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Fuck me right, or don't fuck me at all

{Series} Chapter 06 Pairing: Kwon Jiyong X reader

‼️Trigger/Content warning: This chapter contains depictions of sexual violence

Fuck me right, or don't fuck me at all-Master list

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The tears you had been fighting so hard to hold back finally broke through, trickling down your cheeks. You stood there for a moment as pure, white-hot anger boiled inside you, you were furious with him for making you feel like what you had was special..like it was something real. But mostly, you were mad at yourself—mad that you had allowed yourself to fall completely in love with a man like him.

You sniffled, wiping the wetness from your face with the back of your hand before forcing yourself to look at him.

The next question was simple. It rolled off your tongue with a raw quietness before you even had a chance to register you were speaking. You looked him dead in the eyes and asked, "Why?"

Jiyong stepped forward, instinctively wanting to reach his hand out to comfort you, but he stopped himself just inches away. His hand dropped heavily back to his side.

"This was before everything," he said, "Before this became... what it is now. I—" He let out another sigh, "It meant absolutely nothing, Y/n."

You looked at him, your brows furrowed tightly as your mind raced backward, trying to piece together his timeline. "Wh—when was she over there?" you sniffled

Jiyong hesitated, his eyes darting away for a fraction of a second. He clearly dreading telling you the exact truth, but he knew he couldn't lie.

"The first night you stayed over," he confessed quietly, ''She... she was there earlier that day."

The words hit you like a physical slap, and suddenly, everything clicked into place. The condom box you had noticed that looked like it had been recently opened. His sudden, bizarre panic when you had asked a simple question about where a spare toothbrush was, because his guilty mind had assumed you were trying to leave your things behind. It all made perfect, sickening sense now.

Realizing this, you recoiled from him, stepping back. ''She was there the exact same day I was there?" you breathed, the disgust evident in your voice.

Jiyong didn't deny it. He just let out a defeated sigh in response.

He pulled out a chair for you to sit. Your body, still instinctively responding to his presence despite the hurt, sank into the seat. He moved to pour another glass of water, setting it gently in front of you before pulling out the chair directly across from yours and sitting down.

"Y/n," he pleaded, leaning forward and trying to catch your gaze. "You have to understand, this was before all of this-It was before any of it meant something to me." He swallowed hard as if this was hard for him to admit, ''You mean something to me."

You looked up at him, your vision completely blurry as the tears pooled in your eyes once more. Jiyong blinked, a visible flash of pain crossing his face at the sight of your crying.

"And what if I was already falling for you even then?" you whispered.

Jiyong froze, your confession hanging heavily in the quiet kitchen. The realization that you had already given him your heart while he was still playing careless games completely shattered him.

Jiyong tried once more to reach across the table for your hand, his fingers stretching out in a silent plea for connection. But you pulled your hand back away from him, tucking it close to your body.

You let out a sniffle, your voice barely a thread as you whispered, "Please leave."

This time, Jiyong didn't fight you on it. He didn't try to excuse his actions, and he didn't offer any more hollow explanations. Looking at your slumped shoulders he could finally see that you were completely hurting and desperately needed space.

He slowly stood up from the chair. Before walking away, he leaned over the table, pressing a soft lingering kiss against your temple. You didn't look up as his quiet footsteps descended down the hallway. A moment later, the distinct, heavy click of your front door shutting echoed through the quiet apartment.

That was the exact moment you let the tears spill over. Gently and silently, the heavy dampness rolled down your cheeks as you finally let yourself feel the full weight of the hurt. You sat alone in the quiet kitchen with your hands wrapped around the cold glass of water, letting the heartbreak wash over you in peace.

What you had told Jiyong earlier turned out to be completely true. You spent most of the day curled up in bed, desperately trying to sleep away the heartbreak and the raging headache. Bear stayed right beside you the entire time, her warm fluffy body serving as the perfect comforting pillow.

Unfortunately, neither the physical ache behind your eyes nor the deep sadness in your chest would falter. You tried your absolute best to suppress it as the hours ticked by. You took a long hot shower and you even forced yourself to go for a walk outside despite the bitter, freezing cold. Nothing worked. Nothing made you feel any better.

By the time the evening shadows stretched across your living room, you found yourself sitting on the couch with a second glass of fresh wine in your hand. Unable to carry the heavy weight of this by yourself for another second, you unlocked your phone, pulled up your contacts, and called Nabi.

All that needed to be heard was the ragged, cracking sound of your voice over the receiver for Nabi to drop everything. It didn’t take long at all before she was rushing through your front door.

Now, Na-bi couldn't even bring herself to sit down. She paced back and forth across your living room rug, her hands gesturing wildly in the air, completely unable to contain her disbelief while you sat on the floor with a box of tissues resting at your side.

"What the fuck?" she burst out, her voice echoing off the walls. "I mean, what the fuck! How does he fuck some random girl and then bring another girl over the same day? I mean, what the actual fuck!"

"That is a whole new level of sick," Na-bi continued, shaking her head as her boots clicking sharply against the floor. "He was playing completely reckless with your feelings. To have her there earlier in the day and then look you in the eyes and bring you into that exact same space that night? That's gross''

She marched over to where you sat, pulling a tissue from the box and handing it to you before crouching down to bring herself to your level. "And he had the nerve to act all high and mighty at the office? To bury you in work because you wouldn't sleep with him? I cannot believe him."

You took another slow sip of wine, reaching over blindly to the bottle on the floor to fill your cup right back up to the brim. Sensing how much you needed her, Nabi stopped her angry pacing & sank down onto the floor right next to you, pulling you close so you could lean your head onto her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I really, really am," she said as she began rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.

"I'm just mad at myself for falling for him," you whispered, staring at your glass "But at the same time... he crossed that boundary! He was the one who made the move on me first."

Na-bi squeezed your shoulder tightly, her hand never stopping its soothing motion on your back. "Hey, look at me," she said gently, "Do not be mad at yourself. Not for one single second. You didn't do anything wrong here, Y/n."

She took a deep breath, her eyes full of empathy. "You fell for someone who was showing you a side of himself that felt real, safe, and attentive. He pursued you. He made you feel special because he wanted you around. It is completely natural that you opened your heart to that. You are a human being with real, beautiful feelings, and you shouldn't punish yourself for having a capacity to love."

Na-bi stopped and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, her expression softening even more. "The blame here lands entirely on him. He's the one who chose to be careless. So don't you dare turn his mess into a reason to be angry at yourself, okay? You have every right to be furious at him.'''

You sniffled, leaning back against her shoulder with a smile on your face," I love you so much," you murmured, "I really don't know what I would do without you."

Na-bi squeezed your arm affectionately, resting her cheek against the top of your head. "I love you too, babe. Always. You’re never going to have to figure this out alone."

You stared down at the dark red liquid swirling in your glass, the reality of the upcoming week crashing down on you. "What am I supposed to do?" you whispered into the quiet room, "He's my boss."

Na-bi stopped rubbing your back for a moment, thinking for a moment as she took in the hard reality of your question. Working with an ex was difficult enough, but when that ex held total power over your projects, your hours, and your career path, it was a completely different nightmare. Especially after the way he had flooded your inbox with petty error reports just for denying him the night before.

"I know," Na-bi said softly, "It’s messy, and it’s completely unfair to you. But here is what we are going to do. From now on, you are the most professional, untouchable employee''

She pulled back slightly so she could look you in the eyes, "No more lingering looks in his office. No more nicknames like 'Oppa'. If he sends a mountain of work, you crush it, you log your hours, and you send it back with. You don't give him a single reaction to feed his ego, and you definitely don't let him see you cry."

Na-bi reached over and tapped the edge of your wine glass with her own. "You are going to draw a massive, iron-clad boundary between your job and your heart. If he tries to cross it, we'll talk more. But for now, you go in there & you do your job flawlessly. Can you do that?"

You wiped the wetness from your nose, nodding your head as Nabi's encouragement started to sink in. "I—I can," you said, finding a small spark of determination through the exhaustion.

Na-bi wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug "There you go, babe. That’s my girl."

You pulled back slightly, swirling the wine left in your glass. "There's a guy," you sniffled, clearing your throat. "His name is Yunho."

Na-bi’s eyes lit up instantly, "Oh, right! The one you texted me about? The date?"

You nodded, a tiny, complicated smile touching your lips. "He drives Jiyong absolutely crazy &...we're supposed to meet again."

Na-bi didn't hesitate for a single second. "Well, there you go! Drive him crazy, up the wall! Go on the date!"

You let out a soft sigh, the heavy weight of your conscience holding you back. "Well... I think Yunho actually really likes me. I don't want to hurt him."

Na-bi softened, reaching over to squeeze your hand reassuringly. "Babe, worry about one thing at a time. Hey, maybe over time you'll actually grow to like him back? Shit, what's my motto? The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else!"

You burst out laughing, the sudden humor catching you off guard as you playfully slapped her arm. "Na-bi, stop!"

"I'm serious, babe!" Na-bi laughed with you, nudging your shoulder with hers. "Really, just give him a shot. Keep it casual, have some fun, and let someone treat you nicely for a change. You deserve that."

You thought about it, you really thought about all the way into the next day. Every single time a wave of guilt washed over you about leading Yunho on, you forced yourself to remember what Jiyong had done. The more those bitter details burned in your mind, the less guilty you felt about playing along with Yunho for a bit. If Jiyong wanted to play reckless games with your feelings, you were entirely allowed to find comfort, distraction, and a little bit of petty leverage somewhere else.

By Nightfall, you were no longer a weeping mess. You had cleaned the apartment, spent some quiet time with Bear, and completely wrote some entries into your journal that you've sworn to yourself many times you would begin writing in again.

Na-bi insisted on staying the night, her steady presence a comfort as the moon shone brightly across the sky. While she slept soundly in the other room, you sat with your legs crossed on your bed, staring at the bright glow of your laptop screen. A formally drafted resignation letter stared right back at you.

You didn't tell Na-bi about it. You knew she would be completely against the idea, telling you not to let a man dictate your career or push you out of a job you worked hard for. But the more you pictured stepping back onto that office floor, sitting at your desk, and working right beside him, the more it made you physically nauseous.

Before you even began the letter, you pulled out your journal and began writing to clear your thoughts which is exactly how you came to this conclusion in the first place. Putting the words down on paper helped clarify the painful reality of the situation, not only was he intimate with other girls while sleeping with you, but you were the one who had foolishly fallen first.

You let out a sigh and took another sip of your wine. Looking at the situation objectively, you had to admit a hard truth—the two of you had never actually established a name or a label for what was happening. You weren't technically official. And he had said it himself during his desperate explanation: it was before this became real.

The more you analyzed his words, the more you realized that phrase was the closest thing to a real confession of feelings he had ever given you. He was admitting that what you shared had evolved into something real for him, too. Still, the stomach-turning thought that he had been intimate with another woman the exact same day he brought you into his bed made you physically recoil.

Unable to come to a conclusion, you shut your laptop with a loud snap and sat back into bed, staring blankly into your empty wine glass. What am I going to do? you whispered to yourself, the quiet words disappearing into the dark room. You finished off the last drop of wine, set the glass down on your bedside table, and crawled deep under your duvet, letting exhaustion finally put your mind to rest.

By next morning, your day in the office went surprisingly smoothly.

Jiyong was entirely absent from the building, having left early for a string of meetings out of the city. Without his presence lurking you were able to work in peace, breeze through your assignments and respond to emails without the constant reminder.

The only reminders you had of him all day were the unread text messages sitting on your phone. You hadn't opened them. You didn't want to talk to him yet; despite the twisted sort of closure you had reached last night, you were still deeply upset with him.

With your phone faced down on your desk to keep his name out of sight, you printed off a fresh stack of papers, stapling them together to organize the neat pile. You were just lining up the edges when Yunho peeked over the partition, a soft, tentative smile on his lips.

You looked up and offered a polite nod. "Hey, Yunho."

"Hey," he said softly, leaning against the edge of the cubicle wall. "Just stopping by to say hi."

You smiled up at him before continuing to staple the papers, your mind automatically shifting into your usual polite-but-distant office routine. Naturally, you were just about to tell him that you were busy and would catch up with him later.

But right as the words formed in your throat, Nabi’s voice echoed in the back of your head. Drive him crazy, up the wall! Go on the date. Give him a shot.

You stopped mid-movement, setting the stapler down. Forcing yourself out of your shell, you looked back up at Yunho, making your smile a little brighter and your posture a lot more welcoming.

"How are you, Yunho?" you asked genuinely.

Yunho's face lit up instantly. A bright, genuine smile took over his features, and a light pink blush dusted his cheeks. Seeing his reaction, your heart sank just a little bit. It was so completely obvious that he had a massive crush on you, and a tiny pang of guilt hit your stomach because you knew your heart was still tangled up in a completely different mess.

But Yunho didn't push or make things awkward. Instead, he just seemed thrilled that you were taking the time to chat with him. He shifted his weight, trying to find a casual posture against your cubicle wall.

"I'm good! Really good, actually," he said, his tone lifting. "Oh, by the way, did you see the email from HR this morning about the office coffee machines? They’re finally replacing the old espresso maker on the third floor. I think someone finally complained about how loud the milk steamer was''

You couldn't help but laugh lightly at how ordinary and safe the conversation was. "Oh, thank god. It sounded like a kettle about to explode every morning."

"Right?" Yunho grinned, clearly happy he made you laugh. "My parents' restaurant has a commercial one, so I told the floor manager I could look at it, but they told me it's an insurance liability if I touch the wiring. Corporate rules, I guess."

You just gave a polite laugh in return.

As excited as he was to talk to you, the small talk died down really quickly. Within a couple of minutes, the conversation completely fizzled out, leaving an awkward silence between you. It was the complete opposite of your dinner together at the restaurant, where the dialogue had flowed flawlessly without a single fracture.

Yunho looked down nervously, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before clearing his throat. "So, anyways ...there’s a party... tonight. Um, I—well, I was wondering if you want to come with me?"

Your automatic internal response was an immediate no. It was way too soon after everything that happened with Jiyong, and a loud party was the absolute last thing you wanted right now. But once again, Na-bi’s voice echoed sharply back in your mind. Drive him crazy

You let out a quiet sigh, forcing a soft expression onto your face. "Sure, Yunho. That... that sounds fun."

Yunho smiled brightly, looking honestly like he hadn't actually expected you to say yes. "Great! I'll text you the details later tonight, and I'll see you then."

"See you then," you replied, watching him walk away before you finally sat back down at your desk.

The very minute his back disappeared around the corner, you ran a frustrated hand through your hair, the guilt hitting you full force. You couldn't keep pulling him along like this. It wasn't fair to him, especially since he was a genuinely sweet guy who deserved someone whose heart wasn't completely broken. You made a firm mental note to yourself: you would go to the party, keep it completely casual, and then right after it was over, you would honestly tell him that you'd rather just stay friends.

The heavy silence of Jiyong’s dark office lingered through the final hours of the day, a quiet barrier that allowed you to pack up your desk and slide out the lobby doors without a single confrontation. When tomorrow arrived, the routine of emails and data sheets moved at a steady, uninterrupted pace, the lack of any emails particularly today from the top floor giving you a rare, much-needed chance to simply catch up. Especially since Jiyong was still out of town. By the time the clock finally chimed the end of the shift, the winter sun had already dipped below the Seoul skyline, leaving a soft dusk to settle over the city streets.

The transition from work to the warmth of your apartment felt like a physical relief. Although, within an hour of getting home, the quiet atmosphere was completely replaced by Nabi’s bright unfiltered energy. Your bedroom quickly turned into a chaotic sea of style, with silks, velvets, and tailored fabrics draped across the edge of the mattress and spilling over the back of your vanity chair.

"Too formal," she mumbled to herself, tossing a dark wrap dress onto the bed before pulling a sleek, emerald-green silk slip dress from the very back of the rack. She turned around, holding it up against her own frame with a triumphant grin. "Now this... this is a statement.''

You couldn't help but laugh out loud. Standing up from the bed, you walked over to join her by the closet, letting your fingers glide over the smooth cool fabric. You took the emerald dress from Nabi's hands, holding the slippery fabric up against your own frame. Nabi stepped up right behind you, her hands gently lifting the weight of your hair so it draped softly off your shoulders, clearing your neck line.

"See? Come on, you look absolutely gorgeous, babe," she cheered, admiring your frame in the glass.

Staring at your reflection for a long moment, you shift your weight as the silk shimmered under the bedroom lights. You were completely unsure if this was a you type of dress. It was technically Nabi’s dress, a bold piece she had lent you a while ago, but you had never ended up wearing it out for this exact same reason. "I don't know, Nabi.''

Na-bi rolled her eyes, letting go of your hair so it fell back over your shoulders. "Oh, please. It's a classic. It shows off your collarbones perfectly."

"It’s technically your dress" you pointed out, turning sideways to look at the profile. "You lent it to me months ago, and I never ended up wearing it out for this exact same reason. It's just... a lot."

Na-bi caught your hesitant expression in the mirror and crossed her arms. "Is it the color? Because emerald green is literally your shade, Y/n. It makes your skin look amazing."

You turned around to face her, letting the hanger drop slightly. "It's not just the color. I really don't want to come off too... presumptuous.''

"Who cares what people think?" Nabi groaned, though her expression softened with understanding. "You’re supposed to be driving Jiyong crazy through the corporate grapevine, remember? Word travels fast. Someone will definitely text him. Especially since plenty of people from the office are going to that party.''

"Yeah, but I have to actually survive the night in it first," you sighed, looking down at the silk. "And I don't want Yunho to get the wrong idea either. I told you, I want to keep it casual before I let him down easy. This dress does not say 'let's just be friends.'"

Na-bi let out a dramatic sigh, playfully grabbing the hanger from your hands. "Fine, fine. Point taken. No weaponized silk tonight." She turned back to your closet, her fingers sliding across the hangers once more with a focused hum. After a few seconds of rummaging, she pulled out a matching cream tank top and a structured, high-waisted skirt. A brilliant smile broke out on her face as she held the coordinate set up against your frame. "How about this?"

This time, a genuine smile reached your eyes. The soft cream tone was cute, understated, and comfortable, yet the sharp tailoring of the skirt still made it undeniably sexy. It struck the perfect balance. "It's perfect," you breathed, feeling an instant wave of relief wash over your shoulders. "It's actually me."

"It's adorable," Na-bi agreed, tossing it into your hands. "Now go put it on so we can fix your face."

After you changed, you sat at your vanity while Nabi hovered over you, helping you brush a little bit of fresh makeup onto your skin—just enough to enhance your features and hide any lingering exhaustion from the week's tears. When the final layer of lip gloss was applied, Nabi stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She placed both hands on your shoulders, catching your gaze in the mirror.

"You got this, girl," she said, "Go out there, have fun, and forget about Jiyong for a few hours."

You gave her a grateful smile, the lingering anxiety in your chest finally settling.

The bubbly energy of the bedroom slowly wound down into a peaceful stillness after she said her goodbyes, leaving you to finish up alone. Left in the quiet sanctuary of your apartment, you reached for your small purse, sliding your phone into the side pocket while ensuring your canister of pepper spray was nestled securely at the very bottom. Before stepping out for the night, you unwrapped a piece of mint chewing gum & into your mouth, letting the refreshing flavor cut through the dryness of your throat. You took one last look at your reflection, grabbed your keys, and shut the front door behind you.

The taxi ride was quiet which is exactly what you needed before the party. Now, stepping out onto the pavement outside the venue, the cool night air brushed against your face as the sharp click of your heels echoed against the concrete. Even before you opened the club doors, the loud music was already vibrating intensely through the floor, sending a rhythmic pulse straight through the soles of your shoes.

The moment you stepped inside, you were instantly met with a wall of people. The club was packed, and vibrant streaks of colored light flashed across the ceiling illuminating the sea of moving bodies. Pausing for a brief second to compose yourself, you pulled down the edge of your cream skirt before stepping fully into the crowded room.

Navigating your way through the first thick wave of people, you pulled your phone out of your purse. The screen lit up with several unread text messages from Jiyong, but you bypassed them completely & hit the call button for Yunho.

He answered almost immediately, his voice shouting to be heard over the roaring bass. "Y/n! Hey, did you get here?"

"Yes, I did!" you yelled back, pressing a hand over your free ear to block out the noise. "I'm walking past..." You paused, looking around the flashing room for a recognizable landmark. "I'm walking past the bar!"

"Okay, yeah! Keep going that way!" Yunho yelled back through the receiver. "I'm in the back!"

Following his instructions, you kept weaving your way through the crowd, heading deeper into the venue until the space opened up slightly and finally spotted him sitting at a spacious booth. Yunho’s eyes caught yours, and he immediately yelled, "You see me?" while waving his hand high in the air to catch your attention.

You smiled, hanging up the call, and began walking toward his table.

Meanwhile, a whole other world away, the atmosphere was completely different.

Jiyong was in the backseat of his sleek black car on his way back from Busan. The quiet hum of the engine did nothing to calm him, his knee shook nervously up and down as he checked his phone for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. He was desperately expecting you to message him back, but when the screen lit up and he saw that you still hadn't replied, a wave of dark frustration washed over him.

He threw his phone onto the leather seat beside him and let out a low, bitter growl. Leaning his hand against his mouth, he stared blankly out the window at the passing highway lights.

The words you had whispered kept replaying in his mind like a broken record: What if I was already falling for you even then?

He felt so completely stupid. He had possessed something rare, something that was turning into something beautiful, and he had ruined it. Jiyong ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair, shifting his gaze toward the GPS screen on the driver's dashboard. The glowing map showed he was only five minutes away from entering the Seoul city limits. The absolute minute he got back to the city, he was going to find you.

Back inside the roaring pulse of the club, the distance between his panic and your reality felt like miles.

You slid into the booth across from Yunho, the chaotic noise of the crowded dance floor fading into a comfortable background hum as the two of you settled in. A couple of drinks had already been ordered, and you took a steady sip from your glass. You weren't drunk yet—not even close—but the light hum of the alcohol was just enough to take the sharp edge off your day.

Yunho leaned forward over the table, his bright eyes fixed entirely on you as he kept the conversation going. The awkwardness from the cubicle earlier was completely gone, replaced by the easy, natural flow you had shared during your first dinner. You swirled the ice in your glass, listening to him laugh at a joke, trying your absolute best to just stay present and enjoy the simple comfort of talking to someone who treated you with care.

Yunho leaned in a little closer across the table, his bright eyes softening with a look of genuine concern. He swirled his own drink before looking up at you, his tone turning sincere as he asked how your work week had really been going.

"You've seemed a little extra quiet around the department lately," he said gently, trying to read your expression beneath the flashing club lights. "And with the director out of the city all day, just wanted to make sure you weren't buried under too much stress."

You sighed. "It’s just been busy," you lied softly, taking a quick sip of your drink. "A lot of projects stacking up before the end of the month."

Yunho nodded understandingly, completely buying the excuse. "Well, if you ever need any help with the data sheets, you know you can always pass some over to my desk. I don't like seeing you look so worn out."

His kindness made your heart sink with that familiar wave of guilt. He was being so sweet, so completely attentive, while you were sitting here using him as a shield to block out the memory of your boss. You took a deep breath, realizing that using him as a distraction was getting harder the nicer he became.

"Thanks, Yunho. That really means a lot," you said, offering a small, appreciative smile.

"Yeah, of course," Yunho replied easily, leaning his forearms on the table. "You know, it's actually kind of strange. We've known each other around the office for a while now, and yet we've never just gone out for a drink like this." He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes as he took another slow sip of his beverage.

You laughed softly, swirling the ice in your own glass. "Yeah, I guess that’s true. I don't know... I'm not really a social person, I guess?"

"Well, good thing I managed to get you out here twice now, then," he laughed.

Your smile faltered just a little bit at his words. It was a uncomfortable reminder that Yunho truly saw this as a real date, while your mind was still entirely fractured. Realizing you couldn't keep leading him on, you took a breath to clear the air. "Oh, Yunho... about that—"

''No way!'' Yunho suddenly cut you off, his eyes widening as a new song blasted through the club's speakers. "I love this song!" He immediately stood up from the booth and held out his hand toward you, a bright, eager grin on his face. "Y/n, dance with me?"

You recoiled slightly into the cushion, letting out a reluctant nervous laugh. "I—I'm really not much of a dancer, Yunho."

Instead of sitting back down, Yunho grabbed a fresh drink from a passing waitress's tray and gently handed it to you, nudging your shoulder playfully. "Oh, come on. Everyone can dance with a drink in their hand! Just one song?"

You let out another nervous laugh, realizing there was no graceful way out of it. Taking the fresh glass in one hand, you reached out and placed your other hand in his. He beamed, pulling you out of the booth and leading you straight into the thick, flashing chaos of the crowded dance floor.

Across the city, a completely different storm was brewing.

Jiyong’s car finally pulled up to the curb outside your apartment building. The very second the engine dropped to a quiet idle, he threw open the door, stepping out into the cold night air and marching straight up the stairs. Having memorized your door’s PIN code, he punched it in without hesitation, the lock clicking open with a sharp beep.

The moment he stepped past the threshold, a white fluffy cloud came trotting down the hallway toward him. Bear barked happily, her tail wagging furiously as she jumped up against Jiyong's legs in total excitement. He instinctively knelt down, rubbing her soft ears. "Hey, girl," he murmured quietly.

He closed the heavy front door behind him and made his way deeper into the apartment, flipping on the living room lights. The space was completely empty. A growing sense of panic tightening in his throat, he walked down the hall and pushed open your bedroom door, flipping the switch.

You weren't there either. Instead, his eyes fell upon the bed, which was a sprawled-out mess of discarded clothes, hangers, and makeup bags. He raised an eyebrow. He checked your bathroom, finding it empty, before stepping back out into the bedroom.

"Where the fuck are you?" Jiyong whispered to himself, his voice laced with frustration. He flicked the bedroom light back off and walked back into the living room.

Just as he reached the center of the room, the front door lock beeped loudly, unlocking from the outside. The door swung open, and in walked Na-bi. She stepped inside, blindly setting her purse down on the kitchen counter before her eyes caught the tall, imposing figure standing in the middle of the room.

It was the first time she had ever personally met him. She froze for a split second, instinctively bowing her head in a professional greeting. "Oh! Director Kwon... what—what are you doing here?"

Jiyong crossed his arms, his intense gaze locking onto her. "I could ask you the exact same thing."

Nabi recovered her composure quickly, her protective best-friend instincts instantly kicking in. "Well, Y/n is going to be out late tonight, so she asked me to come over and watch Bea—"

"Out late?" Jiyong interrupted, stepping forward. "To where?"

Na-bi let out a sharp, disbelief-filled scoff, crossing her arms to match his posture. "With all due respect, Director, that is absolutely none of your business."

Jiyong took another step closer, his jaw tight as he looked down at her. "Whats your name?.. Na-gi ?''

Na-bi rolled her eyes dramatically. "Na-bi," she corrected sharply, emphasizing the syllables.

"Right, whatever. Na-bi," Jiyong sighed, "Look, you’re her best friend. I get it. I understand you’re just trying to protect her, but..." He let out another ragged sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. "Listen to me. I made a mistake. A stupid mistake. I’m not sure how much she’s actually told you, but I just... I need to talk to her."

Na-bi went quiet, staring at him. For the first time, she was seeing the untouchable, powerful director looking completely vulnerable, his sharp eyes filled with a raw, genuine apology.

"This isn't a game to me," Jiyong continued, his voice dropping to a fierce, desperate whisper. "Do you understand? I... I love her."

Nabi raised her eyebrows, honestly stunned into silence. The sheer weight of his confession caught her completely off guard. She softened slightly, shifting her weight. "Fine. She's—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the loud ringtone of her phone shattered the quiet room. She pulled it out, her brows furrowing when she saw a completely unknown number flashing on the screen. A sudden wave of worry hitting her stomach, she hit answer and pressed it to her ear.

"Hello?" Nabi asked. Immediately, a wall of distorted music blasted through the receiver, drowning out the caller's voice. Nabi's eyes narrowed as she strained to listen. "What? Sorry, it's really hard to hear you over the music. Who is this?" She turned her back to Jiyong, covering her free ear with her hand, trying desperately to understand the frantic voice on the other end. "Yes, that's me. I'm Na-bi... What?? What do you mean? Ugh, where is she right now?!"

Jiyong’s eyes narrowed instantly. He stepped right up behind her, his voice booming with authority. "Who is that? Is it Y/n? What happened?"

Na-bi quickly shushed him, throwing a hand up blindly to block him away while she kept listening to the phone. "Okay... just, ugh, just keep watch of her, okay? Do not leave her alone with him. I—I'll be right there."

She slammed the phone shut and quickly grabbed her purse off the counter.

Jiyong blocked her path to the door, his frame completely commanding the space. "What the hell is going on, Na-bi? Leave her alone with who?"

Na-bi let out a frustrated sigh, realizing she didn't have time to play games. "That was someone at the party who knows her. They said she's had a little too much to drink... I'm worried because she's out with this guy—"

Jiyong’s expression turned utterly lethal. "What guy?"

"Yunho," Na-bi said flatly. "But she's completely vulnerable right now, and I don't want her making a mistake while she's intoxicated. I am going to pick her up right now." She turned toward the front door, throwing a look over her shoulder at him. "You can either come with me or stay here. I don't care either way."

Without saying a single word, Jiyong turned on his heel and followed her straight out the door.

Back at the club, the flashing neon lights and heavy bass completely melted together into a dizzying, colorful haze as the alcohol took total control of your senses while you and Yunho swayed and stumbled together on the packed dance floor, your uninhibited laughter rising above the roaring crowd as his hands loosely held your waist to keep you steady amidst the sea of moving bodies.

"I told you that you could dance!" Yunho shouted directly into your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

You threw your head back, laughing loudly as the ceiling lights spun around in beautiful, blurry circles. "I'm actually terrible, Yunho, you're just being nice!" you yelled back, your voice thick and slurred from the drinks as you blindly wrapped your arms around his neck to stay upright.

"No, you're perfect!" he yelled over the booming bass, his eyes locked entirely on yours with a look of pure adoration that you were far too intoxicated to fully read. "I'm so glad you came out with me tonight, Y/n!"

"Me too!" you cheered carelessly, completely lost in the numb, floating sensation of the alcohol

Yunho got completely lost in the music. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. For a split second your eyelashes fluttered, trying to register the sudden contact, but you were far too drunk to fully process it. Slowly, your head tilted back, and you leaned up to kiss him back.

You closed your eyes tight as the crimson and indigo lasers continued to flash wildly behind your eyelids. This kiss felt entirely different. It was cold. It lacked the consuming, familiar heat of Jiyong's touch. But in your numbed state, you didn't care. You kept kissing him back, bringing your hands up to cradle the back of his head. Yunho’s hand slipped up and down the side of your waist, feeling the smooth fabric of your outfit as the kiss deepened right there on the crowded floor.

After a few heavy moments, Yunho pulled away, his breath hitching as he leaned toward your ear. "Maybe we should go somewhere private," he suggested over the roaring bass.

With a dizzy, careless grin, you nodded and let him lead you away by the hand, navigating through the thick waves of bodies toward the quieter sections of the venue.

Out on the city streets, Jiyong and Na-bi were getting closer to the club by the second. Nabi was shifting impatiently in the leather seat, bouncing her knee. "Can't your driver go any faster?!" she snapped, looking out the dark window.

Jiyong kept his intense glare fixed on the road ahead, focused solely on reaching the destination.

"We should have just gotten a taxi," Nabi continued to grumble, her anxiety peaking. But just as the words left her mouth, the vibrant neon lights of the club finally came into view.

Jiyong looked up, his posture stiffening. "Here. Stop!" he commanded.

The driver brought the car to a sudden halt, the tires screeching against the wet pavement. Jiyong and Nabi rushed out into the cold air, heading straight toward the entrance to find you.

The blurry, neon-lit room continued to spin on its axis as you laid there, a heavy weight pressing down on top of you. Yunho was entirely lost in the heat of the moment, leaning over your body to press a trail of feverish, gentle kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck. You let out a dizzy, uninhibited giggle, the intense fogginess in your brain making it impossible to fully register what was happening.

The spinning sensation in your head intensified, making the world feel like it was tilting dangerously. Yunho continued to kiss down your body, his free hand coping your breast inside your shirt. ''You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this," Yunho murmured, though his words were becoming a blur as the alcohol took full effect on both of you.

He lifted his head for a moment, lifting the tank top off your body, leaving you slightly exposed to him. Yunho takes a deep breath in, ''God you're beautiful'' He slurred. Next, his hands went straight to his belt buckle.

Downstairs, the entrance doors had already burst open. Na-bi and Jiyong were standing right in the center of the flashing, roaring belly of the club, their eyes frantically scanning the thick sea of moving bodies. Knowing they were running out of time, Nabi turned to Jiyong and yelled over the deafening bass, "Lets split up to find her'' He gave her a nod as the both of them headed in different directions.

You couldn't recall exactly what happened next. All you knew was that one second Yunho was on top of you, and the very next second, the heavy weight was violent lifted off your body. You blinked rapidly at the sudden blurry shapes moving in front of you, trying your absolute best to get your eyes to focus, but you saw nothing but shifting shadows. Your brows furrowed tightly as your alcohol-soaked brain tried to register what was happening. Even with your ears ringing and damaged from the loud club music, you could hear the distinct sound of angry yelling echoing in the small room.

Confused and disoriented, you blindly reached your hand up into the air and whispered, "Yunho?"

Before you could get an answer, you felt yourself being lifted completely off the surface. Your eyes still wouldn't focus on who this person was, but as they securely carried you out of the room and away from the noise, you could hear two familiar voices talking back and forth. After that, everything went completely blank. Your mind finally gave in, and you figured you must have fallen fast asleep.

Until suddenly, a splash of freezing cold water smashed right onto your face.

Your eyes shot wide open and you gasped loudly at the sudden, shocking coldness, instinctively yelling, "What the fuck!"

You blinked a few times, aggressively wiping the dripping mascara away from your eyes with the back of your hand. As your vision finally began to clear and focus, you saw two figures standing directly in front of you: Na-bi and Jiyong. You blinked, completely confused as you looked around the space. This was your bathroom, and you were sitting on your shower chair, but you still had absolutely no recollection of how you had actually gotten here.

Suddenly, the temperature of the running water turned much warmer, falling nicely against your shivering skin. Jiyong leaned down, gently moving a few stray, wet hairs away from your face.

"It's okay, Jagiya," he murmured softly, his eyes filled with a deep relief. "You're okay."

Behind him, Na-bi paced back and forth across the bathroom floor, looking like a complete nervous mess. "Fuck, fuck... this is all my fault."

Jiyong ignored her pacing, keeping his focus entirely on you as he ran his fingers through your wet hair. Exhausted, you let your head lean back against the warm shower tile, closing your eyes and simply enjoying the soothing feeling of the hot water washing over you.

"If I just wouldn't have told her to go out with him... this wouldn't have happened," Nabi cried out, her voice breaking as she broke down into full tears.

Jiyong finally turned his head to look at her, his voice calm but firm. "N-abi, honestly, you're making it worse right now. Nothing can be done about what already happened. All we can do now is help her sober up."

Nabi stopped in her tracks, her face streaked with tears as she gestured wildly. "But—but she—"

Jiyong stood up from his spot by the shower, walking over and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know," he said quietly, "I know what could have happened. But she's safe now. Trust me with her. You should go home, it's incredibly late."

Na-bi sniffled loudly, checking the glowing screen of her Apple Watch. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her breathing, before looking up at him. "Ok. Ok, just... text me the second she wakes up tomorrow, okay? Promise me?"

Jiyong nodded his head. "I promise."

Na-bi walked over to the shower chair, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your wet forehead. "I'm so sorry, babe," she whispered gently into your ear, before turning around and quietly walking out of the bathroom.

Jiyong sat by your side again, his fingers moving in slow, soothing tracks through your wet hair. You couldn't tell exactly how long the two of you stayed in the warmth of the bathroom, but in your heavy, drunken state, the minutes felt like a long, peaceful blur. With practiced gentleness, Jiyong washed the lingering club smoke from your hair, carefully wiped the smeared makeup from your skin, and eventually wrapped you tightly in a thick, plush towel.

He leaned down and scooped you up bridal style, lifting you effortlessly from the shower chair. The moment your feet left the ground, your arms instinctively locked around his neck, your head lulling against his shoulder as you immediately recognized the smell of his cologne.

"Mmm... Jiyong? Is that you?" you mumbled, your voice muffled against the warm skin of his neck.

A visible shiver ran straight up his arms as you said his name with such pure, unfiltered comfort. Jiyong carried you down the short hallway and placed you gently onto your mattress, pulling the thick duvet all the way up to your chin to keep out the chill.

He crouched down by your bedside, his face just inches from yours in the dim light. He pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. "It's always me, Jagiya," he whispered, his voice thick with an emotion he had been fighting all night. "Get some sleep. I'll be right out in the living room if you need anything."

You let out a soft exhausted groan in return, your eyelids fluttering shut. Jiyong slowly stood up, stepping back to flip off the bedroom light. But just as his silhouette reached the doorway and he was about to walk out, your voice whispered into the sudden dark.

"Jiyong?"

He paused, instantly turning back toward the sound of your voice.

"Lay with me..." you whispered again, the quiet plea cutting straight through the shadows.

A soft, genuine smile broke out on Jiyong's face. He walked back over to your side of the bed, kicking off his shoes before sliding beneath the heavy sheets beside you. The second his arms opened, you instantly crawled across the mattress, cuddling your face deep into his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, locking you against his frame as if he would never let you go.

Just before the heavy veil of sleep completely pulled you under, you pressed closer to his warmth and whispered one final truth into the dark. "Please... don't ever leave me."

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