wrote 6 pages yesterday who this!!!! also, got around 7 projects left for taegularities, which will be
the remaining 4 chapters of cmi + epilogue
the jk siren au
the jk vacation au
the fifth summer (jk; roommate au; love triangle)
cotton candy (taehyung; 80s au)
timbre (trilogy; jk; singer au)
saltstream (series; jk x reader x yoongi)
all of these are beautiful. all of these contain pieces of my heart. and i cannot wait to share them, especially saltstream and the fifth summer! hope you love them 🦋
“I’ve never seen you play.”
“Why don’t I play for you once we get back?”
The offer had slipped out so easily, carried by something lighter than thought. He remembers turning toward you, catching the way your cheeks warmed, the colour deepening when you looked at him.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
— Carousel: Unsaid Things (special chapter) | Yoongi x female reader | CEO!Yoongi, Arranged Marriage!AU, Heiress!reader
It was meant to be a simple weekend away with your boyfriend. Inviting his best friends for the ride had sounded like a brilliant, yet an innocent idea just the same. Until the secrets are out and revealed, and the heat from the weekend becomes the sinful flame that may engulf you until you are left into nothing else but sparkles of dust tethering in the blissful wind.
“Do you trust me, kitten?”
“Relax, baby girl. You’re in good hands."
— Bed & Boyfriend(s): 2020 ver. | 2026 ver.
— Bed & Boyfriend(s) 2: Kiss It Better
ᯓ pairing : best friend's brother!heeseung x f!reader
ᯓ synopsis : you never expected a simple sleepover at your best friend’s house to turn into something dangerous. heeseung — jena’s older brother, known for his effortless charm and terrible habit of flirting — was supposed to be off-limits. but stolen glances turn into lingering touches and teasing grows bolder. every visit makes it harder to pretend nothing is happening, and every almost-moment leaves you wanting more.
ᯓ wc : 11.5k
ᯓ warnings (MINORS DNI) : heeseung is around 26 here and reader is 21, smut, softdom!hee, little bit of sub!hee at the end, piv, unprotected sex (don't!!!), tit play, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, pet names (pretty, baby, seungie, hee calls reader good girl like two times...?), bigdick!hee, riding, missionary, hee is lowk vocal here....
ᯓ author's note : first smut here,, pls bare w me, i am not good :c
the hallway was loud after class, but you and jena had already slipped into your own little bubble — walking side by side, sharing a bag of chips, trying to decide where to spend tomorrow's sleepover.
"your place?" jena offered, kicking a pebble across the pavement. you shook your head, "my room's a mess... and i don't feel like cleaning," you admitted. "same," she sighed dramatically. "i haven't done laundry in, like, a week." you both paused at the entrance steps, staring at each other with the same defeated expression before you burst out laughing.
"so where do we even go, then?" you asked. "hm..." jena tapped her chin, "we could go to a 24 hour cafe and pull an all-nighter."
you wrinkled your nose. "uh— no. i just wanna curl up somewhere comfy."
"hotel?" she inquired.
you responded, "we are literally broke."
jena looked down before replying, "true."
and there was a moment of silence, then jena snapped her fingers. "okay, then we'll do it at my place," she announced. "it's okay, i'll beat my laziness and tidy my room. plus, my fridge is full, and we can be loud without anyone yelling at us because my parents are on a business trip."
"perfect, i'll bring snacks," you grinned.
you bumped shoulders with her as you headed toward the bus stop, already imagining the pile of blankets, the stupid romcoms, and the late-night gossips.
at least, that was until jena added, almost too casually, "oh, by the way... my brother's home."
you turned your head to look at her, "your brother? the one everybody talks about?"
she blinked furiously, "uh, well— yeah, him."
you'd heard of him, of course. everyone had.
lee heeseung.
a campus legend without even trying to be. the tall, effortlessly attractive engineering alumni who people pointed out from afar but never approached.
jena once showed you a candid photo of him grabbing coffee, and even in the blurry shot, he looked unfairly good — messy golden brown hair, long fingers wrapped around a cup, and that stupidly sharp jawline.
apparently, he kept to himself, didn't go out of his way to talk to anyone, and yet every time he showed up on campus to pick jena up, people whispered like he was some celebrity.
you'd never met him. he was just a myth contained inside jena's stories.
you opened your mouth to ask something, but jena cut in immediately, holding up a finger. "and before you say anything, stay away from him," she stated firmly.
you squinted, "what?"
"i'm serious," she stopped walking, turning to face you with the most dramatic older-sister energy ever. "he's annoying, and he's a flirt when he's bored. and you—" she poked your arm, "—are off limits."
you chuckled. "off limits? why? we haven't even met."
"exactly, and i'd like to keep it that way. i know my brother. he sees someone cute or easy to approach, and he starts... teasing," she rolled her eyes.
"teasing?" you frowned.
"yeah. like, annoying-you-into-liking-him teasing. it's disgusting," she shivered. you shook your head, laughing again. "jena, relax. i'm not gonna fall for your brother."
"good," she huffed, "and he better not fall for you."
that same day, at the lee house, jena pushed open the front door with her hip. the house was quiet except for the soft hum of music coming from the living room.
heeseung was there, sprawled on the couch in a loose white tee and grey sweats. his hair a little messy from a nap and his eyes were glued to his phone.
he didn't even look up when she walked in.
"hey," she greeted, dropping her stuff on the floor. "i have news, but don't get too comfy," she added. heeseung hummed without interest. "what, you finally decided to move out?"
"i wish."
she kicked his foot, and only then did he look up, one brow raised lazily. "what is it?"
jena crossed her arms dramatically, "i'm having a sleepover tonight," she declared. heeseung blinked. "okay? you do that all the time."
"yeah, but it's at our place this time."
he put his phone down for that, eyes narrowing slightly like he was already suspicious of where this conversation was going. "who's coming?"
"yn."
the famous yn.
the best friend jena talked about literally every week. the girl who showed up in photos on jena's phone. the one with the bright smile, soft eyes, and pretty laugh he always heard stories about but never in person.
heeseung sat up slowly, stretching an arm over the back of the couch.
"oh," he responded, pretending to be casual, "choi yn?"
"yeah. why'd you say it like that?" jena's eyebrows scrunched together. "like what?" heeseung frowned back.
"like you recognized her."
he shrugged, "you talk about her a lot. and i've seen pics."
jena paused, squinting at him, "don't."
he was taken aback, "don't what?"
she pointed a finger at him, threating him. "don't mess with her. she's my best friend and she is off-limits. she's immune to your bullshit."
"why are you acting like i'm some kind of menace?"
"you are," she deadpanned. he lifted his hands in surrender, "i'm not gonna do anything."
"promise?"
he nodded, "promise."
jena narrowed her eyes even more. "you know how you get when someone cute comes over."
"i don't 'get' any type of way," he said, rolling his eyes. "i'm not a dog."
"yes, you are, heeseung," she snapped. "and yn is adorable, so stay. away."
heeseung's jaw tightened a little — barely noticable, but enough for jena to crack. her eyes widened, "oh my god. you think she's cute, don't you?"
he raised two hands in defense, "i didn't say that."
"you didn't have to."
heeseung sighed deeply, rubbing his face. "look, it's just..." his sentence dragged as he looked at jena.
"one night," jena answered. he inhaled sharply before continuing, "exactly! one night. i'll be normal. i'n not gonna tease her or whatever."
jena narrowed her eyes one last time, like she was scanning for the lies. "good, i'm trusting you," she said. he nodded, but as she walked away, he finally let his thoughts wander. to the girl in jena's photos, the one who apparently was going to be here tomorrow.
and for the first time in a while, he felt a tiny spark of curiosity. nothing dangerous. just enough to make him wonder :
"what's she like in person?"
the evening came faster than expected, but you were ready nonetheless.
your backpack felt way too heavy for a simple sleepover — stuffed with snacks, pajamas, and the blanket you refused to share.
by the time you reached jena’s front door, the sun was already starting to dip, painting the house warm and soft. you knocked once, and before you could lift your hand again, the door swung open.
“finally,” jena said, grabbing your wrist and tugging you inside. “i’ve been waiting forever. i already set up the living room, snacks, blankets, everything.”
“you act like we’re preparing for war,” you laughed, kicking your shoes off.
“a sleepover is war,” she argued. “against boredom.”
you rolled your eyes, already feeling that warm comfort settle in your chest. you loved being there — the smell of laundry softener lingering in the hallway, the messy pile of shoes, the faint hum of the fridge.
you set your bag down just as a soft door clicked open deeper inside the hallway, followed by slow, heavy footsteps.
you turned, and whatever you were planning to say disappeared.
heeseung stepped out of his room like he hadn’t fully decided to be awake yet. his hair was sticking up in every direction, shirt too big, and his sweatpants hung low enough to make your breath catch for a second. he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking himself into focus.
he blinked at you once, then twice.
and suddenly, he was wide awake.
he stared. not in surprise, more like he was trying to understand why someone like you was standing in his house looking the way you did. his eyes trailed over you slowly, like he forgot to hide it.
you stood perfectly still.
jena muttered something like, “oh, come on,” under her breath.
heeseung pushed off the doorframe, straightening slightly. the sleepiness faded, replaced by something sharper. he walked closer, his steps unhurried, gaze never leaving yours.
“you must be yn,” he said quietly, voice rough with sleep. “i’ve heard a lot about you.”
your pulse jumped.
you nodded, hoping your face wasn’t betraying you. “yeah... that’s me.”
he smiled. it was small, lopsided, and he looked too confident for someone who clearly woke up three minutes ago. “do you know my sister never shuts up about you?” he asked, tilting his head a little.
jena slapped his arm so fast it echoed, “heeseung. don’t start.”
“i’m not starting anything. i’m just saying hi,” he protested, though he didn’t take his eyes off you. not even once.
jena shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “don’t mess with her,” she said firmly. “i mean it.”
you were definitely blushing. you could feel it spreading across your cheeks, your ears, your neck. and of course, heeseung noticed.
heeseung lifted both hands in surrender, “i won’t,” he promised, even though the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips said otherwise.
“i’ll be good.”
jena grabbed your wrist again and pulled you toward the living room, muttering complaints the entire way.
the rest of the sleepover settled into that easy rhythm — snacks everywhere, a movie paused at the first minute because neither you nor jena could agree on what to watch, and the warm atmosphere of the house.
you were in the kitchen, pouring drinks, when you heard the slow footsteps approaching. you didn't need to turn to know who it was.
his presence felt different, like the air shifted whenever he walked in.
you kept your attention on the cups, pretending not to notice him leaning against the counter behind you. at least not until he moved.
the touch was small, barely anything, but enough to make you freeze. he brushed behind you as he reached for the fridge, his hand grazing the small of your back, feather-light. maybe accidental, maybe not.
his voice came right after, "excuse me."
you swallowed, "you could've gotten to the fridge without passing me."
"yeah," he said, opening the fridge door, the cold light spilling across his face. "but i wanted to get past you, so..."
you shot him a look and he just smiled. you stepped aside quickly, hoping he didn't notice the warmth creeping up your neck (he definitely noticed).
a few minutes later, something similar happened again.
this time, you were reaching for a bowl on the kitchen shelf, stretching on your toes. you almost got it. your fingertips brushed the rim of the bowl, but you lost your focus when a hand rested lightly on your hip.
not pulling, not holding. just settling there.
"careful," he murmured behind you.
before you could turn around, his other hand reached over your shoulder, long fingers effortlessly plucking the bowl from the shelf you were struggling with.
the closeness made your breath hitch — his chest brushing your back, his chin almost dipping toward your neck. he handed you the bowl, eyes innocent but mouth curved into that stupid, slow smirk.
"you look like you needed help," he said softly. you swallowed, "thanks."
"anything for you," he smiled, letting his hand slide away from your hip much slower than necessary.
your heart was doing somersaults, and he looked far too pleased with himself. you walked back toward the living room, trying to act unaffected. but from behind you, you heard him chuckle once under his breath. the kind that said he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
the movie had finally started. well, it played in the background while you and jena kept pausing it every five minutes. she eventually got up with a stretch. "i'm gonna shower real quick," she announced. "don't eat all the snacks without me."
"no promises," you joked.
she rolled her eyes and tapped your forehead before dissapearing down the hall.
once again, you heard those quiet footsteps somewhere behind the couch, that same lazy pace he always walked with, like nothing ever rushed. then, he appeared, towering over you.
"this seat taken?" he asked, pretending innocence terribly.
you squinted your eyes at him, "you have your own room."
before you could argue more, he sat down. close. closer than anyone needed to be on a whole empty couch.
heeseung leaned back, stretching an arm across the backrest behind you. he wasn't touching, but it was close enough that you could feel a tingle.
"yeah," he replied, tilting his head, "but i like it better here."
your breath caught. his eyes flicked down, catching your reaction before you could hide it. his mouth twitched like he had to stop himself from smiling too wide.
you turned your attention to the movie, trying to act unbothered, but heeseung didn't make that easy.
every few seconds, he shifted, just a little, though. just enough for his knee to bump yours, for his fingers to brush your arm whenever he reached for popcorn, for his thigh to press against yours like it belonged.
and every time you reacted, even the smallest ones, he noticed.
you felt his gaze, heavy and amused, watching you more than the screen.
finally, he leaned in a little closer, voice barely above a whisper. "you're easy to read, you know," he teased. "no, i'm not," you stated, eyes still on the screen
he let out a soft, warm laugh, "then stop looking so cute every time i move."
you froze. he didn't.
he just kept watching you, chin propped on his hand, like you were more entertaining than the movie playing in the background.
the bathroom door finally opened, steam drifting into the hall. jena stepped out, towel around her neck, and immediately narrowed her eyes when she saw him. "heeseung. what are you doing here?"
he shrugged, "sitting," he said smoothly.
she gave a tight smile, "on the couch. next to my friend," she shot a glare towards her brother. "i just wanna join," he replied, completely unfazed.
jena stared at him for a long, suspicious moment, then sighed. "fine, whatever. but stop bothering her."
"i'm not," he said, though the smirk on his lips said the opposite.
jena dropped onto the other side of you, grabbing a blanket and draping it over your legs.
you truly offered your best to focus on the screen again. but heeseung, he shifted closer once more, just enough for his knee to press into yours again. and when he felt you tense for half a second, he didn't comment. he just smiled to himself like he'd found a new favorite way to entertain himself.
the night crept in quietly, and jena didn't make it past the second movie. she barely lasted then minutes before her head dropped onto your shoulder.
"i'm... awake," she mumbled, already asleep.
you and heeseung exhanged a look, him amused and you stifling a laugh. eventually, you nudged her up and helped her to her room. she collapsed drmatically onto the bed, mumbling incoherent threats about snoring.
you tucked the blanket around her and finally stepped back, exhaling quietly.
heeseung didn't join you. he disappeared somewhere down the hall as soon as you closed jena's door. and you told yourself you were relieved by that.
you needed distance. your heart needed distance.
but lying there next to jena, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, house too warm, the blankets too heavy, your brain refusing to shut up — sleep didn't come.
after minutes of tossing around, you sat up carefully, not trying to wake her. you slipped out of the room, padding toward the kitchen for milk while keeping your steps light.
but when you turned the corner, he was already there.
heeseung leaned against the counter beside the sink, lit only by the small under-cabinet light that cast a warm, gold glow across his face. his hair was slightly messy again, his hoodie handing loose on his frame.
he looked up the second you appeared, eyes catching yours like he'd been waiting without admitting it.
for a moment, neither of you spoke.
"i didn't know you were still awake," you started the conversation.
"couldn't sleep," he murmured.
you nodded and glanced toward the fridge, trying to act normal. "me too."
he nodded once, slow, like he understood exactly why you couldn't.
you walked toward the fridge, your fingers brushing the island lightly to avoid making noise. the quiet made everything feel sharper — your breathing, the distance between you, the weight of his gaze you could feel even as you looked away.
the fridge whirred softly as you opened it, cool light spilling out onto the dimly lit area.
when you grabbed a juice box and closed it, he was still looking at you. not teasing, not smirking, just watching.
you cleared your throat, gripping the box a little too lightly. "i'm just gonna— go back after this."
he tilted his head, voice dropping to a whisper that wrapped around you like a warm breath.
"you look cute when you're tired."
your heart stuttered. your fingers tightened around the small box. you looked away instantly, maybe a bit too fast, as heat crept up your neck. "don't say stuff like that."
his lips curved into a knowing smirk, "why not?"
and gosh, you needed a second to breathe. so you stepped past him, your heart thudding loud in your chest, the juice box cold in your hand as you walked away.
he moved, just a slow push off the counter, hands in his hoodie pockets, steps soft on the floor as he followed you out of the kitchen. "going back already?" he asked quietly.
you stopped in your tracks, not daring to turn around. "i said i would, didn't i?"
the house felt even quieter out here. the only light came from the kitchen, warm and low, spilling just enough to outline his figure as he stepped closer.
he moved, now in front of you, yet you still didn't look at him.
"you didn't have to run away," he said.
you breathed in too sharply, "i wasn't running."
"right, you were just walking really fast for someone who wasn't."
his voice dipped into something gentle. the kind of teasing that didn't poke, just brushed softly over your nerves, warm enough to make you feel it everywhere.
you finally glanced up at him.
big mistake.
he was looking down at you with that same quiet focus from the kitchen. he wasn't smirking, wasn't smiling, but studying you like you were something he wasn't expecting to be this drawn to.
he stepped a little closer, still slow, still giving you room to move away if you wanted. but you didn't.
his gaze slipped down to your lips for half a second before lifting again.
"come here," he whispered.
you didn't move, but your body leaned in the tiniest bit, like gravity had opinions of its own. and maybe that was all he needed.
because his hand lifted slowly, fingers burshing lightly along your cheek before drifting to your hair. he hesitated for a breath, giving you a chance to pull away.
but you didn't, so he kept going.
his fingers slid a strand of hair from your face and tucked it gently behind your ear, his touch barely-there, warm anough to melt something in your chest.
you froze completely.
and that was when his mouth curved — soft first, then sharper, settling into a full, knowing smirk. "there it is."
"what?" you breathed, barely able to get the word out.
his eyes softened, but the smirk stayed. "that little reaction you keep trying to hide."
you wanted to say something back, something smart and confident, but nothing came out. your throat was too tight, your heartbeat too loud, your skin tingling where his fingers had been.
he stepped back half a step, giving you space again, hands sliding back into his pockets as if he hadn't just short-circuited you on purpose. "you should get some sleep."
and then, like he hadn't just ruined your entire nervous system, he walked away, leaving you alone and speechless in the dark hallway.
you barely got any sleep that night. when you entered the room and hopped back on the bed, you couldn't bring yourself to feel comfortable or cozy. you finished your juice in five minutes, staring blank into the wall, thoughts filling your head.
"what the fuck just happened?" you whispered to yourself.
when morning came, you sat up on the bed.
the room was cold, the curtains were thin enough for the sunlight to seep through in soft stripes. jena was still curled up beside you, snoring a little. you blinked slowly, still half-asleep, and the first thing in your mind wasn't the brightness or the aching stretch in your back.
it was heeseung.
the kitchen last night, his voice low, his fingers brushing your hair, and the way he looked at you like he already knew you better than he should.
your heart did that annoying little kick again.
you slipped out of bed carefully, tiptoeing so you wouldn't wake jena, smoothing down your shirt as you left the room. you walked down the hallway, rubbing your eyes.
as soon as you stepped into the living room, you heard a faint clatter of something metal, the sound of a pan being moved, the fridge opening and closing.
of course he was awake.
you took a step into the kitchen and there he was, standing at the stove with his back to you. his hair was still messy from just waking up, sleeves pushed up in a way that was unfair for so early in the day. the morning light hit him in patches, outlining his shoulders, his jaw, the slope of his neck.
he glanced over his shoulder the second he sensed movement.
"good morning," he greeted.
you tensed for a beat, "morning."
he smiled, slow and small, the kind that makes your stomach flip because it means he's really looking at you. "jena's still asleep?"
you frowned, "you're really asking that?"
he let out a tiny laugh under his breath and turned back to the stove, flipping something in the pan with a practiced ease.
and then, he looked over at you again. he observed you — the way you rubbed your arm because you were cold, the way you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, the way your hair was tousled.
you felt your face warm instantly and tried to pretend you were just looking around the kitchen, anywhere but at him, but he didn't stop. he didn't even pretend to.
he leaned one elbow on the counter, still holding the spatula loosely in his hand.
"why are you looking at me like that?" you whispered, unable to keep the shyness out of your voice.
"just checking if your awake."
and he didn't say another word. he just kept watching you every now and then like you were the most interesting part of the morning.
suddenly, like a miracle, jena entered the kitchen with her hair sticking out in every direction, squinting like the lights offeneded her. "morning," she mumbled.
you let out a tiny breath of relief, like her presence grounded you a bit. but heeseung? his attention was still on you, but it just shifted in a slower, more deliberate way now that jena was here.
"you're up early," she said to him suspiciously as she grabbed a cup of water.
he raised his eyebrows, "i couldn't sleep."
your eyes flicked to him. liar. he slept fine. you knew that because you could hear his loud snoring through half the night. he caught your reaction, the tiny twitch at the corner of your mouth, and his lips curved upward just barely.
he slid a pancake onto a plate, turned off the stove, and without missing a beat, he handed the plate directly to you.
not to his sister. not on the table.
you.
"eat before it gets cold."
jena blinked between the two of you like she walked in on something, then frowned, "why are you guys being weird?"
you almost choked on air. "we're not," you insisted a little too quickly.
you sat and tried to focus on your food, ignoring the way heeseung sat across from you, elbows resting casually on the table — and also how his eyes kept lifting every few seconds to look at your expressions, your movements, your everything.
and then, he started. not the obvious flirting from last night, but something softer.
"did you sleep okay?" he asked you, tone light enough that jena wouldn't notice anything. you nodded slowly, "yeah."
"you always wake up this early?" his voice dipped just a fraction, gentle and curious like he was storing the information. you sighed before answering, "sometimes..."
"hm," he leaned back slightly, looking at you in that innocent way he only used when someone else was in the room —totally different from the way he looked at you earlier.
and then, a final, subtle question slipped out. "what do you usually eat for breakfast?" it was simple, guiltfree even. but his eyes told a different story, almost like he wanted to know more, wanted to know you, piece by piece.
you opened your mouth to answer, but the sound of jena clearing her throat cut between you.
"seriously. what the fuck is happening right now?"
you tensed, but heeseung just took another bite of his food like what jena had just asked was nothing. "we're literally just talking," he answered.
jena's suspicion didn't go away. if anything, it sharpened as she chewed on her food, eyes bouncing between the two of you like she was trying to solve some puzzle.
but then, her phone buzzed. she glanced at the screen, groaned, and stood up from the table.
"ugh, mom's calling. i'll be right back."
you nodded while the man in front of you just hummed. you didn't realize how tense you were until jena walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, her voice fading away.
you felt it immediately. the shift, the awareness, the silence that wasn't really silent.
heeseung let out a slow breath like he'd been waiting for that exact moment. his eyes lifted to you, "she's always so dramatic," he complained.
you tried to laugh, but it came out soft and nervous. "she's not dramatic."
he raised a brow, "really? because she acts like i'm a criminal for talking to you," he rolled his eyes. you fiddled with your fork, "maybe because you're a flirt."
he smiled teasingly. "only when i want to be."
you didn't breathe for a second. he let the words sit there, let you process them, let the warmth rise in your cheeks again.
you looked down at your plate, not able to hold his gaze any longer, but he wasn't having it. not when he had you cornered in the sweetest, quietest way possible.
his foot nudged yours under the table. you glanced at him, eyes wide, and he smiled. it was genuine.
"you're cute when you're all flustered like this."
your fingers tightened around your fork, "stop—"
"why?" he cut you off, tilting his head, eyes warm. "you don't like it?"
you opened your mouth to respond — you didn't even know what you were about to say — but he leaned forward a little, resting his chin on his hand, staring at you like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to.
"i'm just being honest. you don't want honesty?" he added.
your heart pounded, and right when the moment grew warm enough to melt you, jena's footsteps echoed toward the kitchen.
heeseung didn't look away. you did.
he just leaned back casually, picking up his fork like nothing happened at all.
but when jena reentered the kitchen, rambling about their mom, he flashed you the tiniest smile. like the two of you were sharing a secret she almost walked in on.
the rest of the day moved in a blur, and suddenly, it was already afternoon.
you and jena were stuffing blankets back into her closet, laughing at how the room somehow looked messier after cleaning. she talked nonstop — about school, about next weekend, about a new café she wanted to try.
you nodded along, but the whole time, you felt him.
heeseung didn’t make himself obvious. he never did. he just appeared in the edges of things, like walking down the hallway, opening the fridge, or passing by the doorway. he was just always in your line of vision for just long enough to make your heart hitch.
by the time you had your bag zipped and slung over your shoulder, the sun was dipping, warm and golden through the windows. “come here again next week! i promise i’ll stay up for the movie marathon next time,” she beamed in excitement.
you barely got the chance to respond because the moment she stepped back, you sensed someone else behind you. you turned, and there he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. jena didn’t even notice him for she was rummaging for her jacket.
heeseung’s eyes flicked down to your bag, then back up to you. “you’re heading out already?” he asked, voice low in a way that felt like it filled the entire hallway.
you gulped, “yeah. um… i’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”
and just for a mere second, you saw a tiny, little pout show up on his lips. “shame,” he said softly, “thought you’d stick around a little longer.”
your cheeks warmed immediately. jena cut in while putting on her jacket. “don’t bother her, hee. she has a life,” she muttered. heeseung didn’t look away from you when he replied, “i’m not bothering her. right, yn?”
you didn’t know what to say.
jena sighed dramatically and pulled open the front door. “okay, let’s go before he starts being weird.”
you stepped into your shoes, and jena headed down the steps first while talking about some assignment you both had to finish.
and then you felt it. he’d followed you to the doorway.
“hey,” he said quietly. you turned, heart tight. he stood much closer now. close enough that you could see the faint sleep-crease still pressed into his cheek.
“thanks for… hanging around the house,” he said, scratching lightly behind his ear. “it was… nice.”
it wasn’t only what he said. it was also how he said it — soft, careful, and honest in a way that made your stomach twist.
you nodded once. “yeah. it was,” you gave him a smile. he huffed a little laugh, eyes dropping to the floor then lifting back to you. “maybe next time i’ll actually see you more.”
before you could even process that, jena called from the bottom of the steps. “yn! let’s go!”
you turned to leave, but heeseung moved one step closer, lowering his voice just for you.
“bye, yn.”
you swallowed, whispering, “bye, heeseung,” your voice barely audible, but enough for him to smile like he heard it perfectly.
you followed jena down the stairs, trying to keep your breathing normal. but halfway down, you glanced back. he was still standing in the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other resting against the frame, watching only you.
and his eyes stayed on you, all the way until you turned the corner.
you started coming to the lee house more often after that weekend. partly because jena kept dragging you over for study sessions and movie nights, but also because something about that house pulles you in.
every time you stepped onto the porch, your stomach did that little flip, the one you pretend not to acknowledge. and somehow, every single time you arrived, heeseung was already there, present in a way that felt too intentional to be a coincidence.
the first afternoon you showed up again, jena shouted from the kitchen, "oh, hey! you're early," while rummaging for snacks. you slipped off your shoes quietly, smoothing your hair, trying to act normal.
and then the one and only, heeseung, appeared.
he didn't say anything at first. he just leaned against his doorframe with that stupid half-amused expression he always wore around you now, arms crossed like he'd been expecting this exact moment.
"back again?" he asked, teasing curling around every syllable.
you blinked, trying to your steady your breathing, "jena invited me."
"mm," he hummed, slow like he didn't believe that was the whole reason. then, he eyed you before adding, "you nervous?"
you froze for half a second — just long enough for him to catch it. his smile deepened, lazy and knowing.
"don't worry. i'll be good." he very much would not be.
the next visit wasn't much different.
you walked in with jena, laughing about something trivial. jena went to her room to grab something when you heard thumps coming your way. heeseung appeared again, hair damp form a shower, tank top hugging his figure.
"oh," he said, eyes dragging over you for a beat too long. "hey, pretty."
your eyes widened slightly, "huh?"
he shrugged like it was nothing, wiping at his wet hair, "i said, hey, pretty."
your face went warm immediately, and saw it. of course he saw it, his grin grew full of satisfaction, like he said it just to watch you unravel. this time though, you didn't fully shy away. you nudged him slightly as you passed, muttering, "you look like you just woke up."
his reaction was instant. his eyebrows lifted, smile spreaded, and a spark lit behind his eyes. "oh? she teases back now, huh?"
the teasing only got worse — or better. it depends.
the next time you came over, jena ran upstairs to grab something she forgot, leaving you in the living room alone. you were scrolling on your phone when you felt a presence behind you.
"you really don't get tired of coming here, do you?"
you didn't flinch this time. you didn't step back. you just turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes over your shoulder. "maybe i like the company," you said, soft and careful, but bold enough to make his eyebrows rise.
"jena's company?" he took a step closer.
you hummed, pretending to think, then let your eyes drop to the exposed skin at his collarbone before looking back up.
"hm... sometimes."
his breath caught. actually caught. and the smile he gave you wasn't the usual lazy smirk. it was something darker, warmer. something that showed how he hadn't expected you to push back like that.
"careful," he leaned in closer, mouth close to your ear now. "you're starting to sound like you're flirting, pretty."
you tilted your head, letting your hair fall to one side — and god, the way he looked at your neck made heat crawl up your spine. "maybe i am," you whispered back.
he inhaled slow, like he had to steady himself, and you felt his fingers lightly graze your shoulder.
"don't start something you can't finish."
and for some reason, you knew he wanted you to start it.
later that day, jena forced you and heeseung into the living room to pick a movie. she sat on the floor, legs spread out, scrolling through titles. you and heeseung ended up on the couch behind her. no, not touching, but the two of you were close enough that you could feel the heat of him.
he leaned back, spreading his arm over the back of the couch. "you're being quiet," he said softly, eyes lowering to your lips for a split second.
you didn't look back at him. "maybe i behave when you're around."
he scoffed out a laugh, leaning forward. "pretty, you behave the least when i'm around."
you nudged his thigh with you knee without even thinking, just a little, just enough for him to feel it. he froze, then exhaled a quiet curse under his breath. "fuck, you're gonna kill me."
the teasing should've stopped there, but it didn't. because for the first time since all of this started, you didn't want it to stop even the tiniest bit.
this time, jena had gone to her room again, said she was gonna go look for her charger, leaving you and heeseung alone in the living room with the abandoned movie credits on the screen.
heeseung sat back on the couch, pretending to scroll on his phone, but he wasn't truly paying attention. he kept glancing up at you, admiring you.
you reached to pick up a blanket jena had handed you earlier. you shifted from your position and the sight you created nearly made heeseung lose his mind.
your hair fell over your shoulder, and your shirt slipped just a little off the shoulder. and his eyes dragged up your arm, your neck, your profile, slowly like he was afraid to blink and miss something.
"so, you always stare that much or is it just for me?" you asked.
his phone stopped moving completely. he blinked once, "i wasn't—"
you cut him off. "it's fine," you mumbled, eyes on the tv instead of him. "you're not very subtle."
he inhaled sharply, all the air suddenly punched out of his lungs. "what are you doing?" his voice lowered.
you turned your head just slightly, meeting his eyes for only a second before looking away again. "nothing," you chuckled. "just noticing things."
his smile cracked. "you're really doing this to me?" he whispered.
you hummed and stretched your leg, the movement making your knee slide against his again. "why? is it working?" your eyes met his this time.
he set his phone down without breaking eye contact. you felt the air shift — warm. charged, pulled tight between you. "you have no idea, pretty," he breathed.
you bit back a smile, leaning back like you were perfectly calm depsite the hear between you.
and then you teased him one final time. slowly and knowingly, you reached out and brushed a crumb off his shirt with your fingers, letting them stay just a second too long on his chest before pulling back. "there, thought i'd help."
he actually had to close his eyes for a moment, composing himself. he took a slow breath, frocing it out through his nose. "you know, if you keep doing stuff like that... i'm not gonna able to play nice anymore."
you cocked an eyebrow, "maybe i don't want you to."
his jaw clenched. and right when he was about to say something back—
"hey! i found it!" you heard jena yell from a distance.
heeseung exhaled, leaning back and running a hand over his face. he looked at you like you were about to ruin his entire life.
but deep inside, he loved every second of it.
the week after, you and jena planned yet another sleepover. where? the lee house, of course.
that evening, the sun was already setting when you walked up the familiar path to the house, your tote bag bouncing against your hip. you didn't think twice as you punched in the gate code jena gave you a few weeks ago.
you didn't text to confirm, didn't worry about timing. you had come over dozens of times lately and jena always swung the door open with some chaotic greeting. and today felt no different.
but when you stepped inside, the house was quiet. "jena?" you called out softly.
no answer.
you stepped further in, and a voice sounded from the hallway. "she's not home."
heeseung stood there, leaning against the wall with a lazy tilt plastered on his face. his eyes were already fixed on you as if you were the exact thing he wanted to see.
"extended dance practice," he pushed off the railing and walked down the last step, "she texted me."
you frowned, "she didn't text me."
"yeah," he said, "figured."
there was a pause before he continued, "you can wait here if you want—" he cut himself off. then, almost too casually, he said, "actually... i needed help with something."
you raised a brow, "with what?"
"come with me, pretty," he replied without answering, already heading toward his room. you hesitated for a second, but you followed anyway.
the air grew warmer the closer you got to his room. he pushed the door open and stepped inside, leaving it half-open behind him for you. his room smelled like him — clean laundry, faint cologne, something warm and boyish that settled too easily in your chest. the lighting was soft, the curtains half-drawn, the sunset bleeding inside.
he motioned toward his desk. "was trying to fix something with my speaker, but it keeps glitching. maybe you're good luck," he said.
you stared at him, squinting your eyes. "you should just call a technician, 'cause i cannot do this."
he turned to you, leaning one hand on the dask. "i don't want a technician, though," he said, gaze fixed on you. you looked at him, confused.
he continued, "i want you."
your breath caught. your fingers actually curled against your sides, grounding yourself.
you stepped closer intentionally and he noticed instantly. then, the room felt too warm, too small. "so what's really wrong with the speaker?" you questioned, trying to focus on the object instead of the way he was watching you.
he stepped closer and whispered, "nothing."
he let the silence settle for a beat, then leaned in just a little more.
"you know you're driving me crazy, right, pretty?"
your chest rose with a small breath you couldn't swallow and your heart thudded so loud you swore he could've heard it. "i know," you answered.
the room went still.
heeseung's eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there like he'd been holding himself back for god knows how long. he leaned in a fraction, enough for you to feel the warmth of him and make your breath stutter.
the air between you felt thin and fragile. his fingers twitched at his side, fighting every instinct telling him to close the distance.
you whispered, barely audible, "heeseung..."
he leaned in again, slowly and carefully, wanting to savor the moment before he gave in, his nose brushed yours, just the lightest nudge. you felt his hand lift, hesitating in the air like he was deciding whether to cup your jaw or hold your waist.
but then, a sharp, mettalic clang echoed from outside.
the gates.
heeseung froze, and you too.
the moment snapped like overstretched rubber. "shit," he breathed, stepping back a tiny inch.
your hands had subconsciously curled into his shirt. you didn't realize until he gently eased them off with a soft, shaky laugh — the kind of laugh someone lets out when they're both frustrated and trying not to look too affected.
"she got here faster than i expected," he dragged a hand through his hair.
"i— we should—" you stammered, heat still blooming across your neck.
"yeah," he gulped. "yeah, we should go."
but neither of you moved. not immediately. the room was still thick with what almost happened. he finally forced himself to step away, grabbing a hoodie off his chair and tossing it on like it would somehow conceal the fact he looked breathless.
"act normal," he said, voice low.
"normal," you repeated, "right."
he gave you a glance. he held it a beat too long, biting down a smile he absolutely didn't want you to see.
then, he nodded toward the door, "come on."
you followed him, both of you silently trying to erase the tension from your bodies, smoothing your expressions, straightening your clothes. but every step felt charged, like you could still feel the ghost of ihs breath brushing your lips.
as you stepped outside onto the porch, the gates rattled again.
heeseung nudged your shoulder subtly, a tiny push to remind you to keep it together.
you forced a smile just as jena spotted you. "oh, yn! you're here already."
"yeah. thought practice would end as usual," you said, voice maybe too normal.
"nope," jena laughed. "we got extended today. heeseung told you, right?" she nodded. you opened your mouth, but before you could answer, heeseung spoke, "yeah, she just got here. i told her like— two minutes ago."
you glanced at him. he didn't look at you. but his hand brushed yours for half a second — a touch so subtle that jena didn't notice, but enough to send your heart spiraling.
soon, the three of you sat in the living room like always, but everything felt different. you could feel his gaze the entire time and made your skin prickle.
whenever jena spoke, you nodded along, but every few seconds, you caught heeseung watching you from across the couch. his knee bounced slightly, his thumb dragging slow circled on his own palm.
but slowly and surely, you could feel his self control lessen.
that midnight, the house was silent. again, you laid awake in jena's room for almost an hour, eyes wide open in the dark, replaying the moment over and over again — the way he looked at you, the way you leaned in without thinking, the way your lips hovered so close, your breath mingled with his.
it was impossible to sleep after that.
so you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake jena, and tip-toed outside toward the kitchen hoping a glass of water would calm your heartbeat.
yet the moment you stepped inside, you saw him leaning against the counter, hair messy like he ran his hands through it. he looked up at the sound of your footsteps, and the faintest smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
none of you dared to speak first. there was just a thick, charged silence.
his gaze followed you as you walked to the sink, as you reached for a glass, as you tried not to shake.
finally, he broke the silence, "couldn't sleep again?"
you didn't look at him, "not really."
there was a pause, a long one, and then he hummed like he already knew why. you could feel his eyes, your fingers tightening around the glass.
"you keep thinking about it?"
you gulped and placed your glass down., "thinking about what?"
his quiet laugh came from right behind you. "don't do that, pretty. you know exactly what i'm talking about."
you turned to face him, heart doing that stupid jump it always did around him. he was closer than you thought. his chest almost brushed yours.
"it was nothing," you said, even though the both of you knew it was the biggest like you had ever told.
he tilted his head, seeing straight through the act. "you sure?" he asked. he stepped in the tiniest bit, but it pulled the air right out of your lungs. "cause it didn't feel like nothing."
you were nervous, crazy nervous. and the first thing you could let out your mouth was, "you leaned in first."
that made his smirk change, "but you did too. so we both wanted it."
you didn't deny it, you couldn't.
he moved then, carefully like he didn't want to spook you. his hands lifted, brushing your hip before landing on the counter behind you.
"i'd make you tell me to stop," he murmured, eyes on your lips.
he added, "but i don't think you want me to, pretty."
your heartbeat felt loud in the quiet kitchen. you didn't push him away, didn't say stop. and he understood.
he dipped his head slowly, giving you every second to move or pull back, but you didn't. his nose brushed yours and you felt his smile when you inhaled sharply.
impatient, you spent no time closing the gap between you two. his lips finally connected with yours. he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you flush into him. his lips danced with yours slowly, softly, passionately, and it made your mind spiral.
you pulled away to catch your breath, and he looked at you with a smile, a genuine one.
"i've wanted to do that since the moment i met you," he confessed.
you chuckled, "me too."
you leaned in, meeting your lips with his again. you grasped his shoulders, moaning into the kiss. hearing the sound you made, heeseung groaned and deepened the kiss. it soon became hotter and rougher, full of need.
his tongue traced your bottom lip, asking for access. without thinking twice, you opened your mouth just the slightest bit, and he spent no time shoving his tongue inside your mouth. the kiss became messier, your spit and his mixing.
his palms moved to the back of your thigh. you took in the signal, jumping into his arms. heeseung picked you up like you weighed nothing.
eventually, his legs moved without letting go. he brought the two of you to his room, shutting the door once inside. he placed you on the bed gently, breaking the kiss.
his lips moved to your jaw, then your neck. he planted soft kisses on them, then sucked on the skin and you hissed at the feeling.
he looked up at you, eyes pleading. his hands were on the rim of your tshirt, "may i?" he asked for permission. you couldn't form words, too caught up in the moment. you nodded and he took your tshirt off gently, throwing them carelessly.
and you swore you saw his eyes light up when he figured you didn't wear anything underneath it.
easy access.
he licked his lips before sticking his tongue out and flicked it on one of your buds. you squirmed, "fuck, heeseung—" you cut yourself off with a gasp when he sucked on it.
he let go of it with a pop and he chuckled to himself. "you like that, pretty?" he asked. but before you could even respond, he moved to the other, suckling on it. you moaned at the feeling of his warm mouth around your nipple.
"such perfect tits, baby," he praised as he landed pecks all over your breasts. he fondled them and nibbled on your soft skin, groaning, "could play with them all night."
you felt his calloused fingers run over the rim of your pajama shorts. he slipped his hand inside. and when he left a feather-light touch on your panties, your breath got caught in your throat.
"but your pussy's so wet, it's practically begging for me."
you visibly shivered at his words. "heeseung— please," you cried. his smirk widened, "please what baby? i need you to be specific," he mumbled as he peppered kisses on your stomach. you groaned, acknowledging the fact that he was teasing you.
"please. touch me."
he planted one last kiss right above the waistband of your shorts, "good girl."
he slid them off you, leaving you in your underwear. he spread your legs apart, enough for him to slide his figure between them. "you're soaking through, pretty."
he circled his thumb around your the wet patch, making you throb more underneath his touch. soon after what felt like hours to you, he finally took your underwear off.
"your cunt's so fucking pretty," he complimented, eyes looking at it in awe. he was face to face with it, close enough that you could feel his hot breath fanning over it. without any hesitation, he licked one a long stripe. you arched your back, hand reaching to grip his hair. not pull, not push, just to get a hold.
"so sweet," he murmured, before enveloping your pussy with his mouth.
and god, were you on cloud nine.
you'd never felt a mouth so skilled, he made you see stars. his tongue was lapping you up so messily, his lips now covered in both your slick and his spit.
you tugged on his hair, making him let out a groan, and the sound only made you reel more. "feels so fucking good, seungie!" you whimpered at the feel of his mouth.
he grunted, pulling you closer by the thighs, but also burying his face more deeper. "can't get enough of this pussy, fuck—" his voice was mumbled as he continued to swallow your juices.
you bit your lip to quiet yourself when you remembered jena, your best friend, his sister, wasn't far away.
"don't hide your pretty moans, baby, please," he begged, looking up at you with his doe eyes. you moaned at the sight, satisfying him. as he continued his penetration on you, you quivered and shuddered.
it was rather difficult for heeseung as well. his cock was throbbing, only grazing the material of his sweatpants every now and then. craving pleasure, he started grinding into nothing — into the air. it was little, but he was aching and anything would help.
i mean, you were so good for him, all naked and sprawled on his bed. how could he resist?
soon enough, you could feel a familiar knot in your stomach. "shiitt— i'm so close," you said, legs starting to twitch in his hold.
you started to shake, pleasure now unbearable. but heeseung, he only made it worse (better).
he let go of one of your plush thighs, two fingers slamming inside you in one swift movement as he sucked on your clit.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you received immense pleasure. his fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot you didn't even know exist. everything he did — the feel of his warm mouth engulfing your cunt, his digits shoving in and out, his other hand holding you open for him — it was too much.
but at the same time, it was too good.
your pulse quickened as you felt the need to release, "fuck—! i'm gonna cum— please let me cum," you cried, hips now grinding against his face.
"mmh, shit— cum on my face, baby. please, i need it—"
you cut him off with the most pornographic moan he'd ever heard. you arched your back and pulled his hair as you climaxed. your hips jerked whilst heeseung's hold on you tightened.
he lapped up all your juices, swallowing and not wasting a drop. "taste so good, pretty. best pussy ever," he smirked, standing back up, fingers leaving your cunt. he looked disheveled — his chin was glistening, eyes shining with need, hair messy.
you were too blissed out to respond to him. your breath was heavy, chest rising up and down from the extreme shockwaves you felt.
heeseung bent down to capture his lips with yours again, and you could taste yourself in his mouth.
you pulled away from his mouth, "i wanna make you feel good, too, seung," you mumbled, words unclear but he heard it all. he chuckled at your state. "you can do that next time, pretty, i wanna focus on you tonight."
you nodded at his words, making his smile widen. "do you have a condom, baby?" he asked, suddenly remembering. you stirred, "i'm on the pill," you reassured which made his eyes shine. he quickly straightened and took off his top, along with his other garments. you nearly drooled at the sight — his abs were toned, and his cock was thick, long, and flushed at the tip.
he caught you staring, "like what you see?" he laughed lightly. you blinked, pulling you out of your thoughts. you breathed, "i—i don't think it'll fit..." you bit your lip.
"i'll make it fit."
his firm voice made you gulp. he caressed your hip, "i want you to ride me, baby. can you do that?" he asked for consent.
you were unsure of yourself, but you imagined him under you, and you answered, "mhm."
without further ado, he sat beside you and pulled you to sit atop him. you lined him up against your entrance, still hesitant. heeseung noticed, "you okay, pretty?" he held onto your waist, massaging it. "'m a bit scared," you mumbled.
"you can do it, just take it slowly, mkay?" his voice was gentle. you nodded at his words.
you started sinking down on him. the stretch was intense, making you whimper. "mm, fuck—" you whispered as he split you open.
he hissed at the feeling of your hole enveloping him, even though it was barely halfway. you continued to take him in, his cock going deeper than you thought it'd be.
when he was finally buried to the hilt, you moaned along with him. you could feel him in your stomach, twitching. "so tight, pretty—fuck," he voice was strained.
you took a moment to breath before starting to grind slowly. and almost immediately, heeseung's grip on your waist tightened. your breath hitched at the depth of his cock. "eungh— so deep—!" you sped up your movements.
heeseung threw his head back onto the headboard, starting to pant. he then lifted his hands off your waist and grasped your tits. he launched forward and stimulated your breasts, kneading and suckling on them. you gasped and clenched around him, making him let go of your tits with a loud moan.
"do that again," he ordered.
and just like he told you, you tightened around him again, earning a groan from him, "good fucking girl." you bit your bottom lip at the look at him — messy and full of pleasure under you.
just how you imagined.
you started bouncing on him, hands on his chest to keep balance. heeseung clenched his teeth at the feeling of your tight cunt around his length. he started to buck upwards himself, searching for further pleasure.
his room began feeling hotter from the heat of both your bodies. you held onto his shoulders for support. "shit—" heeseung cut himself off with a gasp.
you swallowed a lump in your throat, thighs now aching. your movements slowed, "my legs hurt, seungie," you whined at the pain. heeseung pouted, making eye contact with you, "aw, is my pretty girl tired?" he questioned. you nodded and he continued, "let me do the work for you, then."
without letting go and sliding out of you, he flipped you over. you laid on your back now as he hovered above you, splitting your legs open.
he thrusted in and out of you in a slow pace at first, "feels better, baby?" he cocked an eyebrow. "so much better," you moaned, and heeseung took that as a sign that he could go faster.
he started to move quicker, making you whimper uncontrollably. "seungie— so big!" you said, making him smirk at the boost of confidence.
"i know, baby. i can see my cock right here," he placed a hand on your stomach. you looked down to see the outline of his cock right under your belly button, which made you dizzy.
he continued to pound himself into you, the angle resulting in him being deeper than before. you nearly shouted as his tip hit your crevix. you pulled him down by the back of his neck, and pressed a kiss against his lips.
he kissed you back, sliding his tongue inside your mouth with ease. this time, the kiss was filthier. the two of you let go, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
"ngh— faster, please," you moaned out, making heeseung raise an eyebrow. "you sure, baby?" he questioned in concern. "please," you whined desperately, glancing up at him with the most pleading eyes he's ever seen.
"fuck, you're gonna be the death of me."
he propped himself up and pulled you closer by your thighs. he held them open and started to drive himself into you relentlessly. you bit your lip to compress your sounds, but they ended up falling out anyway. "you make the prettiest sounds ever, baby," he whispered.
"heeseung—" you gasped, jerking under him. "feels too good!"
"yeah? such a good girl taking my big cock," he said. his head was thrown back and his abs tensed every time he pushed into you. he looked tousled, yet so attractive.
heeseung scrunched his eyebrows as he let out a groan, "'m close, pretty. you there with me?" he said, out of breath. you couldn't form words, "mhm," you mumbled.
the room was hot, the sounds of your skin slapping onto his covering it. "gonna cum, seungie—!" you ragged, fingers grasping onto the sheets beside you for dear life.
"shit, cum for me, pretty. cum all over my cock," his dirty words sent you over the edge. you arched your back and let out a loud moan as you came. heeseung continued sliding in and out of you, reaching his own orgasm.
"mm... fuck, i'm gonna cum— can i cum inside you, pretty? shit! pleasepleaseplease," he started whimpering, and you decided to play with him.
"you wanna shoot your load in me, seungie?" your voice was seductive, practically asking him for it. he nodded quickly as his legs started to shake, "yeah, fuck— wanna fill you up."
you didn't answer, and it only made him less patient. "shit—" he took a long breath, "ngh! please, baby, pleaaaaseee!" he bit his bottom lip.
"go ahead, baby," you allowed him.
when he felt you clench around his shaft, he lost it. he groaned, "thankyouthankyouthankyou— yn, fuuckkk!" as he shot his load inside you with one last thrust. you sighed when you felt his cock twitch and released its liquid, filling your insides. both your chests were heaving after the release.
he limped, let go of your thighs, and landed on top of you. your pulled him in and hugged him. "thank you, seungie," you said. he gave a nod and circled his arms around your waist, returning the hug.
after composing himself, heeseung propped himself up on his hands, body hovering yours. you looked at your body and whined, "so sticky."
he blinked, "oh— let me clean you up, pretty." he stood and walked over to a cabinet, grabbing a towel. he cleaned your body from sweat, wiped your cunt, and landed a kiss on your cheek. he put on his clothes and grabbed extra for you to use, putting them on you.
you'd never felt so much care from a man.
afterwards, he laid beside you, engulfing you in a hug. you were tucked against him, your head resting on his chest, his arm curved securely around your waist. his heartbeat was steady beneath your ear.
for a while, neither of you said anything.
his thumb traced absent, lazy circles along your arm. his breathing gradually evened out, deep and steady, and you matched it without realizing.
"hey," he murmured eventually, voice softer than you'd ever heard it. you shifted just enough to look up at him. his eyes were half-lidded, watching you like he was making sure you were real.
"are you okay?" he asked.
you nodded, the smallest smile tugging at your lips. "yeah, i am. are you?"
he let out a short breath that sounded like a laugh, but wasn't quite one. "yeah, just... didn't expect tonight to end like this," he said. you hummed, nestling closer to him, "me neither."
his arm tightened around you a little, protective without trying. "not in a bad way, though," he added quickly. "just thought i'd spend another night messing with you."
that made your chest ache.
you traced a slow line along his collarboone, not seductive, but thoughtful. "well, you weren't very good at pretending," you joked. he smiled at that, eyes dropping to your face, "yeah, neither were you."
another quiet stretch passed. he shifted slightly, propping himself up just enough to look at you properly. his expression changed.
"yn," the way he said your name made your breath get caught in your throat. "can i say something?" and you nodded, signalling him to go ahead.
he swallowed, thumb stilling on your arm like he was gathering courage. "i've liked you since the first time you walked into this house." he let out a quiet breath, "and yeah, i flirted, and teased, and pushed. but it wasn't just because it was fun."
your heart started pounding again, slower but deeper.
"i kept thinking i'd get over it," he continued. "that it'd pass. that you were just jena's best friend. off limits, like she said," his jaw tightened brifely, then softened. "but every time you came over, it got worse. the way you looked at me, the way you started teasing back. i couldn't stop thinking about you."
you felt heat behind your eyes, unexpected and overwhelming.
he brushed his forehead against yours. "i don't know what this would turn into. but i know i don't want to pretend anymore. i like you. a lot," he admitted quietly.
you lifted your head just enough to meet his eyes, your hand resting over his chest where his heart beat steady and sure.
"i've liked you too," you said softly. "i just didn't think you'd feel the same."
his smile was small but genuine, relief washing over his face like something finally unclenched. "yeah?"
you nodded lightly, "yeah."
he then pulled you back into him, tighter this time, like he was afraid you might slip away if he didn't hold on. you fit against him easily, naturally, like the teasing and tension had been leading here all along.
"guess we're in trouble," he mumbled into your hair.
you chuckled, closing your eyes. "maybe."
that night, you and heeseung fell asleep without meaning to.
sometime after the room went quiet and the adrenaline finally drained from your body, your eyes started feeling heavy. he murmured something half-asleep that you couldn't quite catch, and pressed a lazy kiss into your hair before drifting off too.
by the time the morning crept in through the curtains, the two of you were tangled together.
you smiled before you could stop yourself.
and then, the door creaked open.
"oh."
you froze. your eyes turned just in time to see jena standing in the doorway, still half-asleep, hair a mess, wearing one of her oversized hoodied. her gaze dropped from your face, to the arm around you, and to the very obvious way you were curled into her brother.
your body went cold. "jena—" you whispered, scrambling slightly, trying to sit up.
heeseung didn't let go. if anything, his arm tightened around your waist, anchoring you against him. he lifted his head lazily from the pillow, blinking once before looking at his sister.
"morning," he mumbled calmly.
you stared at him like he lost his mind. jena, on the other hand, corssed her arms and sighed, completely unimpressed. "i knew it, you two couldn't behave for one more night," she said flatly.
your face burned, "it's not—"
heeseung shifted beside you, chin resting on your shoulder now, voice low and reassuring. "relax, pretty. she's not surprised."
jena shot him a look, "don't act smug. i warned you."
then, her gaze softened slightly as it moved back to you. "i... wanted to see if you're okay," she gave a little smile. you nodded, "yeah. i um— i didn't expect—"
"me neither," she cut in, then huffed. "but honestly? i saw this coming from a mile away."
she stepped into the room, "just don't let him mess around with you, okay? he's insufferable."
before you could respond, heeseung spoke up, tone firm but calm. "i'm not playing, jen," he confessed. that got her attention. jena looked at him properly now, eyebrows lifting, "oh?"
he tightened his hold on you slightly, thumb brushing slow, grounding circled into your side. "i like yn. genuinely."
there was a beat of silence.
then, jena rolled her eyes, "gross." she turned toward the door, "whatever, i'm gonna go make coffee and pretend i didn't see any of this. don't be loud," and the door closed behind her.
you let out the breath you'd been holding, collapsing back against him. "i thought i was gonna pass out," you sighed. he laughed softly, the sound vibrating against your back, "you did great."
you turned in his arms to face him, eyes still wide. "you were way too calm about that," you rolled your eyes. he shrugged, smiling you in that soft, unguarded way he only used now. "why wouldn't i be?"
he brushed his thumb along you cheek. "can i ask you someting?" he murmured. "mhm," you hummed.
"can i do this properly now?" he asked. "like— actually call you mine? take you on dates and stuff, not playing around at my house."
your heart swelled, warmth blooming in your chest.
"yeah," you answered. "i want that."
his smile was immediate — bright and relieved. he leaned in and kissed you slowly, tender and unhurried, like you had all the time in the world. it wasn't heated or rushed. it was lips fitting together easily, a promise that anything else.
"i heard that!" jena shouted from the living room.
you both let go and burst into laughter, forehead dropping against his as he groaned dramatically. "she's never going to let us live this down," you said. he kissed your cheek, smile still wider than ever.
— chapter summary | At the height of all the tension circulating around you, Yoongi decides to steal you away from the city, providing you both the perfect escape that you needed.
— title: Carousel | pairings: Min Yoongi x female reader | genre: CEO!Yoongi, Arranged Marriage!AU, smut, angst
— ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; involves delicate themes related to arranged marriage, family legacy, alcohol consumption, grief. This chapter also includes sexual tension, kissing (lots of it), and lots of flirting because Yoongi is a mood.
— word count: 5,970 words
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— chapter drop date: Dec 22nd, 2025 | main masterlist | mailbox | feedback | ko-fi | patreon | series taglist
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝟷𝟹. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢
By some miracle, Yoongi never found out about your little adventure that night.
You barely made it to arrive home before he did, and he was too exhausted and distraught to notice that you were welcoming him with the same outfit you wore when you left home that day to visit him in his office.
The next day, Yoongi appeared to be agitated. While he refused to share what was bothering him, Yoongi still chose to spend the day by staying home with you, keeping his promise to make up for cancelling the lunch date and for leaving right after dinner the night before.
He did as much as he could to hide it, to show that he was all in to enjoy his time alone with you. Yet you could still tell that something was bothering him.
You kept finding him getting lost in his own world whenever he thought you wouldn’t notice, like how he fell silent when he sat down with you during mealtime or when he had a faraway look in his eyes while you were watching a movie together in the TV room.
His puzzling mood and actions didn’t stop there.
Yoongi continued to become distant for the next few days after that little break. His working hours grew longer, and while it never stopped him from sparing a few minutes to greet you warmly with a smile and soft kisses on your cheeks each time he came home from work, you could feel his exhaustion surging heavily through his body whenever you were with him.
Something was happening. You could feel it.
Your curiosity about what he was hiding and concern over Yoongi’s well-being are starting to take over your mind, pushing away any thought you had of your secret meeting with Jungkook and the hacker. You know that there are still some questions that need to be answered, and there are things that you need to do to help your new friends, but you have become more fixated on finding out what was wrong with your husband to do your part of the deal.
When Friday night came after seeing no change in Yoongi’s actions, you decided to get your answers.
So you prepared dinner and waited for him to return home from work, hoping that sitting down with him with a home-cooked meal would eventually help him to open up about what had been troubling him for days. Only for Yoongi to steal that chance and beat you up to it by expressing his wishes instead.
By asking you to pack up your things without giving you any chance to question him about it.
“Why don’t we go away this weekend? Just the two of us. Let’s have our honeymoon a bit early and go far away where we don’t have to worry about work, or our meddling families, and enjoy our time together. We can leave early morning tomorrow, I can take a week's leave so we can have a long break and we’ll return the next weekend so we can both have some time to recuperate before going back to our daily routine.”
The sudden offer had sounded so silly. Yet Yoongi still made it happen when the next day came, and you find yourself sitting by his side in his fancy private jet, heading to a location somewhere across the globe which Yoongi still keeps as a secret.
“It’s supposed to be a surprise, remember? Somehow, I have a feeling that you’ll absolutely love it once we’re there,” was all that he said to you before the plane departed, when you tried to ask him about the destination and how long the flight would be.
So you are left with no other choice but to relax during the flight, and enjoy a moment of calmness, where you are able to forget for a moment about all the turmoil you are leaving behind.
The same cannot be said about Yoongi, however. The man may seem calm, but you can feel his facade slipping away within the first hour of your flight. You keep finding him getting lost in his thoughts, sometimes looking far away in his silence. Other times, he is tense, as if the weight of his responsibility still follows him wherever he goes.
But for some reason, even while his mind is busy wandering somewhere else, Yoongi continues to hold your hand in his. As if your touch serves as an anchor keeping him in the present. You turn to look at him when he starts rubbing his thumb at the back of your hand absentmindedly while his eyes are looking straight into space. There is no distress written on his face, but you can still sense the turmoil circling inside his head, coming out of him in waves despite his silence.
“Yoongi,” you carefully whisper to get his attention, your heart sinking when you realise that you aren’t succeeding.
Whatever it is that’s been weighing his mind is too strong for you to break.
Refusing to give up, you give it another try. You carefully lace your fingers through his, while placing your free hand on top of his, engulfing his hand with your touch, and quietly watch in fascination as his jaw slowly relaxes and the constricted lines on his face begin to soften upon the contact of your skin.
“Yoongi—”
This time, your voice manages to pull him back, away from his thoughts. He blinks his eyes slowly and lets out a soft sigh before he then turns to look at you, a thin, regretful smile plastered on his face.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Tightening his hold on your hand, he brings it to his lips for a kiss. “Something wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Tired? Bored?”
Laughing softly, you merely shake your head. “I’m the one who should be asking you,” you say this while stroking the back of his hand. “Something has been bothering you lately, hasn’t it? You’ve been so distant, and I’m not just talking about today.”
Yoongi’s gaze softens when he smiles, yet it doesn’t seem enough to hide the way he grows tense the moment you bring up the way he has been acting lately. Instead of answering you, he brings your hand up once again to his lips, turning it over so he can kiss your wrist this time.
“Forgive me if I haven’t been paying much attention to you,” he apologises, “It was never my intention to make you feel neglected. There are just some work matters that I still can’t get my mind off, but I promise to focus on you—on us—and our time together once we land.”
Looking into his eyes, an indescribable wave of emotion runs through you. Before you realise what you are doing, you reach up to cup his cheek with your free hand, brushing his skin gently while keeping your gaze locked on his.
“What is it? Does it have anything to do with our sudden honeymoon?” you tentatively ask him, as you are still wondering why he suddenly chose to whisk you away from home when he was supposed to be dealing with such important matters at work. “You know that you can talk to me about anything, don’t you?”
Yoongi remains quiet for a moment, simply looking back into your eyes as if he is trying to read your mind. Then a sigh slips out of his lips and you can feel him slowly relaxing. “I know,” he says with a small smile. “But I can’t let it get in the way of us enjoying our time together. I will share with you everything once we get back from our trip. For now, I just want to focus on our honeymoon and not think of anything else.”
There is something that he is not telling you, that much is clear, judging from his response. Yet you realise that there is nothing that you can do to force the truth out of him. Not at this moment, at least, when you still need to win his trust.
“All right, if that’s what you think would be best,” you respond to him with a smile. “It’s just that I hate seeing you looking so troubled these days. It makes me worried when I have no idea how to help.”
Your words render him silent. For a brief moment, time seems to stop. Neither of you makes a move to look away, keeping your eyes locked with one another while your hands are still entwined—as if neither of you is willing to break this moment. Then, without saying a word, Yoongi suddenly begins to lean forward, getting closer and closer, not stopping until your lips come together in a soft, hesitant kiss.
The touch of his lips feels gentle and cautious against yours, but you can feel something else emerging as you slowly return the kiss—a feeling of longing. He doesn’t give you any chance to react to it or get a grasp of what it is that you are feeling when he suddenly pulls away before the kiss gets any deeper.
“Try to rest,” he whispers against your lips, and then briefly returns to leave a chaste kiss that steals your voice when you try to speak. “You’ll need it, as we won’t be landing until at least seven more hours.”
Still speechless and nearly breathless from the kiss, you can only nod your head to respond. Yoongi kisses the back of your hands before letting you go, allowing you to lean back in your seat so you can find a way to relax through the rest of the flight.
“You should rest too. You’ve been working too hard lately,” you softly murmur to him as your eyes begin to grow heavy, which Yoongi only responds to with a gentle kiss on your temple.
“I will,” he says, murmuring against your skin. The simple gesture brings more warmth to your chest that makes you feel like you are wrapped under a fuzzy blanket, warm and comfortable enough that it doesn’t take long before you are pulled into a deep slumber.
It isn’t until a short moment before the pilot announces that the plane is about to land when Yoongi wakes you up with another kiss on your temple.
You feel slightly lethargic when you force your eyes open, but you soon find yourself awake when you look out the window and see the warm sunlight filtering through the window and the wonderful sight of the clear blue ocean spread down below. Soon after, the plane lands smoothly, and you step out of the aircraft while embracing the warm breeze welcoming you, elevating the warmth that you still feel inside your chest.
It was a short few hours before dawn even arrived when you first boarded the private jet, and the sky was still dark in Seoul when the plane took off. With the time difference, you are welcomed by the afternoon sun that feels heavenly on your skin and body after being stuck on such a long flight.
But it’s the excitement you feel after finding out where you are that elevates your joy further, causing Yoongi to laugh when you let out a joyful squeal upon stepping onto the tarmac.
“Surprise,” he says with a deep chuckle. The relieved look on his face becomes a welcome change after the tense and agitated look that he has been wearing since you left home. Seeing it only adds to the joy you feel as you look around.
“How did you know?” you question him as you cling onto his arm when he begins to escort you towards the car waiting at the side of the tarmac. “Either you’ve been reading my mind, or you’ve been stalking my browser history. I’ve always wanted to go to the Maldives.”
Yoongi merely listens to you rambling happily with a smile on his face. Opening the car door for you, he turns to look at you and says, “I have my ways to find out everything about you, love.”
As the car takes you away across the island, heading straight to the resort where you will be staying this weekend with your husband, you cannot resist looking out the window to enjoy the beautiful view—the blue sky above that is slowly turning into a warmer hue as the day is closing to its end, the beautiful scenery appearing around you, and the sight of the clear blue ocean peeking from the distance, with its clear waves and the spread of white sand.
You are so in awe with what you see that you don’t realize how hard you are clutching Yoongi’s hand which he has resting on your lap.
But the beauty that you witness along the way is nothing compared to what is waiting for you at your final destination—the private resort that Yoongi had prepared for this honeymoon trip.
The private resort villa is part of a villa complex located right up on a small hill at the end of the road. A familiar-looking family emblem marks its front gate, adjoined by a different emblem that you assume to be something that belongs to the resort.
Entering the lavish property, you are presented with more exquisite sights appearing around you. But you pay little attention to the small villas and bungalows that the car passes by as it drives further into the property, until your eyes are drawn to the beautiful structure rising between the green hedges and trees, right at the end of the brightly paved driveway—a white-shingled cabin standing against a small rocky cliff, set facing what seems to be a secluded beach at its front, further away from the beach connected to the other villas within the property.
The car drives into the private lane leading towards the villa, before stopping right in front of it, where young gentlemen wearing suits with the same emblem that you saw at the front gate imprinted on their pockets.
As you step out of the car and walk up the front landing, your gaze moves towards the set of double doors at the front which is wide open, giving you a clear view across the living space inside. From here, you can see all the way to the glass doors at the back that show you a sweeping 180-degree view of the private beach and clear blue ocean, all for the two of you to savor.
“I take it this place is yours?” you whisper to Yoongi the moment he joins you.
Your husband simply grins, before taking your hand and slipping it around his elbow so he can escort you into the villa while the staff members are taking care of your luggage.
“In a way, it is. One of our branch companies runs this resort together with a local magnate who is a close affiliate of ours. He owns the land on which the resort is built, while we own the majority of the business,” Yoongi calmly explains as he takes you into the villa, “This villa, specifically, is part of the property that personally belongs to me.”
Surprised, you turn to look at Yoongi with wide eyes, while he simply chuckles. “I’m serious. Made it official the first week after our wedding, right after I made up my mind to take you to this place the moment I’d have the chance to.”
Laughing softly, you shake your head at him in disbelief. “How charming,” you gently tease him, while trying to remain composed despite your astonishment at knowing how far Yoongi would be willing to go just to please you.
While Yoongi remains on the ground floor to tend to the attendant who came by from the resort’s management to greet him, you follow a friendly female staff as she escorts you to your bedroom—the honeymoon suite placed on the second floor. A pair of French wooden doors similar looking to the one you saw at the front entrance of the villa welcomes you. The female staff gently opens the doors widely for you to enter.
“Your bags and belongings should be sent up in a moment,” she says with a smile, and you briefly share your gratitude for her service.
Soon, the female staff leaves you be, allowing you the chance to take a closer look at the interiors and the beautiful view outside through the glass doors. Drawn by the scenery, you walk across the private seating area and open the glass doors to reach the balcony.
This part of the villa is set facing straight towards the ocean. Without stepping out onto the balcony, you already get a clear view of the clear waters and the contrasting sight of the warm afternoon sky with the receding golden sun reflected on the ocean.
Down below, you can see the crashing waves reaching out onto the spread of white sand below, the melodic sound of the waves feels calming to your ears and it feels soothing just by listening to it. Breathing in the scent of the ocean, you look far ahead, catching the shadows of sailboats bobbing in the distance.
How peaceful, you wonder, as you lean against the doorway.
A serene feeling surges through you as you continue to watch the beautiful scenery before you in awe, all while doing your best to look anywhere but the queen-sized bed that fills the other side of the suite, dominating the space that it makes you flustered even when you only get to look at it through the adjoining balcony doors.
Trying not to think much of it, you close your eyes and enjoy the rhythmic sound of the waves coming from below. A deep exhale of breath escapes your lips at the sense of calmness that warms your chest. But then your brief moment of peace and quiet is broken when you sense a movement coming from behind you.
Turning around, you find Yoongi standing in the middle of the living room, right in the middle of shrugging off his suit jacket, showing hints of the faint ripples of his back muscles through the white T-shirt that he has been wearing underneath. You find yourself getting captivated by his movement, unable to tear your eyes away from him, not even when he looks over his shoulder to catch your gaze.
“Like what you see?” he asks with a sick playful grin on his face, causing your cheeks to grow warm.
Giving him a bashful smile, you lightly shake your head. “If you’re talking about the scenery, then yes, I do like what I’m seeing.”
Your response earns a deep chuckle from Yoongi. You can also hear him humming in a teasing tone before saying, “Of course, you do. But you do know that I don’t mind showing you more if you’d like.”
Hearing this makes your cheeks grow even warmer. Instead of answering him, you simply reach out your hand to him. “It’s warm out here, and the breeze is really refreshing. Join me?”
With a smile on his face, Yoongi tosses his jacket away onto the sofa and walks over. He takes your hand as he joins you out on the balcony, his warmth and the musky scent of his cologne envelope you as he pins you against the railing, holding you close from behind.
You are quite sure that by standing in this position, he would be able to feel and hear the way your heart is racing in your chest. And there is no doubt that he can easily catch your gaze as you are continuously drawn towards the sight of the bed that is visible through the adjacent windows, the scattered petals of white roses spread on top of its cover clearly seen from where you are, a welcome treat from the resort meant for you and your husband.
“I can sleep in another room if you are uncomfortable about sharing the bed,” Yoongi whispers, confirming your thoughts about him catching your straying wary gaze.
“It’s fine. There’s really no need for you to do such a thing,” you answer with a soft whisper, as you already have your mind made up about the sleeping arrangement. Resting your hand over his strong arm that is wrapped around your waist, you glance over your shoulder to say, “I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to spend our honeymoon in separate rooms. Weren’t you the one who wished for our marriage to proceed just like anyone else’s?”
A wry, yet somewhat warm, smile rises on Yoongi’s face. “You’re right. That’s exactly what I proposed for us,” he says with a soft hum.
He falls silent for a brief moment, thinking deeply, while you relish the warmth that he is giving you as he tightens his hold around your waist. Just as you are beginning to get lost in the moment, Yoongi gently turns you around until you are facing him.
“I want to apologize once again for not paying much attention to you for the past few days. I’ve promised to take care of you, and yet—” He sighs, looking troubled as he reflects on the way he has been acting lately, “Seems like I’ve been neglecting you instead due to having my mind filled with problems at work.”
You tilt your head, feeling even more curious that you cannot help but ask him again, “Is that the reason why you decided to fly me all the way to this place all of a sudden? To make it up?”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “That was partly my intention. But most of all, I just wanted to spoil you in every way that I could. You deserve it.”
Ignoring the flutters rising in your chest, you reach up to cup his cheeks. “You’ve done so much for me already, Yoongi,” you whisper softly, almost failing to speak at all with how much your own words are weighing down your chest. “You’ve taken care of me so well, I’m not even sure I can allow myself to ask for anything else when I haven’t done much in return.”
“Well, actually—” he starts to speak, yet stops himself before he can say more. Smiling to himself, he only shakes his head and says, “Never mind. Just don’t think that you can’t ask anything from me. Remember that, okay?”
“Yeah, all right. I’ll remember,” you promise him with a small voice, his kindness only driving the guilt residing in your chest to bury itself deeper. But your answer seems to be enough for him, as Yoongi lets out a soft sigh and leans down to kiss your lips.
Unlike the gentle, tentative kiss that he gave you back when the flight had just recently taken off and the chaste kisses he kept teasing you with during the rest of the long flight, this kiss quickly grows deeper. His lips linger just a bit longer on yours, swallowing the sound of your soft gasps, while his hands reach down to your waist, catching you just as your body starts to sway.
He pulls you in until you are pressed against his chest, catching you by surprise. He uses the brief moment when he finds your walls crumbling, too caught off guard to keep it up, and grazes your bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission from you to let him in. With a moan, you part your lips for him, giving him the chance to deepen the kiss. He presses harder against your lips before his tongue slips in, brushing itself against yours. You return his kiss by sucking on his soft lips, drawing a soft, deep moan from him, before he slowly pulls away.
Your head is spinning, and both of you are breathless when you come apart. The sound of your racing heartbeat blocks everything else around you, though you can still feel the way his chest trembles with each deep breath he takes.
Yoongi closes his eyes briefly, taking a moment to catch his breath before he softly whispers against your lips, “Why don’t you go freshen up and get some rest while you can? I’m sure you’re still tired from the long flight.”
His words are sweet, yet you are having trouble focusing on what he is saying when he remains close, his nose grazing on yours as he speaks, “I’m going to go back downstairs for a little bit and see if I can have our dinner sent a bit earlier, and maybe ask for some wine too to help us loosen up. What do you think?”
Shaking your head, you force yourself to focus. With a smile, you brush your lips across his jawline and leave a soft kiss on his lips. “Okay,” you whisper to him, before taking a step back from his embrace, forcing him to reluctantly let you go.
With a small smile on his face, he nods and turns away to leave the honeymoon suite, leaving you standing hazily on the balcony with the warmth of his kiss still lingering on your lips.
The rest of the day flows and ends too quickly.
Once the two of you were done settling in, Yoongi took you strolling down the beach that was connected to the other part of the resort area to enjoy the view of the sunset. He also shared everything about the resort—how his company became affiliated with the owners of the property, and how he managed to strike the deal to build the resort and then run the business together with the locals.
By the time the sky began to grow darker, Yoongi had the staff set up a dinner table for two on the balcony of your suite so you could enjoy the evening view while savouring the simple meal that had been prepared for you.
The food was marvellous, yet you quickly traded your second glass of wine with a cup of camomile tea to help you relax after the long journey while he settled with a glass of malt whisky.
Soon, the night comes, and everything you have done all afternoon to ignore the large bed waiting in the bedroom suite becomes futile. Although your uneasiness no longer matters now, as spending the past few hours with Yoongi has helped ease your worries about having to share the same bed with your husband for the first time since your wedding day.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
Standing on the side of the bed, already wearing his sleeping attire for the night—a soft white cotton shirt and a pair of satin pyjama pants—that he deemed appropriate to wear for the first night he is spending with you, Yoongi questions your invitation once again as if he isn’t sure if you had truly meant it. You can sense his wariness as he stands there, waiting for your answer, while doing his best to keep his gaze from straying down the silky nightgown that you are wearing and forcing himself to keep his eyes on your face instead.
Holding back a smile, you lean back against the pillows and take your time answering. Yoongi narrows his eyes, realising that you are doing it deliberately to tease him when he is trying his best to be chivalrous. You can tell that it amuses him, and you find yourself enjoying the reactions that he has been giving you since the moment you suggested for him to stay.
At first, Yoongi had only entered the bedroom to bid you goodnight and grab an extra pillow so he could sleep on the sofa tonight, giving you the privacy and comfort of the bed so you could rest well, only for you to stop him and insist that he could join you on the bed instead.
“What do you mean? Of course, it’s okay,” you insist, even if it had been you who felt wary about sharing the bed at first.
“This is your villa, and this is your bed. It’s our honeymoon and I’m your wife, and I’d like to share this bed with my husband,” you continue, regardless of how warm your cheeks feel when you say these words. Reaching out your hand, you beckon him to grab it as you invite him to join you, “Come here and sleep next to me?”
A melodic chuckle comes out of him when he finally takes your hand, holding it gently as he carefully climbs onto the bed to lie next to you.
Moments later, you are lying sideways and facing each other. While you are tucked underneath the comforter, Yoongi chooses to lie on top of it, still cautious about eliminating the distance between the two of you. Yet, you are still painfully aware of his presence. It’s hard not to. This would be the first time you are in such close proximity with your husband since you got married, and in such an intimate setting that makes your skin tingle.
“What are you thinking right now?” Yoongi asks you once he notices your silence.
“I’m thinking about a lot of things, actually, and how everything feels like a dream,” you answer with a sigh. Shifting slightly to get more comfortable, you look him in the eyes before continuing, “This place, you, us, the beautiful dinner that we had while listening to the calming sound of the waves, the magnificent wine and Bowmore, and that beautiful shell necklace you bought me earlier while we were watching the sunset.”
Yoongi laughs. “I figured it would be fitting to give you a shell necklace rather than diamonds while we were out strolling down the beach.”
Your smile grows as you recall the way he rushed towards a local vendor which he found at the edge of the beach to buy you the necklace. It was a simple gesture, yet it feels special looking back, when you think about how spontaneous it was.
“I loved it. I loved everything,” you gently say to him, and his gaze softens. “I had a splendid time today. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“It’s a relief to know that you’re enjoying our time here already. But this is only the first day,” he says with an exaggerated sigh, “Now I have to figure out how to top that for the next six days.”
You cannot help but laugh at his comment. “You’ll do good, Yoongi. I know you’ll never disappoint me.”
Something flashes in his eyes when he hears what you are saying. “I truly hope that I’ll never disappoint you in the future,” he says with a hum, a thin smile grows on his face when he asks, “Do you regret coming on this trip with me? For being with me like this tonight?”
“No, of course not,” you immediately answer him, only to have the same doubts circling your thoughts. Your insecurity sets heavily in your chest when you recall a past event that has been lingering in your mind without you realising it, and you start questioning him before you can stop yourself, “Do you wish you were here with someone else instead of me?”
You quickly regret it the moment the question slips out of you. The heavy feeling, added with the fear of knowing the answer, has you biting your lips. But you can still catch the way Yoongi’s eyes move to your lips, and how they slowly grow darker right before he finds your eyes again.
Gently, he reaches out to touch your chin, and starts brushing his fingers on your cheek as he guides you to look at him in the eyes as he whispers, “Absolutely not. Why would I be thinking of anyone else when I have you with me?”
His answer leaves you speechless, stunned to silence while your heart starts racing in your chest. Before you can even think of a response to say to him, Yoongi leans forward, placing a hand on your waist to pull you closer, then captures your lips in the warmest, and most innocent, kiss. He pulls away for a brief moment, as if giving you a chance to push him away. When you do no such thing, he returns, pressing his lips on yours for a longer, and much deeper, kiss.
Your body arches into his embrace as you melt into the kiss, and your hands reach up around him to hold him even closer. Your fingers soon bury themselves deep between his soft locks as you deepen the kiss, and he takes this chance to shift and push you onto your back so that he is now on top of you.
His warmth feels scorching hot in your body, yet comforting at the same time with the way he engulfs you with his whole body.
His touch feels sinful yet soothing at the same time as he runs his hands down your waist, keeping you steady just as you begin to tremble under his weight.
His searing kiss feels sinful, taking and demanding, swallowing every sound that you are making, and stealing your breath away. Your lips continue to mould together with his, tongues pursuing each other with hunger, while your body seems to fit like pieces of puzzles, even with the soft covers coming in between as a barrier.
His chest rumbles with his deep growl when you brush your chest against his. You feel his grip tightening on your hips for a moment, before he pulls his hands away, burying his fingers into the covers instead in his desperate need to hold himself back. But then, as you are both lost in the heated kiss, his body moves in the same rhythm as his lips—his hips begin to rock against yours, bucking forward until you can feel his hard bulge grazing against your center, and everything comes to an abrupt halt.
With a long, deep sigh, Yoongi breaks away from the kiss. His breath is ragged and heavy, just as much as yours. As if he is still reluctant to let you go, he leans down, pressing his lips at the pulse rising on the side of your neck, making you shiver, while he struggles to calm himself down.
Your skin is still flushed with heat, your mind is hazy from the blissful fog, and your heartbeat is still racing rapidly along with your ragged breath, yet the reality of what had just happened is already beginning to sink in.
Noticing the way you are slowly growing self-aware of the situation, Yoongi shifts his weight and drops down beside you. He leaves a gentle kiss on your cheek as if helping to clear your mind a little, then brushes the tip of his nose against yours as he whispers, “Go to sleep, _______, before I completely lose control over myself.”
With a sigh, you fight to gather your composure and open your eyes. With a trembling hand, you reach out to cup his cheek and lean in to give him a chaste kiss in return. “You should sleep too, and promise that you won’t leave the moment I fall asleep,” you whisper with a small smile, which he quickly returns with a nod. “Goodnight, Min Yoongi.”
As the tension in your body eases and you grow lax under the covers, the exhaustion that you have been feeling takes over, slowly pulling you deep into slumber. You feel Yoongi easing back against the pillows as he settles to lie down beside you, finding his own way to relax and enjoy this moment to be with you.
It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and you fade into a dreamless night with your fingers laced between his.
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Warnings:period cramps, sex during menstrual cycle, thumb sucking, piv, unprotected sex, soft dom!niki, dry humping, finishing inside, gentle sex. Not proofread.
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Fuck.
Your stomach was cramping so bad your face scrunched up. You leaned closer to Riki pressing your head more into his chest, his arms tightened around you, his biceps are cinched tight around your shoulders pulling you close even in his sleep.
Your head is tucked under his chin, one of his legs in between yours, as if he’s trying to mold into you, cage you in his arms forever.
He’s so warm it’s almost unreal, it was like his body heat was specifically for moments like this, you in his arms.
Sadly even the warmth-and the way his slow breathing feels against you, heartbeat steady and comforting-it’s still not enough to ease the pain in your uterus.
Because the cramps are back, and they are so much worse.
It’s unbearable, literally feels as if someone took a fork and started twisting it around your insides.
You shift your hips a little bit, trying to ease the pain and discomfort, but it doesn’t help.
The pain hits again even harder, the ache spreads onto your belly and the tops of your thighs. You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from making any noise.
Riki’s still sleeping against you. God he looks so peaceful right now, but he’s squeezing you too tight. His forearm is braced on your back, locking you in place, his other hand sprawled on your lower back, not letting you move.
God you really don’t want to do this, but the pain is too much.
You begin shifting slowly, not to wake him up. You gently reach out to pull his arms away form where they’re wrapped around you, he stirs pulling you even tighter, not wanting to let go.
“Hm?” He hums confused by your sudden movements.
You close your eyes and sigh, feeling another wave of pain hit you. Riki shifts slightly, opening his eyes looking down at your head that’s pressing hard against his chest. His hand begins to rub gentle circles across your lower back, already knowing what’s wrong.
He lets out a sigh. “…You’re cramping.” It’s not a question but a statement, because he already knows by the way your body tenses up, trying not to move and make the ache in your abdomen worse.
Riki has been with you for long enough to know about it. He has been there for some months, hearing you cry because the pain is too much, holding you in his arms trying to comfort you, his hands always moving against your stomach to ease the pressure, always whispering sweet nothings into your ear, leaving small gentle kisses on you skin.
“I told you to take a pill, why didn’t you listen, hm? You knew it was coming.” He says looking down at the top of your head, hand still moving in a soothing way.
You groan, body curling up more, face scrunching in pain. “I didn’t know.. I thought it would be better today. I’m sorry.” You mumble against his chest.
Riki lets out an annoyed huff, not at you but at the ache you’re going through. “It’s okay baby, don’t apologize. Let’s get you some painkillers okay?” He says softly, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. He unwraps his arms from around you, the cold air hits you, you shiver at the temperature and nod your head slowly.
Riki stands up and looks down at you, your body trembling from both pain and the cold air it the room. He lets out a small sigh and heads to the kitchen to grab some water for you to swallow the pill.
He comes back a minute later and heads over to sit at the edge of the bed, looking down at you.
“Come here.” He pats the bed next to him signaling you to come closer to him.
You sit up slowly, wincing in pain. You take a deep shaky breath and start to crawl towards him. Riki really doesn’t mean to, but the way your(his) shirt slips off your shoulder, and the way your hips sway lazily makes his thoughts turn into the wrong direction.
And fuck.
If you didn’t have your period right now, he would’ve already pushed you down on the bed, pulling your hips up and bending you over for him just right and kept you there until your his pretty little mess.
It’s not like you haven’t tried before, but you didn’t like it. It was too messy, you felt gross and uncomfortable, so he never asked again.
He shakes his head slightly, trying to calm down. He reaches out to you, his hands land on your waist pulling you to straddle his lap, facing him. Riki takes your face into his hands, holding you gently, looking into your eyes as his thumbs caress your cheeks.
“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks softly, his face showing concern.
You nod. “Yeah, I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” You say smiling slightly at him.
He huffs trying to suppress a smile but the corners of his lips twitch anyway. “Mhm. You wanna be a big girl and swallow the pill for me baby?”
“I hate pills…” You pout a little. “They taste bad”
Riki lets out a small laugh and kisses your pouty lips softly. “I know, but you have to take it or you’ll feel like that the whole night.”
You kiss him back letting out a small sigh. “I know. Just give it to me.” You mumble sadly.
He chuckles at your sad, pouty expression. He reaches for the pill and holds it up.
Then his voice drops slightly.“Open up, sweetheart”
“What-“
“Tongue.”
You look at him a little shocked but open your mouth anyway, sticking your tongue out so he can place the pill on it.
He places the pill right in the center of your tongue.
And look you know you could’ve taken it like a normal person, but you’re not.
So instead you close your mouth around his thumb.
And suck.
He takes a shaky inhale looking at the way your lips wrap around his finger. You swirl your tongue around him, the pill still in your mouth but you ignore it at the moment, tightening your lips sucking harder.
You put a hand on his forearm, nails digging into his skin, and your tongue flattens against him.
He makes a noise at the back of his throat, almost like purr.
“Baby.” He mutters under his breath staring at your lips. “Fuck-“
He presses his thumb harder on your tongue as if trying to remind you it’s there, but you don’t care, still sucking his thumb looking up at him.
“God.” He grunts, arm flexing against your hand. “You’re trying to make me hard with a fucking pill in your mouth?”
You nod unapologetically.
“Y/n. Stop that, yeah?” He says, his voice low, barely above a whisper.
You pull away from him, smiling a little. “Your fault.” You shrug.
“Oh? It’s my fault?” He reaches for the glass of water, holding it up to your lips, tilting it. “Drink. Before I lose my fucking mind.” His other hand makes way to the back of my head, fingers combing into my hair, pulling softly to move my head back. He brings the glass up to your lips, you part them letting the water flow down your throat as you swallow the pill.
“Good.” He mutters under his breath, his eyes locked onto your face. His hand flexes in your hair, pulling harder, the feeling making you whimper quietly. Riki smirks, his eyes not leaving you as you drink.
He tilts the glass further up, making a small drop of water spill from the corner of your mouth, the water travels down your throat before disappearing into the collar of his shirt on you. He watches the water dip down and swallows hard, his body tenses up under you. He lets out a shaky sigh, closing his eyes for a second. “Shit..”
When you drink the whole glass, he sets it aside, his now free hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. You feel him leaving small kisses in the crook of your neck, moving them towards your lightly exposed shoulder, where he nibbles at the skin. You gasp, arching onto him. You reach your hands into his hair tugging on it softly. He groans at the feeling, moving his kisses up towards your jawline, sucking on the sensitive skin.
“Ki-“ You begin talking but your words cut off with a small whimper. You lean your head on his shoulder, your hips softly rolling against him.
“Sweetheart… don’t do that.” He purrs out against your neck. His hands making their way down to your hips, holding you in place.
You pout, whining softly into his shoulder. “…Please..”
He sighs, leaning back to look at you. Riki grabs your chin gently, making you look at him. “Look, I really want to, but.. we tried it before, and you didn’t even look at me for almost two hours after ,because you felt so disgusting. I just don’t want that to happen again, hm?” He says softly, looking you in the eyes.
“It’s okay… please, I really need you Kiki..” You say pouting, your voice dripping with desperation. Your hips twitch in his strong hold, trying to get any type of friction. “We can put a towel down or something… please?”
He sighs deeply, looking down at you softly. “You sure, baby? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable after again..” His tone is gentle, his thumbs start to move against my hips.
You nod, your eyes pleading for him to do something. He leans in and kisses you gently, his lips moving against yours slowly. You sigh into the kiss, fingers threading through his soft hair. Riki starts to guide your hips against his, the hardness of his cock rubbing against your clothed heat. You moan against his lips, hips rolling and grinding down harder.
His hands start to move upwards, pushing his big shirt up your body, his hand’s caressing your slightly bloated stomach. He breaks the kiss, looking down to your stomach and groans at the sight. “Fuck..”
He lifts your shirt up, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His lips begin kissing your breasts softly, his hands squeezing them. His mouth wraps around one of your nipples, sucking and biting it gently. You moan quietly, hips rolling against his, one hand holding the back of his head. You look down at him and smile humorously.
“It’s funny how some people start to suck boobies as babies, and just never grow out of it huh?”
He pauses, looks up at you unimpressed and bites down on your nipple harder.
“Ow! Hey, don’t bite the nipple that feeds you Ki!” You scold him, looking down at him like a disappointed mother. He just smiles around your peak and starts to suck it, closing his eyes and letting out a small sigh. He pulls away from you, a small string of saliva stretching from your nipple to his lips.
“God.. you’re so weird.” He muttered, looking at you lovingly, smiling fondly. He lifts you up from his lap and lays you down on the bed gently. His warm hands land on your knees, slowly spreading your legs as he sits on his heels in front of you of you. His hands move upwards your legs before stopping at the waistband of your underwear.
“You sure you want to, sweetheart?” Riki asks, his tone soft and gentle, looking at you scanning your face for any discomfort.
You nod. “Yeah..” You lift your hips up, signaling him to take your underwear off. He lets out a small sigh and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, gently pulling it off. The mixture of your arousal, and slight bit of blood covering your underwear, sticky, creates a small stretch from your pussy to your underwear.
When the underwear is off, and put on the floor beside the bed, slowly making sure it won’t make a mess, Riki lets out a small shaky sigh, his hands moving to the underside of your thighs, pulling the skin apart more. “Jesus Christ.. You’re a mess baby…” he said softly, observing you.
Your hips twitch, and you try to close your legs, embarrassed by the way he’s looking at you. He lets go of your legs, and takes off his shirt quickly. His toned stomach, muscles twitching at the cold air that hit his skin, his v line perfectly visible, leading down to the waistband of his sweatpants. He stands up for a moment, quickly taking off the rest of his clothes.
You lay there, hips jerking once in a while, arm draped over your face, when you feel his come back to the bed, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling them apart slowly before leaning down towards you, his arms resting next to your head on his forearms, muscles flexing as he holds his body over you. You can feel his hard cock poking your inner thigh, and you gasp a little.
Riki leans down kissing your lips slowly, not wanting to scare you off again, like last time. His kisses move down your chin, to the side of your jaw, your neck and shoulders. His kisses soft and warm, almost like he’s reassuring you he doesn’t mind the fact you’re bleeding. “You ready?” He asks quietly, against your skin.
A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you lean your head toward him, resting it in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, and nodding.
“Mhmm.. I’ll do my best, sweetheart.” He says softly.
Which is when he presses in slow.
So slow you swear you can hear the sound of the drag of his cock pushing into you slowly. The blunt head nudges past the first thigh clench of you, and you whimper into his neck holding him closer.
He immediately stops, one hand sliding down your body slowly, to get you to relax. He places a kiss under your jawline, trying to ease the tension.
“Easy, baby..” he mumbles. “You’re clenching up too much.”
Yeah well you can’t help it. The stretch of his cock mixed with cramps, makes your body not sure what to do.
“Deep breath for me..” Another kiss. “It’s just me, baby. You know it’s just me.”
You try, but it only makes you flutter around him. He lets out a groan and presses his face against your shoulder, breathing heavily. “Shit-“
His body trembles slightly, he’s barely an inch in, fighting the urge to slam into you all the way. “Don’t do that baby…”
“I’m sorry-…I’m sorry. I’m trying, just- fuck.. give me a second.” You manage to whimper out.
He kisses your neck, your shoulders, collar bones. Anywhere his mouth can reach right now, trying to calm you down, his hand rubbing your hip slowly.
“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re doing so, so good. Let me in, sweetheart, cmon. Nice and slow.. You want to feel good?”
You nod against his neck frantically.
“Then you got to let me in, baby.” He says softly, patiently, his voice strained. “Loose up a little bit for me, hm? Just a little bit.. There you go…”
He pushes in again, another inch. You feel him stretching you open, your body tightens around him again, and his hips falter, cock twitching barely inside of you. He lets out a ragged breath, groaning, his head pressing against you shoulder to muffle the sound. “Jesus…”
His hand strokes your hip, squeezing the skin slightly. “Breathe in.” His voice low and steady. “Let it out slow. Like that, yeah… Fuck, that’s my sweet girl.”
Your body relaxes again, letting him to push into you deeper.
Another inch. Then another.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He whispers softly kissing your neck as he pushes in slowly. “Good girl, just like that. Let me all the way in, yeah?”
The stretch is overwhelming, the ache of it making your breath stutter, but it’s also grounding- his soft kisses, voice gentle, talking you through it. Body pressed against yours closely, his every word so fucking soft as he pushes in until he’s almost fully seated inside you.
He pauses, hips stuttering as he holds himself back from slamming into you. “You okay…?” His voice cracks.
Your arms tighten around him, slowly nodding your head. “Yeah… I am.” You breathe out.
He nods, mouth brushing your shoulder. You shake under him, pressing your face further into his neck.
“I love you.” You whisper shakily.
“Yeah?” He smiles against your skin, nose brushing your neck. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
His hand strokes over your lower stomach, pressing gently to ease the pressure. “Let me all the way in, baby. Just a little more, hm?”
The way he says it makes your body relax, letting him slide all the way in, no resistance left, just the thick, stretch of him filling you to the hilt. Your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, moaning quietly, almost choking on it, because you can feel the way your body gives around him, the way he fits perfectly inside, the slick heat of you dripping down onto him, coating him in you.
He pauses to lean up, and kisses your forehead gently. “Good job.” Then he starts to move- slow, rocking in and out with steady, rolling strokes that grinds against the spot that makes your legs tremble.
“Ki..” You whimper, broken, his eyes on you, as he presses his forehead against yours.
“Mhm..?”
“Riki- please… It’s right there.” You gasp, body clenching around him again.
“Mmh” He hums again, pace never faltering. “I know. I’ve got you.”
He leans down, kissing your cheek, lips lingering on it long, like he’s savoring this moment. His hand moves from your belly, downward, until his fingers reach your swollen bud. He rolls it slowly, making you gasp, hips jerking as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, forcing him deeper, he groans, forehead back against yours.
Every wave of pain that tries to through you, he rocks just right- deep, deliberate, hips grinding slow and steady until the cramp dissolves into pleasure. All you can do is whimper, and melt under him.
“Feels good..?” He whispers, voice so sweet, hips starting to rock a little faster, his tip battering deeply into your. You moan louder, nodding frantically. You’re so close, so fast it’s almost ridiculous.
Riki feels the way your walls squeeze around his length, he speeds up his fingers, rolling and rubbing them on your clit, the sudden change making you arch your back, gasping. “Your close, hm? Cmon, sweetheart.. let go for me yeah? Let me feel it.”
His words fuel your approaching orgasm even further. You whimper. “Please…”
His hips speed up a little more, fingers relentlessly moving on your clit. “Fuck yeah… that’s it, baby. Just let go, I’m here yeah?” His voice is ragged, his own release close.
You nod, face scrunching up, mouth open as fast uneven breaths leave it. The coil in your stomach snaps. The release washing over you quickly, a breathy moan leaves your body, your thighs shake around his waist, you tighten them pulling him closer, your arms tighten around his shoulders, hugging him close for comfort.
He moans at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him, your come coating him,he wraps his arms around you, his heavy weight pressing him close against you. His hips stutter as he comes, deep inside of you.
“Fuck..” He purrs out, eyes closed, mouth parted as he pants, brows furrowed in pleasure.
He opens his eyes looking down at you, his nose brushing against yours. He smiles softly looking at your worn out expression. “You okay?”
You nod, breathlessly, looking up at him. You pull him closer kissing him gently. He hums against your lips kissing you back slowly, his tongue moving around your mouth slowly.
“Thank you..” You whisper after pulling away, eyes closing tiredly.
He chuckles quietly, and shakes his head. “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart.”
He leans up, sitting on his heels looking down where your both still connected. His pelvis is a mess, your blood and slick smeared on it, the same with your thighs. Riki lets out a small sigh. “Cmon, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up yeah?” He says and unwraps your legs from around him, and stand up, walking to the bathroom.
You can hear the faucet running, after some minutes he comes back with a pair of fresh underwear on, a pad, and a wet towel in hand. He kneels in front of you, gently cleaning you up.
After he’s done, he walks over to your dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of underwear. He comes back and pulls the underwear up your legs, before stopping at your thighs, grabbing the pad, opening it and placing it on. After he’s done he pulls it up all the way, he reaches for his shirt, and gently pulls it over you.
You lay there, letting him take care of you. After he’s done with you, he grabs your old panties off the floor, and goes to the bathroom to put it in the laundry basket.
He comes back, lays down next to you, wrapping you both under the covers, and hugging you close against him. You cuddle closer, and feel sleep slowly taking over you. The last think you hear is his soft whisper, followed with a kiss on your forehead.
“I love you, sweetheart…”
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yooo this is nasty😂😂✌🏻 who wrote that👀👀👀😂
Anyway I don’t know if there are any mistakes I’m too lazy to read through it so if anyone notices anything let me know!!
@missoxy if you wanna read the rest.. please visit wattpad and search Ride or Hide by Nikittarius she’s the og writer.. there’s a whole universe wait for you to explore
🧺 ✮. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆˚ NOBODY GETS ME! — 31. long live my gf!
!!!! SYPNOSiS everyone knew kwon yn and nishimura riki, they were inseparable since birth. that was until he abruptly vanished one day, leaving yn confused and heartbroken. fortunately, there is a new boy at her university.. but why does he look so familiar?
WARNiNGS: written below! (wc 625)
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It was dark by the time riki reached your apartment. Your tiny living room glowed a warm orange, fairy lights flickering on automatically as your LED lights coloured the rest room. There was a knock on the door, snapping you out of your thoughts.
It was Riki. You let him in with a soft smile, stepping aside as he walked in with the snacks. He placed them on the counter, turning his body to face you. You both had reconciled a few weeks ago, after years of silence. Years of him gone. You walked passed him to check into the bag of goodies, taking out the sour sweets. “I still can’t believe you like this stuff,” Riki teased. “It’s elite,” you said, dropping onto the couch. “I refuse to be judged.”
Riki laughed softly and sat down beside you, man-spreading on the couch. For a while, you both just talked, updating each other on how uni has been. The tension eased, just a little. But the easy silence that followed was different. It was heavy.
Riki sighed looking at you. “Yn,” he started quietly, his tone serious. “We need to talk.” Your smile faltered. “About… what?” “You know what.” His eyes found yours— warm and steady. “The, uh… the drunken confession.” Heat shot up your neck. “Riki, I- please just forget I said anything. I was drunk and emotional and—” “Yn,” he interrupted gently. “You didn’t seem drunk about that part.”
You swallowed hard. Your fingers gripping the blanket. “I meant it,” you whispered. “I did. But that doesn’t mean I want to do anything about it.” Riki frowned. “Why not?” You looked away, towards the window. “Because,” you said, voice trembling slightly. “You left once. You left without a word, Riki. You were my best friend, and losing you-” Your breath hitched. “I don’t think I’d ever recover if it happened again. I can’t go through that twice.”
Riki’s jaw tightened, the guilt running through his body. He shifted closer. “Yn… I know I hurt you. And I won’t pretend like I didn’t. I messed up. I thought leaving was the best thing at the time, but it wasn’t. Not for you. Not for me.” He reached for your hand, giving you the chance to pull away. You didn’t. “I’m not going anywhere again,” He said firmly. “Not ever. I came back for a reason.” Your eyes met his. They were soft, conflicted, and hopeful despite everything.
“What reason?” You asked quietly. “You,” he said without hesitation. “I came back because I missed you. Because losing you was the stupidest thing I ever did. And because the second you told me you loved me, drunk or not, something in me realised that your IT for me. You’ve always been.” You sucked in a shaky breath, your heart beating wildly in your chest.
He squeezed your hand. “Yn… I honestly would love to be your boyfriend. I know this isn’t fancy or anything but I can’t keep it in how much I want you, need you.” The world seemed to still. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him for a moment. Your voice cracked. “Riki… are you sure?” “More sure than I’ve been about anything.”
A tiny smile broke across your face. “Then… yes.” You exhaled, like the chains had finally been released from you. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” Riki let out a soft exhale in relief, a slow grin forming on his face. He leaned forward, tugging you closer to him. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m never letting you go again.”
You laughed, wrapping your arms around him. Outside, the night settled fully, quiet and calm. Inside, for the first time in years, your heart felt safe. And his finally felt home.
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