. You really needed to take better care of yourself, especially when you were walking a line as fragile as a tightrope.
Before coming here, you made sure to tell Seungkwan and Chan to take care of the bakery in case there were days you wouldn’t return. They had looked confused, but you brushed it off. You even wrote a letter to Joshua. You couldn’t help it. In a situation like this, where you couldn’t tell anyone, not even your father, he was the only person you could trust. Perhaps it was because he was an attorney, someone you might eventually need to rely on.
It felt almost like you were foreshadowing something terrible the moment you stepped into Yoon’s mansion.
What if he suddenly decided never to let you leave? You needed to stop thinking like that.
Your hands trembled as you tried to steady the tray, the slice of cake and the teacup rattling slightly against the porcelain. Eventually, you gave up and placed it back down.
“You seem rather unwell these days,” Jeonghan’s voice came from behind you. He pushed himself away from the doorframe and slowly approached. “Exhausted, perhaps?”
You sighed softly, remaining where you stood, your arms folded loosely around your silk robe. “Maybe.”
He hummed quietly, studying the way you absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll take care of it,” he said calmly. “Go and rest.”
Yet somehow you still found yourself following him as he carried the tray toward his daughter’s room.
You stopped at the doorway. You didn’t dare step inside. From where you stood, you watched him carefully place the plate and teacup on the small table beside the chair facing the window. The figure sitting there had its back turned, only visible from your angle.
The soft melody of a music box filled the room as he opened it.
Jeonghan began speaking to her. His voice was quiet, almost gentle.
You couldn’t bear to listen. Letting out a slow breath, you stepped back and leaned against the wall outside the room.
The lullaby from the music box should have sounded comforting. Instead, it made your skin crawl. Something about it was too eerie, too wrong. You felt frozen in place, as if your body didn’t know whether to run or stay. There was no way he could be keeping a living corpse in there. If that were true, you would have noticed something before—the smell, the decay, the unmistakable signs of death.
But the last time you stepped inside the room, it smelled faintly of flowers.
And the glimpse you caught… the smooth skin, almost porcelain-like. Far too perfect to belong to anything human.
In the end, you quickly returned to the bedroom—his room, or rather, the one you both shared now. You wouldn’t even be surprised anymore if he suddenly showed up one day with a ring, just to seal the deal.
After a while, you saw him enter the room carrying another tray with two teacups. “Drink up,” he said simply. You sat up from the bed and took the cup, glancing down at the liquid before looking back at him.
He chuckled lightly, taking the cup from your hand and sipping from it before returning it to you. “What?” he teased. “Do you think so little of me that I’d poison you?” You didn’t protest, sipping from the same spot his lips had touched. An indirect kiss. The aroma of the tea filled your senses—ginger and peppermint, you thought. It soothed the nausea that had been bothering you lately.
The gesture itself was strangely sweet, and yet you still found yourself drawn back to him. It wasn’t like he had ever been violent with you. He had never once raised a hand to harm you.
Only rough in bed.
Ironically.
You placed the cup aside. He was sitting at the edge of the bed beside you. The moment felt almost too calm. For someone like him, he was the perfect image of an angel in disguise, acting like a gentleman even though you knew deep down he was crueler than the criminals he judged. You wondered what he had been like with his late wife. He had mentioned it was a loveless marriage. Still, imagining him with a lover was the last thing you would have expected.
Then again… he was a father. Humans were complicated like that. Even they could never fully understand their own hearts.
“You’re acting strange today,” you said, glancing toward him.
He only grinned and leaned closer across the bed. You had already grown used to the closeness. “Am I?” he murmured with a soft chuckle, his nose nearly touching yours. “It’s a little sad that you didn’t come in earlier. My daughter has grown rather fond of your presence.”
You froze for a moment, your eyes searching his.
Still, you forced yourself to remain calm. “…Is that so?” you replied slowly. “I didn’t realize my presence mattered that much.” He hummed, his hand gently cradling your face before leaning in to kiss you.
You kissed him back.
“It does,” he whispered softly. “And what if I told you she wants you here forever?”
You pulled back slightly, studying his face. “Don’t joke about something like that.”
“I wasn’t joking.” His eyes remained fixed on yours, completely serious.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The distance between you was barely a breath. You sighed quietly and pulled him back into another kiss. He groaned softly against your mouth. “You’re rather needy today, little bird.”
You exhaled softly against his lips. “I’m emotionally sensitive these days,” you murmured before pressing your lips to his again. You needed warmth, something comforting. And the only person you had was him. Jeonghan didn’t deny you. He gave you exactly what you wanted as your kiss deepened. For a moment, you tried to forget the uneasiness creeping through your mind, the fear that lingered in the corners of this house.
And the only place you could hide from it…
Was in him.
…
You had never felt so anxious, so mentally exhausted and drained. Now, standing in front of his daughter’s room felt deeply ominous.
Slowly, you pushed the door open.
Your trembling hands steadied the tray as you placed it carefully on the table, trying your best not to look at the figure sitting beside it. As much as you wanted to know, you had never felt this afraid before. Not wanting to know the truth felt safer. Because sometimes the nightmares were already bad enough when you woke up beside Jeonghan. Your thoughts drifted back to Seungcheol’s words. So far, you haven't found anything. You had searched his study room before, hoping to find documents or evidence that could help, but there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
And you had never dared to check inside this room. Until now. Because you had simply been too scared.
Slowly, you forced yourself to look.
Your eyes moved toward the so-called person sitting by the window. You froze. Your feet carried you forward without thinking, moving slowly to the side so you could finally see it clearly.
Its eyes were closed. The lashes looked almost real. Everything about it seemed delicate… beautiful even.
And yet, it wasn’t alive.
You stepped back abruptly, your heart racing at the realization. When you looked closer, there was no doubt.
It was a doll. A life-sized one, crafted with terrifying precision.
For a moment, you couldn’t even tell if it had once been a real body that had been turned into this thing. The thought alone made your stomach twist violently.
You nearly collapsed right there.
Then suddenly—
A soft lullaby began to play. You jolted in shock, turning around quickly.
The music box.
You must have brushed against it accidentally. The tiny ballerina inside spun slowly as the melody filled the room. The atmosphere instantly became unbearable.
Too quiet. Too eerie. Too wrong.
You needed to get out.
Now.
But before you could turn away, Jeonghan was already standing in the doorway.
You flinched.
“I thought the nanny told you before,” his voice said calmly. He didn’t sound angry. But the look in his eyes told you everything. You had discovered something you were never meant to see. Your words stumbled over themselves as you slowly stepped backward, your heart pounding violently. He wasn’t supposed to be home yet.
Why was he here?
“I—I was…” Your voice faltered as you tripped slightly against the bed when he continued walking toward you. “…I thought you would be home late.”
“I was,” he replied calmly. Now he stood over you, trapping you against the bed, his hands resting on either side. “…but I figured if I came home early,” he continued softly, “I could see my girls sooner.” His gaze slowly dropped to your stomach. “…and my little one.”
Your breath caught sharply.
The implication hit you instantly. You had already suspected it, the nausea, the dizziness, the strange exhaustion. You never imagined that he would notice, or that he would accept it so easily.
Then suddenly, both of you turned your heads when you heard a loud commotion outside.
Jeonghan moved quickly to the window. From above, angry voices echoed through the night. People were shouting—furious, chaotic.
He muttered a curse under his breath.
You watched him in confusion as he began pacing across the room. Then you saw him pull something out from the drawer.
A revolver.
Your eyes widened in alarm. “What does this mean?” you demanded, almost frantic. “Tell me right now, Jeonghan.”
You needed answers.
And whatever was happening outside didn’t look good at all. He didn’t answer, instead, he grabbed your hand firmly. “Be quiet,” he said sharply. “Just follow me if you want to stay alive.”
He began pulling you toward the doorway—
But suddenly someone barged into the room.
Both of you stopped abruptly.
Jeonghan immediately stepped in front of you, shielding you behind him. Your heart pounded violently as you tried to understand what was happening.
The man standing before you was someone you recognized all too well.
The same bastard who had framed your father.
And judging by the fury in his eyes, he had come here with only one purpose.
“I told you, Judge Yoon,” the man sneered. “I thought we had an arrangement. Yet you decided to betray it so easily when I needed your help.”
His gaze shifted toward you. “So this is what it’s about?” he scoffed. “You chose that wench instead? When I offered you a fortune in gold to help me?”
Jeonghan let out a cold, mocking laugh. “It aches my heart a little,” he said dryly, “but I let my gavel fall cleanly—for money.”
The man’s expression hardened instantly. He raised his gun, pointing it directly at both of you. Your breath hitched as fear surged through your body. Your grip tightened around Jeonghan’s hand.
“Say that again,” the man hissed, “and I’ll make sure you finally get what you deserve.”
Jeonghan remained completely unfazed. “I would never hand over my fortune to the likes of you,” he replied calmly. “Especially not someone who pretends to be a kind businessman in public while secretly stealing from orphanages.”
The gunshot rang out suddenly.
You flinched, but the bullet didn’t hit either of you. Your trembling hands clutched Jeonghan tighter as you looked up at him.
That was when you noticed—
He had already raised his revolver. Pointed straight at the man. A broken sound escaped your throat as panic flooded your chest. Then you smelled something.
Smoke.
Your head snapped upward to see the ceiling above was beginning to burn. Flames crept along the corner near the window. Your entire body froze in terror.
“Déjà vu, isn’t it?” the man chuckled bitterly. “I thought you should be reminded why all this is happening. By now you should know that dreaming of something mo—”
A gunshot cut him off.
Jeonghan fired first. The bullet tore through the man’s arm, forcing a painful grunt from him.
But the man fired back immediately.
The second shot struck Jeonghan in the side. He grunted in pain.
Before the man could react again, Jeonghan fired the final shot. The bullet pierced straight through the man’s head.
He collapsed instantly. Dead.
You screamed. Horrified, you rushed forward just as Jeonghan’s body began to give out. He collapsed into your arms as you fell to your knees with him, carefully lowering his back against you as blood began pooling from the wound at his side.
A broken breath escaped your lips as your hands pressed desperately against the injury. “No—no, no… why did you do that?” you cried, panic overwhelming you as his eyes half-closed in pain.
“Fuck…” he hissed weakly. His gaze lifted toward your face. For a moment, something strange flickered across his expression. A moment of realisation hits him, he hated seeing that look on your face. That terrified, devastated expression.
Perhaps this would be the first time… and the last.
It was a shame that this face of yours might be the final thing he would remember. Then again… there would be no afterlife waiting for him.
Only hell.
The smoke thickened around the room, the flames slowly climbing across the walls. You struggled to keep Jeonghan upright, your hands trembling as you pressed against the wound on his side.
“Get up,” you pleaded desperately. “We have to go, the house is burning!”
He barely moved. His breathing was uneven, but his eyes were strangely calm.
Then, a sudden voice barged in, calling your name. A voice shouted through the smoke.
You turned your head sharply to see Seungcheol burst through the doorway, coughing as he stepped inside. His eyes immediately scanned the scene, the dead man on the floor, the flames spreading along the ceiling, and you kneeling beside Jeonghan.
“Are you insane?” he barked. “The whole place is about to collapse!”
He rushed toward you and grabbed your arm. “We’re leaving. Now.”
“No!” you cried, pulling away. “He’s hurt—he can’t walk!”
Seungcheol glanced down at Jeonghan briefly. Their eyes met for a moment. Something silent passed between them. “He made his choice,” Seungcheol said firmly.
“I didn’t!” you snapped back. “I’m not leaving him here!” You tried to pull Jeonghan up again, but he stopped you. His hand gently caught your wrist.
“…Little bird.” His voice was softer than you had ever heard it before.
You froze. The fire crackled loudly around you.
“You should go.”
Your head shook immediately. “No.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re bleeding!” your voice broke. “You can still make it, we just have to—”
His gaze shifted past you. Toward the room, the room where his daughter sat waiting. “…She’s still there,” he murmured quietly.
Your breath caught. “Jeonghan…” you whispered, horrified.
“You should leave before the roof collapses,” he continued calmly. “You shouldn’t stay in a place like this.”
You grabbed his shirt desperately. “I’m not leaving you!”
For the first time, something in his expression softened. His hand slowly moved to your stomach. “…Take care of them.”
Your chest tightened painfully.
“Don’t say that.”
“I’m serious.” His thumb brushed lightly against the fabric. “…You’ll be a good mother.”
The words made your vision blur with tears. Seungcheol stepped forward again, grabbing your shoulders.
“We don’t have time for this!” he snapped. “The fire is spreading!”
You struggled against him. “No! Let go!”
Jeonghan watched silently. Then he spoke again.
“Take her outside.”
Your eyes widened. “You don’t get to decide that!” you cried. But Seungcheol had already pulled you away. Your nails dug into the floor as you tried to hold on.
“Jeonghan!”
For a moment, he simply watched you. The flames reflected faintly in his eyes. “…It was nice,” he said quietly.
You stopped struggling. “What?”
“For a while.”
Your chest tightened painfully.
Then he turned his gaze away. Toward the hallway, to the room where the doll waited.
“Go.”
Seungcheol didn’t hesitate this time. He dragged you toward the exit as the fire roared louder behind you. “Jeonghan!” you screamed, your voice breaking as the smoke swallowed the room except that he never turned back.
Everything blurred together. Seungcheol had finally dragged you out of the mansion, and now all you could do was watch as the fire swallowed it whole. Flames roared violently, devouring the entire building while people around you shouted, rushing back and forth trying to control the chaos. It was too much. Your shaking gaze drifted upward toward the floor where he had been. From outside, you could only see the fire consuming everything. A broken, devastated wail escaped your lips. You tried to rush forward again, desperate to go back inside, but Seungcheol was faster, grabbing you before you could do something reckless.
“No—!” you cried, struggling against him. But his grip tightened as he pulled you back.
All you could do was cry as he held you in place.
Your body slowly grew weak, your knees finally giving out beneath you. Seungcheol followed you down as you collapsed, kneeling beside you while trying to steady your trembling shoulders.
“It’s over,” he murmured firmly, though his voice softened slightly. “You can’t go back in there.”
It felt strange that you were capable of feeling something like this for Jeonghan. The man who had brought so much misery into your life.
And yet…
You had never truly known what lay behind the mask he wore. You knew it wasn’t love, not even close. Somehow, the warmth you had felt from him, however small, had not been completely fake. Maybe some small part of it had been real. And somehow… that realization hurt. Or maybe it was just the hormones.
Everything around you slowly became distant. The noise, the fire, the shouting. Your vision dimmed as exhaustion and shock finally overtook you. And before you realized it, everything went black.
In the burnt remains of the mansion, they would later find what looked like the charred bodies of a parent and a child.
At least, that was how Jeonghan might have seen it. In truth, all they found was the body of a solitary man… and a scorched porcelain doll.
Eight years had passed.
You placed the flowers gently on the gravestone. The name Yoon Jeonghan was engraved across the stone.
It had been a long time since your last visit. Your eyes lingered on the name for a moment, something distant stirring in the back of your mind.
“Mama, who is this?” Your daughter looked up at you with curious eyes, her small hand swinging as she held yours.
You smiled softly and patted her head. “Someone I knew in the past…” You turned when someone called your name. Your husband stood a short distance away, waiting patiently.
Joshua.
“Why don’t you go to Papa first, sweetie?” you said gently. You knelt down to her level, and she nodded before running toward her father. Joshua laughed softly as he easily lifted her into his arms. You slowly stood up again, giving the gravestone one last glance before finally turning away.
After a while, you returned home. Not long after entering, you noticed a package waiting at the door. It was a medium-sized box, carefully wrapped with a ribbon. You frowned slightly as you picked it up.
Your daughter bounced excitedly beside you. “Jiae, don’t jump around,” you scolded lightly. “You’ll hurt yourself.” She pouted but watched eagerly as you untied the ribbon and opened the box.
Inside was a porcelain doll. Beautiful and delicate.
You said nothing at first, a strange sense of déjà vu crawling over your skin. Jiae giggled happily and immediately picked up the doll, holding it carefully in her arms. You noticed a small card attached to it. It must have been from the sender. You frowned. You couldn’t remember Joshua mentioning anything about a gift. And you hadn’t kept in contact with many people since your marriage, aside from your father.
You turned the card over and read it.
He told me to give this to you.
His final wish.
— Jun W.
Your brows furrowed. You assumed it was a shop owner. A workshop, maybe. But that only raised another question. Who would send this to your address? You were certain you had never given it to anyone… except your father. Another card rested inside the box. Your hand hesitated before picking it up.
Slowly, you read the message.
I hope you love this gift.
I made sure she resembles our little one.
— Y. J.
You froze. Your gaze slowly lifted toward your daughter, who was already playing happily with the doll across the room. Your steps felt heavy as you walked toward her. When you looked closer at the doll in her arms, your breath faltered slightly.
It looked… strangely familiar, not exactly the same, but close enough. Uncomfortably close.
Jiae looked up at you with a bright smile. “Look, Mama! She’s pretty!” You forced a small smile in return. Jiae hugged the doll tightly, “Mama, can I keep her?” You watched the porcelain face for a long moment.
Somehow… it felt like the past had found its way back to you. Even after all these years, some things never truly disappeared. And perhaps, some legacies refused to be buried.
FIN(?)
a/n: ah, we've come to the end! dang, that was tragic but pls don't romanticize these lol. i honestly sleep with an eye open after re-reading back to this story cuz idk how i came up with that plot tbh (i had a vocaloid phase, so ig i would say it was based from that lore series lol). reblogs n comments are appreciated. thanks again, dear apples!
dunno why, but I suddenly feel so bad for Jeonghan🥹🥹 At first I didn’t even like his character, but after reading his backstory.. I literally threw my phone and cried 😭
A/N: Hi. Hello. Annyeong. Eri desu!
It’s been a while! how are you guys doing?
I’ll try to be more active here and finally upload all the stories in my drafts. I went through some very unpleasant things from October until this January, but I think I’m okay now and finally at peace. Hopefully, I can be more active in fangirling again.
This story has been sitting in my drafts since October 2025. I hope you guys like it.
SUMMARY : Y/N begins to question feelings she never expected to have for her bestfriend, Jeonghan. Caught between denial and longing and she tries to avoid him..
Y/n's POV
I think.. I like Jeonghan ??
Hell noooo! can't be! Cannot be! He's not even my type!! Just.. How? I know myself.. I am attracted to girls.. always have been.
well.. Even my parents know and fully accepted that I’m a lesbie. I’m not straight, I’m bent (though I still dress like a girl just.. act nothing like one) and everyone around me knows it! even.. Jeonghan himself..
Jeonghan is my bestfriend, he's the school heartthrob.. (If only they knew how cunning this man actually is) and I am just a normal troublemaker.. We’re so close it’s almost brotherly.. you know, the type that annoys each other daily but can’t live without each other either.
We met during detention, actually..It was giving “flirty troublemaker meets chaotic troublemaker.” but seriously he was there for flirting with the student teacher.. I was there for pulling pranks on the teachers.. And since then, we clicked.
We’d spend our lunchbreak sitting on the rooftop, legs hanging over the edge, eating whatever we brought and talking about crushes.. just like normal best friends do.
He’d always tease me about the girls I liked.
"You like that pretty girl from section c?" he asked once, his eyes widening like he couldn’t believe it... "well.. I got a love letter from her last week"
I rolled my eyes and throw some food on him.. so smug!
and I’d always remind him that he flirts with every living thing that breathes.
Then there's a time that we discovered that we liked the same girl. A second year student with long hair and the kindest smile.
But instead of fighting, we just… stared for a while then.. laughed and shrugged it off.
"Booo! Bummer.." I'd said while eating chips.
“May the best flirt win hahaha” Jeonghan said, grinning while sipping on his drink.. I laughed and threw a chip at his face.
Nothing changed after that. We stayed the same.. loud, chaotic, inseparable. I didn’t really pursue the girl. It was just a crush anyway. He could shoot his shot if he wanted.
The change came out of nowhere when one Monday morning, Jeonghan walked into the hallway with shorter hair.. he had always these long, flowing, beautiful waves of hair. It made him look angelic, which only added to his heartthrob status..
it was now a shorter, framing his face in a way that made him look.. mature. well, given he's handsome but now it makes him more handsome and mature.
And I swear! My breath hitched.. I didn't recognize this feeling but it was tight.. high.. and entirely too close to panic.
"What?" he asked, biting hhis lips and tilting his head with that newly exposed neck. "Did I mess it up?"
"No.." I croaked.. clearing my throat. "It… looks good. looks good on you actually" The words felt heavy and awkward on my tongue. I usually had zero problem complimenting him.. and I always compliment him but I don't know.. this was different. I don't know.
then he smiled at me. The kind of smile he always have but for some reason, everything around me just… fell apart.
shit.. am i.. doomed?
He wasn’t supposed to look that good. I mean—AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! He was Jeonghan. My idiot partner-in-crime. The troublemaker, flirty and cunning Jeonghan
The one who painted mustaches on the principal's poster.. convinced me to climb the gym roof for nothing (until now I don't know how he convinced me to do that).. The one who put big rocks in a teacher's bag.. The one who is writing fake love letters to random girls and put my name on it as the sender.. The one who always pulls pranks on everyone.. He even flirted with the student assistant in detention just to get us both out early.
But when I saw him smiling in his new hairstyle, his uniform sleeves rolled up.. My stomach did something weird.
“Yo! yoohoo!” he said, flashing that lazy grin. And my heart skipped..
"Yeah! I have to go"I replied flatly, walking past him quickly.. He just blinked, confused, watching me until I was out of sight.
It only got worse from there.
When we walked through crowded hallways, he’d always walk beside me, just close enough that our shoulders brushed..
During lunch, he’d bring my favorite snacks, candies, even drinks.. because he knew exactly what I liked.
When we went to festivals, he’d pull me behind him whenever the crowd got too thick, shielding me with his arm. His cologne.. a scent I usually ignored was suddenly overwhelming and attractive. I felt my cheeks heat up. I always close my eyes and brush away every fluttering thought that came up.
And one afternoon, he waited for me after class.. he's leaning on the wall, head tilted, hands in pockets like he came straight out of a drama scene.
And I swear, I forgot how to breathe for a second.
It took me days to admit the truth to myself.. That i like him.. I had a crush on him.
Yoon Jeonghan.. my best friend, the flirty, annoying, perfect Jeonghan.
And it made zero sense. Because you see.. I’m a lesbian. It was not normal, a betrayal of my entire identity and I hated it. The hell. I cant accept this.
So I did the only thing I could think of.. I avoided him.
I stopped replying to his texts. I told him that my phone was exploding (which made no sense, but yeah whatever).
I took longer routes to classjust not to see him.. (the sacrifice.. just to dodge him)
I ate lunch with my drama club friends and told him I wanted to “bond” with them. (Half true, half lie.)
I laughed a little too loud around other people just to seem fine. (Uhm.. Im a great pretender)
And I know.. Jeonghan wasn't stupid. I know how his mind works and I know that he knew that I am avoiding him for almost two weeks now..
I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me into the corner near the lockers where no one usually passed by... he had positioned himself.. one arm against the wall beside my head and the other resting near my hip.. hovering his body to make me feel trapped. The air was suddenly thick and smelled intensely of his familiar scent.. the same scent that had been haunting me lately.. His face was close.. too close.
Dear Lord, why now?
“Why are you avoiding me?” he asked, his voice low. I blinked and my heart hammered against my ribs.. I gripped my backpack straps so hard my knuckles turned white..
“Avoiding? you?” I scoffed, trying to sound casual even though my heart was going insane. “Hpfft! No! Why would I?” I tried to laugh it off.. If this were a normal day, I’d have shoved him already. But right now? I just… I can't.. couldn’t.. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
“Really?” His tone was playful.. but his eyes were serious.
Shit. I hate this. I hate you Jeonghan.
I looked away and trying to focus on anything else.. But he leaned closer... We're just inches away now.. I could feel his warm breath against my cheek..
“Jeonghan—” I started, my voice barely a whisper. He tilted his head slightly, eyes softening.
Then he said it.
“I miss you.”
Fuck.
Just three simple words.. but it hit harder than anything I’d ever heard. He didn't whisper it, didn't joke it. He just blurted it out, raw and honest..
The world went quiet for a moment. My pulse roared in my ears, my breath caught halfway through a word that never came out..
What the hell?
But before I could say a word, he smiled that familiar, teasing smile again and he left me there.. frozen.. malfunctioning.. lagging.. And when my knees finally gave out, I collapsed on the floor, whispering to myself..
A/N: Hi, hello, annyeong! Eri desu~ I’m back again with my first entry this year! This one-shot story is actually based on my real-life crush. The younger me was such a hopeless romantic and had waaaaaaay too many crushes back then 😂 (I did a lot of things just to know their names.. not in a creepy way, I hope! 😂)
For this story, I chose Vernon to portray him because they have the same vibes, same aura, and kinda the same personality (that nonchalant but not-so-nonchalant type 😂) Vernon really reminds me of him, and when I first got into the fandom, I was so down bad for him 😭 So yeaaah! Enjoy reading! Don’t mind the grammar or typos.. arigatou~
WC: 1.1K+ words
GENRE: teen fiction, slice of life, rom-com (no actual romace.. just crush)
WARNING: mild fangirl delusion.. nothing much..
SUMMARY: y/n is on a mission to know his crush name.
Foundation Day
It's just another boring foundation day.. same sweaty gym, same noisy students who keep yelling and singing, same music system that kept playing some kpop remixes..
I was sitting at the bleachers with my friends, minding my own business, eating my corndog like a normal student. I am barely paying attention.. The performances had been okay so far.. some dance covers from freshmen and sophomores , a few singing contests, and one teacher who performed spoken poetry that made the students collectively sigh and yawn..
I wasn’t expecting anything exciting to happen.. I just wanted the event to end so I could go home and nap..
Then Seniors performance came. A band.
The crowd started cheering when they get on stage to prepare and fix some wirings of their guitars, keyboard and drum.
Then a guy walk on stage with an electric guitar slung over his shoulder.. He looked calm, composed, with short hair that looked too good for someone wearing just a simple white shirt and jeans.
I blinked.. stunned with his beauty.
“Who.. is that?” I mumbled.. eyes glued to the stage.
My friends were already screaming and cheering like it was a K-pop concert. When I asked if they even knew the guy, they just shrugged between their shouts “I don’t know, but they all look so good!” one of them said
He plugged the guitar, adjusted the guitar strap and strummed once and the sound hit me like lightning. The whole gym erupted into screams again, and suddenly I forgot how to breathe.
I was sitting there just here holding my corndog stick like it was a microphone.
I didn't really pay attention to the song they're playing or to his bandmates because my eyes and heart were busy looking at him and my heart is keeping time with the rhythm of his guitar
Oh my God. He looks.. so cool. The way his fingers move, how his eyes focus on his guitar's string, how he nodded to the rhythm.. I knew from that moment.. I knew I was doomed.
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For the next few days, I went on a mission. To know his name. But the only thing I manange to find out was that he's a 4th year, senior, one year ahead of us, section 4- Carat. That's it! No name! No other clue.
But.. That didn't stop me. Everytime I passed a group of seniors, i found myself walking slower.. Pretending looking at my phone.. Pretending looking on something on my bag.. And still.. Nothing! I couldn't find him.
Then one morning came, my classmate Joan, (not a close friend, just a seatmate during Music subject) got called by our teacher.. Joan is a teacher's assistant, and her latest task was helping the 4th year students return their library books before summer break and they will be busy for preparation for graduation since he's graduating.. Public school book return day was always a chaotic, a lots of misplaced textbooks so it's kinda tiring day for her.
I leaned over to her and smiling too sweetly "hey Joaaaaan!" I said, dragging her name and she blinked at me, clearly caught off guard. "your task.. that must be tiring"
she frown at me and nodded.. "you know.. i can help you with that." I added trying to sound casual
She squinted. “Why?”
"you know.." I paused, thinking for some alibi "I.. I just want to help you. That sounds like a lot of work.. you know, I'm pretty good at organizing. And checking things.. And…"
"and..??" She raised an eyebrow and waiting for my response..
"aaaand.. that's all" I finished weakly
Joan looks confused probably because i don't usually participate in this kind of activity in school that didn't directly involve improving my grades.. she just shrugged and "Sure.. I guess" She still sounded hesitant, but honestly? I didn’t care. I was already too busy celebrating internally.
fast forward to the day of returning books, we were in the library surrounded by stacks of old textbooks
“Okay, y/n..” Joan said, flipping her clipboard. “You check if the books match the list, I’ll record it.”
“Got it!!” I said, pretending to be dedicated when in reality, I was just waiting for him..
The 4th year sections shuffled in, students tired and holding their textbooks. I scanned each group, my eyes darting, searching for him.
Finally, it was 4-Carat's turn. The seniors started lining up, each holding piles of books. I scanned their faces one by one and there he was. Taller than I remembered, even more effortlessly cool.. He was laughing with his friends.. he jokingly punched the guy in front of him with his left hand, then covered his mouth with his right fist as he laughed. His books were on the floor since it was kinda heavy.
Oh God! I swear that smile and that little crinkle in his eyes made my heart explode. He looked even better upclose.. His uniform sleeves were slightly rolled up and his ID hanging from his neck..
Then it happened.. he's next, handing me his books and paper.
“Here..” he said simply. His voice was calm. Nice. Deep. I swear to God.. I wanted to explode right then and there.
I took the paper and tried to act normal. My hands were shaking, my heart beating so fast and my lips even started trembling a bit so I bit them to stop myself from smiling like an idiot.
I glanced at the upper part of the paper
Name: Hansol Vernon Chwe
Section: 4-Carats
OH. MY. GOD.
So that’s it. That’s his name. Hansol Vernon Chwe.
Cool name? Check.
Cool face? Double Check.
Cool vibe? Double. triple. quadruple check.
I smiled a little at him, handed his paper back. He gave a small smile back. “Thanks..” Then he turned to his friends like nothing happened. Me? Internally screaming. he had no idea how those little interaction completely flustered the life out of me.
then the moment i got home, not minding the tiredness, open my computer set and search his name on facebook.. (Thats the only available socmed that time😂)
And there he was! His profile picture, him with a cat, him looking effortlessly cool, of course.
clicked the album and I just saw 3 photos. his profile picture, the second one is him holding an electric guitar and the third one is with his family..
oh he has one younger sister.
He barely posted anything, just some shared post about news or music.. but somehow, that made him even more mysterious like.. why are you so cool even doing nothing?!? that's unfair!
I almost add him as a friend but stopped myself. Too risky. I’m not ready for that level of exposure.
I hugged my pillow, kicked my feet, and smiled like a total idiot..
well.. He still doesn’t know I exist, but that’s okay.
and my secret crush continues.. Im just happy to know his name and that's enough..
Liking from afar is waaaay safer. Safer for my dignity… and definitely safer for my sanity.
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A/n: Well… that’s all 😂 My whole agenda was just to know his name. That’s it. That was the goal! I did add him on Facebook after he graduated and he actually accepted! But that’s where the story ends.. We never chatted or anything. Just silent Facebook friends and oh! The last time I checked, he’s happily married now. I’m genuinely happy for him.. he found his person, and that’s so nice to see.
The events in this story are all real.. from the foundation day, to me literally searching for him around the school, to me approaching Joan and helping her with her task. All real. Thinking about it now makes me feel so nostalgic 😭 Old school days really hit different, ne?
Joan and I actually became friends after that and stayed close until we graduated high school. She’s doing amazing now.. See? That little crush of mine wasn’t so useless after all.. I got a new friend and a funny memory out of it 😂
Have you ever taken anyone’s virginity before? Well, yeah, your first time was both losing your own and taking someone else’s but, that was a long time ago. Have you ever taken the virginity of a twenty-six-year-old man who probably should have gotten laid by now anyway? Nope. Are you about to? Yep.
or the one where soonyoung has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out.
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WORDCOUNT― 12.2k
PAIRING― soonyoung x afab reader
CONTENT― virgin guy who lives with his parents!soonyoung, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that format for a lil bit (THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA AU), facetime-sex, real life sex
SIDE CHARACTERS― Vernon as reader’s best friend and roommate, Seungcheol briefly as Hoshi’s friend.
WARNINGS― he’s made fun of by his friends for being a virgin, this is not an indication that you shouldn’t remain a virgin if you still are one! it’s fictional and i do not agree with mocking someone for their virginity in real life.
NOTE― i love him and i like the idea of him being clumsy during sex, i also like the idea of him being inexperienced but suuuuuuper eager to pretend he knows what he’s doing. shoutout to my redacted wife @onlyseokmins for proof reading this <3
smut tags under cut::
smut tags―big huge dick soonyoung, phone sex (ish), face time sex, masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again, no condom aka cream pie, soonyoung gets feelings like immediately when u touch him
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“Check this shit out,” you laugh, presenting your phone to Vernon with a chuckle. “right or left?”
Vernon snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man you’re showing to him.
“Depends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?” He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend.
You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, it’s not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything.
“I wouldn’t mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.” You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. “He’s cute too, so I’m swiping right.”
Vernon groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you.
“You’d better warn me if you end up bringing him home, I’m not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.”
You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-six-year-old Soonyoung and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure you’re out of the apartment if I invite him over,” You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating app’s messages. “Maybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.”
“You’re so fucking weird.” Vernon laughs but feels kind of shitty because it’s not like he hasn’t been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesn’t have the magic dick to make girls moan the way you do.
Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesn’t. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.
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You: i’ve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app before
Soonyoung: ….i’m 26, it says that in my bio
You: I think you’re lying.
Soonyoung: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol
You: why would i help you lie to the women in our city
Soonyoung: i’m not lying!!1
You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if he’s lying about his presumed virginity.
You: ok, twenty-six-year-old “hoshi” who is five miles away from me, you’re actually a virgin? Like for real?
Soonyoung: yea….are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after
You: you’re really just looking to get laid for the first time, ever? and you’re offering to cook dinner too?
Soonyoung: yea
You: you’ve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you can’t seriously think I can believe you’re 26 and have never been laid, it’s not like you’re ugly or anything
Soonyoung: u don’t think im ugly? :)
Soonyoung: and yea I’ve had a blowjob before
You: why didn’t you sleep with her then?
Soonyoung: can we stop talking about why im a virgin
You: for now, but im gonna ask again eventually.
You’re smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, you’re curious as to why he’s a virgin, even more, curious as to why he’s on a dating app looking to lose said virginity.
You: do you want my number? it’s embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.
Soonyoung, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didn’t even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, it’s juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? It’s just how he is, with or without having had sex. He can’t imagine not feeling giddy inside when he’s talking to someone that he thinks is pretty.
Soonyoung: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number]
You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile.
You:
Grandpa Hoshi: :|
Grandpa Hoshi: im 26
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Okay so, here’s the thing. Soonyoung is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, he’s wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts he’s sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesn’t have women waiting in line to have at him.
You: it’s been like four days since we started talking
Grandpa Hoshi: yep, almost five
You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where you’re begging to have sex for the first time ever?
Grandpa Hoshi: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didn’t wanna assume lol
You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, it’s totally ok that you are but like, you’re a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something
Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, you’d still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.
Grandpa Hoshi: i do NOT have a micropenis
You: prove it
Grandpa Hoshi: right now???
You laugh to yourself but also like, it’s the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly.
You: answer my question first
It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but you’re doing coursework anyway so it’s not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not.
Grandpa Hoshi: um… i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be here
Grandpa Hoshi: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!
He’s getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least.
You: they won’t let you have anyone over?
Grandpa Hoshi: well, that too but
Grandpa Hoshi: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did
You: damn, you’re unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?
Grandpa Hoshi: her boyfriend walked in
You: WHAT
You’re trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind.
Grandpa Hoshi: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend
You: phew
Grandpa Hoshi: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not?
The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know he’s not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes.
You: yeah, sure.
You: about the micropenis though,
Grandpa Hoshi: right…um
A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first nude from Soonyoung. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.
You: i mean if you can’t prove it that's ok
Grandpa Hoshi: just give me a sec damn
He’s doing his best to get the most attractive angle. It’s not like he’s never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but like– this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic?
Of course, as he’s taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He can’t imagine you’d want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that he’s working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos he’s taken and deleted. It’s at the point that now it’s actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.
He’s entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time he’s texting you. Someone who wants to see what he’s packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and he’s quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down.
Grandpa Hoshi: [image attachment]
In all fairness, you’ve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Soonyoung though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.
You: oh, you were jerking off, got it.
Grandpa Hoshi: sorry can’t help it
Then he doesn’t text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe you’d be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because you’re about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books.
You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely don’t have a micropenis
You’re still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. He’s probably desperate to feel good, you can imagine how he’d act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.
Shrugging, knowing full well what he’s doing right now in order to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. You’re a little bit nervous, mostly because you’ve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when he’s getting off. You’re shocked that he actually answers.
“Hello?” He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. It’s not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, it’s probably Seungcheol or some shit.
“Don’t hello me,” You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. “You’re just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?”
The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that it was you on the other line sent his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as usual. God, this alone is enough for him right now.
“Were you at least thinking of me?”
He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, that’s exactly what he’s doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides.
“Were you looking at my pictures?”
He nods his head, forgetting that you’re not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. It’s a bit difficult for him right now to talk, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos he’s been jerking off to. It’s a bit overwhelming, actually.
“Do you want better ones?” You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more.
“Oh god, really?” He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. “Like, nudes?”
“Mhm, yeah. If you want.” You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. “Or, you know what would be better?”
Letting me come over and actually do it? That’s what he wants to say to you, but he doesn’t, he simply raises a brow.
“What?” He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, he’s a bit shy about it.
“I can facetime you.”
He panics. That means you’ll be watching him too, right? Sure he’s sent nudes, he’s received nudes. He’s sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch.
“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” You backtrack at his silence, but you’re cut off almost immediately.
“No! no, we can facetime–”
Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if it’ll work this way or not. It’s not like he’s expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks you’re gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. You’re kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.
You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then you’re needing to catch your breath at the image of him.
There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you don’t mind at first. Look at him, the lighting clearly shows that he’s a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isn’t holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. It’s an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and it’s insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what he’s doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.
“Let me see,” you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. “Prop your phone up somewhere like I did.”
He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.
“Feeling shy?” You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. “You act like I’m not going to be touching you at some point soon.”
You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at.
“You look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,” You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. “Would you want to do that for me, Hoshi?”
“Oh god,” He groans, hearing his nickname come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it.
“This is going to be so embarrassing.” He admits, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly now as he watches between your spread legs.
“Embarrassing, why?” You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. “Can you not see that I’m just as turned on right now?”
He groans again, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it.
“Well,” He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit you’re about to say. “You don’t even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.”
You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like he’s doing for you.
“Better?”
Soonyoung watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day.
“Can you–” He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.
“Can I do what? Go on,” You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”
Baby. You called him baby. Not that he’s into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe it’s because he wants you to take him for all he’s worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when you’re watching him get off.
“Can you spread your pussy for me?” He whispers at first, boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy.
His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him.
“You want to fuck this?” You chuckle softly, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.
“Oh,” he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves he’s most definitely never fucked a woman before. “Fuck.”
You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. You’re aware he doesn’t see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself.
“You gonna act like this when I’m riding you?” You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard he’s fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isn’t enough at this point.
“God. You’re gonna ride me?” He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it.
“Mhm,” you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. “Would you want that?”
Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes it look so entirely delicious. You’ve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.
You’re not even upset that he didn’t make it into the knitty gritty, considering he’s a virgin and all and you’re literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. You’re actually flattered.
His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting he’s even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful.
“Shit, sorry,” He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but he’s embarrassed now. “I uh, didn’t mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.”
“It’s okay,” You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all you’re gonna get tonight. “It was cute.”
After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.
“Mm, no.” You smile. “But it’s okay, I’d rather make you come first anyway.”
His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off.
“You still wanna see me after this?”
You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.
“When are you free?” You ask, wondering if he’s ever going to clean himself up.
“Whenever you are.” He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand.
“I’ll text you later then,” You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. “After I take care of my little problem though.”
You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.
~
Grandpa Hoshi: what about 3pm on thurs?
You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pm….on a thursday???
Grandpa Hoshi: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours
You: or you could just come here?
Grandpa Hoshi: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol
You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if you’re weird
Soonyoung contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and it’s not like he’s an actual creep or anything. You’d be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway.
You: what about tomorrow, 8pm?
Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. Hell, he’d show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but he’s got a car.
Grandpa Hoshi: send ur address, ill be there :)
~
“Tomorrow, you’ll be a man.” Seungcheol croaks through the speaker at Soonyoung, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke.
“Why do you have to say it that way?” Soonyoung groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. “I didn’t think anyone was actually gonna come through, she’s the first one.”
“What makes you think she’s actually gonna send you her address?” Seungcheol laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. “She’s probably not even a real person, you’re gonna end up at some old guy’s house.”
Soonyoung laughs, or snorts really.
“Oh, she’s real.”
Seungcheol sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest.
“Hm? Have you already met her?”
“Kind of. We like, um,” Soonyoung pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. “We facetimed a few hours ago.”
Silence.
“She got naked.”
“Oh ho ho!” Seungcheol encourages him. “So you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?”
“That’s what I said!--” Soonyoung smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Seungcheol just said. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re kind of a loser, we’ve been over this.” Seungcheol laughs yet again. “Call me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.”
Then he hangs up.
Grandpa Hoshi: do u think im a loser?
You: yeah kinda
You’re laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Vernon.
“That him texting?” Vernon quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him.
You laugh again at Soonyoung’s string of defensive texts before responding with a short “it’s okay, i like losers”, and putting your phone down to finish telling Vernon that he’s gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night.
“So,” You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Vernon. “You’re gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.”
“Jesus, I’m scared for him.”
“You should be scared for me. Because, well…” You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Soonyoung sent before the facetime call. “He’s huge and–”
“I did not need to know that.” Vernon sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet.
“You act like you’re not curious nearly every time I meet someone.” You roll your eyes at him, smiling.
Vernon stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone.
“How big?” He laughs, not actually trying to see the dude’s dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend.
“Stop prying, you’ll get jealous.”
He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms.
“I’ll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.”
“I’m sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.”
He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch.
“Keep it in your room, please. I don’t want to sit on his gross body fluids when I come home.”
~
It’s Thursday. It’s approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and you’re well aware that Soonyoung is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by.
So many are you sures, so many you can tell me to leave if you decide you don’t want tos, and even more i can’t wait to see yous.
“Vernon, aren’t you supposed to be leaving?” You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottled water.
You’ve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Soonyoung is doing the same, and smile.
“Hm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.”
You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.
“I swear to god if you scare him off, I’m kicking you out.”
Vernon laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that you’ve really tried to look good today.
“I think you might kill him, if I’m being honest.” Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you.
“Thanks, that’s the plan.”
And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around eight fifteen.
Grandpa Hoshi: i’m a little early, is that ok?
“Oh shit, he’s here.” You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so it’s easily overlooked by Vernon.
He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet.
“Let him in then, I’ll leave when he gets here.”
You give him a knowing look before nodding.
You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.
Within minutes, there’s a very gentle knock on the door and Vernon is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately it’s a bit more awkward than he expected it to be.
Not only did Soonyoung think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment.
“Oh, I think I got the wrong place, sorry–”
“Nope, you’re in the right place.” Vernon smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. “You can come in.”
Soonyoung does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Vernon and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside.
“She’s excited, don’t worry.” Vernon whispers, throwing Soonyoung a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Soonyoung still hasn’t really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable.
“Don’t mind him, that’s both my best friend and roommate.” You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. He’s kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen.
“Have you and him ever like…” Soonyoung immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird.
“Vernon?! Oh, god no.” You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. “You’re allowed to look up by the way. You’ve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.”
Immediately Soonyoung moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but you’re locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.
When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, he’s happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him.
Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like you’re his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, but you can admit now that he’s in front of you that it’s a bit intimidating. He’s not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Soonyoung is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex.
Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, it’s not. Because you’re seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say there’s an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times he’s made you laugh. How many times he’s embarrassed himself, and now for the first time he’s right there and all you want to do is…give him exactly what he wants, or needs. Whichever.
“Okay, listen,” You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that you’re not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, he’d probably prefer it that way. “If I move too fast, just tell me to stop.”
Soonyoung tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that you’re absolutely everything he thought you would be and more.
“I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue,” He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the entire situation. “I struggled not to get hard just driving over.” He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks.
You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Soonyoung and in the short amount of time you’ve known him, you’re kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.
“Oh yeah?” You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. You’re pretending that his apparent inexperience isn’t getting to you, but you’re not really fooling anyone. “Let’s get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.”
Soonyoung laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe he’s drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, it’s dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.
He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. He’s seen what’s between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you. Now he’s here, and you’re right there. It’s hard not to crowd up, it’s hard not to cling to you, it’s hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing it– of course he’s staring. Of course he’s crowding closer, almost to the point that he’s up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.
You turn after grabbing him the bottle and become shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows he’s not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing too. You’re glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until he’s against the counter and kissing you back.
He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. He’s excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him.
For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that he’s probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly.
His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now.
If you’re going to sleep with him though, he’s gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Vernon’s sake.
“Hey,” you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isn’t having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. “We should go to my room, your first time isn’t about to be in my kitchen.”
“Why not?” He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. “I don’t care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.”
Still, his lips don’t leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, he’s immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.
You barely get the door closed before he’s pressing you against it this time, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone.
You’re kind of in love with the fact that he doesn’t seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else he’ll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine he’d be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.
Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and you’re instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera.
“You’re really going to let me?” He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him.
At this moment, you’re all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.
“To think I wouldn’t want to do this is insane,” You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. “Look how wet I am.” You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. “Do you wanna try eating me out?”
He doesn’t even nod. He’s immediately on his knees against your bed and grabbing your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you.
Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before you’re able to process words again.
“Can’t believe how good you look down there,” You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. “Have you ever done this before?”
He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. Regardless of your shock at that, he seems like he’s waiting for a green light so you decide to cut the compliments short and raise your brows at him.
“Go on then.”
You watch him and the way he doesn’t seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, he’s adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because he’s in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts.
He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here.
He’s quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place.
It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that it’s almost impossible for your legs not to shake in reaction at what he’s doing to you.
Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go.
“Fuck, knew you’d be good at this,” you compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. “Stay on my clit, use your fingers on me.”
He hums, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen.
You can feel his fingers make their way into you, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. You’re tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you.
“Just like that,” you encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you.
It almost seems like he’s asking if he’s doing well, and goddamn is he. He’s doing amazing.
“So good,” you say shortly, scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper.
He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenches— he’s swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesn’t think he ever wants this to end.
All day, he could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldn’t they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. He’s in love, he’s in love.
He doesn’t stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach euphoria so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, you’re not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clit— his moan sending a vibration straight through you.
“Faster, with your fingers—“ you choke out, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say.
There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm you’re not even sure he knows you’re having right now.
Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone.
You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt.
He doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his length in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.
“Did you…?” He asks softly.
You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs.
“I did,” You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. You’re reeling from the recent orgasm and wanting nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. “And now, you’re gonna finally get a full blow job.”
He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.
“Unless, you don’t want that?” You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.
“No, no! It’s not that!” He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. “It’s just that like, what if I don’t last very long? I’m kind of sensitive.”
His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Soonyoung.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” You lean forward, kissing him again. “You just gave me some of the best head in my life.”
The light in his eyes return and instantly he’s flashing a nervous smile at you.
“Hoshi, I’ve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.” You reassure him again, making a point to use his nickname. “If you don’t get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.”
Well, he can’t have that now, can he?
He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing you’ve seen him jerk off before. It’s the fact that like, what if it’s suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you don’t like?
Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. You’re the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure.
You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base.
He thinks he’s going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You don’t even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until you’re taking in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes.
It’s not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, he’s fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting your throat.
How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? You’ll be damned not to choke on it. You’d rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop.
He’s actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of him and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didn’t even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. You’re down there, slipping your mouth up and down on his length, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it.
Once again, he’s in love.
He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears he’s ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and god– your other hand, massaging his balls.
“Wait, wait wait–” Soonyoung groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look.
“Were my teeth hurting you?” You ask, gasping a bit for air.
“No, i was just getting really close.”
“Hm?” You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until he’s releasing into your mouth.
You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again.
His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and he’s honestly in heaven once again.
Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until he’s dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through it–how?
“How–” he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. “How did you do that?”
You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face.
“I don’t normally do that for guys.” You say with a rasp in your voice, “I certainly don’t just swallow for anyone.”
He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if you’re done though, because by now you’ve both gotten off and usually that’s the end goal, right?
But he hasn’t lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows you’re not done with him.
“We need to let you rest until you can get hard again,” You say, kissing him more easily than before. Letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. “What’s something you wanna do to get you back into the game?”
He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that you’re his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and that’s a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view.
You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well.
“I don’t even know at this point.” He admits, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.
“I’ll just love on you while you think, then.”
He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against it.
He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said you’d love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about what’s going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.
He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.
“Already?”
He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs.
“I want to, um, eat you out again…”
That’s new. Twice in one session? You’re not going to turn that down.
“Oh yeah? Did that get you going?”
You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up.
You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?
“Whenever you’re ready.” You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this.
You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing he’s going to do it again.
His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time.
“You have the prettiest pussy.” He says in a clear and calm voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. “And I've watched a lot of porn.”
You’d tell him to shut up, but you’re not gonna because it’s cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, he’s treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now.
“Eat it then.” you try to urge him, and he does just that.
You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you don’t want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, he’s just as eager now as he was the first time…if not more.
He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him. He eventually holds you in place against him, licking you deeper than you’ve ever been licked before. It’s a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now.
You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that it’s becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that he’s doing this to get himself hard is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense.
After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you come this way and it’s dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle.
Given, he can’t reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and you’re floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you.
He’s really going to not let you hold it in, he’s going to have you fucking unravelling again and it’s too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself.
He’s hard again, and god knows how long he’s been doing that.
You pull your body away from him, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him.
“You were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?”
He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair.
“I like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make you–”
“You absolutely could have but I’m going to be honest,” You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. “I need more now, and if you’re ready, I’d like to live up to my promise.”
His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but you’re really–
“Promise?” He asks, knowing full well what it was.
“Lay back, get comfortable,” You instruct, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. “You still want me to ride you, right?”
He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready he’s managed to get himself for this.
Not that you want to rush, but you’re so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His cock likely bigger than any you’ve taken before, and to be fair, you don’t even care if you’re the desperate one at this point. You’ve almost forgotten he’s a virgin.
“Wait,” He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. “Oh, fuck, wait- no, do that again.”
You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until he’s leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard.
You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that you’re not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he can’t help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this.
You rub yourself against him until it’s even more unbearable than before. By now, you’ve completely soaked his length and he’s completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, he did it and you didn’t stop him.
“Are you ready?” You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds.
He groans out a “please” before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quickly– he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now.
“Hold on, there’s a condom in the pocket of my jeans–”
“Okay, and?” You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”
He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit it fucking raw for the first time?
“Unless you’re lying, and you’re not really a virgin?”
He’s quick to silence your doubt. He’s 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm and– malfunction. He’s blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him.
“Please?” He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that he’s sure it’s hurting you.
You smile, humming at him when you lift from his length, standing on your knees to grab at his and position him in the right place.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” You ask, only now realizing that you’re genuinely about to take a man’s virginity, and it’s only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, it’s not right to just do it without making him really think about it.
“Fuck, yes. Just do it already.”
You can’t help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you don’t think you’ll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation.
He can’t get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He can’t help it when he moans, he doesn’t care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob.
By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like he’s the one who needs to adjust. Of course, you’re needing this moment to adjust too but god– just watching him made you that much more wet and it’s insane how into him you are right now. As if you haven’t been since you started talking to him.
“Feels good?” You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you.
He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, he’s no longer a virgin now. It’s fucking happening, and you’re hot? So hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good.
Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the feeling.
You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again.
His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself back– seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling.
You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside.
“You’re really cute, you know that?” You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.
That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it.
You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.
You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as he’d like, and god. It’s hard. It’s deep, and it’s so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell he’s purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you.
He’s actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but that’s not the case at all. You actually can’t stop moaning, it’s just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound.
For a moment, you think you can actually hear him purr, or maybe growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already he’s lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and you’re so fucking impressed by it.
You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good he’s doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.
“I don’t know how the fuck you’re doing this to me,” You laugh out of pity for yourself, “I really thought I could last longer than this.”
He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. There’s one issue. He’s about two thrusts from coming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you.
You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that he’d lose his arousal entirely.
You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but what’s happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, you’ll let yourself go too. He doesn’t seem to be picking up the hints.
“Are you close?” You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that it’s becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. “Let it go, come with me–”
Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable.
“Oh, shit. Wait– i’m–” You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.
He’s so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy come around him as he continues to empty himself into you.
It’s entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense.
Little does he know… it’s not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good.
By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity.
He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does.
~
He’s not going home tonight. Of course he’s not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.
In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (Not literally, both of you are just dramatic.)
All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, he’d rather not do it as often as Seungcheol does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake.
But like, you’re kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other women and that’s a block he didn’t think would be an issue until it became one.
You made him come twice. And he thinks you did too, unless you’re lying just to make him feel better. There’s no way you didn’t feel the intensity of that though. There’s no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.
There’s no way you would let him sleep over if you didn’t feel the same way he does right now.
And by the time you’re back, handing him a plate of food, he can’t help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.
The thing is, that’s one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think you’d be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird.
This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least.
“So,” You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a come-soaked bed like this. “I guess you should change your bio in the app now.”
He looks at you, and then at his food.
“Yeah, I guess I should…”
“I’ll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what you’re doing with a woman and all.”
It’s silent for a minute.
“Is it too forward if I say that I’d rather just delete the app and keep calling you?”
Thank fuck Soonyoung is forward and embarrassing with it. You’re not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, you’re not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet. If he wants to attach himself for a while, you’re going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when he’s not being adorable he’s just being fucking hot.
You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because you’re not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes.
Strangely enough, he doesn’t even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowing– you think…oh no. Why are you looking at him like this?
“Hey, I should probably call Vernon and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.”
Soonyoung nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out.
“I should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.”
You snort at him with a laugh right as Vernon answers the phone, and honestly, you’d rather listen to Soonyoung’s friend than Vernon whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents.
“Hey Vernon, don’t come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.” You say quickly before hanging up.
Instantly you’re setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Soonyoung and his phone.
A/N: Hi! Eribin here!
So... I finally made a SMUT fic.. hopefully, it won't be the last! 😂 Minors, please do not interact.
I did my best writing this, so please don’t judge me too harshly. This story is purely from my imagination. Any similarities to real names, places, or events are purely coincidental and not intentional. English is not my first language, so please bear with any errors.
Just keep in mind, it’s not perfect.. but I poured my heart into it! If you spot any flaws, feel free to let me know.
WC: 2.2k words
Summary: She went to his best friend's condo hoping for a confession. She will left his bedroom with a secret.
WARNING:‼️EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT‼️, alcohol mentioned, angst, Mature themes and non-consensual act, erotic romance
Elvie’s POV
Today is my best friend Daichi Inoue’s birthday. We met in college since we were classmates throughout, and we instantly clicked because we were both playful and carefree. He knows very well that I have feelings for him. I confessed after graduation, but I was rejected right away. He didn’t want to lose a friend, so he turned me down.
To him, I’m just a best friend.. nothing more. It hurt, a lot. But tonight, I’m determined to take a chance. Who knows? Maybe what I do tonight will change things. Maybe he’ll finally accept my love.
I’m now standing in front of his condo door. He comes from a wealthy family.. his father is Japanese, and they own multiple businesses. Even at a young age, Daichi has his own businesses too. I admire him for being so responsible with money.
As for me, I work as an accounting staff member at their company, Inouvest, which is managed by his older brother, Inoue Daigo.
I didn’t bother ringing the doorbell, I just entered his passcode since he knows I always come over for his birthday. We usually just have a few drinks and he doesn’t like extravagant celebrations.
But as soon as I stepped inside, I was confused. Why are all the lights off? It’s already 6 PM, and it’s dark outside. Did he leave? As far as I know, he hates dark places. Maybe he really isn’t home.
I turned on all the lights in the living room and kitchen. His condo is neat and minimalistic.. mostly black and white. So very him.
Maybe he’s out or busy with his other friends, whom I don’t even know.
I walked to the kitchen and opened his pantry cabinets. Empty. Just junk food and cup noodles. I checked his fridge.. nothing but water and beer.
"Sigh… Does he not stock up on real food?" I muttered. I grabbed three cans of beer and some ice. Sitting by the bar counter, I poured beer over ice in a glass and decided to wait for him. I turned on Netflix on my phone while drinking.
I lost track of time. I had finished three episodes and more than three cans of beer. It was already 9:30 PM, and he still wasn’t home. I originally planned to surprise him, but now I have no choice.. I had to call him.
"Is his phone dead? Why can’t I reach him?" Frustrated, I turned off my own phone and finished the rest of my beer.
That’s when I heard the sound of water splashing from Daichi's bathroom in his bedroom. Am I drunk? Or am I just imagining things? Could he have been here the whole time, sleeping? A smile crept onto my lips. There’s no turning back now, Elvie.
I gulped down my beer and stood up, though the dizziness hit me hard, making me lean against the counter for support. I forced myself to get it together and carefully walked toward Daichi's bedroom.
After this, Elvie, no regrets. If something happens, and he takes responsibility, then great! If not… you’ll walk away.
Slowly, I pushed open the bedroom door. The room was dark, except for the dim light from the bathroom.
I saw him lying face down on his king-sized bed. My heart pounded as I cautiously approached. Thank God I borrowed some courage from the beer.
Sensing someone near him, he turned around. Without thinking, I lunged forward and kissed him, straddling him.
“W—wait… hmmpff!” I had already pressed my lips against his—so soft.
"What are you doing?!" he snapped at me. Was I really that drunk? Because somehow, he looked even more handsome... More mature.. When did he start growing facial hair?
"Happy Birthday, Daichi" I whispered, kissing him again and cupping his face.
He didn’t respond, so I leaned in closer, grabbing his hand and placing it on my big breast.
That’s when he suddenly turned aggressive. He took control, deepening the kiss, guiding our movements.
He flipped me onto my back, pressing his lips against mine with hunger. His breath tasted like mint, making everything even more intoxicating. His hands roamed over my body, making me tremble. It had only been a few months since we last saw each other, but his physique had grown even more muscular.
“Are you really sure about this?” he asked in a husky voice in my ears, his arousal evident. It tickles the hell out of me.
I nodded, eyes shut, my entire body heated from the alcohol and his touch.
"I love you, Daichi" I confessed. I just heard him grunt and he crushed his lips against mine. His kisses were rough, almost painful, but I found myself craving them.
His lips traveled down my neck, leaving a love bite. Carefully stroking my hair with one hand and the other one on my waist. I could feel that he was smirking as he continued to kiss me down. His warm and big hands carefully moved to my delicate thighs. I moaned.
"There’s no turning back” he murmured. He traces kisses back up to my ear
"Aaaahhhh Dai.."
His breath hitches slightly at my moan, his hands gripping my thigh more firmly. His eyes darken with desire as he pressed himself against mine,making it clear how much he wants me
In one swift motion, he removed my dress and my red bra, exposing my bare chest,
His eyes rake over my exposed skin, lingering on the curve of my breasts "Holy hell..." He mutters, visibly struggling to maintain his composure.
“These two babies are mine now" he growled, licking and sucking on them like a beast, leaving red marks all over.
I moaned, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations. My body arched beneath him, reacting to his every touch.
He slips a hand inside my panties, his fingers immediately encountering my intimate.
"Ah, fuck..." His thumb circles my clit, making me gasp and bite my lip hard
“Please, Daichi…” I whimpered, my body desperate for something I couldn’t quite name.
“Please what?” he teased, his husky voice sending shivers through me. His fingers kept stroking, making me gasp. It lingers at my virgin entrance, applying the slightest pressure.
"Stop, Daichi—I feel like I need to—" I protested, trying to push his hand away, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he intensified his movements while kissing my mounds.
"Cum for me, baby" he commanded, his tongue flicking over my breast. He's pushing one finger inside me slowly.
My breath hitched. Then adds a second finger, stretching me gently as he watches my face filled with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Hmmpff… ahhh!" I cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes me cry out.
I saw him smirking at my reaction and watching me, continuing to stimulate my G-spot with slow, deliberate movements. "That's it, baby..." He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear.
Trying to catch my breath, I watched him as he removed his shirt and pajama pants. My foggy mind barely processed it, but my hands instinctively reached for his toned abs and sharp V-line. He flinched at my touch, making me smirk.
So this is your weakness, Daichi?
He lifted one of my legs, spreading my thighs apart before pressing a deep kiss against my wetness. He inhales it deeply. My fingers tangled in his hair as pleasure overwhelmed me.
His hands squeeze my tits roughly, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he eats me out like a starving man. “Sweet baby..” He spreads my pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing my clit to his hungry mouth.
He sexily wiped his mouth and started inserting his fingers again watching my innocent body respond. My breasts bouncing slightly with my movements. My face is contorting with new pleasures. He pumps his fingers faster, feeling my walls flutter around him.
And I cum. I felt heaven in few seconds.. He eats up my release like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside me as i squirm and moan through my first orgasm.
Positioning himself,eyes locked on my naked, spread body.
He grabs his length, guiding it to my entrance. "Hold onto the bed, okay? This is gonna hurt." Without warning, he thrusts forward, breaking through my hymen in one brutal stroke. "FUCK!"
"Ahhh—it hurts!" I gasped, instinctively trying to push him away. It felt like I was being split apart. But he kissed me, massaging my chest, easing the pain little by little.
He pinches my wrists tightly as he stays buried deep inside me, letting me feel every thick inch stretching on my virgin walls. "Shhhh... I've got you." His voice is strained with control, fighting the urge to move and cause me more pain. "Breathe through it, baby."
He leans down, pressing his forehead against mine, trying to soothe me. "Just give it a moment. Let your body adjust to my size." He stays still, allowing me to slowly accommodate his length.
He starts slowly moving in and out, careful not to go too deep as he gently massages my breasts. His strokes are slow and deliberate, meant to minimize any pain while maximizing pleasure. "Breathe baby... just relax..." He whispers, continuing to caress my sensitive nipples.
He increases his pace slightly, pushing deeper inside of me as he kneads my breasts more firmly. He can feel me relaxing underneath him, so he decides to go faster and harder
His eyes darken with lust as he watches my breasts bounce with each thrust, my nipples hard and begging for his touch. He groans deeply, the sight of me biting my lip in a mix of pleasure and pain driving him wild.
He watches me as I throw my head back. He knows I'm close, so he hits that spot inside of me deeply and slowly, making my walls tighten around him and I cum again..
He keeps one hand firmly on my breast, squeezing gently as he watches his thick cock disappearing inside of me, covered in my white, creamy and warm cum. His breathing becomes heavier as the sight and feeling of me cumming around him almost pushes him over the edge. "Jesus Christ... I'm near..."
He starts moving even faster and deeper, his balls slapping against my sensitivity with each thrust. He's too far gone in the moment to stop. He pounds into me relentlessly, drunk on the sound of our moans and the heavenly tightness engulfing his shaft. My body arches beneath him, breasts bouncing with every forceful thrust.
He grips my hips tighter and slams into me with all his might. The bed creaks and shakes with the force of his thrusts, filling the room with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh and our loud, pleasure-filled moans.
His eyes roll back as he fills me with his hot, sticky seed.
He smirks, seeing me sprawled out and breathless.
That night, he claimed me again and again in every inch of my body.
“I’m sorry.. " he whispered. I didn’t dwell on it. Exhausted, I drifted into sleep.
3rd person POV
Daigo let out a long sigh as he collapsed onto the couch, hair still damp from the fastest shower of his life. After working 24 straight hours, he was completely drained. He didn’t even have the energy to drive home, so he ended up crashing at his younger brother’s condo without a second thought.
Daichi was in Australia anyway. Celebrating his birthday. Probably surfing, relaxing, or doing something annoyingly stress-free.
Must be nice.
Daigo stretched out, groaning slightly, when something on the coffee table caught his eye.
A familiar maroon employee ID and a handbag. Must be from the girl earlier who is soundly sleeping in the bedroom right now..
"Inouvest..." I whispered. So.. She's working in my company? And I was right.
“Elvie Hasegawa?” he muttered, picking it up with a small frown. Her photo stared up at him.
“Elvie…” he repeated under his breath, almost like he was testing how her name sounded and his thumb brushing over her photo.
His phone buzzed. He picked it up without checking.
“Yo.”
“Ani! You sound half-dead" came Daichi’s voice from the other end. “You alright?”
“Barely. Crashed at your place.”
“No worries, you know the code. Hey—” Daichi paused suddenly. “Did anyone stop by?”
Daigo looked down at the ID again..
“No one.. " he answered coolly,eyes not leaving the card.
Daichi let out a thoughtful hum. “Weird. Elvie hasn’t replied to my messages. She always drops by during my birthday… Maybe she already did?”
Daigo didn’t respond right away.
“Ani?”
“Hm? Yeah.. " Daigo said calmly. “Maybe I just missed her. I was asleep all night.” he added
Daichi frowned slightly but didn’t press further. "Yeah.. I'll just treat her when I come back.. Okay Ani! See ya!" And he hung up the phone..
Daigo’s eyes lingered on the ID again and turned his head on the bedroom
So you guys know… I made this a long time ago, and I’m still exploring Tumblr. It used to be password-protected, but I removed it because I’ll be uploading my R-18 content there from now on. My other account (qmakobin) will be for fluff only.
A/N: Hi. Hello. annyeoooong. Eri desu. how's everyone? Let's start this November with the fluff fic of Jaehyun.. Anyway, this is purely fiction, so please separate it from reality. bear with my typos and grammar mistakes.. English isn’t my first language. Xoxo!
WC: 1.2k words
GENRE: Fluff, rom-com, light romance
WARNING: none (but there's a mention of the medical setting, nothing graphic)
SUMMARY: When Y/N meets her mysterious neighbor in the most unexpected place, her quiet crush becomes a full-blown heart-racing reality.
𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚
Living in a decent apartment with cheap rental fee is a dream!
It has a nice elevator, working fire exits, a nice looking view, friendly neighbors, and its very cheap knowing that we are in the middle of the city
But you know what makes it even better???
Apartment 301.
I didn't know his name tho.. just that he lived next door to mine. Always looks like he stepped straight of a k-drama! Very charming, very handsome!
We’d bump into each other in the elevator or pass by in the hallway.. he’d give me this small, polite smile that made my entire day brighter.
He's always wearing a hoodie and sweats. Always with headset in, hair tousled, iced coffee in hand. Our encounters were brief but enough for me to grow this feeling of mine for him
And yes.. I have the biggest crush on him.
ASSFDJDKLSGDKL! I'd blush like crazy whenever he’s near. Bite my lip to stop the stupid smiling like an idiot. Once, When he wasn’t looking, I’d do a silent happy dance like a fangirl who just saw her bias in person..
Unfortunately, today.. the universe had plans starting with a 7:00 AM company health check-up.
7 fucking A.M.. I normally clock in at nine, but today I was cursed to be awake earlier than the birds, dragging my self to a cold hospital that smelled like expensive soap and sterilized i don't know what.
My soul was still half asleep as I waited in the hallway with my health form in hand.
then a nurse finally called my name.
“Y/n?”
I groggily followed her to the fitting room, where I changed into a crinkly hospital gown. I shuffled between stations.. eye test, hearing test, height and weight and then I was told to get my vitals checked in Room 127.
And that’s when I saw him.
There, in perfect white scrubs, stethoscope slung around his neck, sleeves pushed up to reveal his lean and sculpted forearms His brown hair was swept slightly back, revealing sharp eyes and a soft, disarming smile and dimples.
My entire soul left my body the moment we met our gaze. WHAT THE FFF----
He looked up from his clipboard and smiled again. SIR— STOP SMILING PLEASE.
“Y/N, right? I’ll be checking your vitals today.”
YEAH I KNOW. YOU'RE THE DOCTOR HERE. Because of course I can't be the one to check myself.. Aigooo~ Im going crazy with my monologue here. I simply shook my head and smiled at him
I awkwardly stumbled into the patient’s seat, palms sweaty.. And my heart? It was racing and I was this close to fainting from sheer embarrassment.
My eyes dropped to his name tag.
Jung Jaehyun, Medical Intern.
OH. MY. GOD. He’s a doctor?! Well.. not yet.. But he's getting there..
"Okay.. let's start with your blood pressure" He said and get his sphygmomanometer and gently wrapping the cuff around my arms. I tried not to hyperventilate from the contact.
never in my wildest dream to look at someone's hand and admired it. His fingers were long and sculpted, like they’d been carved from marble.. elegant and too perfect to be real.. with skin so smooth it almost shimmered under the light. And the veins from his hands to his arms.. GOD— WHY ARE YOU TESTING ME??
I looked away cause I can't calm down.. gurl~ Be normal for once and don't embarass yourself in front of him
The instrument beeped. He squinted at the screen and to me “…Huh?”
"w-wh-what??" I blurted out almost panicking "is it bad?!?"
He chuckles "no.. But your blood pressure is kinda high.. Especially for someone your age.. I'll check your heart rate next"
He gently slid the heart monitor onto my finger. And his finfers brushing against me again... OH GOD I SAW HIS HANDS, FINGERS AND ARMS AGAIN!
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEEPBEEP
FUCK! WHAT'S WITH THIS?
"Uh.." he looked at the monitor "That's kinda fast."
"OH! YOU KNOW. PALPITATIONS. I DRANK COFFEE BEFORE GOING HERE" I defended myself instantly
He raised an amused eyebrow.. "Really??" he laughed a little and licked his lips like he's impress "but you marked no intake on your slip tho.”
FUCK! SHIT! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I AM BUSTED.
"Oh did I ? hehe silly me.." I laughed awkwardly and cover my face with my hands. MOTHER EARTH, PLEASE SWALLOW ME RIGHT NOW.
he chuckles and nodded “I’ll double-check manually. Sometimes these digital monitors aren't accurate..” he casually said and took out his stethoscope on his neck and the way he took it out makes me on awe. he looks so sexy and dashing..
And that’s when I realized.. he was dangerously close. Good gracious!
he put the eartip on his ears and held the other end and pointed it towards me and he smiled "just breathe nomally.." he said softly. His voice dropped low, calm and professional.. but something about it made my stomach flip..
He gently put the chest peice on my chest and i bite my lips and I held my breath. Not because of the cold metal. But because he was so close.
I could smell faint hints of his cologne.. clean, warm, like cedarwood and comfort. His lashes were long, casting soft shadows under his eyes. His brows furrowed slightly as he concentrated.
I stared at him, absolutely mesmerized. He looked up and caught me staring. I looked away quickly and gulp.
!!!??????
And he smiled. And that makes my heart explode.. He leaned back and fix his stethoscope and write something..
"You're cleared.. Try to rest after this.. Just minimize caffeine intake.. And.. you're good to go." He said, still writing and gaze up to me after.. "We will just send the result to your HR." And he smiled again and I malfunction again
"Y-yeah. Ofcourse.. Thank you, Doc." I said and looked away.. I cant look at him in the eye..
"wait.. ms.. y/n" My head snapped up and he was smiling. Smiling.
“You’re my neighbor, right? Apartment 302?”
OH MY GOD. HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS ME!!
“Y-yeah..” I stammered. “You… you noticed?”
"hard not to, Ms. y/n" he said quietly, and that soft smile of his turned into something warmer.. gentler, almost teasing.
HUWAT!? what do you even mean by that? My entire existence melted into butterflies.
"drop the Miss.." I managed to say, trying to sound calm.. "just call me y/n.."
"okay then.. y/n.." the way my name rolled off his tongue made my heart race.. He chuckled again, and I swear the room suddenly felt brighter, warmer.. like his smile alone could bright up my day.. “See you around, neighbor.”
I nodded, though I was too stunned to move but I manage to get out of the room. See you around, neighbor. AAAAAHHHHHHH. Lord, Thank you! Thank you for that interaction!
That night, when I came home after work, I found a sticky note on my door.
It said:
‘Hope your blood pressure’s better now. – Jaehyun, Apt. 301’
I pressed my lips together, trying not to scream like a teenager.
Doc Jaehyun… please. Stop making me fall harder.
I leaned my forehead against my door, grinning like an idiot. Who knew that having a neighbor crush could be this dangerous?
Rating how much I would trust PSYCHIC FEVER to keep my secrets
A/n: Hi! hello! Annyeong! Eri desu.
DISCLAIMER : I don’t know them personally. This is all just based on what I’ve seen and my own little delusions (opinion-based content).. Please don’t take it seriously.. just take it as fun fan content! this is not based on real events. Just made up from imagination. If you think, there's some mistake, let me know ❤️ PLEASE STREAM: SWISH DAT
GENRE: just humor, slice of life
WARNING: No sensitive or triggering content.. This is just fan interpretation, not their factual traits.
✨He's emotionally mature, he knows what should stay private..
✨He doesn't just keep secrets.. he respects them.
✨He’s funny in his own way, but when it comes to family or friends, he’s reliable (he is PSYFE’s leader, after all).
✨He’d listen, give advice that won’t hurt my feelings, and make the atmosphere light and comfortable.
✨will keep his lips tight, my secret will be safe.
RYOGA
✨8/10
✨he's cool.. I could tell SOME of my secret
✨Definitely a keeper, especially if it’s something serious..
✨But if it’s funny or embarrassing, he might laugh and make a playful comment..
✨ That reaction could draw attention from the members and they’d probably pressure him to spill..
✨He might end up telling them but would add fake details or twist it a little to protect me.
✨Honestly, he'll just be happy that I trusted him enough to share something personal.
REN
✨4/10
✨well.. he has too much energy
✨he's a listener but lowkey judging me
✨He’ll swear to keep my secret, but when days pass and the members start talking about something related, he’ll accidentally reveal half of it.
✨Then his face freezes mid-sentence like, “Oh no… did I just..?” He stares wide-eyed, hand over his mouth, and apologizes for the next hour.
✨he might didn't men to reveal my secrets, it's just that his mouth moves faster than his brain
JIMMY
✨9/10
✨he's giving me very dependable vibes like big-brother
✨a listener, and I feel like I could actually cry to him..
✨he might tell one of his trusted friend for advice (prolly Tsurugi) but he wouldn’t mention any names.
✨he'd say "hypothetically.. how did you help someone through this?"
✨he will give advice like a brother (not best but safe)
✨he's very respectful, composed, and understands the weight of words..
KOKORO
✨8/10
✨He gives bestfriend vibes.. very loyal and true
✨a keeper and listener, he’d hear me out, give insight, offer gentle advice, and never bring it up again (especially if he senses I’m uncomfortable).
✨he also give the vibes of “he’ll forget it after a day” energy.. which makes him extra safe to tell secrets to
✨Just… don’t tell him anything embarrassing. He will use it for teasing purposes later.
RYUSHIN
✨2/10
✨he's known to be mood-maker.. always talking.. TALKING.
✨He's giving me the vibes of "I’ll tease you until you explode” energy
✨he loves to play around, he'd 100% hint at my secret in front of everyone just to see me panic (a total manace!)
✨but when you tell him "It's serious.. don't tell anyone or else i'll get mad at you" he’d actually respect that.
✨Still, if the secret’s funny, small, or mildly embarrassing… he’d tease me, blackmail me with it, or worst-case.. spill it to the members for laughs. (Him and Ren are close friends afterall)
WEESA
✨7/10
✨he's giving me non-chalant vibes.. kind of lazy but in a harmless way.
✨he'll listened and keep my secrets for sure but I think he might not care too much about them.
✨ he might say "why are you telling me this?"
✨He wouldn’t judge and might give a short, logical opinion. but he really didn't care as long as it's not serious or it doesn't directly affect him.
A/N: hi. Hello. Annyeong. Eri desu! How are you guys? I have another oneshot entry. This time for uri gentlemen, Joshua Hong ❤️ Honestly, I couldn’t sleep after watching a few fancams of Network Love.. My mind just wouldn’t stop replaying them Side note: the pictures used is from pinterest. Credit to the rightful owner. Also, please don’t mind the grammar or typos, I’m trying my best 🥹
WC: 1.5k words
GENRE: angst :)
WARNING: ??? Emotional pain, bittersweet ending? (Not trying to spoil)
SUMMARY: Joshua's getting married ❤️
Today was the day
The gentle brush of make-up artist's brush against my cheek, the faint scent of floral and woody perfume, and the soft hum of hushed conversations in the room.. it all felt like a dream.. a beautiful dream that I had replayed in my mind countless times.
Joshua. His name alone brought a warmth to my chest, a comfort I had known since we were children, my shoulder to cry on, my safe place..
we grew up side by side.. just two houses apart.. My parents and his mom were friends, so it was natural for us to become the same. We went to the same school, shared the same snacks, went to prom together, we even wore matching pajamas and halloween costumes once because his mom thought it was cute.
I remembered how he’d sneak snacks into church, how we’d get scolded by the teacher for giggling during prayers.. he’d still sit beside me every Sunday at church, humming softly to the church songs, sometimes singing his all time favorite song "sunday morning" smiling that gentle smile that made me forget how to breathe.
He had always been the one constant in my life. Always the one who said.. “Don’t worry.. I’ve got you.”
We were inseparable. Always together. Always laughing. Always us.
Everyone around us thought we’d end up together someday. Even our friends, Dokyeom, Jeonghan, and Hoshi, used to tease us endlessly.
"Y/n and Joshua looks good together, don't you think?" Jeonghan would grin from ear to ear, while Hoshi and DK laughed, because they knew. They knew that I liked Joshua.
"stop it, look at y/n, she's already red!" Hoshi teased, making them laugh even harder.
"I'll bet $20.. they'll end up together" Dokyeom added that make me frown..
"same here. $20" Jeonghan said laughing
"wow.. you guys talk and bet about us like we’re not even here" I said and rolling my eyes, but smiling despite myself.. especially Jeonghan with his knowing laugh..
And Joshua would laugh too.. "guys.. stop it"his eyes crinkling as he ruffled my hair. “We’re best friends..” he’d say. Always those words. It’s funny how something so warm can hurt so much when repeated too many times.
He was… everything. The kind of person you would definitely fall for... Gentle, kind, funny in a quiet way, and a gentleman through and through. He’d open doors for me, carry my bag when it was too heavy, remind me to eat when I was busy. Sometimes, he’d fall asleep on my bed after long nights of studying together, his head resting on his arm, his breathing soft and steady.
I used to stare at him in those moments, wondering how someone could be so good without even trying. And maybe that’s when it started. The slow, creeping realization that I loved him.. not as a friend, but as something much deeper.
“Miss y/n, close your eyes for a moment.” The make-up artist’s voice snaps me back to the present.
She hummed softly as she sprayed setting spray on my face. “You look stunning..” she said with a smile.
I smiled back, tho my reflection felt strange.. like I was looking at someone else.. My hair was neatly styled, my lips tinted a soft shade of pink.. Everything was perfect..
My hands trembled slightly in my lap. I tried to calm myself down. “Deep breaths, y/n..” I whispered under my breath. “It’s finally happening.” and I couldn't wait to see Joshua..
Who would’ve thought… he’d be part of our family in just a few hours?
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The car pulled up in front of the church. My breath caught in my throat. The towering church, the faint sound of the organ playing inside, the muffled voices of the guests inside, the sound of laughter, the murmur of anticipation... it all felt surreal.
This was it.
And then I saw him. Joshua Hong.. dressed in a white suit that fit him perfectly, his hair styled neatly, his face glowing with the kind of happiness that could make angels jealous.
The car door opened, and someone offered me a hand to step out.
Joshua turned slightly, smiling as he spoke to Dokyeom, Hoshi and Jeonghan, who stood by his side.. His laughter rang clear, warm, familiar. The way his eyes crinkled, the way he covers his mouth and leaned back when he was laughing.. I want to cherish everything.. I want to remember everything about him..
For a second, everything stopped. He looked perfect. We looked perfect. And then our eyes met. My heart fluttered.. His eyes lit up and show me his heart-fluttering smile.
my eyes begin to water again.. I am just.. happy. genuinely happy.
Until...
Another car pulled up in front of the church.. The wedding planner panicked and shouting for everyone to line up for entourage..
I take a deep breath. My chest feels heavy. My heart feels heavier. As I walk toward the church, my heels clicking softly against the pavement, my hands tremble slightly. I tell myself to stay calm.
He was staring at the new car. The windows were tinted, but the joy on his face was unmistakable..
Then a small figure stepped out from the car.. Wearing a beautiful, classic white dress, delicate veil, bouquet of roses trembling slightly in her hands. My cousin.
Joshua’s eyes lit up with tears..
And in that single heartbeat, everything I had built in my head came crashing down.
I stood there frozen as the realization hit me like cold water. The whispers of guests, the soft music, the priest waiting by the altar.. it all blurred into a distant hum.
This wasn’t our day. It was his.
Joshua’s wedding day.
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As my cousin walked down the aisle, Joshua’s smile widened while waiting for her in the altar, his eyes shimmering with a kind of love I’d only ever dreamed of seeing.. It was a kind of happiness that comes from finding your forever. When she finally reached him, he mouthed something toward me across the church..
“Thank you.”
I know what he means. Thank you for helping him meet her. Thank you for being there. Thank you for being his bestfriend.
I forced a smile, pretending it didn’t hurt. Pretending the words didn’t shatter what little was left of me.
I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. Not yet..
I wanted to leave, but I can't..
When they exchanged vows.. I can’t stop the tears anymore. They fall freely, warm and uninvited, streaking down my cheeks as his voice trembles slightly, saying their “I do.”
When they kissed, the crowd erupts in applause. I join them, clapping through blurry vision..
Because I loved him. I really did.
Because love, real love, isn’t about being chosen.. it’s about choosing their happiness, even when it breaks you..
So I smiled through my tears and whispered quietly to myself.. “Be happy, Joshua.”
Maybe in another lifetime, things would have been different. Maybe in another world, he’d turn to me instead and say.. “It’s always been you.”
But not this one.
In this world, not in my time.. I’m just his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
And maybe that’s all I was ever meant to be.
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Just a Bonus (wc: 1k words, fluff, banter, friends to ???)
Later that night, when the laughter faded and the music softened, I slipped outside the reception.. Everyone else was still inside.. dancing, drinking, celebrating. The muffled beat of music drifted through the doors, blending with the cool night air.
I stood there quietly, staring up at the stars. The sky was so painfully beautiful like it almost mocked me.
And then, the tears came again. Soft, trembling, uncontrollable. I told myself to stop, to let go, to be happy for him. But my heart didn’t listen to reason. It never did.
I hugged myself and whispered.. “Just one more time… then no more tears.”
“Y/N?”
I froze. That familiar, slightly teasing voice made my breath hitch.. And there he was.. Moon Junhui.
Of all people.
He stood a few meters away, his suit slightly wrinkled, tie loosened, holding a half-empty glass of champagne. His hair was a little messy, but somehow he still looked.. good.
We weren’t really close.. somewhere between “friend” and “enemy.” Sometimes he was cool.. other times he got on my nerves.. Definitely not someone I’d expect to see right now.
I quickly wiped my tears and looked away. And jun tilted his head, frowning slightly. “Wait… are you crying?” he asked, stepping closer, voice gentler than usual. “Why are you crying?”
I sniffed, pretending to admire the plant beside me. “No, I’m not.”
He gave a short chuckle. “You’re literally sniffling.”
“Mind your business. What are you doing here anyway?”
He crossed his arms, smirking. “Me? What are you doing here? Let me guess.. your knight in shining armor officially off the market, and now you’re out here—”
“Your mouth!” I hissed, stepping forward and covering his lips with my hand before he could finish.
His eyes widened in surprise.. I felt his lips curved against my palm.. And that’s when I realized how close we were. Too close. I quickly pulled back, pushing his shoulder lightly. “Why do you even care?”
He rubbed his jaw dramatically. “Jeonghan texted me to meet him here. Said he needed help. But apparently, I found you instead.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course. Jeonghan. Always Jeonghan.. That son of a b—aiiish!”
Jun raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I didn’t know you were that gullible, Moon Junhui.”
“What? Gullible? I’m just being helpful!”
“Same thing.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re lucky you look sad right now or—”
“Or what, Moon Junhui? I don’t need your pity, boi.”
He sighed, brushing invisible dust off his sleeve. “No wonder you’re single. You’re always acting like a grumpy cat.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing!” He held out his hand suddenly. “Come on. There are mosquitoes here, and I’m too pretty to get bitten.”
I blinked. “What!!?? why would I go anywhere with you?”
“Because..” he said, pretending to think.. “I’m a good person who doesn’t like seeing heartbroken people crying alone in the dark.”
I raised a brow. “You? A good person? Oh, please.” then i chuckled..
He gasped in mock offense. “Excuse you! I’m very good. Ask anyone.”
“Sure, whatever floats your ego.”
Jun smirked. “Come on, Y/N. I’m bored too. Let’s get out of here before Jeonghan sends me another cryptic text.”
I hesitated, my chest still heavy. “I don’t want to… just leave me alone.”
He sighed. “You’re the one who needs help, not me.”
“Help?!”
Before I could snap back, Jun rolled his eyes, reached out, and took my hand.
“Moon Junhui!” I yelped as he started dragging me down the path.
“Relax..” he said, laughing. “You’re overreacting like I’m about to kidnap you or something.”
I stumbled but followed anyway. His hand was warm, firm, grounding.. something I didn’t realize I needed until that moment.
As we walked under the garden lights, the night didn’t feel so suffocating anymore.
We ended up at a convenience store a few blocks away, sitting on the curb with steaming cups of instant ramen between us.
Customers stared.. me in my dress and full makeup, him in his slightly rumpled suit..
Jun didn’t care. He started talking non-stop.. Some random jokes, and exaggerated impressions of Dokyeom’s wedding speech.
“Joshua, you’re the kind of guy who*sniff* makes love look easy*sniff sniff*” he said in a trembling voice, pretending to wipe fake tears.
I burst out laughing. Like really laughing. For the first time that day. Jun grinned, proud of himself. “See? Much better.”
“Thank you..” I murmured, smiling faintly.
“For the ramen?” he teased.
“For… this.”
He shrugged, twirling his chopsticks. “Small thing. Besides, I still have to make sure you get back to your hotel safely. Jeonghan will actually kill me if I don’t.”
We both laughed quietly. And for the first time, my heart didn’t ache as much.
The streetlights hummed softly, the vending machines buzzed in the background, and the night air smelled faintly of noodles and asphalt.
Joshua would always be a part of me.. my best friend, my first love, my bittersweet memory. But sitting there beside Jun, something inside me shifted. Something small. Something new.
He nudged my shoulder lightly. “So, did you have fun? Full from the instant ramen?”
I smiled. “I did. Thank you again, Jun.”
He stood up, hands in his pockets, smirking. “Thank you? Everything comes with a price, you know.”
I looked up at him, amused. “How much do I owe you? I’ll pay you tomorrow.”
He chuckled softly. “Not money. I’ll let you know what it is… some other time. For now, you need to rest.” he said casually, his hands sliding into his pant pockets.
He took a step back, the streetlight catching the edges of his grin. “Good night, y/n..”
And under that soft, starry sky, with the faint sound of laughter still echoing from the distance, I realized.. maybe I wasn’t as alone as I thought. In this world, Joshua was my gentle constant.. But it turned out that maybe what I needed wasn't a constant at all..
I had forgotten how to choose myself. Now, I needed to focus on loving myself first.. I needed to heal, to gather the scattered pieces of my heart.. and to do everything possible to forget this lingering, aching feeling.. and allow myself to start over..
Along the way.. Maybe i can laugh again.. Hang out and be friends with someone i never thought I'd ever be close to.. Someone unexpected.. Like Junhui.
A/n: Hi, hello, annyeong! Eri here with another one-shot fluff story.. this time Wonwoo..
Tbh, Wonwoo is such a crush-coded person.. a quiet heartthrob vibes with that slightly mysterious look.. adfjhsf! Anyway, this is purely fiction, so please separate it from reality. bear with my typos and grammar mistakes.. English isn’t my first language. Xoxo!
WC: 920+ words
GENRE: soft romance, slow-burn, fluff, slice of life
WARNING: None. just a wholesome admiration
SUMMARY: A soft romance and quiet story about y/n's admiration from afar and unspoken feelings for Wonwoo..
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So there’s this guy..
He sits two rows ahead of me.. he's tall, quiet, with his head slightly tilted as he reads. The light from the window always lands perfectly on his hair.
Jeon Wonwoo.
He doesn’t talk much.. the silence around him feels different.. It's not empty, but peaceful. he’s the kind of person who makes you want to lower your voice when you speak. Who makes time slow down without even trying.
He’s always reading something.. Sometimes a thick novel, sometimes a small paperback with worn-out edges. He would simply read some classic or a science fiction novel. It suited him somehow.
He rarely smiles. But when he does God! (and I’ve seen it only twice) it feels like something sacred.. something I shouldn’t even be witnessing.
The first time i saw him smile was when his friend, Mingyu, said something funny during lunch. Wonwoo’s eyes crinkled just a little, and his hand covered his mouth as if even smiling too much would be forbidden.
The second time was when he solved a difficult equation and quietly muttered “Finally.”
I don’t think anyone else noticed. But I did. I always do.
Sometimes, I wonder what it’s like to be close to him..
To sit beside him..
To listen to his calm voice when he explains something..
To see what kind of things that will make him laugh..
I’ll never know.
Because I’ve never spoken to him unless it's about school. It’s not like I haven’t wanted to. There were moments when I almost did. When our paths crossed in the hallway, when we grouped for a task, when he dropped his pen and I picked it up, when he stood in front of me durin some school drill..
My heart would always race faster than my courage. So I’d smile quietly to myself instead..
And... that was enough for me.
He’s just too good to be true.
Not because he’s perfect.. well no one is.. but because he feels real in a way that most people don’t anymore.
He has no social media, no need to prove himself to anyone. He just… exists. Comfortably, wonderfully, silently, beautifully. Sometimes I catch myself thinking, echoing in the corners of my mind, 'I'd marry him some day'
And then I laugh at myself, because I know how ridiculous that sounds.
How can i love someone I've never spoken to?
How can someone so quiet occupy such a loud space in my heart?
Why am I so delusional?
And why I am thinking that way?
Well.. I don’t know.
But when I see him.. in that same seat by the window, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, pencil tapping lightly on the page.. I feel it again. That strange, soft pull..
Maybe love doesn’t always need to be loud. Maybe it can exist in glances.. in silences.. in the way someone unknowingly becomes your favorite part of every day..
And that’s enough for me.
So I stay where I am.. watching, admiring, smiling to myself.. content with admiring him quietly from afar. Because even if he never knows me, he’ll always be the boy who made my world a little gentler just by being in it.
Then the days went by.. It's still the same. Just admiring him and keeping this crush on him.
Then one afternoon, after class dismissed.. I was packing up, little distracted by my own thoughts.. My heavy, thick history book slipped from my grasp and hit the floor, scattering papers and notes flying under nearby desks.
"Oh shoot!" I grunts. A wave of embarassment washed over me.. I knelt quickly and gathered my things.. As I reached for a particularly paper tucked under the leg of a chair, a long, slender hand appeared, gracefully retrieving it for me.
I looked up and suddenly, everything around me slows down. My heart hammering against my chest.. My lips parted, stunned with his beauty and presence. I blinks slowly to digest everything.
It was Wonwoo..
He didnt say anything, just extending the paper to me. His expression is still the same, neutral.. his beautiful dark hooded eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, holding a polite, unreadable quiet.
"Thank you.." I manage to say.. As I took the papers from him and my heart tingles as our fingers touched briefly.
He just gave a slight nod, like a small acknowledgement.. he turned and continued on his way out of the classroom, his tall figure disappearing around the doorframe.
The interaction between us lasted only for seconds but it shocks my calm world..
I gathered the rest of my things.. A small and knowing smile playng on my lips. I even bite my lips to suppressed from smiling widely.
'He had helped me!' Even it was just a seconds of interaction.. It was enough..
I walked out of the room feeling lighter, the air around me filled with a new, quiet hope. Hope that he might finally see me.
What you didn’t know was that when Wonwoo turned the corner, he stopped for a moment.. He looked back and watched you leave the classroom, smiling softly to yourself.
A small smile tugged at his lips.. something quiet, curious, maybe even a little amused.. Then, just as quietly, he looked away and kept walking, leaving you unaware that, this time, he had been the one watching..
A/n: Hii! Hello! Annyeong! Eri here again! Back with another *ehem smut fanfic. I have no idea with the case mentioned but yeah.. here it is! There's a lot of grammar and typo error, please bear with me. English is not my first language. This is a work of FICTION and does not reflect reality. This is not the accurate portrayal of Wonwoo.
If you are uncomfortable with sexual themes, this story is not for you. Thank you for your understanding ❤️
WARNING: Graphic sexual content (unprotected sex,oral–f. Recieving), power imbalance(lawyer-client affair), obsession (if u squint)
SUMMARY: He’s your lawyer.. calm, confident, dangerously composed. You’re his clien.. off-limits, but too tempting to resist.
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Y/n's POV
I should’ve picked another law firm. Anyone but him.
Jeon Wonwoo.. my assigned lawyer.. was six feet of walking temptation. All broad shoulders, smug confidence, and a voice so deep it made my knees tremble.
The case that brought me to him wasn't a criminal one, but a complex civil suit..
My late father built a company that specialized in custom, interactive light and sound pieces for museums and public spaces with his friend, a managing partner, Mr. Yoon. He had been secretly stealing funds and ideas through a another company he created. Now I was fighting to take back control, protect my father’s work, and recover the money lost over the past three years since my father left me the most of the ownership. Its just heartbreaking of being betrayed by someone who once felt like a friend.. a family.
Now, the first time we met, I swore he looked at me for a second too long. His fingers brushing mine when he handed over the contract were just a little too deliberate.
His face? Lethal..
His smirk? Criminal.
He wore sin like a second skin.. three-piece suits, glasses when reading over files, sleeves rolled up when “getting serious.” And he always sat too close. Too casually close. “Relax..” he’d say, leaning in, lips too near my ear. “I’m here to protect you, remember?"
"And protect me from what exactly, Mr. Jeon?" He just chuckles
I wasn't even sure what the lawsuit was about anymore. All i could think of was the heat of his gaze on my thighs as I shifted in my seat.
The meeting should’ve been over, but I made the mistake of standing up too fast.. documents fell, papers flying. He caught them before I could, chuckling as he stepped closer. Too close.
Now, I'm pressed between his desk and him, heart racing. “This… isn’t professional..” I breathe, eyes flicking up to meet his. I mean to scold him.. but good God, his gaze makes my insides twist. That look in his eyes… like he’s the predator.. starving.
He raises a brow, amused. “No?”
My chest rises and falls with each breath, nerves and something far more dangerous pulsing under my skin. He leans in, arms on both side of me, caging me between his solid muscle and the wood of his desk.
Leans more closer and closer.. “Then sue me, y/n..” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. I shiver. His breath is hot against my skin. “You come into my office looking like that… expecting me to focus on your case?”
“Wonw—”
“You don’t even realize what you do to me, do you?” His eyes darken. “You think I didn’t notice how you cross your legs when I talk? How your breath hitches when I say your name?”
His fingers trace down my arm, slow and deliberate. “You want this to stay professional, y/n?”
I nod. A lie.
He leans closer until my back arches against the desk, his lips nearly brushing mine. His hand moves to my waist, gripping gently.. just enough to make my stomach flutter.
“Say the word..” he whispers. “And I’ll back off.”
Silence. there's a part of me that.. wants this too..
He smirks. “Didn’t think so.”
His lips finally crash against mine.. hungry, commanding, just.. perfect. my hands clutch at his polo.. my fingers trembling, mouth parting for him like instinct. He pulled back slightly, breath unsteady, confident motion, he took off his glasses and his eyes meeting mine with a look that stole the rest of my words.
He kiss me again and groans softly when I respond, deep and deliberate.. like I just confirmed every thought he’s had about me since day one.
This was dangerous. we shouldn't do this.. is this Illegal, right? I don't know.. Probably?
But the way he lifts me onto his desk like I just weigh nothing, the way he kisses me like he's been waiting forever.. and i have never felt more alive.
My back hits the desk with a soft thud. Papers scatter beneath me.. documents, contracts, meaningless now under my writhing form.
Wonwoo hovers over me, blazer already off, jaw clenched tight as his eyes rake down my body like he owns it.
“Been thinking about this, baby” he murmurs, sliding my blouse up, revealing more skin. “Every damn time you came in here with that innocent look...”
I gasp as his lips trail down my neck, teeth grazing, and his tongue soothing. It’s messy, rushed.. but deliberate. Too practiced.
His hands explore like a man starved. Strong palms gripping my thighs, forcing them open around his hips.
“Wore a skirt today..” he chuckles darkly, brushing his thumb up my inner thigh. “You make my job impossible, baby.”
“Wonwoo..someone could—”
“Let them.” His voice drops. “Let them hear how pretty you sound when I ruin you.”
He pulls me closer to the edge of the desk, dragging my panties down with one swift motion. The air hits and I shiver, not from cold.. but from the thrill of being so exposed.. for him.
“God you’re soaked..” he groans, running a single finger along my folds. “And I haven’t even touched you properly.”
I shut my eyes and grip the edge of the desk, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, drawing him in. His bulge presses hard against my core, and the tension has me gasping.
“Patience..” he smirks. “You don’t hire a man like me for quick settlements.”
He drops to his knees. Six feet of sin, bowing only for me.. what a sight.. he slowly leans in.. slowly kissing my thighs up to my cunt.. his tongue hot and relentless, he eats me down there like he’s starving.. like it’s his case on the line. he sucks my clits softly, his tongue exploring my folds.. he looks up with sleepy eyes "baby.. you taste so good"
Every lick, every suck, every groan against my cunt has me back arching off the desk.
“Wonwoo—Ah—!”
“Say my name again..” he growls, holding my hips down as I squirm under him. “Let this whole damn firm hear who’s making you fall apart.”
I cry out again, overwhelmed, fingers threading into his hair. My legs starts to tremble and it only purs on him. He sucks harder, his index finger slides inside of me to rub that spot that makes me see stars.. I am getting close and I know he knows it, he can feel it.. "Come on baby.. come on my tongue.. now" He chuckles against my heat, smug and satisfied as I come undone beneath him.
He keeps eating me out even after I've come, his face buried between my legs as he licks up all my juices. "Fucking hell..."
But he’s not done. Not even close.
He stands, lips glistening with my juices, eyes dark with hunger. “Round two..” he whispers, unbuckling his belt.. “is for me.”
His length spring free, thick and long and the head glisten with his precum. I don’t remember how he unbotton my blouse off.. or when my bra vanished or how my legs ended up wrapped around his broad shoulders..
he slams into me.. hard and deep. filling me up completely. He watches me moan and bite my lips. He loses control slightly and grabs my neck possessively.. He thrusts harder and deeper, making me cry out loudly. "Damn baby... You're noisy when I hit your spot..." He hits that spot inside of me again and again. "Here?"
I nodded as I cried, fresh tears come out of my eyes because of pleasure.
He smiles wickedly at my response, seeing my tears of pleasure. He maintains his pace, hitting that spot inside me perfectly.
And all I remember is the sound of skin against skin, the growl in his throat, my name on his lips. And his voice in my ear, low and possessive..
“You’re mine now. And there’s no contract in the world that’ll save you from me..”
“God, baby..” Wonwoo groans.. his voice raw in my ear.. “you feel like heaven.”
His thrusts are deep, slow at first, then sharper.. rougher. And i'm barely keeping it together, legs locked around his waist, nails dragging along his shoulders under his open polo.
The desk creaks beneath me. His hands grip my hips like I'll go away if he lets go.
My name falls from his lips like a curse, like a prayer. “How am I supposed to let you go after this??” he growls and his teeth brushing the shell of my ear. “You expect me to just walk into court tomorrow and pretend I haven’t been inside you?”
I whimper something unintelligible, too drunk on the feel of him, the weight, the stretch, the pressure..
Wonwoo chuckles darkly. “Yeah… that’s what I thought.”
Then..
*knocks *knocks
I freeze. Eyes wide. Mouth parted.
“Mr. Jeon? The managing partner’s asking if you’ve finished the Salcedo case draft. They are now in the conference room..”
The voice is right outside the door.. Wonwoo doesn't stop. Not for a second. Instead, he slows down. Rolls his hips deeper. Harder. His hand covers my mouth instantly.. eyes gleaming with mischief and danger. “Shhhh..” he whispers. “Be good for me. Be quiet.”
my back arches. It’s unbearable.. I need to cry out. But all I can do is clutch his arms as he keeps moving inside me, filling me completely, hand muffling my moans.
“I’ll be there soon..” Wonwoo calls out to the door, perfectly steady. Unbothered. Sin incarnate. “Tell them to hold off another fifteen. Im just doing something more important..”
“Yes, sir.” the assistant said, then leaves.
The moment the footsteps fade, Wonwoo lets go of my mouth, and my whimper escapes like a broken dam.
“Oh, baby..” he groans, pumping harder now, losing control. “You like that? You like almost getting caught?”
I just nod helplessly, tears brimming from the overstimulation.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this..” he whispers then his thrusts getting sloppier. “Taking everything I give you.. so tight..so mine.”
And then he kisses me again.. raw, breathless, like he’s sealing a deal with his soul.
When I come again, it’s too much. I tremble beneath him, my whole body clenching, breaking. He follows with a loud groan, burying himself deep, pulsing inside of me.
Heavy breathing. Sweaty skin. Papers soaked beneath us. His forehead rests against mine, both of us still panting.
“…Shit” i whisper.
He smiles. That smile. Arrogant, cocky, and somehow stupidly sweet.
“Still think this is unprofessional?” he murmurs, tracing circles on my thigh. "Baby.. This is unethical but you're irresistible."
I glare at him, push his chest weakly. “You’re the worst.”
He laughs. Gently pulls out, watching me shiver, and grabs wet tissues from his drawer. He wipes me down carefully, his eyes softer now.. but teasing never leaves his tone. As he straightens his polo, buckles his belt on and runs a hand through his hair, he grabs his glasses and slips them back on. I hate to admit it, but damn.. he looks hot.
“Hope you weren’t planning on walking out there right away..” he smirks, buttoning my blouse for me. “Because you’re going to need at least ten minutes… and probably my blazer..”
“You’re awful..” I mutter again, hiding my face.
He kisses my cheek. “Then sue me, baby.” and hands me his blazer and showing his smug smirk again.
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The next morning, I tried to convince myself that it didn't happen yesterday.. that we didn't do it.. in his office. God.. I could still feel him.. our shared heated time..
But the moment Wonwoo walk into the room, my illusion shattered. I shook my head, trying to erase that thought.
He looked infuriatingly good. Crisp suit. Loose tie.. Slight smirk.. not a trace of guilt in sight.. just that knowing look that makes my pulse racing all over again.
"Good morning" i greeted first, trying to sound normal.
His eyes glinted. “Good morning, Ms. Y/n..” he replied sitting beside me. He leaned in jut slightly.. “Sleep well?”
I cough, nearly choke on my own saliva. I glared at him but his expression stayed cool. Except for the way his gaze lingered.. a little too long, a little too soft. I let out a sigh.. here we go again with his gaze..
The hearing was quick. He was brilliant.. well spoken.. sharp words, smooth logic, and that confidence that made the opposition wilt..
During the hearing.. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
When the verdict came and we won the case.. regaining control of your father's company and the stolen assets. I was so happy and I almost cry.. Wonwoo turned towards me, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips.
I extended my hands.. forcing my heartbeat to stay calm. “Great job, Mr. Jeon” I said in a formal way.. He took my hand in a firm grip, warm palm..he didn’t let go. His thumb brushed slowly against my wrist, just once, before he leaned in slightly.
“Hmm..” he murmured. “I can’t accept that.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
“The handshake..” he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “That’s not enough for what I did for you.”
Your brows furrowed and my face goes red. ugh! The audacity of this man! “Then what do you want, Mr. Jeon?”
He tilted his head, a playful glint in his eye. “A date.”
You stared at him. “Excuse me?”
He squeezed my hand gently, his lawyer mask finally dropping completely. "Go out with me. A proper one. Now that you’re no longer my client, I can finally take you on a date" silence filled the air between us.
A/N: Hope you guys like it! I actually wanted to make this longer and add more details but I’m scared my procrastination will take over and this will end up sitting in my drafts for months 😭😂 Sooo yeah.. oneshot it is! Side note: this isn’t perfect. not proofread and probably full of grammar and typo errors 😂 hearts and comments are much appreciated! 💕
WC: 980+ words
GENRE: angst, romance?, idol au, just a wholesome story i guess.. Acceptance
WARNING: unrequited love, emotional pain
SUMMARY: Y/N once worked as Seventeen’s assistant and quietly fell for Dokyeom, even tho he was already in a relationship.. Years later, she becomes an idol herself and looks back on that love.. one she never confessed but cherished deeply.
Y/n's POV
The first time I met Dokyeom.. he was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. it was at the practice room.. I was just a new assistant for seventeen then.. nervously holding a clipboard, trying not to trip on the things and wires scattered on the floor.
"ahh-careful!" Dokyeom said, catching me by the wrist before I stumbled. His hand was warm, his smile brighter than the studio lights. “You okay?”
at that very moment, my heart skipped a beat sseeing his warm smile and felt his warm hand on mine “Y-yeah…” I managed to say, my cheeks burning.
That was all it took.. A laugh, one warm smile, and one gentle hand.. that’s when my heart quietly decided.
A year passed.I got used to his jokes.. his random singing during rehearsals.. the way he danced even when no music played. I watched him tease Mingyu, make fun of Seungkwan, hug Joshua and Woozi, support Dino, and clap and laugh for Hoshi's jokes... I got used to watching him from afar.
I used to tell myself "This is just a simple crush" Like a mantra i always repeated endlessly. but this simple crush turned into affection.. and affection deepened into something undeniable..
The problem was.. He had someone now. he was in a happy, public relationship with another idol.. H/n. The nation's sweetheart. Everyone's ideal type. It took a long time for the netizens to accept their relationship. And now.. They were the golden couple..
I’d see them on screen, smiling, holding hands, and I'd smile too. Because how could I hate something that made him so happy?
There was no room for my feelings, not even a tiny crack. So, I kept it.. and I buried them. Deep.
"Y/n-ssi.. could you grab my in-ears? I think I left them in the practice room beisde Dino's bag I think.." Dokyeom’s voice, a gentle melody, pulled me from my deep thoughts. I turned around, offering him a small, practiced smile. "Of course.. I'll be right back."
One night, i found him alone in the practice room. He was humming softly, guitar resting on his lap, eyes closed, lost in the melody.
“Still practicing??” I asked
He looked up and grinned. “You know me.. I can’t rest when something feels off. Wanna hear?”
I nodded, and he started to sing. Every note filled with emotion, and when he looked at me in mid-song, my chest ached. When he finished, I clapped lightly. “You’re amazing, Dokyeom.. it's perfect!”
He laughed shyly. “Eeeyyy.. Don’t exaggerate.”
“I’m not.” My voice softened. “You always sing like your heart’s in every note. You're one of gentlest soul i've know.. I think that’s why people adores you.”
He tilted his head, smiling.. gentle and pure. “gomawoyo.. that means a lot, y/n-ssi.”
'If only you knew how much you meant to me' I wanted to shout it to him, but I couldn’t... he's commited. and i respect that..
Then everything changed.
I left Pledis to chase my dream.. Years of training later, I finally debuted.. not as an assistant, but as an idol, too.
My name was everywhere now. Articles praised my visuals, my talent, my story. But more than that.. they were curious about my heart..
So one day, during an interview in a variety show, The MC asked:
“Have you ever been in love before?”
I smiled faintly. “Yeess.. I did have someone I admired, deeply..”
“Can you tell us about it?”
I hesitated, eyes softening. “It was one of those quiet loves. The kind that makes you happy just by existing. I never confessed.. I believe true love isn't about owning someone, but about wanting their happiness, even if it's not with you.. and he was already happy with someone else back then. I respected that.”
The room went silent.
“So it was unrequited?” the other MC asked gently. Curiosity visible in their faces.
I smiled bittersweetly. “I guess so? but you know.. I think loving someone purely.. even without expecting anything back… that’s still love, right?? And I was happy just loving him from afar. Some might say it was a mistake to fall for someone who already belonged to someone else, but I don’t think so. He’s just… very lovable. He's wonderful.. Very ideal. It’s almost impossible not to fall for him.”
I exhaled softly, my voice trembling with quiet sincerity. “Falling for him was one of the best things that ever happened to me.”
It taught me what pure adoration felt like.. His happiness was the most important thing. It still is. My feelings were a gift to myself, something that kept me moving forward.. The love never began, but its melody will always be part of my song..
Months later, at a year end award show, our groups performed back-to-back.
Backstage, I saw him again.. the same smile, the same warm eyes, but somehow softer now.
“Y/n!!!” he greeted, walking over. “You were amazing out there.”
“Thanks. You too!" I replied, holding my mic tighter.
"it's been a while!" comfortable smile playing on his lips.
My heart did its familiar beating and I smile at him.. Just like the old times. "It really has, Dokyeom-sunbaenim."
"Sunbaenim? Ahh Y/n-ssi!" he playfully scolded, though his ears had turned bright red. I laughed, and he couldn’t help but laugh too.
"You're doing amazing, you know.. I see your performances. You've really… found your own light." He looked at me with an intensity that made my cheeks warm. "I always knew you had it in you."
"Thank you.." i managed, my voice a little breathy. "You too, of course. Seventeen is… Seventeen is always incredible."
He nodded, his smile softening further. "Thank you.. Keep shining, Y/n-ssi. I'll get going!"
As he walked away, I felt a strange lightness in my chest.. The pain was still there, but it came with a quiet peace. I had loved him, and I still did, in my own way. And seeing his happiness, was a love i could live with. It wasn't the fairytale ending I once hoped for, but for me, it was still a love story.. A story of quiet love, strength, and letting go.
“You taught me what love really means. And for me, that’s enough.”
BALLISTIK BOYZ reactions when you, their best friend, do the TikTok trend “two best friends in a room, they might kiss”… and actually kiss them.
A/n: So… here it is. I don’t know what’s going on, but Tumblr’s messing with me. This was supposed to be uploaded tomorrow since I wasn’t done proofreading it yet, but it suddenly posted on its own! 😫
GENRE: fluff, romantic -comedy
WARNING: kissing, slight romantic-tension, humor, bestfriends to lovers
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RYUTA HIDAKA
You: *grinning at the camera* "two Best friends in a room.. They might kiss.."
Ryuta: *leans in with mischievous smile* "yes we will.."
Both of you move closer like it's just for the trend, but at the very last second, you surprise him with a soft, quick peck on his lips
Ryuta jerks back, eyes wide "Wha—! Y/N!!!!!" he blinks many times then a slow and knowing grin spreads across his face.
Ryuta was pointing at you dramatically and smiling "YOU!!! i knew it! You're in love with me!"
Your cheeks burn as you look away, heart racing. His teasing gaze lingers, making ut impossible to deny that he's right.
YOSHIYUKI KANO
You: *grinning at the camera* "two best friends in a room.. They might kiss"
Yoshi: *grinning, leaning closer* "yes we will.."
You both play along for the trend, inching towards each other like it's just an acting.. Until you give him a quick, soft-peck on the lips
You instantly look away, your heart-pounding. While Yoshi stays frozen, his eyes wide and the silence filled the while room.. Both of your faces are heating up
Finally, he whispered "did you just.." his ears are red, tiny grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He chuckled under his breath, still flustered.. "You're really unbelievable.. But im not complaining tho.." he added while scratching the back of his neck. The camera still rolling, catching the shy smiles.
RYUSEI KAINUMA
You: *grinning at the camera* "two best friends in a room.. They might kiss"
Ryusei: *tilts his head playfully* "yes we will.."
You both lean in just like in the trend but at the very last second you give him a quick peck on the lips
He doesn't move, but his eyes locked on yours wirh a slow smile spreading on his face "the trend says 'kiss' y/n.. that's just a peck" he said in a low and teasing voice.
Your breath catches as he leans a little closer with a smirk that making your heart feel like it's full of fireworks.. "Ryusei.. The camera still on" you said in half-laughing and half panicking.
He chuckles, leaning more closer "good. Lets set a new trend then.."
You shove his shoulder playfully and both of you are laughing while the camera keeps rolling.
MIKU FUKAHORI
You: *grinning at the camera* "two best friends in a room.. They might kiss"
Miku: *he's also grinning, leaning in* "yes we will.."
You both lean in like it's just for the trend but you surprise him with a quick peck on the lips
Miku's eyes widened and he jerks back "wait—WHAT!!???" He said in a loud and shock voice abd covers his mouth. both of your face goes crimson
His shock turns into a know grin "You can't kiss me and expect me to act normal!" He leans more closer, his voice playful but lower "Better be ready, because I'm definitely not acting normal anymore"
Your heart skips as you both laugh and the camera catching every second of the teasing tension between the two of you.
RIKIYA OKUDA
You: "grinning at the camera* "Two best friends in a room.. they might kiss"
Rikiya: *smirks and leans in* " Yes we will.."
You both move closer just for the trnd, but at the very last second you give him a quick peck
Rikiya freezes, blinking and his mouth slightly open. you quickly look away, cheeks and ears burning
"Woah— hold on! What's the meaning of that?" He said and lets out a shaky laugh
You glance back, still blushing and his eyes narrow playfully "Don't look at me like that.. I might actually kiss you again"
The camera stil rolling and catching every second of silence between the two of you
RIKI MATSUI
You: *grinning at the camera* "Two best friends ina room.. they might kiss"
Riki: *smiles playfully* "Yes we will.."
You both lean in but you surprise him wirh a quick peck on he lips
He freezes for a second, Then casually shrugs like nothing happened.. tho his ears are now red "Tsk.. whatever. sometimes best friends do that.." he said trying to sound cool
He turn his back on you.. you bite back a laugh, noticing how he keeps rubbing the back of his neck.. Then you catch him whispering into his phone.. "Siri.. do best friend actually kiss?"
Your giggle gives you away and he spins around, eyes wide "You weren't supposed to hear that!" Then two of you burst into laughter.
MASAHIRO SUNADA
You: *grinning at the camera* "Two bestfriends in a room.. they might kiss"
Masa: *shows his confident smile and his deep dimple* "yes we will"
You both lean in for the trend, but you give him a quick peck on the lips at the very last second
He blinks, stunned then a slow chuckle escapes as he smiles.. showing his deep dimples that stealing your breath away "Ohh. so, That's part of the trnd now, Y/n?"
You cover your face because of embarassment, your cheeks and ears burning.
"Remove your hands Y/n.. or I might have to move your hands.." He said in a low and playful voice
You slowly remove your hands and your heart skips as you saw him leaning towards you. You squeak out a laugh which makes him laugh harder, his dimples deepening while the camera catches every flirty seconds.
A/N: Hi. So this is my first public smut story. I dont know what to say 😂 so please excuse any errors in grammar and spelling. This is a work of fiction and does not reflect reality. As such, please keep in mind that this is not an accurate portrayal of Johnny.
If you are uncomfortable with sexual themes, this story is not for you. Thank you for your understanding ❤️
WC: 3.7+k words
GENRE: smut with plot?, Angst, Mature themes and explicit contents.
WARNING: PURE FILTHY SHIT, DEGRATION (I cringed at some parts and questioned myself😭) Y/n is stupid AF 😂 Johnny is so mean, non-con in some parts, toxic relationship, manipulation (if you squint), power imbalance, swearing, use of pet names, unprotected sex, oral.
SUMMARY: Johnny and Y/n are trapped in a toxic cycle of lust. He treats her as a disposable hookup, a "good time" to satisfy his needs, leaving her emotionally devastated.. She's torn between leaving and desire to stay.. unable to break a habit that leaves her hollow but also feeling wanted.
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He saw me..
Johnny
He's always there.. In the corner booth, second floor, in low lighting, an open beer in his booth and a girl beside him. He's a resident DJ here in an exclusive club.
He was eyeing me the moment I walked in, his gaze lingering as he smirked and looked me over from head to toe. I was wearing a fitted red tube dress, paired with a sinful shade of red lipstick.. his favorite. He once told me this dress turned him on big time.
His hand is on the girl's thigh like it was on mine last night. He whispered something in the girl's ear and the girl smiled and kissed Johnny on the lips before she left.
"Y/n.. didn't know you're coming tonight" he said, simply wiping the gloss transferred from the girls lips and looking me up and down with his sinful eyes.
"Well.. You didn't call.." I said and slid into the booth beside him "so I figured i should remind you I exist."
He smirk.., not even trying to hide how his eyes skim my legs. "Baby, I never forget a good time..."
That's all I am to him... a good time. A familiar body, a known rhythm, an easy thrill. I mentally clenched my jaw and looked away.
"missed me, huh?" He lifts a hand, tracing a finger along my jaw before gripping my chin roughly.
I rolled my eyes at him and a small smile escaped my mouth. He releases my chin with a chuckle, turning back to his booth as if nothing happened. He starts mixing tracks again, his skilled hands moving over the equipment.
The bar fills with his music, and people start dancing and cheering. He occasionally glances at me with that knowing smirk.
he can easily put me under his spell without doing nothing.. Ugh! I hate him.
The moment we entered and locked his pad, he cupped my face and kissed me torridly. It's intoxicating.. addicting..
His kisses are aggressive, almost brutal.. teeth and tongue as he backs me up against the wall.. One hand on my face, cupping with aggressive force while the other hand pushes me flush against him.
"You taste fucking sweet" he whispered between our kisses and against my lips before kissing me again
"Well..You taste like shit.." I lied and answered all of his kisses with the same intensity. He tastes like a hint of alcohol, mint and cigarette in his mouth.. Its addicting..
he groans at my reply, I know the combination of my insults and kisses is driving him crazy. He lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me to his bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him and throws me down on the bed..
he climbed up to me and kissed me again.. His hands are everywhere, squeezing my mounds through my clothes, cupping my ass, tracing my curves and pulling my hair. He kisses down to my neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave his marks..
"I miss this fucking body.." his voice muffled against my skin. I laughed at the back of my head.. We just shared our bodies last night and we still misses each other's touch
"Ahhh johnny.. I miss yours too.." I said and i unbuckle his belt that makes him smirked..
He watches me unbuckle his belt, his breath coming faster. He helps me out by pulling down his jeans and boxers. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking.
"Touch it.." He commands roughly which I obeyed. His jaw clenches when I touch him and start jerking him off while watching me through his hooded eyes
When i stroked him just right he cursed under his breath "Oh God.." he muttered and grabbed my wrist stopping me from my movement.. "fucking stop" he growls
"Why...?" I purred with a soft yet sultry voice, tilting my head as my wide, innocent eyes searched his face.. full of playful confusion. Then slowly, deliberately, my lips curled into a teasing smirk. "Can't handle me, baby?" I whispered, voice laced with temptation..
Johnny smirked at my teasing words.. pushing me down on his bed and climbing over me.. "You know me.. I can handle anything" He breathed as his eyes met mine and spread my legs apart with his knees "But right now... I want to ruin you" he presses himself against mine
"Oh baby..we'll get there.." I said in a teasing voice as my fingers trails his abs down to his hips "But let's just have some fun first" I whispered and I leaned in close, my lips just inches from his ear as I whispered, voice sultry, teasing him and dripping with mischief
His breath catches, but he catches my one hand on his abs and pin it above my head. "Don't you fucking tempt me woman. Not like that..." He catches my other wrist, trapping both above my head.. "You want to drive me crazy? Already fucking there..."
"You?" I whispered tilting my head with a knowing smile "Me driving you crazy?" my lips barely graze his skin and emphasize the word you.. “I thought there were no emotions involved Mr. Suh…” I whispered, letting the heat of my breath linger.
Johnny's jaw clenched slightly, and I noticed it.. the way his eyes darkened, gaze dropping to my lips like a storm was brewing behind them.
He leaned in, voice low and rough, “yeah..” His hand found your waist, gripping it possessively.
“No emotions?” he echoed your words with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ve been under my skin since day one, baby.. And you know it.”
He kisses me hard, biting my lips as he grinds against me..
I moaned, but the sound that escaped me wasn’t just from pleasure.. it was laced with pain. His words echoed in my head like a cruel reminder of the truth I kept running from.
He wasn’t wrong.
It was me from the start. I was the one who crossed the line. I was the one who let my heart get involved in what was never meant to mean anything.
Because for Johnny… this was all just a plain sex. A game. A passing thrill. A good time. Im just his fucking buddy.
I was never the exception. Just another temporary fix to satisfy whatever urge he had until he got bored.
And God, I knew that. I knew it the moment I let him touch me like I mattered. The moment I looked into his eyes and saw nothing reflecting back… nothing that matched the mess of feelings overflowing inside me.
But I stayed. I stayed because for a moment, I could pretend I was enough. That maybe, if I stayed long enough, he would feel it too. That maybe, if I let him use me, he’d start to see me. Maybe, I can fix him.
But all I am to him… is a toy. Disposable. Replaceable. A good time..
And once he’s done.. He’s done.
So why does it hurt like this? Why does it feel like something inside me is breaking??
"I know Johnny.. I know where i stand." I said and kissed him back with the same intensity.
He kisses me with brutal force, all pretense of gentleness gone. He hooks his arms under my thighs and lifts me up, He removes my panty and positions himself at my entrance. I'm still wearing the tube dress "My slut, right?" He growled.. and I nodded and thrust into me without warning. "Then take this dick."
"Oh my god Johnny.." I gasped with his sudden entrance and his quick pace and he pulled down the tube so my mounds are free to sight. my tube dress is curled on my stomach..
He watches my breasts bounce with each thrust, his eyes darkening with lust. He leans down and bites one nipple hard enough to make me gasp once more.
"Fucking love these tits.." He grunts, switching to the other one and giving it the same treatment. I cried and moaned his name. I reached for his head and pulled and pushed his hair
"Johnny.. feels so good" i moaned his name and bit my lips
"shut up!" He slammed into me harder, like he wanted me to feel every thick and inch of his manhood. His hand moves to my throat, not squeezing but applying enough pressure to remind me who is in control.. "just take my fucking cock.."
I bit my lower lip, stifling a moan as my body jolted with every deep, relentless thrust he gave.. each one sending shockwaves through me, stealing my breath and blurring everything but him..
His grip on my throat tightens slightly with each thrust, cutting off my air briefly before releasing it again.
"Johnny.. Please.. more.." I cried.. My mouth gaped when he pounded harder. I'm nothing but a hole for him to use right now..
"Fucking whore..." He leans down and kisses me roughly, his tongue pushing into my mouth.. his other hand squeezing my mounds harshly.. He starts to pound into me even harder, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust
"Want this dick deeper?" He growls against my mouth. "Take it then whore."
I was lost at words because of too much ecstasy, I just nodded at him and he never wasted any seconds and kissed me harder. He pulled out his member almost completely and before slamming back into my hole that makes me cry out, hitting that spot inside of me that makes my eye roll back.
"you want my cum, baby?" he breathed in my ears "you want me to fill up your tight pussy?" He thrust slowly this time like he was teasing me. I nodded in needy and desperation while moaning. A wicked grin plaster on his face like he was enjoying seeing me in desperation
"Then fucking beg for it.." His voice drops lower "Beg like a good whore I know you are.." i met his gaze and it was dark and dangerous
"I want your cum Johnny..." my voice is breathless and desperate. "Please fucking ruin me Johnny...Fill me up... I want it..." I whimpered "Please..." I beg, my nails digging into his arms..
A wicked grin spreads across his face as he watches me beg. He loves seeing me like this.. desperate, needy, completely ruined by him.
"Fuck..." He growls, snapping his hips forward brutally. "You really are a fucking slut for my cum aren't ya?"
“I want to taste it, Johnny… in my mouth..” I whispered, eyes locked with his. He smirked.. clearly loving how utterly filthy I’d become just for him..
"Jesus.." he muttered and grins. He loves me being the shameless and dirtiest girl under him. He pulls out suddenly and wrapping his hands around his length as he stands up. he strokes himself slowly, watching me kneeling down in front of him..
"Open up baby.." He commands, pointing his members in my mouth "You want me to cum all over your pretty mouth?" I nodded and he was looking at me darkly.. "Say please.. Beg baby.. Beg"
"please.. Johnny" I begged and opened my mouth for him
he groans loudly and pushing his thick member on mine "fuck yeah.." He started jerking himself faster on my mouth, his length hitting the back of my throat
"You look so good baby with my cock in your mouth" he said and tugs my hair "choke on it.." He grunts. Loving how completely fucked up my makeup is right now.. he watches how his dick disappear between my lips. Tears slipped from my eyes as I gagged on his length. I couldn’t push him away.. his hands were tangled in my hair, gripping tight as he guided my head toward his..
"are you my little whore, right?" he asked while fucking my mouth. I nodded at seeing me agreeing like that snap something in him. He grabs both side of my head and fucking my mouth harshly..
He keeps thrusting as he cums, completely not giving a fuck about my choking and gagging. He grunts, his hot seed shooting directly down to my throat, making my eyes water even more.
He watches as some of his cum drips out of my mouth, his face twisted in pure pleasure and dominance.. "Nuh uh.. none of that.." He reaches down and pushes his dripping cum back to my mouth with his fingers
I gently push him because I can't take him anymore. He stumbles back slightly from the push, his cock slipping out of my mouth with a wet pop. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he looks down at you sitting there ruined.. makeup smeared, lips swollen and shiny with his cum.
"Fuck..." He mutters. He flips me onto my stomach without hesitation, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling them up so that I'm arched perfectly. "I'm not done with you..." He growls, lining himself up behind me. "I need this pussy again...i need to ruin this"
He slams into me without any mercy, his thick cock stretching me wide open as he pounds into my intimate over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he fucks ruthlessly. "FUCK, THIS PUSSY IS SO GOOD..."
He wraps his strong arm around my neck, pulling me onto his chest as he continues to pound into me.. His other hand reaches up to roughly grab and squeeze my breast painfully hard, making me cry out in both pleasure and pain.
"John.. ny.."
"Shut up and take it..."
"Johnny.. Slow.. Down—ahhhh" i said and he ignores my pleas for mercy and keeps fucking me hard and fast like an animal. "My little whore.." he whispered against my ears "Take my cock like a good girl" He even squeezes my breast even harder.
I moaned even harder. a moan filled with pain, needs and pleasure..
He smirks darkly at my needy moans, knowing he's got me completely at his mercy.. "That's it... Cry for my dick, you little slut.." He bites down hard on my neck as he continues to fuck me savagely, leaving a clear mark behind.
"I'm near johnny.." I could feel the building tension on my stomach..He grunts in satisfaction, hi hips moving faster and harder "Come and cum baby.. Always remember this.. only me making you feel good.. only me." He reaches down to my clit, pushing me closer to my edge.
i moaned his name as I cum around his cock.. But he doesn't stop. instead he keeps thrusting through my orgasm drawing me out my pleasure until it borders on pain.
"Johnny.. s-stop—" I cried but he ignored my weak pleas and laughed darkly.. His grips in my hips tighthen as he continues to pound on me as his face is buried on my neck.. He's determined to make me cum again and again until I am completely ruined
finally, after some time of brutal fucking, we both cum, i can't even count how many times... He just let out a soft roar and buries himself deep inside of me one last time, filling me up with his hot cum.
"good girl.." he breathed out and still buried inside of me. he stays on top of me for a few moments, catching his breaths and enjoying the feeling of being inside of me. he slowly pulls out, watching as his cum leaks out. A wicked smirked plaster on his face and lay down beside me, completely naked and satisfied
His breathing becomes deep and even as he falls asleep quickly. I am left wide awake in the room, feeling used and discarded.. I look down at my naked body, seeing the marks he left behind..
As the night goes on, I lay there in silence, His cum still on me.. his scent lingering on my skin like a ghost of something that never truly belonged to me. The rise and fall of his chest, the soft rhythm of his snoring, reminds me that he’s there... so close, yet so far.
my heart aches, stretched thin between love and quiet devastation.. I want him to turn around, to hold me like he means it, to press a kiss to my shoulder like he cares.. cuddles me like there's no tomorrow.. But he never does. He never has. Maybe he never will.
This isn't the setup I dreamed of... Not the love I imagined. Johnny is no good for me.. he never was. But I’m under his spell, helpless against the way he looks at me, the way he touches me like I’m his favorite sin. I know it’s all wrong… but I still stay.
i cried even more..silently.. not because he hurt me, but because I let him.
This has become a habit.. A habit I can't unlearn.
Him. His booth.. His voice, low and rough against my neck.. His hands on my hips. My body beneath his, arching, gasping, screaming his name into his sheets...
And then silence.
After our war.. our tangled mess of lust and need..I lie beside him. My limbs are heavy.. my heart is heavier.
He’s panting, one arm thrown over his face, the other still warm from where it gripped me like possession.
"Do I mean anything to you?" The words escape me.. soft, shaking, and raw.
He doesn’t answer right away. Just stares at the ceiling, his expression unreadable, eyes dark with something I can’t name.
"Why complicate things? You’re not here for meaning, you’re here for purpose.” he just simply said
It pierces deeper than I expected. And it shouldn’t hurt. But it does. God, it does.
I nod slowly, biting the inside of my cheek as my vision blurs. I look away, my voice cracking. “Then I hope one day, someone uses you like you used me..”
He chuckles a low, careless sound.. He leans in, brushing his lips against mine. Barely a kiss. More like a ghost of affection. “You wouldn’t survive if we stopped, baby..” he murmured.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I’ve already died a hundred silent deaths in his arms.
Then he stopped calling..I dragged myself to the club.. He didn't even glance my way.. I tried to approach him but I watched him fold another girl into his arms, Kissing her before I’d taken three steps. Her lipstick smeared on his grin like a victory flag.
I went home that night, crying. But humiliation only made me stubborn.. I kept calling, texting, kept showing up but he's not welcoming. he's cold towards me like we didn't share our body heat before.
And in his absence, I began to rot.
I heard rumors. Of course I did. He's the most popular DJ in town..
He was seen in a different club with someone new.. model type, legs for days, laugh like sunshine. The kind of woman who looks like she’s never cried herself to sleep over a man. The kind of woman who wasn’t me.
My friend sent a photo from her Instagram. They were together at some rooftop event, her leaning against his chest, his arm slung lazily over her waist.
He was smiling. Smiling like I never made him.
I threw my phone across the room as tears fell down on my cheeks.
call me masochist but I went to his gigs again and saw them..
I should’ve left. But I didn’t. I ordered another drink. Laughed louder than necessary. Pretending I was fine.
I felt his gaze the entire time.
He approached me when I was alone outside. His silhouette, tall and terrible, leaned against the brick wall next to me..
“You look good..” he said, flicking his lighter. “Lonely, but good.” then he chuckles like he was making fun of my situation
I scoffed. “Is she your new toy?”
He exhaled smoke. “Does it matter?”
Silence.
“Does it bother you?” he added, tilting his head..
I didn’t answer.
He stepped closer, slow, careful... his scent of his musk cologne and nicotine sinking into my lungs.. His presence still overwhelmed me like a sickness I missed. His hand found my hip with a familiar memory.
"I missed you.. in my place?" he breathed against my ear, fingers tightening as if he could snap me back into place.
"Stop it Johnny.." I said as I pushed him on his chest, palms stinging. "Stop playing with my feelings." i cried and left him there.. and for the first time, the beat inside the club felt quieter than the storm in my chest.
I try to ignore him.. Really, I do. I block his number. Change mine. Stop going to the club where he works. I try to remove him in my life with silence, distance, and logic. Maybe i should move on and i believe that didn't deserve this. I deserve better than this.
But one night, there's a knock on my door.
And there he is. Rain-soaked.. his eyes furious. his hair plastered to his forehead.. Smiling..like he already won.
“ignoring me? I didn’t tell you to leave..” he says, voice low, dangerously calm.
“You never told me to stay either..” I spit back, every part of me trembling.
His gaze hardens. “You don’t get to leave me. You’re the one who always comes back.”
A long, deafening pause. Then I whisper, barely holding myself together, “Why? Then Why are you here?”
He steps forward, closes the space, and says with certainty.. “Because you love being ruined. And I’m the only one who does it right. I'm the only one who makes you feel good..”
And the worst part? He’s right.
I do love it. The heat. The sin. The chase.. It's addicting.. he sets my veins on fire and makes me feel wanted.. even if it’s a lie. Even if it leaves me emptier every time..
That night, I give in again. I let him in.. my bed, my body, in my life.
Later, I curl beside him, small and silent, listening to the sound of his steady breathing.
I know he doesn’t love me. He never will. I’m just his good time..
But I keep coming back. Because love isn’t always kind.
Sometimes it’s cruel..
And Johnny? Johnny is the kind of love that leaves you hollow, aching, and still so hungry.
I want this to end. God, I do.
But how do you kill a craving that lives inside your skin?
My mind says leave. But my body? says otherwise
--------------------- THE END? ---------------------
A/N: Hi! Eribin here ❤️ How have you been? I finally wrote a POV where you're dating Yusei (Screaming internally!!!) I wanted to share this one with you guys. Hope you enjoy! (If you have any additional or question about this, you can message me ❤️)
DISCLAIMER: I don’t know him personally. This is all just based on what I’ve seen, watched and just my own little delusions. Please don’t take it seriously.. just take it as fun fan content!
