𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 — 1997, infj, she/her, in love with bangchan, jeon wonwoo and mark lee, read more
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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐒 - found her
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — this side blog for @straylightdream where I will reblog all my writing. I’m limiting taglist and instead people can turn on notifications for this blog. I will only be reblogging newly released writing.
When it comes to firsts, you and Joshua were each others first for practically everything. He was your first kiss, you shared your first time together, you awkwardly lost your virginities to each other. You were each others first loves and your first heartbreaks.
Seven months, and six days have passed since you walked out the door and never came back. In that time you haven't moved on, you haven't tried to date anyone one. In your heart and soul you're still married.
ITS NEVER OVER
Joshua doesn't think he's ever loved, or will love anyone like he loves you. Watching you walk out of your shared home after an argument, was the most heartbreaking moment of his life.
The first three months you were gone, Joshua texted or called you everyday trying to get you to come home. Slowly the communication started to fade, and now Joshua hasn't spoken to you in three months and twenty-two days.
Since you left Joshua had refused to acknowledge you're sperated. He still wears his wedding ring, and anytime a woman tries to flirt with him he always reminds them he's married.
He's not sure if he can save his marriage or if you'll ever comeback home. He holds out hope that one day you'll come back home.
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It's another day Joshua is working at the flower shop you both own from open to close. He has Jeonghan helping out running out the small coffee shop that's attached to it.
Today isn't an easy day for Joshua by any means. Today should be your eighth anniversary.
He's spent today burying himself in work. Jeonghan is very aware of what today is. He offered to work open to close with his best friend so he can keep an eye on him.
Joshua is putting the finishing touches on a floral arrangement for a regular who always buys flower for his wife. He puts the arrangement in the cooler before fishing his phone out of his pocket.
Opening his text he goes to your pinned contact. He frows seeing his last message from you was three months ago.
Shua [10:32am] Happy Anniversary.
He stares at his phone knowing there probably won't be response. You’ve barely responded to the last few messages he's sent.
Around noon Jeonghan finally convinces him to at least take a short lunch with him. Joshua's finished up all the early pick up orders and Mina has no problem running the flower counter, and taking orders.
Sitting in the back office Joshua leans back in his chair rubbing his eyes. He hates everything about today.
Jeonghan doesn't like seeing his best friend so distraught. For the last few months he's contemplated begging you to come back to your clearly broken estranged husband. This is your first anniversary apart and he knows Joshua is barely hanging on by a thread.
Leaning forwards, Joshua finally takes a bite of his salad that Jeonghan had ordered him. He can feel his best friend's eyes burning into him, with each bite he takes.
"Why are you here today?" Jeonghan thought Joshua would spend the day at home moping around.
"Because if I spend the day trapped in the home I used to share with her, I might actually lose my mind."
"Shua, maybe it's time you ask for her to comeback or give you a divorce?"
Joshua let's out a heavy sigh leaning back again. "I don't want a divorce. I just want my wife back."
"I know you do. It's just— Shua I hate seeing you torn up like this."
"I know. I hate feeling this way. I just don't know what to do."
"You should go out with me and Seungcheol to the bar tonight."
"Is that a good idea?" Joshua sighs.
"Yeah. I'm not asking you to get drunk, but just come out tonight. I don't want you sitting at home moping around."
Joshua's phone vibrates on the table. He picks it up and sees a message from you.
Goldie 12:13pm - Happy Anniversary.
He truly thought he wouldn't hear from you at all today. He doesn't expect you to call or anything, but he's glad you at least sent him a text.
"Whose texting you?"
Joshua sits the phone down on the table. "Goldie."
"You still call your wife her nickname?" For as long as Jeonghan has know Joshua, he's rarely ever heard him call you by your actual name.
"She's bright like a marigold."
"Your favorite flowers are white roses, I'm still shocked you don't call her Rosie."
Joshua grabs his phone and opens his text.
Shua 12:21pm: I miss you.
"Shua, just go to the bar tonight with me and Cheol."
He just stares at his text you. He can't bring himself to sit in the homes shared, during this anniversary you'll be apart.
"I'll go out tonight."
IS THIS AN ILLUSION?
The sight of you standing right outside the entrance of the flower shop doesn't feel real. Joshua rubs his eyes unsure if this is actually real. It's taking everything in him not to rush the few feet towards you. The closer he gets he realizes you're eyes are glossy and that have been crying.
"Goldie?"
You look up at him and give him a sad smile. "Hi, Shua."
He stood in front of you. He just takes a moment to fully look at you. He was starting to think he might not ever see you again.
"Why are you here?" He stops in front of you.
"I realize I'm miserable without you. I thought I needed to try and be independent, but I understand that's foolish."
Joshua glances around the quiet street. The is watercolors of pink and orange as it starts to rise. He doesn't want to have this conversation out on the street.
"Let's go inside and talk over some coffee." He fishes his key out of his pocket. Opening the door, he holds it open for you.
You look around the flower shop and smile at the site of the bundles of marigolds and white roses together.
"The marigolds are always there because of you." Back in the high school Joshua gave you a bouquet of marigolds and told you they remind him of you. He's called you Goldie since you were teens because of the vibrant flower.
"Are the white rose for you?" You pick a single stem white rose up.
"They're still my favorite flower." He says. “You know they represent new beginnings?”
“Yeah. You gave them to me after our first fight in high school.” You hope that the white rose can represent your future now.
He walks over to the small coffee shop. He turns on the espresso machine and gets to work making coffee for both of you.
This flower shop and cafe is something the two of you built together. This place was just as much yours as it was his before you left.
He tries to focus on making coffee, but he can only focus on you. He's watching you make your way around the flower shop, looking at all the flowers.
He brings over a small tray holding both your iced lattes. Walking over you sit down across to him at small table near the window.
You take a sip of the honey flavored latte. He made it exactly how you have always loved it. "I know I have messed up, am I hurt you."
"You were my first love, and you became my first heartbreak." He responds.
"I know. I broke both of our hearts." You'll never point any of the blame on your husband. Joshua has always been perfect to you. "I left because I never knew what it was like to be independent. I went from living under the guidance of my father, to being married. I've always had a man in my life helping me figure out how to live. I needed to try and be independent."
His brows knit together. "Did you think I was controlling?"
"No, not at all. I just needed space to try an discover who I am. I realized the whole time I was away that my life doesn't make sense without you."
Reaching for the glass you take another drink of your coffee. "I'm coming home. If you would like to continue our relationship, I would love that. I understand if you don't want to. I hurt you, and know that. I can stay with Seokmin and rent a room from him."
"You're crazy if you think I'm going to let you live with Seokmin. Since the moment you walked out of our home on that raining day, I have hoped and prayed that I would come home to me."
"Don't you hate me for hurting you?"
He reaches out taking your hand in his. "Goldie, I don't think I will fully ever understand why you left like you did. I always thought you knew you could talk to me and trust me. But I could never hate you. I just hated that you made me feel like I was just an afterthought." It's true, he's been heart broken since you left, but he's never hated you.
"Okay." Tears slowly start sliding down your cheeks. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way."
Reaching across the table he rest his hand on your cheek. He drags his hand across the delicate skin of your cheek, swiping away your tears. "Come home tonight. Let's have dinner and you can stay the night or you can go stay with Seokmin. The guest room is still set up."
"I would like that."
He wants to ask you a million questions. He wants to know what you've been up to, and where you have been living. He's pretty sure when you left you went and stayed with Seungkwan and his wife.
You both finish your lattes. Joshua is lucky you decided to show up after closing. He knows Jeonghan is going to show up soon to drag him to the bar.
"Did you want pasta tonight for dinner?" It's your anniversary and he would like to make your favorite meal.
"That would be nice."
He glances up when he sees Jeonghan unlocking the door and walking in. He didn't know if Jeonghan was coming in or going to call him. As a partial owner of the coffee shop in here, Jeonghan tends to come and go as he pleases here.
"Oh." Jeonghan says at the sight of you sitting with Joshua.
You turn and fully look at your husbands best friend. Joshua isn't aware that Jeonghan has been checking on you once a month since you left.
"Hi, Hannie."
Jeonghan shoves his hands into his jeans pockets. He looks at Joshua raising his brows. He's not fully sure what he just walked into to.
"Jeonghan, um Goldie is back." Joshua stands up.
"Welcome back, Goldie." Jeonghan tilts his head at you.
Jeonghan walks over and hands Joshua a bag. Joshua dismisses him and takes it to the back office. You're left alone with Jeonghan for a moment.
"When I asked you to come back last night. I didn't expect to see you at seven tonight." Jeonghan sits down where Joshua was sitting.
"I knew it was time to come home, your message was the push I needed." You pause staring at the man who had become your best friend as well. "I know you probably hate me, and we probably aren't friends anymore."
He knits his brows together. "I don't hate you, and we can still be friends. I'm just asking that you don't break his heart again."
Joshua walks back out holding the keys to the store. He gives you a gentle smile, before looking towards Jeonghan.
"I'll let Cheol know you can't come out tonight." Jeonghan stands up and grabs your empty coffee cups.
Joshua walks closer to you. Jeonghan walks away disposing of the cups.
"Are you ready to go home?" Joshua asks.
You stand up, glancing over you see Joshua holding out his hand. You don't even hesitate, you reach out lacing your fingers with his.
Walk out of the shop, Jeonghan leads the way. Joshua releases your hand just long enough to lock the door.
Jeonghan says goodbye and heads down the street towards the bar.
ALL THE MEMORIES WE’VE SHARED
Once you're both alone Joshua leads you towards his car. He unlocks it's and opens the passenger door for you.
"I didn't ask how you got here." Joshua pauses.
"Seokmin dropped me off."
You both get into the car. Joshua glances over and gives you a smile before he turns the car on. The drive the flower shop, to your home takes all of five minutes. Joshua parks the car in the driveway and you both get out.
Heading inside your shared home, it still looks like just the day you left. Over by the couch, your engagement and wedding photos are still hung. After you left your thought he would remove those photos.
You follow him as he heads off to the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of wine and pops it open. You stand by the sink watching as he moves around the kitchen. He pours to glasses of red wine. He grabs one, holding it out for you.
Taking the glass you hold it out. He grabs his own and raises it. "Happy anniversary."
You cheers your glasses before taking a sip of rich yet subtle flavor of blackberries in the wine.
"Happy anniversary," you respond.
"Take a seat and I'll make us your favorite pesto."
Walking over you sit down at the kitchen table. You sip on the rich wine, watching him move with ease around the kitchen. Cooking for you has always been apart of Joshua's love language with you.
It takes about thirty minutes before he sets down a delicious looking plate of pesto pasta.
He sits down across from you. There is about two minutes of silence before you both start making small talk.
"Do you remember when we're were home from college celebrating our anniversary and your mom almost walked in on us?" Joshua asks. You remember this night fully. You were both twenty and had been dating for four years at that point. You planned on getting a hotel for your anniversary, but weren't able to. Joshua thought it would be romantic if he snuck into your parents house in the middle of night. It turns out your were being too loud having sex and your mom was concerned you were hurt and came knocking on your luckily locked door.
"Yes. We were being so loud, my mom thought something hurt me and made me cry." If only she knew, your charming boyfriend was fucking you so good you couldn't shut up.
Through out dinner you keep talking about past memories. After another glass of wine you both work on cleaning up the kitchen. Joshua puts the last dish away as you finish your last drink of wine.
Joshua is standing there looking absolutely handsome. This dinner made you feel like everything was back to normal. It's making you realize you didn't destroy everything you built together, like you thought you did.
You've missed your husband desperately, and you never want to leave his side again.
Joshua walks closer to you. He stops right in front of you. He reaches out pushing your hair out of you face. He doesn't anything, he just stares at you for a moment.
Without thinking, you lean in crashing your lips into his. His hand grips your hip, pulling you flush against his body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you deepen the kiss. The whole time you were gone, you craved this feeling. You told yourself over and over again, that you left to find yourself, but you couldn't push away the aching feeling in your chest. Every single day, you're apart you've missed your husband. Now that you're back you don't ever want to leave his side again.
Pulling back slightly, he rests his nose against yours. "Are you sure you want this?" He whispers.
"I just want to be with my husband again." His brows knit together for a moment. "Joshua, if you'll have me back, I wanna be yours."
Not another word was uttered before he crashes his lips into yours for a searing kiss. He walks you backwards until your back hits the wall with a thud.
He pulls away smiling. His smile sends a fluttering storm of butterflies into your stomach. "Baby, you've alway been mine. Even when you made me feel like an afterthought. You were always mine." He says before kissing you again.
Reaching for his belt, without thinking you start unbuckling it. He stares at you with a look of awe. You fumble, as your work on unbuckling his pants. You push his jeans down below his butt, and pull out his already hardening length. Your eyes lock on his, as your slowly pump his length.
You give him a smile, before dropping to your knees in front of him. You start off by holding, his length while you slowly took his rosy colored tip. He threads his fingers through your hair, holding it away from your face. Hallowing your cheeks you take his length into your mouth. Bobbing your head you slide your tongue against the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.
Joshua's eyes are closed, and his lips are parted. It's taking everything in him not to guide your movements. He's just letting your set your own pace. God he's missed the feeling of your mouth.
"Goldie." He lets out a breathy moan.
Looking up through your lashes, your eyes lock with his. He looks beautiful as he's on the edge of falling apart.
One hand rest on his thigh, while the other reach down to play with his balls.
"Baby, I'm close." You love how desperate he sounds.
Hallowing your cheeks you take him into your throat. He shakes his head and pulls away from you.
Sitting back on your heels you look up at him, confused.
"Baby, our first time together in months I refuse to finish the first time in your mouth." He reaches down, helping you stand up.
He leans down pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss. "Let's move to our bedroom."
Laying on top of the same comforter you spent hours shopping dragging Joshua around on a sunny June afternoon. Pushing yourself up on your elbows you watch as Joshua starts stripping away this clothes. He's still absolutely beautiful.
It's been so long since you've been intimate. Joshua is the only man you've ever been with, and you never want another man touch you like he does.
He sits his knee on the bed and starts crawling towards you. He sits on his heels between your spread legs. Leaning down he places a kiss on your knee.
"I'm going to eat you out." He lays down on his stomach, with your needy pussy right in front of his face. He starts by kissing the top of your mound. He spreads your lips and with his fat tongue he licks your puffy clit.
"Oh—" you instantly moan.
"You taste just as sweet as I remember."
He dives into your core like a man starved. He practically makes out with your clit, switching between licking and sucking as he pumps two fingers in and out of you.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close to your core. Without thinking your lift your hips pushing your pussy closer to his face.
"Shua—" You moan.
He curves his fingers up, touching that spot inside you, that leaves you seeing stars. He sucks harder on your clit. Your orgasm hits you like a lightening strike. Everything tenses and then your whole body instantly relaxs. Your walls flutter around his fingers. You're body lies limp against the soft bed.
He pulls back smiling. His lips have a shine to them from your release. His tongue slides across his top lip, collecting some of your release.
Your eyes are squeezed shut letting the high wash over you. Joshua takes this time to slowly pull back. He moves back to his position, sitting on his knees between your spread legs. He pumps his painfully hard length, looking down at you.
Your eyes open and you find him staring down at you. He presses another gentle kiss to your knee.
"Do I need to get a condom?" He hasn't worn in a condom with you since you were in college together, but it's been so long since you were intimate he doesn't know if you want him to wear one. His large hand rests on your thigh, and rubs it slowly.
A smile tugs at your lips. "I'm still on birth control, and haven't even looked at another man other than you."
"Goldie—" he pauses and looks at you with his brows knit. "Baby, I've never been with anyone other then you. The whole time you were gone I never planned on moving on. I'm faithful to you."
"I didn't wasn't accusing you of anything. I just wanted you to know I was faithful to you too." You give him a smile. "Joshua I want to feel you fully raw again."
He moves closer to you. He takes his hard length in his hand, running it through your wet folds. A soft gasp passes your lips as the rosy mushroom tip bumps against your sensitive clit. He moves so he's hovering over you, while he rest on his knees. He pushes you inch by inch as painfully slow pace. It's been so long since you've had sex with anything other than your vibrator. It's going to take a moment for you to adjust to the size of your husband. The moment he's fully inside he stills, giving you a moment to adjust. Closing your eyes you tilt your head back. He reaches up resting his hand on your cheek.
"You okay?" Your eyes flutter open, and find him staring down at you.
"Yeah, I just need a minute. It's a been a while."
"Baby it's been seven long months since I have been inside you." He gives you that smile that always makes you feel weak in the knees.
"Shua, can you move?" Your reach up, tangling your fingers in his hair.
Without saying another word, he starts moving at a slow and deep pace. His body is practically plastered against you. One of yours hands is tangled in his hand and the others rest on his lower back. You can't get enough of him. Seven long months left you yearning for him.
His large length is filling you completey. He's so long you feel as if he's kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. The room is filled with echoing sounds of your whimpers and moans, and his deep moans. Resting his face in the crook of your neck, he leaves a wet trail of kisses, most definitely leaving marks in his wake.
"Baby you feel so good," he groans against your skin.
Spreading your legs wider for him, he's able to hit spots even deeper. Closing your eyes you focus on your rapidly approaching high. You let out a high pitched moan that sounds like his name. You're on the verge of falling apart.
"You're clenching." He groans. He knows your body inside and out. He's aware that you're on the brink of falling apart.
"You feel so good. You're so big." You're practically squirming, trying to push your hips up towards him.
"Baby you can come." He pulls his lips away from your skin.
You silently nod your head. Your whole body feels tense. The coiling in your stomach has your wound so tight, you're on the brink of exploding.
Joshua pulls away from your fully. You whine at the loss of him plastered against you. He sits on his knees between your spread legs. This position gives him. The ability to play with your clit. He picks up his pace, still going deep, but smacking his hips into yours hard. His hand rest on your mound, his thumb works on rubbing your sensitive clit. Your lips part, as a silent gasp passes.
Pushing yourself up on your elbows your watch what he's doing. It's absolutely toxicity watching as he plays with you.
"Fuck—" you whine.
"Come for me baby."
Silently you nod.
He pushes his hips into yours at quicker pace. Your orgasm feels like a tidal wave. The coil snaps in your stomach like it never had before. Your walls squeeze his massive length pushing him over the edge right behind you. He fills you to the brim with his milky white release. He's cum harder then he ever has.
He keeps thrusting into you with shallow thrust, helping you both ride out your high. Pulling out he watches as his thick cum slowly starts to leak out. Without thinking he drags two fingers through your folds helping to push his release back inside you.
"God I love you." He says.
"I love you too."
He kisses the top of your knee one last time before running off to the bathroom to get a warm cloth to clean you up.
Laying in bed with your husband feels surreal. There were many nights after you left you thought you lost him forever.
Laying in your side you stare him. He's laying on his side staring back. His hand rest on the bed between you. You're both still fully naked.
"Baby, I want my wife back."
"Why are you so willing to forgive me?" You can't push away the guilty feeling that's eating away at you.
"Because I love you, and I'm willing to understand why you left me." His words make you feel like your chest is being squeezed. "We can go slow. We can act like we're dating again, we have a guest room. One of us can sleep in there."
"Slow would be nice. Maybe we don't always sleep in separate rooms."
He smiles. "I'll do whatever you want. I just want you back."
"I'm back." You can't help but cry.
He reaches out pushing away your tears. "Don't cry, baby."
"I'm just worried. People probably hate me for hurting you."
He shakes his head. "No one can hate you. Sure some people don't understand, but no one hates you. Baby what other people think doesn't matter. All that matters is, I want you back, and I love you."
"I love you too."
Joshua moves closer. He crashes his lips into yours before pulling you into his arms. You know you messed up, but Joshua loves you, and wants to work on building your life together again. You hope one day maybe that guilty feeling will go away. But right now all that matters is that you love your husband, and he loves you.
He’s always been a fighter and a protector in every lifetime. No matter how hard he tries evil always follows you in one way or another. You have no clue who he is until you come face to face with the man, warding off the evil from your dreams. You find him in an abandoned warehouse fighting in an illegal boxing match. The man in the ring winning instantly captures your attention in every way possible.
˙⋆✮ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, angst
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): underground boxing au, reincarnation au, egyptian god au, soulmate au
˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 14k
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit adult content, violence, gang activity, fighting, injuries, blood, mc has a shitty ex that won’t leave he alone and is harassing her and practically stalking her, attempted murder, sex work, and stripping.
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v, creampie, fooling around in the shower, hand job, choking, body worship, couch sex, riding, fingering, they’re both kinda desperate, lots of making out, nipple play Nicknames: baby, bunny (hers)
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: this was written for ‘Sand of Time’ hosted by @sailorsoons & @daechwitatamic thank you @aeristudios for helping me figure out this story. Thank you for beta reading @thestraybunny. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.
🎧: kiss it better - rhianna | dying for you - charli xcx | do i wanna know - the arctic monkeys | shrike - hoizer | chains of love - charli xcx
Everything existence he's ever had, he's been a fighter. He's lived too many lives times to count. His life as the god Bes makes him a protector. He's lived so many lives protecting people and warding off evil spirits. “There’s another repeating situation when it comes to every one of his lives, you. He is put on earth in every life to protect; women, children, and you.
This life is no different. His weekend nights are spent in a warehouse on the dark side of town. This time he wears a mask to hide his identity. The crowd knows him as Bes.
In every lifetime he has you. He sees you in his dreams, and he knows you see him in yours. He counts down the days until he can finally meet you again.
ONE: NOT ALWAYS PROUD OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.
Too many nights you spend working in this hell hole of a club. This place is located on the rougher side of town, and a seedy owner who works with very powerful men. The front looks like a normal bar, but through a pair of metal doors the darker and scandalous things unfold. On the stage there is a pole and girl who is dancing to the beat of a sultry song. You've found yourself up there too many times. It's been a couple months since you've stripped. Recently you've been working as a waitress. You're dressed just as scantilly as the girls who walk on that stage. Dressed in a tiny dress with no bra, and a pair of sky high heels.
With a tray in hand you're walking from table to table taking orders. Walking over to the bar you find your favorite bar tender Jeonghan.
"Table ten wants an old fashioned."
"Bunny, why are you here tonight?" Jeonghan is only one of two people you're close with here. He's been calling you Bunny since he met you. He says you're cute like a bunny.
"I'm working." He's asking you why you're here, because this is the ninth day you've been here in a row.
"Why aren't you taking any days off?" Jeonghan asks, as he's making the drink.
"I'm saving money so I can take a self defense class."
"Is Dae still threatening you?” Jeonghan knows all about you ex. Dae and you dated for two years, and broke up over eight months ago and since your break up, he has been harassing you. He's connected to the gangs that run this city and isn't someone to mess with. Over the last two months he's been basically stalking you.
"He won't leave me alone." Jeonghan sits the drink on the counter.
"Bunny, I know a guy. His name is Junhui. He's a fighter and if I tell him about Dae, I know he'll teach you to fight. He's got his own gym and everything."
"Okay." You know that Jeonghan wouldn't send you to a sketchy man, to teach you to fight.
The night goes on in a blur. You keep waiting tables, and you can't count the amount of men who have tried to touch you.
The doors swing open, and you see Dae and a few gang friends walk in. Immediately you feel sick. You glance over at the bar and see Jeonghan watching carefully.
Looking over by the stage you see your boss signaling you towards their table. You shake your head and try to walk away, attempting to rush backstage.
Someone grabs your hand, and immediately you know it's Dae. "Baby, why are you running away?"
Stopping dead in your tracks. You look at him, trying not to show any emotions. "Let go of me."
"If I let go, you'll run away, and we need to talk."
You groan, pulling your shoulder back attempting to get away. "I have nothing to say to you."
"Baby don't be like that."
"Let go of me." You seethe.
This isn't the first time he's shown up. He's just never been brave enough to touch you like this. When you were with him he definitely sucked and was an asshole. He was the definition of a shitty boyfriend, but he never laid a hand on you.
You pull forward quickly, before he drops your hand. You look up to see Mingyu, the body guard holding your ex. "You don't touch the girls, asshole." Mingyu pulls him back.
Dae throws his elbow back attempting to hit Mingyu. Except he doesn’t stand a chance at even moving the mountain that is Mingyu.
'Time to leave, buddy." You look behind him to see another bouncer kicking out Dae's friends.
"Baby, you can't avoid me. We will talk." Mingyu drags him out of the club. Shaking your head rush to the back. Your eyes brim with tears, you're overwhelmed and caught off guard.
The door to the back opens and Mingyu steps into the back. Reaching up you push away your tears. Mingyu silently watches you for a second before he holds open his arms. You don't say anything, you step into his arms. He holds you close and rubs your back.
Since you started working here you've grown close with Mingyu. The bouncer has become like a brother to you. He always goes out of his way to protect you.
"Bun, you should go home." He's picked up on using the same nicknames for you that Jeonghan uses.
"I need the money." You pull away from his hold.
"Jeonghan told me about his friend who is a fighter. I think you should talk to him."
"Okay."
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The night comes to an end finally. You're sitting at the bar with Mingyu counting your money. Most the girls are in the back packing up, and some waitresses are heading home. You don't plan on leaving until Jeonghan and Mingyu can walk out with you. Jeonghan is working on cleaning up the bar. He doesn't have too much more to do before he's good to go.
"Bunny, Junhui has a fight tomorrow at the warehouse on twenty-third tomorrow night. Why don't you go with me tomorrow and you can meet him?"
"Okay." At this point you want to know how to protect yourself against Dae.
"Should you guys be going to an illegal fight night?" Mingyu asks, looking up from his phone.
It's probably not the best idea, but you're desperate. If Jeonghan thinks this Junhui guy can help you, you're willing to go meet him.
"I'll keep her safe." Jeonghan responses.
Mingyu sighs, and rolls his eyes. "Just call me, you guys need me. I have a date, but if things go south I can meet up with you guys."
TWO: THE MIDNIGHT MAN AND THE GIRL WHO HAUNTS HIS DREAMS
It's late at night when Jeonghan picks you up. He takes you to the sketchy part of town that's filled with warehouses.
Based on the amount of people hanging out outside smoking, the loud music that is pulsating all you would swear this is a night club.
Lacing his fingers with yours Jeonghan pulls you inside. You weave your way through the crowd where all the noise is coming from. Pushing your way through he brings you over to one of the corners for the fighters. A tall man dressed in very fashionable street wear greets Jeonghan.
"Minghao, this is my friend _____."
Minghao nods in your direction. "You're the one Bes is going to teach to fight?" You've never heard the name Bes before, you thought you were meeting up with someone named Junhui.
"Bes?"
"That's the only name he goes by here." Minghao responds.
"Oh."
"How is Chan doing?" You assume Chan is one of the boys in the middle of the empty space fighting.
"He's doing good, he's winning."
You watch as the smaller of the two men, seems to be winning. He’s getting a few good punches in. This warehouse is packed, the sounds of booming base music, and the loud cheers rattle your chest. Looking around you see a mix of people like you, struggling to get by and people who are dressed in high luxury brands.
Minghao pats Jeonghan on the back. “You should go see Bes before the fight.”
Jeonghan takes your hand leading you towards the back. Standing at the door you see a buff man in a suit blocking the back door.
“Hao told us Bes wants to see us.”
The bouncer glances passed both of you. Turning back, you see Minghao nod his head, the bouncer steps aside. The backroom is practically empty other than a couple folding chairs, and a few duffle bags. In the middle of the room you see a man wearing a face mask covering from below his eyes down. He’s clearly warming up. The other man is holding up gloves helping him practice.
“Soonyoung.” Jeonghan says releasing your hand.
Immediately the boys stop practicing. Soonyoung walks over and gives Jeonghan a hug. The man who was referred to as Bes stares at you silently. Slowly he tilts his head as if he’s studying you. Without thinking you step closer to him. There is something about him that you’re immediately drawn to. He doesn’t move, he’s locked in place watching you.
The door you walked through swings opens. Another man dressed in an expensive suit steps into the back.
“Bes, it’s your turn. Kick Parks ass. I have a lot of money riding on this fight.” The man shouts before walking out.
Jeonghan grabs your hand pulling you towards him. “We’ll meet you guys back here after the fight.”
The man behind the mask doesn’t say anything, he just watches as Jeonghan leads you back out the door.
Walking back into the warehouse things feel different. EDM music is booming through the speakers. Jeonghan leads you back over towards Minghao. You look to the other side of the ring to see a tall man with a similar build as Junhui. He’s covered in tattoos with dark hair.
The speaker crackles as someone shouts, “Bes!” The room instantly erupts. Soonyoung walks out next to Junhui, with the man in the suit flanking behind them. Junhui shirtless, wearing black cargo pants, and no shoes. Your eyes are instantly captivated by his beautiful body. He stops next to you and nods before walking to the center of the empty space.
Jeonghan never releases your hand as the fight starts. The bass is booming as they go blow for blow fighting. It’s clear that Junhui who everyone refers to as Bes is a very skilled fighter. The other fighter lands a solid kick on Junhui ribs, sending him shuffling back. Your eyes never leave him. He takes another step back gathering himself, before launching towards Park. With every single punch Junhui is getting the upper hand.
Park doesn’t give up though, he keeps giving Junhui firm kicks to the ribs. Junhui gets a strong kick to his jaw, sending Park down to the floor. The crowd erupts the moment he hits the concrete.
The same person that was dressed in the expensive suit walks into the middle and declares Bes the winner. Junhui dips his head, before walking back to back. The man in the suit hands Minghao a huge stack of money. Minghao gives him a curt nod, before him and Soonyoung follow Junhui to the back. Jeonghan squeezes your hand before dragging you off. Jeonghan locks the door as you step into the to room.
“Is it locked?” Minghao asked.
“Yeah.” Jeonghan says before releasing your hand.
Junhui takes off his face mask. He’s maybe ten feet from you. He takes a deep breath as he stares at you. For years you’ve had dreams of the man who is standing in front of you. Maybe it’s not him, but you feel like you know him.
“Jeonghan, who is this?” Junhui finally speaks.
“This is ___, she’s the girl who I mentioned.”
Reaching into his duffle bag, he pulls out a black hoodie. He pulls it on slowly, clearly sore from the fight. “You need to learn self defense right?”
“Yeah.” You finally speak.
“Why does she need to learn to fight?” Soonyoung asks.
Minghao seems like he’s barely paying attention. He’s more focused on counting the wad of money he was handed.
“My ex won't leave me alone."
“Fuck.” Minghao chimes in.
“The dude is an asshole. He won’t leave her alone at work now. Mingyu and I are trying to protect her, but we can’t always be there.” You’re scared of your ex, but at least you know at work and whenever you’re with them, they’ll keep you safe.
“I’ll teach you to fight.” He steps closer to you. “I’ll help keep you safe.” You don’t understand right now, but Junhui will do anything to protect you.
“I appreciate it.” He steps closer and instantly stops in his tracks.
“Jeonghan can give you my contact info.”
“Okay.”
THREE: A SPARK LIKE YOU’VE NEVER FELT BEFORE
The address Junhui gave you is a gym on the west side of town. It’s about a twenty minute walk from your place.
Standing outside the gym, you notice there are brick apartments above. Looking at the address again you realize that it’s for one of the apartments. You see a glass door. Walking over to it you pull it open. His building is nice, it definitely is newer than yours. Walking up the stairs you see the numbers and walk two doors to the left.
You aren’t quite sure why you’re nervous. You give the black painted wood door two firm knocks. You step back and wait. It only takes about thirty seconds before Minghao opens the door.
“Hello.” He gives you a small wave, before stepping aside.
You give him a polite nod. Stepping inside you look around. The apartment is an open concept for the kitchen and living area. There looks to be a small hallway where you assume the bedrooms are located. The walls are a mix of brick, and grey paint. The floor is a dark hard wood with a big green rug in the living area.
“Jun is in his room. Let me go grab him.” Minghao excuses himself, leaving you go awkwardly stand in the living room. You keep looking around, taking in the details of their shared space.
Looking over at the hallway you watch as both boys walk out. Minghao is now wearing a coat. He gives you another nod.
“I’m going to meet up with Chan and Soonyoung.” The front door clicks and suddenly you’re alone with the familiar man.
He’s dressed more casually today. He’s wearing a black tank top that hugs his toned body, and a pair of black joggers. His hair looks fluffy, almost as if his hair has been freshly washed.
“I feel like I should properly introduce myself.” You realize that at the warehouse he only really learned your name. “I’m ___, you can call me bunny if you want. Jeonghan and Mingyu call me that.”
He smiles at your cute nickname. “Bunny?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story, but the short version is, according to Jeonghan, I’m cute like a bunny.”
“I’m Junhui. My friend call me Jun, and you can as well. Whenever I’m fighting I go by Bes. If you ever watch me fight again, or you see me in a mask please just call me Bes.”
“Why Bes?”
“Bes is a god who is a protector. I’ve lived my life trying to protect women and children.” Something about him feels so safe. You don’t know him, but you feel as if you’ve always known him.
“I like that.”
He steps closer to you. “I’ll teach you to protect yourself, and I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you.”
“Let me take you to the gym downstairs. I own it with Hao.”
He leads you to the door. He slips on a pair of sneakers and grabs a set of keys from the bowl that’s sitting on a table by the door.
Neither of you say anything as you head downstairs. He walks up to the door and slowly opens it. Stepping inside you see some fighting equipment. It’s clear based on the fight you watched, and Junhui’s build that he's a trained fighter.
He leaves you standing on the padded mat to look around, walking over to the box and pulls out gloves. He walks back over to you. “Do you know how to fight?”
“I know how to punch someone.”
“Do you know how to defend yourself?”
“Not really.”
He hands you the gloves. “Put these on.”
You put them on with his help. He moves so you’re standing in the middle of the padded floor. Holding his bare hands up, he nods. “Alright, punch my hands.”
“Won’t that hurt you?”
“I take punches for a living. No offense you don’t hit as hard as the men I fight.”
You throw a punch at his left hand and then his right now.
“Good job, now do it again.”
For about two hours he trains you on fighting and defense. You’re absolutely exhausted, and sitting on the floor with your back against the wall. Junhui is sitting next to you. He holds out a bottle of water. You take a huge gulp of water.
“You did good.” He says.
“How are you still standing after fighting? I’m exhausted.” You lean your head back against the wall.
“I’ve trained for this for a long time.”
You take another big sip of the water. “What made you become an underground fighter?”
He pushes his fingers through his hair. “I’ve always been good at fighting. I realized early on when I would fight I would get this adrenaline rush. Fighting in that warehouse just became quick and easy money for me.”
“Oh.”
He grabs his own water and takes a big sip. “I feel like I should get to know you. Where do you work?”
“I work at the same club Jeonghan does.” Junhui has never been to a club, but what he has gathered from Soonyoung and Jeonghan it sounds like it's a club and a strip club. He’s not sure what your job is, but he doesn’t care if you’re a stripper.
“What do you do there?”
“I’m a waitress.”
“Where do you live?”
“Downtown, near the train station on seventh street.” Junhui knows exactly where that is. That isn’t the best part of town. He knows the rent is cheaper there. Soonyoung used to date a girl who lived a couple blocks from there. It’s about a twenty minute walk from the warehouse district.
“Do you walk to work?” He doesn’t like the idea of you walking home at night.
“Sometimes. Other times Jeonghan or Mingyu take me home.”
He pushes himself off the ground. “Maybe you shouldn’t be walking home if your ex is stalking you.”
“I know. It’s really rare for me to walk home.”
Junhui holds out his hand. You take it, and he pulls you up. “Call if you ever need a ride home. I’ll pick you up or Hao can.”
“You’re already doing too much for me, by helping me learn to fight.” You look down and realize he’s still holding your hand. Him holding your hand feels so natural.
“I promised you that I would keep you safe, and I meant that.” He releases your hand.
“I feel like I know you for some reason.” You knit your brows, you can’t fully explain what you’re feeling.
He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you with an unreadable expression.
“Maybe we were meant to know each other.” He finally responds.
“Maybe.”
“Did you walk here?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me drive you home.”
FOUR: ALL THE MESSED I’VE MADE, LEAD ME BACK TO YOU
Over the last month and half you’ve been going to Junhui’s place by train three times a week. You’ve grown quite close to the masked fighter. You’ve even gone to a handful more of his fights. It's become clear that Junhui is the star fighter of that underground fight scene.
It's a day you're off and went to Junhui's gym for training. You've gotten quite good at boxing. Junhui is holding up his hand helping you hit moving targets. He's wearing a proud smile at how good you've gotten.
Junhui is standing by the wall drinking water while you fix your hair. Junhui can't help but be distracted sometimes at how beautiful he thinks you are.
You turn and give him a smile. "What are your plans this evening?"
"I don't have any. Minghao is out on a date so I think I'm home alone."
"Would you want to hang out and get dinner together?"
"Sure." You don't realize but Junhui will do anything you ask him to do.
You end up at a little hole in the wall bar that serves delicious Thai Food downtown that you love.
There is a cozy little booth by the back wall. You're each drinking a bottle of beer while sharing a couple plates of delicious food.
You notice how comfortable Junhui has grown around you. He's dishing himself some pad thai while listening to you tell a story about growing up.
"How long have you been at the club?" He asks.
"Five years. The money is really good there." You really hope he doesn't push for too much more information about the club.
"How long have you lived alone?"
"About two years. I used to live with a shitty ex."
"Was that shitty ex Dae or another one?"
"Another one. I have a bad track record with men." You don't know the last time you actually dated a decent guy. Your last three relationships started out good, before they both crashed and burned.
"You’re too good for those men." He says confidently.
"I wish I believed that." You used to be so confident, but since Dae and you broke up he's seemed to break your confidence.
"You're beautiful, kind, and compassionate. I think that makes you too good for most men." He picks up his beer and stares at it for a moment. "Any man you choose to give any of your time to, should feel lucky."
"I'm really glad Jeonghan introduced us." Junhui feels like he's the missing piece in life.
"I think I definitely owe him."
You both sit there enjoying your food. You hear someone yell your name. You look over at the pool table to see Dae and some of his gang friends.
You must look like you've seen a ghost. Junhui glances at you and quickly looks over at Dae who is walking towards you. Your hand that is sitting on the table instant clenches.
Junhui reaches out grabbing your hand. You relax it as he holds your hand. He squeezes it once, gaining your attention.
"There's my girl." Dae says walking up.
"I'm not your girl." You say firmly.
"Who is this guy?" Dae turns his attention to Junhui.
Junhui narrows his eyes at him. "None of your business."
"I think it's my business who my girl is seeing." Dae tilts his head.
"She's not your property and she sure as hell isn't your girl."
Dae barks out a laugh. "You're just her new toy. Soon she'll get bored with you, and come running back to me."
"Fuck you, Dae."
"We both know it's true, baby."
"I think you should leave her alone." Junhui releases your hand and stands up.
"Or what?" Dae says, shoving his finger into Junhui's chest.
You look behind your ex to see his friends are paying attention to what is unfolding. You stand up and grab Junhui's hand. You're scared of what will happen if you don't leave now.
"Let's go." You tug on his hand.
"What's wrong lover boy are you going to let her boss you around."
"I think it’s for the best that I leave. Just know if you lay another finger on her, I will end you."
Junhui squeezes your hand as he leads you out of the bar. Neither of you say anything as he leads you back to his car.
He unlocks the door and helps you into your side. He gets in and silently starts driving. Your chest aches, realizing your ex possibly ruined everything you could have been building with Junhui.
You expect him to drive you back home, but are surprised when he takes you to his place.
"What's going on?" You finally ask.
"I don't want you home alone in an apartment where Dae can find you."
Heading upstairs to his place he walks up slowly behind you, almost as if he's protecting you.
Once inside you notice how quiet the place is. Minghao must still be out for the night.
"Let's head to my room."
You follow him down the small hallway. He opens the door and you both head inside. His room is cream colored with dark hardwood floors. His bed is a queen with dark grey sheets and a cream comforter. The floor is partially covered by a grey rug. There is a door that sits against the same wall as his bed. That leads to the ensuite bathroom.
"You can sleep in here tonight and I'll sleep in the living room."
You hate the idea of him giving up his bed to you. "We can share the bed. I don't mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Would you like to shower before we go to bed?"
"Please."
He shows you how to use the shower and tells you all his products in the shower can be used.
"I'll find you some clothes to sleep in."
"I'll close the curtain so you can just bring them in if you don't mind."
"Okay."
He leaves you alone in the bathroom. Pulling back the curtain and the sliding glass door you turn on the water giving it a moment to warm up. Stripping away your clothes, you try to fold them up neatly.
Stepping into the hot water you instantly start to relax. You just stand there letting the warm water washes the stress your ex caused.
The door opens and it takes everything in you not to peek through the curtain to him. "I got you a pair of shorts that are pretty comfortable and a baggy shirt."
"Thank you."
"I'll be on the other side of the door if you need me."
The door clicks shut signaling you're alone again. Looking on the corner shelf you find shampoo and conditioner. You're happy to see Junhui doesn't use two in one like some men. It looks like he has nice moisturizing shampoo and conditioner.
You take your time washing your hair, before using his citrus scented body wash. He always smells so fresh and clean and now you know why.
After you finish showering you work on fully drying yourself off and taming your hair.
Walking into his bedroom you find him laying on the top of the comforter in just a pair of sweat shorts. You already have a crush on him and the thought of him laying in bed with you, looking like that is enough to make you go crazy.
Crawling into bed you lay there staring at the ceiling. "Thank you for keeping me safe." You glance over at him.
"I promised you that I would protect you."
"I appreciate it. It's been really nice having you in my life."
"I'm glad we met." He says as he starts to crawl under the covers.
"Maybe we should get some sleep."
Closing your eyes you try to sleep. Anytime you get close to falling asleep, you keep having visions of the man lying next to you. Your dreams of him almost feel like déjà vu.
Your eyes slowly open. Laying on your side you stare at him. Since meeting Junhui you can't help but feel like your life is changing for the better. The problem is, you're terrified he's going to grow tired of you and all your baggage. What if he doesn’t like the sides of you that you desperately try to keep hidden?
His eyes flutter open. "What are you looking at?"
"You."
He reaches out, setting his hand right next to yours. The room feels incredibly small. It's taking everything not to reach out and touch him.
"Are you tired?" He asks.
"Yeah."
"You should get some sleep." He laces his fingers with yours. "Sweet dreams, bunny."
FIVE: KISS IT BETTER
Over the last week you find yourself constantly with Junhui if you aren't working. He's become a very important fixture in your life. Jeonghan and Mingyu have even started teasing you at work, about your crush on him. You don't even bother lying to yourself anymore. You're well aware you've fallen for the masked fighter.
The tension between the two of you is starting to be too much. Your days spent at his gym leave your yearning for the smallest touches. It's been too long since you've been intimate with someone, and the fact that you like him so much isn't helping. You feel touch starved. You would do anything just to hold his hand again.
It's another rainy day and you find yourself in Junhui's empty gym with him. Instead of boxing like you normally do, he's teaching you how to get out of a submission hold.
He’s hovering over you, with your hands pinned to the floor next to your head. You didn't make it easy on him trying to pin you down. You shift slightly trying to pull away.
"You can get out of this." He pushes your hands back down. Lifting your hips, you try to knock him off you. He shakes his head. "I'm not going to make it easy."
You know you have one chance if you can throw your leg hard enough to knock you both over. You take a deep breath before throwing your leg.
Jun releases you, tumbling off you. Pushing yourself off the ground, you make quick work of crawling on top of him. You sit on his lap. There is absolutely no way you can keep him pinned down, but you wanted to prove to him, you could get out of his hold.
Grabbing his hands you pin them next to his head, just like he did to you. He looks up at you giving you a wicked grin.
"That's impressive."
You release his hands knowing he'll pin you again to prove a point if you don't wave the white flag.
One of your hands rests over his chest. You can feel his heart beating below. He lifts his head slightly.
"Do you like the view?" You give him a smile.
"The view is great."
You lean down slightly. God, up close like this he's so damn beautiful. He pushes himself up so you're still sitting on his lap but his face is close to yours.
Silently he pushes your hair out of your face. His hand rests on your cheek. "You're so pretty. The view from here is even better."
Leaning in close you test the water. Resting your nose against his. Your lips part as you take a deep breath.
"I'm going to kiss you." He whispers.
The moment your lips touch for the first time, you feel alive. Kissing him is everything you've dreamed of. One of his hands stays on your cheek while the other rests on your hip, holding you close to him.
Pulling back you can't help but smile. "That was nice."
He gives you the cutest crooked smile. Leaning back in you crash your lips into his. One of his hands roams your back. Your lips move together in perfect sync. He runs his tongue across the seam of your lips. Opening your mouth he slides his tongues against yours.
His hand rests on your butt, squeezing it he pulls your body closer to his. You're making out on the floor of his gym, like a couple of horny teenagers.
Tangling your fingers in his hair you hold him close to you.
"I like you." You whisper against his lips.
"Fuck—" He moans.
You have no concept of time as you kiss him like your life depends on it. It could be five minutes or even an eternity.
Pulling away you both need a minute to catch your breath. He rests his large hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb across your bottom lip.
"Where have you been all my life?" You sigh.
"Waiting for you."
SIX: LITTLE SECRETS YOU CANT TELL
You hate nights like this when neither Jeonghan or Mingyu are at work with you. Your rent is due, and the only way to avoid being absolutely broke for a few weeks, is getting up on stage. Normally it would be fine if you knew the boys were here as a safety net.
Just knowing you’re alone always leaves you feeling unsettled.
Looking in the mirror you work on reapplying the makeup you caked on when you know you're going on stage. A couple of the dancers sitting on the other side of the mirror are talking about some work gossip. Since you started dancing here you try your hardest to stay out of drama. You have enough going on in your life. The last thing you need is for people at work to be involved in your life.
This is the final half hour of your night. You just need to do one more dance and you're able to go home, with plenty of money.
"____ you're up next." The DJ pops into the back and shouts.
You walk out to the stage. You take a slow deep breath as the music starts to play. The guitar intro to "Kiss It Better" by Rhianna plays you in.
Walking on the stage the bright lights are blinding. You hand grips the pole as you spin around.
As the song goes on you start shedding what little clothes you're wearing. The song comes to a close and you're left standing on stage fully naked. Walking off stage in your sky high heels you wrap a robe around you tightly.
You walk into the back room and immediately grab your toiletry bag. You head into the wash room and work on washing away the stage make up that's caked onto your face. You have no problem with Junhui seeing you barefaced, but you don't want to see him in full stage makeup.
Heading back to your locker you're greeted by one of the managers handing you your tips from the last dance. You pull out some for the djs and bartender and then shove it into the pouch you keep in your bag.
"Are you heading out?" Your manager asks.
"Yeah."
"Have a good night."
Reaching into your back you pull out a pair of joggers and sweater. You get dressed in your warm and cozy clothes quickly. Grabbing your phone from your bag you see a text from Junhui. It reads "be outside in five minutes."
You gather your purse and make sure you have your money bag. You shove the rest of your dancing stuff in your locker. You make your way quickly through the club hoping to get to Junhui.
Walking outside into the cool night air you see him parked close to the entrance. You jog to his car and quickly get in.
Sitting your bag on the floorboard you turn and give him a smile. "Thank you for picking me up."
"How was work?" He asks. Your stomach twists in knots. You hate talking about your job. You don't want to lie to him, but you can't bring yourself to tell him that tonight was one of those nights you took your clothes off on stage.
"Fine." You know you probably sound short with your answer but you can't help it.
"What happened?" He raises his brow, clearly confused by your tone.
"It's just work."
"Did you want to talk about it?"
"Can we please not?" You can't do this tonight. You aren't ready for things to blow up between you.
"We don't have to talk about it." He leans over and presses his lips to your cheek for a gentle kiss.
"I know it's late, but did you want to stay at my place tonight? The guys are over hanging out and they asked if you would join us." This isn't the first time he's asked you to stay over since your first kiss. You've stayed over enough that Junhui has gotten toiletries of things you use in his bathroom. Your sleepovers are quite innocent outside of some kissing. You both just like the intimacy of sharing a bed and cuddling.
In the process of getting close to Junhui, you've also grown close with his three best friends.
"Is there possibly food there? I'm starving."
He holds his hand out. Without thinking twice you lace your fingers with his. He lifts his hand and kisses the top of your hand.
"Chan brought pizza over."
"Perfect."
The drive to Junhui's place isn't too long. He parks and turns the car off. He doesn't move to get out and neither do you. He turns towards you and gives you a look. You unbuckle your seatbelt and practically launch yourself at him. You move so you're sitting on his lap, with the steering wheel against your back. Your fingers are tangled in his hair as your lips move together. Since your first kiss you shared at the gym, it's not uncommon for you and him to make out like a couple of horny teenagers. His hands roam your back. His hand dips below the back of your sweats. His finger toy with the back of your thong because he grabs the fleshy cheek of your ass. You realize he's definitely an ass man. Whenever you're on top of him he's constantly grabbing your butt.
"Fuck—" he moans against your lips. "I'm going to get hard if we don't stop."
"Is that a problem?" You tease him, pulling back.
"Yeah. Our first time shouldn't be in my car. We should take things slower." You've never had a man want to take things slow like this. But you have no problem waiting. You know when you finally have sex it will be intense, just like everything is with him.
After your intense makeout session in the car you find yourself in the living room of Junhui and Minghao's apartment. It's two in the morning but none of the guys seem to be tired. Soonyoung is sitting on the floor next to Chan. They have been talking about some huge fight with some man named Johnny.
"Dude, Johnny is in Sung's gang. Last time I checked Sung is still pissed he lost money when you beat him." Soonyoung says. If you remember correctly, Sung was the first man you saw Junhui fight.
"Is fighting Johnny a good idea?" Minghao asks.
"No." Chan chimes in.
"The money would be crazy though." Soonyoung responds.
Junhui isn't saying anything. He's just silently sitting on the couch next to you.
"Jun you don't have to do it." Minghao says.
"If I don't fight him, Sung is just going to be more pissed."
"Dude Johnny is huge. He knocked out Bronx and broke his arm." Chan says.
Everything they're all saying is making you extremely uneasy. You look over at Junhui, unable really read his emotions.
"What is the payout?" Junhui asks.
"Double the Sung fight." Minghao says.
"I'll do it." The moment he agrees you suddenly want to cry. You push yourself off the couch.
You don't say anything as you walk off to Junhui's room. You don't want to make a scene begging him not to fight. You clearly have something going on with Junhui but you definitely aren't his girlfriend.
You head off to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to start getting ready for bed. You go about your business brushing your teeth and changing into the oversized shirt and shorts Junhui keeps in the top drawer for you.
You walk out of the bathroom and find Junhui sitting on the bed waiting for you.
"You're clearly upset."
You stop in front of him and stand between his spread legs. "I'm worried."
"I can count on one hand how many fights I've lost." He rests his hand on your thigh.
"If you're going to do this fight I want to be there."
He shakes his head, leaning back away from you. "It could get ugly, and I don't want you to see it."
Closing your eyes you take a deep. How could you possibly explain to him that you care so much about him that you'll be worried sick about him?
"I need to be there. I can't just go to work or sit at home and pretend everything is okay." You crawl on to his lap. "I'm begging you, please."
Reaching up he holds your face with both hands. "You need to bring Jeonghan or Mingyu with you."
He leans up, pressing his lips to yours. You don't realize but he cares about you so much, that he can't stand the idea of you being upset with him.
"You can go back out with the boys if you want." You feel guilty he left his friends because you got upset.
"They're just drinking and hanging out. I don't want to do that. I want to lay in bed and hold you."
Crawling off of him, you shimmy out of your shorts you're wearing. You're standing there in just a little thong and an oversized shirt.
"I think you're trying to make me hard." He groans laying down flat.
"It's more comfortable to sleep this way." You flash him a faux innocent smile.
He lets out a heavy sigh before sitting up. "Should I sleep naked?"
"I would prefer you did." You tease him crawling into the side of your bed you find yourself always sleeping on.
He heads off to the bathroom leaving you alone for about five minutes. He comes back dressed only in a pair of tight boxer-briefs that leave little to the imagination.
He crawls into bed next to you. Reaching over he turns off the light. He pulls you close to him. Your head is resting on this chest and he has your leg pulled on top of his stomach. You're as physically close as you can be.
You never feel as relaxed as you are in his arms. It doesn't take long until you're sound asleep curled up against him.
SEVEN: EVERYTHING WAS MIDNIGHT RAIN
It’s hard to watch the fight unfolding in front of you. Jeonghan holds your hand tightly. Johnny is bigger than Junhui and his hits are landing hard. He throws a head right hook to Junhui's jaw. He stumbles back, spitting out blood.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you can’t watch this. The crowd erupts screaming. Opening your eyes just a little you see Johnny on the floor. Junhui is on top of him throwing punches.
Johnny gets a firm kick in, getting Junhui off of him. Junhui stumbles back. Johnny is throwing punches, and kicks nonstop. Junhui is able to block most of them. Johnny gets another firm hit in, splitting open Junhui eyebrow.
Burying yourself into Jeonghan’s side, you squeeze your eyes shut. You care about the man in the mask too much to watch him get this hurt.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Jeonghan says.
You try to block out everything. The cheers get louder, and you hear the noises both the fighters are making. The crowd groans and suddenly erupts.
Pulling away from Jeonghan slowly you find Johnny knocked out on the concrete and Junhui standing tall. Blood is dripping from his eyebrow down his face. Lifting his hand he wipes away the blood. His eyes stay locked on yours.
Your chest aches staring at him. He’s staring at you in the room filled to the brim with people cheering, like it's only you two. The vice grip on your heart, leaves you stuck standing there.
Hao and Soonyoung rush over to Junhui. Soonyoung is working on checking on him while the man running the show hands Minghao a duffel bag. Junhui and the boys walk towards the back. The moment they’re close to you and Jeonghan, Junhui grabs your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours, he squeezes your hand.
Once in the back, Jeonghan locks the door. Junhui takes off his mask. You instantly notice his lip is busted open. You want to work on cleaning him up, but before you can, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
You can feel the eyes of the other three boys burning into you. Closing your eyes, you lean into him. Wrapping your arms around him tightly. You don’t ever want to see him in another fight like that.
“I’m sorry, you had to see that.” He says just loud enough for you to hear.
“I can’t see you get hurt like that again.” Tears brim your eyes. You can’t help but cry. Sniffling back tears, you try to keep yourself together.
He pulls away slowly. He stares at you for a short second. Reaching up he rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb drags across your cheek, pushing away your tears.
“I should get looked at.”
Stepping back, you nod. “Yea. Soonyoung needs to clean up your wounds and doctor you.”
Junhui slowly walks over towards the boy. You stand locked in the same place Junhui left you. Jeonghan walks in over to you. Your eyes are locked on the man you’ve grown to care for, as his friends are inspecting his injuries.
Jeonghan stands next to you. He nudges your side, catching your “Do you love him?” He asks, just loud enough for you to hear.
“I think so. I think there is something in the universe that pulled us to each other. Before him, there was a part of me that always felt like it was missing. He makes me feel whole.”
“It seems like he loves you.”
“I’m bad luck, and I’m so scared he's going to get hurt because of me.”
“He won’t get hurt because of you. Let him protect you, and take care of you.” Jeonghan nudges your side again.
You finally look away from Junhui. “What if he doesn’t like who I am? What if he finds out about my job, and it’s too much for him?” Everything you’ve done at work that you’re not proud of, was so you could survive. You never planned on taking your clothes off for money, but sometimes you have to so you can survive.
“He’s not going to judge you. I know him, he’s a really good guy and he cares about you. He’s not going to care that you strip every so often.”
Junhui slowly stands up. Minghao hands him another mask. As soon as you all walk out of the back door, you don’t want people to fully see his face.
He puts on the mask and glances over at you. He walks over to you and laces his fingers with yours. Being close to him feels natural.
Walking out of the crowded warehouse. Soonyoung helps clear a path. Stopping at the entrance you see it’s now raining.
“Can I come to your place, to take care of you?” You don’t want to be alone tonight. You’re just going to stay awake all night worrying about him.
“Yeah of course.”
Jeonghan and Soonyoung say goodnight, before running to their cars. Junhui leads you through the rain towards Minghao’s car.
The ride to the boy’s apartment wasn’t too long. Minghao walks behind as Junhui slowly makes his way upstairs. Once inside, Junhui heads off to his room. Before you can follow, Minghao grabs your wrist stopping you.
“Hey?”
“Yeah?”
“He doesn’t do this with other women. I know you seem kind of guarded, and I want you to know he’s not some player or something. He’s pretty guarded himself, and only let you in because he cares about you.”
“I care about him too.”
“I know.” Minghao releases your wrist. “Take care of him tonight.”
“I will.”
You head off towards Junhui’s room. Slowly pushing the door open. He’s nowhere to be seen. You look by his hamper and find his clothes he was just wearing. The door that leads to the bathroom is cracked, and you can hear the water running.
Pushing the door open you see the curtain is pulled shut. “Jun?”
“Yeah, bunny?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, you can join me if you would like.”
Walking in you shut the door fully. Without even thinking you start stripping away your clothes. Being naked in front of people isn't anything new for you, but the idea of him seeing you naked for the first time feels intimate.
Pulling back the curtain, you slide the door open. You step into the shower carefully. Your eyes instantly lock onto his beautiful body that is drenched. His ribs are already painted with water colored bruises, blooming on his skin. His lip is slowly healing. He turns around letting the water rinse away his shampoo.
You could spend hours admiring all the details of his beautiful body. Your eyes can’t help but wander down to his large cock, which is resting between his legs.
“You’re beautiful.” You say.
He gives you a gentle smile. “You’re breathtaking.”
He steps out from the water and holds his hand out. You reach out, taking his hand. Stepping under the hot water, your body instantly starts to relax.
“You know we’ve only ever kissed and now I’m naked in the shower with you.” You try to make light of the situation.
“I’m sorry.” He leans in close, while the water is pouring down on both of you.
“Don’t be sorry.” You want anything and everything this man will possibly give you.
His large hand rests on your cheek. He leans in even closer so his nose is bumping yours. His lips just barely brush yours as he takes a deep breath. Your lips part, as you’re dying to say something. Silent pleads sit on your tongue.
“Jun—“
“Let me take a moment to enjoy this.”
“Kiss me or I might drop dead.”
The softest laugh passes his lips. Everything melts away as his lips crash into yours. Your fingers tangle in his wet hair, holding him close to you.
He pulls back slightly, just giving you each a moment to breathe.
“Are you hurting?” You know he’s in pain after that terrible fight.
“A little but, I want to be close to you. I want to kiss you, just like I do in every lifetime.”
“Lifetime?” You have no clue what he’s talking about.
“I was made in every lifetime for you.” He rambles before crashing his lips into yours again.
He moves your both, so your back is pressed up against the cold white tile. Your lips move together like you need each other to breathe. Junhui is the air in your oxygen deprived lungs. He moves from kissing your lips, across your jaw, and down your delicate neck.
Echoing moans pass your lips as he finds the sensitive spot on the side of your neck. “Jun—“
He kisses the tops of each of your breasts. Mindlessly reach between your two bodies. You find his hardening cock against your stomach.
“Can I?” You ask.
“Please.”
His lips travel back to yours. The way your lips move together is intoxicating. You focus on pumping his length at a steady pace. He groans into mouth as you continue to kiss. One of his hands is on your breast, squeezing it. His thumb teases your nipple, reaching moans from you.
“Fuck—“ he whispers against your lips.
“You feel good.” You whisper.
“I’m going to cum.” You take this as your sign to pick up the pace.
His nose rests against yours. His lips part, and soft moans and groans pour out. His breathing is heavy, and his eyes closed.
“Fuck—“ He paints your hand and stomach with his milky white release.
You pull back and smile at the sight of him. He looks heavenly in his post orgasmic bliss.
You step back under the water rinsing off your hand and stomach. Junhui moves so he’s leaning against the wall. His eyes slowly open, he looks at you in a haze.
“Baby, come here.” He reaches for you. “Let me take care of you.”
“Later, right now I’m taking care of you.”
He steps back towards the water again. He presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “I can make you cum.”
“You don’t need to. Let’s finish up and go to bed.”
Getting out of the shower you both take your time drying off. Neither of you bother putting on clothes. You crawl into his bed. You’re laying on your side with Junhui curled up behind you, holding you close. Nothing is said as he presses kisses to your bare shoulder.
“Jun?”
“Yeah, baby?” You love when he calls you baby.
“What do you mean, you were made for me in every lifetime?” You aren’t sure if he was just rambling on if what he said actually meant something.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
“Jun, I feel things for you I can’t explain. I don’t think you’ll say anything I think is crazy.”
“I’ve lived so many lifetimes , they all just feel like recurring dreams.” He pauses for a moment. “But in every single lifetime, I have you. We’ve had many different names, but in every single one we look the same. I find you in every single one of those lives, and I always love you. In every life I protect, I'm the protector Bes, and in every lifetime I protect you.” You should run away and tell him he’s crazy, but you know deep down this is true. You’ve had dreams of him, long before you met him. You know deep down inside you’ve lived many life times together.
“I believe you.”
He presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “That’s why we’re drawn to each other.”
“It makes sense.” You let out a yawn. It’s been a long day and you can barely hold your eyes open.
“Let’s get some sleep.” He says softly.
It doesn’t take long before you both fall asleep curled up with the echoing sounds of the rain outside.
EIGHT: ALL THE PAIN AND FEAR
Nights like this are the worst. You went into work telling yourself you would just work as a waitress. That the tips and pay from that alone would get you in the clear for a few weeks. You didn't expect your boss to ask if you wanted to get on stage.
Sitting in the back Jeonghan comes over and sits down next to you. He places soda down in front of you.
Glancing up at him, you find him giving you a sympathetic smile.
"You don't have to get up there if you don't want to."
"I know. I'm worried about what Jun will think." Before him you didn't really worry about what someone would think about you getting on that stage.
"I promise you, he won't care."
"What if he looks at me differently?" You grab the lemon lime soda he placed in front of you.
"Neither me or Mingyu looked at you differently when you started doing it. Jun won't care. You just need to be honest with him."
A heavy sigh passes your lips. You bring the ice cold glass to your lips and take a drink or the crisp soda.
"If you don't want to do it, you can always say no. Woojin is an asshole but I doubt he would make you get on stage if you don't want to."
Jeonghan stands up and pats your back. "Whatever you want to do I support you."
You finish drinking your soda and decide you're just going to do it. You've never felt shameful for being a stripper and you know deep down inside Junhui won't care.
One dance that's all you'll do, and then you'll be a waitress the rest of the night.
Heading off to the room the dancer get ready in, you go to your locker where you store things for nights like tonight.
You're dressed in a tiny white lace set that leaves little to the imagination. Putting on your heels you go over to the DJ and let him know what song you want him to play.
Standing on the side stage you take slow deep breaths trying to calm down. The beat to the song "Do I Wanna Know" by the Arctic Monkeys starts to play. The DJ says your stage name as you walk onto the stage.
Being on stage feels like a blur. Leaning against the cold pole you sway your body to the beat of the music. Reaching for the front clasps on your bra, you disconnect it and let the white lace fall to the floor.
Looking around you just see the bright light and the money hitting the stage.
Grabbing the pole, you walk around it just dressed in your tiny white thong. Stepping out of it, you leave yourself standing there fully naked. You dance around a little as the song comes to a close. Walking off the stage you grab a robe that you left on the hook.
Tying the robe up you walk back to the dancers room. You don't want to sit back here and think about what just happened. You just quickly put on a tiny white dress, not bothering to wear a bra and another thong. You know you could make more money in tips if you're dressed like this. You switch to a pair of chunk white boots that have a heel and a platform that are comfortable.
Walking back onto the floor you let your manager know you're going to wait tables. You see your first table and head over to the bar where Jeonghan is.
"How are you feeling?" He asks as he starts making your drinks for table seven.
"Fine. I just made my rent on stage."
"You don't sound fine." He responds as he cleans a glass.
"Jun is fighting tonight and I'm always on edge when I'm not there to make sure he's safe."
"That's understandable. Did you want me to drop you off at Jun's tonight?" He sets the glass down on the counter.
"Yes please."
You go back to taking drink orders and waiting tables. You've got maybe two hours left at work and instead of fully waiting tables, you're running out drinks for Jeonghan.
You're on the far side of the club, out of view of Jeonghan or Mingyu. You've just brought a large tray of shots to a group of men dressed in suits.
Turning around you feel sick instantly. Dae locks eyes on you immediately. He finds you walking around near the stage. You look around hoping Mingyu will show up. Jeonghan has a swarm of people at the bar, so he definitely can't see you.
"Leave me alone." You say firmly as he approaches.
"Baby, don't be like that." He walks up.
Holding your arm out you keep a distance from him. "I'm just trying to talk to you without your little masked fighter being your body guard."
You take a big step back. "Leave!"
"Why won't you talk to me anymore?" He takes another step closer.
"We're broken up. We have been for eight months. Just leave me alone."
He barks out a laugh. "Does your little fighter Bes know about you getting up on that stage?"
You don't respond, you just stare at him.
"I'm shocked you're here and not watching your new man's fight tonight. I heard Sung wants revenge." You've heard Minghao and Soonyoung talk about Sung. He's the first guy you ever saw Junhui fight. He's a big strong guy with ties to Dae's gang.
"Shut up."
"I wonder if Sung and everyone else knows that your sweet Junhui is good at fighting." The moment he mentions Junhui’s name, ice runs through your veins.
Without thinking you shove him away from you. "Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about."
He lets out another laugh. "Oh it seems I've hit a nerve."
Before anything else can be said Jeonghan and Mingyu are here. Mingyu grips the back of Dae's shirt, pulling him away from you.
"What your little fighter can't help you, you still need Jeonghan and this goon." He pushes his elbow back towards Mingyu.
Jeonghan pulls you back a little. Dae rolls his eyes and laughs. "I think your boy Junhui should be worried that you're fucking Jeonghan." You and Jeonghan have never done anything sexual together. Dae has always and will always be jealous of your friendship with him.
Mingyu tightens his grip pulling him back more. "Dude, shut the fuck up. You have no clue what you're talking about."
"I hope you said goodbye to your man before you came to work."
"What?"
"Turns out Sung and the boys brought a gun to the fight. It looks like no one is a fan of the masked fighter, Bes." Your stomach instantly drops.
Dae lifts his wrist looking at the time. "I would say things have probably already kicked off. Maybe if you leave now you can say goodbye."
Bile crawls up your throat. The room feels like it's spinning. Stepping forward you slap Dae.
"Good luck, baby." He laughs.
Mingyu pulls him into a chokehold pulling him back.
Without thinking Jeonghan grabs your hand. He drags you through the crowded club. He stops at the bar where your manager Woojin is. He says you're having an emergency. Hand in hand you sprint out of the club together. The concrete is wet from the rain that just ended.
Jeonghan drags you to his car. You both hop in and he drives, breaking too many laws, to get you to the warehouse quickly.
Parking, you hop out and see chaos is already unfolding. Jeonghan looks around frantically.
The sound of the gun shot ringing out echoed outside.
"Fuck." Jeonghan says.
Immediately people start sprinting outside. Another gun shot rings out. Then everything suddenly starts happening too quickly. Jeonghan runs towards the door and luckily sees no one has been shot.
You see Minghao looking terrified with blood on his hands. You sprint towards him.
"What happened?"
With wild eyes Minghao grabs your shoulder. "One of Sung's guys shot Chan."
"How bad is it?"
"It grazed him."
Another group of people rush out. You look inside to see Junhui has Sung pinned to the ground with Soonyoung helping. Jeonghan rushes inside to help Chan.
You follow Minghao inside, you desperately want to get to Junhui.
"Oh my god." Your voice immediately catches Junhui's attention.
You look at Sung and see he's definitely been knocked unconscious. Junhui jumps up and pulls you into his chest. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you both know he needs to keep his mask on.
"We need to get Chan out of here." Jeonghan says.
Chan lets out a groan as Jeonghan and Minghao help him stand up.
Soonyoung stands up and follows behind everyone as you head outside. The boys take Chan towards Jeonghan's car that's parked in the alley behind the warehouse.
Junhui stops and pulls you into another hug. When the first gun shot rang out he was terrified he would never see you again.
You walk towards the alley with him holding your hand. As you get to the entrance you see an expensive looking mustang driving toward you.
Everything moves in slow motion as the head lights get closer and closer.
Junhui moves your body like a force of nature. He shoves you hard and quick, getting you out of the way of the car bearing towards you. You hit the concrete wall with a thud.
He throws himself the other way attempting to save himself. You're just far enough away from the boys that they can't see what is happening.
Everything aches as you hit the hard concrete. Closing your eyes, you feel disoriented.
The car speeds off after clearly missing their target.
“Baby,” he shouts, pushing himself off the cold concrete. His attempts to save you from the car, left him on the cold hard ground. His heart sinks, seeing you laying on the wet asphalt. God he hopes he didn't hurt you, trying to save you.
Frantically he runs to you, praying to any god that you're okay. Being thrown against the wall, left your ears ringing. You held your ears feeling dazed. Slowly you sit up groaning in pain from the impact. He pulls up to your feet and presses you against the brick wall, his hands reached up to hold your face. His eyes are wild as he studies you.
Opening your mouth to speak nothing comes out as you stare at him. His breathing is rough just like yours. The car that tried to hit you, is long gone. You know exactly why they tried to run you off the road.
He releases your face, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. He's still wearing his gear from the fight. His face is still partially covered by his mask.
Glove covered hands roam your soft body. No one’s touch had ever felt quite like this. It wasn’t soft by any means but it was sensual without trying. With your body pressed against the cold brick wall you mind drifts to places it shouldn’t go. Junhui has never touched you like this. He's touching you as if he's trying to make sure you're real.
All that could be heard was heavy breathing between the two of you and the sound of passing cars below.
Your breathing is shallow as you’re focused on Junhui’s eyes.
You're in an alley in the dark side of the city. You had left work in a hurry dressed in nothing but a tiny dress and he was in his outfit he fought in.
It felt wrong because of what had just happened, but you had never been so turned on in your life.
“Jun—,” as you went to speak, he places his hand over mouth, silencing you.
Leaning forward with his lips brushing your ear he whispers, "you can’t say my name out loud right now.”
Slowly he removes his hand.“Okay.”
“Are you okay,” his hands went from your mouth to gently gliding down your throat.
“I’m fine. Maybe a little bruised up,” reaching out you rest your hand on his chest.
“Your pulse is racing,” he rasps.
“I’m on edge.” You're absolutely rattled, after someone clearly tried to kill you, by running you over.
“We need to get you back to my place,” he reaches down and takes your hand.
“What about my place?” Your apartment is way closer and you don't know if you could make it to his place.
“We can go there,” his hand rests in the crook of your neck.
Holding your hand he leads you into the alley where the boys are standing by their cars looking at Chan's wound. It looks like the bullet grazed his arm. They had no clue what just happened.
"We need to go to the hospital." Soonyoung says.
"You guys take Chan, I'm going to take the car and get bunny home safe."
Jeonghan puts his hand on his shoulder. "Please take care of her."
NINE: I BEG FOR YOU, AND EVERYTHING WE COULD BE
You're about ten minutes away from your apartment. He parks his car and leans over and presses his lips to your cheek for a soft kiss.
"In case Dae has people waiting for you outside, maybe we should take the fire escape."
"Good idea."
Arriving at the bottom of your apartment where the fire escape is, leads up to your second story apartment. You climb up the ladder well aware you're barely covered by your dress and tiny thong you're wearing underneath it. You left work in a rush and didn't have time to change into anything else. You're basically in nothing but a skin tight dress that leaves very little to the imagination. Luckily Junhui is a gentleman and wouldn't intentionally try to get an eyeful as you climbed up the ladder.
Climbing through the window into your apartment you help Junhui crawl in behind you. You shut the window quickly and lock it. You proceed to pull the blinds closed and turn to Junhui who's standing by your couch taking deep breaths.
“Are you okay?” You asks, walking towards him quickly.
He reaches up and slowly removed his mask. His black eye already coming in and his cheek is split.
Wide eyes lock on him as he works on taking his outfit off slowly. Low groans pass his lips as he works to strip away his clothes. He had taken quite a beating, tonight was clearly a set up. Sung had every intention of killing Junhui and taking you out after. Dae clearly knew what to say to get you to rush to Junhui. His hands grips the back of the couch as he walks around to sit down.
“I’m going to get my first aid kit.” You say.
The gash on his chest is pretty deep and you know you need to clean it. You hurry off to your bathroom and grab the first aid kit that's under the sink. Walking back into the living room you remove your shoes and walk over, sitting on the couch next to Junhui. His eyes are closed as he takes deep breaths.
“I thought you were dead,” you whisper.
“You don’t have to worry about me." He groans.
“It’s a little hard when I hear that you’ve been shot at the warehouse.”
With a peroxide cover cotton ball you gently cleaned the gash on his chest. His eyes are still closed tight as he groans. Gently you clean his wound, you're trying your hardest to make sure you don't hurt him anymore then he already is.
“Thank you for saving me,” you whisper, pulling away the cotton pad from his skin.
His black eyes open and a crooked smile formed on his beautiful face, “I don’t think you realize I will literally do anything to keep you safe.”
You go to move your hand away, and he reaches out, grabbing your wrist. His thumb gently rubs the underside, where your skin is more sensitive. Your eyes stay locked on him, as he touches you gently. You want to tell Junhui how much he means to you, but your brain doesn't seem to know what to say. Reaching up he takes the blood soaked cotton pad from your hand and placed it on top of the coffee table. He releases your wrist. He reaches down and places his hands on your soft hips. He moves your body as if you weighed nothing, and tugs you onto his lap. He's dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs as you straddle his thighs. You're only wearing a thin small dress that doesn't cover your body very much. You look like a stripper. The amount of make up that's cake on your skin doesn't help the look. His thumb rubs your hip, as the other hand rests on the side of your neck. His lips part as he takes slow breaths. One of your hands rests on his cheek while the other rests on your own thigh, holding down the short dress.
You lean forward resting your nose against his. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest and you know Junhui is aware of that.
“I love the way you smell, your skin always has this soft scent of vanilla,” he inhales.
Taking a slow breath you smile with your nose still resting against his.
His hand that's been resting on your hip crawls up your soft stomach, resting on the underside of your breast. His thumb grazed against the fabric of where your bra would have been if you were wearing one. Pulling his face away from you, he leans his head back and takes a breath. You could feel that he's growing harder beneath you.
“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” He rasps leaning his head back up.
“Let’s not talk about that,” you whisper, praying that you weren’t going to have this conversation. He doesn't need to know that you get more money from tips if you aren't wearing one, or if you wear just a thin bralette.
"You don’t have to keep all these walls up around me." He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I meant it when I told you, I want you. I don't care about your past, or the part that you think you need to hide. I want to be with you and to protect you." He leaves out the part where he wants to tell you, that in every lifetime he's loved you, and in every lifetime he's had to protect you from evil.
“There’s some things I don’t want you to know about me,” you whisper.
“Okay.”
You know it isn't okay, but he isn't going to press you for more information.
“I was so worried about you, I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt,” his voice is shaky.
“I’m okay Jun." Your lips are so close to his.
He must have read your mind, because he leans forward and connects his lips to your. His hand is still resting on your neck. You move your hand from your thigh and rests it on his cheek. Instinctively you roll your hips as your lips move together.
His lips move from your mouth, and he slowly start to kiss his way down your jaw. Holding your eyes close you take in his touch. His hand that's resting on your neck moves to the thin spaghetti strap of your dress.
With his lips ghosting your skin he asks, “can I?”
“Yes,” your tone is needy.
His hand that's resting on the underside of your breast moves up as he pushes down both the straps on your dress. He pushes the fabric down your skin, leaving you completely bare from the waist up. You stare at him, wide eyed as his calloused hands move up to massage your breast. His fingers rolled your nipples. Your lips are parted as you take deep a breath enjoying the feeling of his touch.
“Is this alright?” He asks.
“Yes it is,” you try to keep your tone even.
“I won't let anything like tonight ever happen again,” he leans forward and presses his lips to the side of your mouth.
His lips move against yours, as you slowly roll your hips against his growing length. Your lips move together, as if you need each other to breathe. If someone told Junhui he couldn't exist without you, he wouldn't even second guess them. Kissing you is like a breath of fresh air. You're oxygen in his air deprived lungs. Your hands move up resting on his chest. With his lips ghosting yours he whispers, "I need you.”
“Jun." You hold his face in your hands and pull away from him. "I'm so scared I'll ruin things between us. I'm bad luck, everything always falls apart because of me. I don't want to say something that will ruin things between us."
“Nothing you say will ruin anything between us. I want you, I don't mean I just want to have sex with you. I want to be the person you can lean on. I want to be the person who can take care of you. Baby just let me in." He's never sounded this desperate speaking to you before.
“Junhui I’m begging you just drop it right now,” your own voice is desperate.
“Okay.”
Your lips crash against his as your hips roll against his. Your hands move to the bottom of your dress and push it up so it's resting above your hips. Leaving you practically bare below, except for your tiny white thong. You lift your hips slightly, and pull your thong to the side.
"Please touch me."
His lips move to your neck, leaving wet kisses and gentle nips. His lips ghosts your skin and he whispers, "Are you wet for me?"
“Yes,” you rasps as his finger slide into your core.
You gasped as his fingers did slow circles on your sensitive nub. His lips never left your neck. His touch sent a shiver down your spine in the best way possible.
“I need more,” you moan.
Junhui removes his hands from your core. “Sit up a little bit,” he rasps, removing his lips from your skin.
You sit up as he pushes his boxers down his thighs enough to free his erection. Your eyes stayed locked in his face. He has a look of concentration playing across it. His hands grip your soft thigh bringing you back to a resting position on his thighs.
You sit up just enough to line yourself up with his cock. Slowly you sink down on to his length, gasping as you bottom out. Your hands rests on his chest. You stay still for a moment adjusting to his size. You haven't had sex in a while and your body is tense.
His hand rises up to rest gently on your throat, never in your life have you wanted someone to place even the slightest amount of pressure there. Leaning forward you rest your nose against his. Your breathing is uneven. His eyes are closed as his hand still rests on your throat, his thumb gently glides across your skin. All the oxygen seems to be sucked out of the room, and you need each other to breathe. Your ears are still ringing from being thrown against the wall. In this moment the only thing you can hear is yours and Junhui’s breathing.
Slowly your hips moved up. You start to move slowly up and down his length. The only other sounds passing your lips are pants and soft moans. You have never had sex in your life, that feels nearly as intimate as what is unfolding between you and Junhui. Your hands grip his shoulders as you continue to ride him. He's touching anywhere he possibly can, his hand travels from your throat down to your soft hips. He helps guide you as he moves you up and down his length.
The coil in your stomach tightens, with each drag of his cock. His length curves just the right way. With each thrust he touches that spongy spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
Gasping you lean forward, resting your head against his shoulder. Your lips gently nip at his shoulder. You know you're probably going to leave a mark reminding you both of what had happened between you on your couch.
With each thrust your stomach tightens. Leaning up you press your lips to his for a hungry kiss. He knows you're close by, your needy whimpers. Reaching between you, he toys with your sensitive clit.
With your lips ghosting his you moan his name, as he pushes you over the edge. Your walls flutter around his length; it didn't take too long for him to hit his high and spill inside you. Your body stops moving, you stay completely still sitting on his lap. Your forehead is resting against his as you both your breathing is uneven. His hand moves up, gently resting on your cheek. He places a wet kiss on your lips.
“You should probably take a shower." Your voice is shaky. He pulls away from you slowly.
“Will you join me?” He asks.
“Of course.”
You slowly crawl off his lap with wobbly legs and take his hands as he stands up. You lead him down towards the bathroom door that was next to your bedroom door.
TEN: FATED LOVERS
Laying in bed, your head rests on Junhui’s chest. His calloused hand rubs your back slowly. It was almost five in the morning and neither of you had been able to sleep at all. Your eyes were closed as you tried to take in his closeness. Not even two hours ago you thought Junhui was dead and now you were in bed naked with him.
"Can you promise me, I won't scare you off if I let my walls down?"
"Nothing you say could scare me." He leans down pressing his lips to the top of your head.
"I'm not just a waitress—" you pause. Outside of Jeonghan and Mingyu you don't really share the other side with people. "I also am a stripper when money is tight."
"Baby, that's fine. I fight people for money. You got to do what you got to do to survive."
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you."
"Baby, it's okay. That doesn't change the fact that I love you." These final three words make your chest feel as if it's being squeezed.
"I love you too." You don't think you have ever loved anyone like you love him.
"I'm never going to let anything like tonight ever happen again."
"Okay."
"We should get some sleep."
"Yeah. Can you stay here when we wake up?"
He nods his head. "Of course."
Before long you both fall asleep. You dream of each other just like you always do. It's almost noon when you both wake up.
You take your time making you both lunch as Junhui sits at the table watching you move around the kitchen. Finding you in every lifetime gives his life meaning. Now that he's found you can't wait to spend the rest of this life with you.
After lunch Soonyoung calls and lets you both know that Chan is fine and he's home safe. Luckily the bullet just grazed him. He also informs you that Sung and a bunch of his gang were arrested. You aren't sure if Dae was arrested but you hope he was.
When nightfall comes around you and Junhui pack you an overnight bag and you head back to his place.
Junhui says now that he has you, he can't bear to sleep alone.
Standing in his shower he's taking his time scrubbing shampoo into your hair. He's using this time to take care of you. The moment you rinse your hair you work on washing his still very bruised body. Any chance he gets, he's leaning down to steal a kiss.
"I love you." He says between kisses.
"I love you too."
"I've loved you in every lifetime, and I'll love you in every single one that comes next." He means it. He's lived so many lifetimes as a protector and hopes he finds you in every single one.
He’s always been a fighter and a protector in every lifetime. No matter how hard he tries evil always follows you in one way or another. You have no clue who he is until you come face to face with the man, warding off the evil from your dreams. You find him in an abandoned warehouse fighting in an illegal boxing match. The man in the ring winning instantly captures your attention in every way possible.
˙⋆✮ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, angst
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): underground boxing au, reincarnation au, egyptian god au, soulmate au
˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 14k
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit adult content, violence, gang activity, fighting, injuries, blood, mc has a shitty ex that won’t leave he alone and is harassing her and practically stalking her, attempted murder, sex work, and stripping.
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v, creampie, fooling around in the shower, hand job, choking, body worship, couch sex, riding, fingering, they’re both kinda desperate, lots of making out, nipple play Nicknames: baby, bunny (hers)
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: this was written for ‘Sand of Time’ hosted by @sailorsoons & @daechwitatamic thank you @aeristudios for helping me figure out this story. Thank you for beta reading @thestraybunny. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.
🎧: kiss it better - rhianna | dying for you - charli xcx | do i wanna know - the arctic monkeys | shrike - hoizer | chains of love - charli xcx
Everything existence he's ever had, he's been a fighter. He's lived too many lives times to count. His life as the god Bes makes him a protector. He's lived so many lives protecting people and warding off evil spirits. “There’s another repeating situation when it comes to every one of his lives, you. He is put on earth in every life to protect; women, children, and you.
This life is no different. His weekend nights are spent in a warehouse on the dark side of town. This time he wears a mask to hide his identity. The crowd knows him as Bes.
In every lifetime he has you. He sees you in his dreams, and he knows you see him in yours. He counts down the days until he can finally meet you again.
ONE: NOT ALWAYS PROUD OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.
Too many nights you spend working in this hell hole of a club. This place is located on the rougher side of town, and a seedy owner who works with very powerful men. The front looks like a normal bar, but through a pair of metal doors the darker and scandalous things unfold. On the stage there is a pole and girl who is dancing to the beat of a sultry song. You've found yourself up there too many times. It's been a couple months since you've stripped. Recently you've been working as a waitress. You're dressed just as scantilly as the girls who walk on that stage. Dressed in a tiny dress with no bra, and a pair of sky high heels.
With a tray in hand you're walking from table to table taking orders. Walking over to the bar you find your favorite bar tender Jeonghan.
"Table ten wants an old fashioned."
"Bunny, why are you here tonight?" Jeonghan is only one of two people you're close with here. He's been calling you Bunny since he met you. He says you're cute like a bunny.
"I'm working." He's asking you why you're here, because this is the ninth day you've been here in a row.
"Why aren't you taking any days off?" Jeonghan asks, as he's making the drink.
"I'm saving money so I can take a self defense class."
"Is Dae still threatening you?” Jeonghan knows all about you ex. Dae and you dated for two years, and broke up over eight months ago and since your break up, he has been harassing you. He's connected to the gangs that run this city and isn't someone to mess with. Over the last two months he's been basically stalking you.
"He won't leave me alone." Jeonghan sits the drink on the counter.
"Bunny, I know a guy. His name is Junhui. He's a fighter and if I tell him about Dae, I know he'll teach you to fight. He's got his own gym and everything."
"Okay." You know that Jeonghan wouldn't send you to a sketchy man, to teach you to fight.
The night goes on in a blur. You keep waiting tables, and you can't count the amount of men who have tried to touch you.
The doors swing open, and you see Dae and a few gang friends walk in. Immediately you feel sick. You glance over at the bar and see Jeonghan watching carefully.
Looking over by the stage you see your boss signaling you towards their table. You shake your head and try to walk away, attempting to rush backstage.
Someone grabs your hand, and immediately you know it's Dae. "Baby, why are you running away?"
Stopping dead in your tracks. You look at him, trying not to show any emotions. "Let go of me."
"If I let go, you'll run away, and we need to talk."
You groan, pulling your shoulder back attempting to get away. "I have nothing to say to you."
"Baby don't be like that."
"Let go of me." You seethe.
This isn't the first time he's shown up. He's just never been brave enough to touch you like this. When you were with him he definitely sucked and was an asshole. He was the definition of a shitty boyfriend, but he never laid a hand on you.
You pull forward quickly, before he drops your hand. You look up to see Mingyu, the body guard holding your ex. "You don't touch the girls, asshole." Mingyu pulls him back.
Dae throws his elbow back attempting to hit Mingyu. Except he doesn’t stand a chance at even moving the mountain that is Mingyu.
'Time to leave, buddy." You look behind him to see another bouncer kicking out Dae's friends.
"Baby, you can't avoid me. We will talk." Mingyu drags him out of the club. Shaking your head rush to the back. Your eyes brim with tears, you're overwhelmed and caught off guard.
The door to the back opens and Mingyu steps into the back. Reaching up you push away your tears. Mingyu silently watches you for a second before he holds open his arms. You don't say anything, you step into his arms. He holds you close and rubs your back.
Since you started working here you've grown close with Mingyu. The bouncer has become like a brother to you. He always goes out of his way to protect you.
"Bun, you should go home." He's picked up on using the same nicknames for you that Jeonghan uses.
"I need the money." You pull away from his hold.
"Jeonghan told me about his friend who is a fighter. I think you should talk to him."
"Okay."
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The night comes to an end finally. You're sitting at the bar with Mingyu counting your money. Most the girls are in the back packing up, and some waitresses are heading home. You don't plan on leaving until Jeonghan and Mingyu can walk out with you. Jeonghan is working on cleaning up the bar. He doesn't have too much more to do before he's good to go.
"Bunny, Junhui has a fight tomorrow at the warehouse on twenty-third tomorrow night. Why don't you go with me tomorrow and you can meet him?"
"Okay." At this point you want to know how to protect yourself against Dae.
"Should you guys be going to an illegal fight night?" Mingyu asks, looking up from his phone.
It's probably not the best idea, but you're desperate. If Jeonghan thinks this Junhui guy can help you, you're willing to go meet him.
"I'll keep her safe." Jeonghan responses.
Mingyu sighs, and rolls his eyes. "Just call me, you guys need me. I have a date, but if things go south I can meet up with you guys."
TWO: THE MIDNIGHT MAN AND THE GIRL WHO HAUNTS HIS DREAMS
It's late at night when Jeonghan picks you up. He takes you to the sketchy part of town that's filled with warehouses.
Based on the amount of people hanging out outside smoking, the loud music that is pulsating all you would swear this is a night club.
Lacing his fingers with yours Jeonghan pulls you inside. You weave your way through the crowd where all the noise is coming from. Pushing your way through he brings you over to one of the corners for the fighters. A tall man dressed in very fashionable street wear greets Jeonghan.
"Minghao, this is my friend _____."
Minghao nods in your direction. "You're the one Bes is going to teach to fight?" You've never heard the name Bes before, you thought you were meeting up with someone named Junhui.
"Bes?"
"That's the only name he goes by here." Minghao responds.
"Oh."
"How is Chan doing?" You assume Chan is one of the boys in the middle of the empty space fighting.
"He's doing good, he's winning."
You watch as the smaller of the two men, seems to be winning. He’s getting a few good punches in. This warehouse is packed, the sounds of booming base music, and the loud cheers rattle your chest. Looking around you see a mix of people like you, struggling to get by and people who are dressed in high luxury brands.
Minghao pats Jeonghan on the back. “You should go see Bes before the fight.”
Jeonghan takes your hand leading you towards the back. Standing at the door you see a buff man in a suit blocking the back door.
“Hao told us Bes wants to see us.”
The bouncer glances passed both of you. Turning back, you see Minghao nod his head, the bouncer steps aside. The backroom is practically empty other than a couple folding chairs, and a few duffle bags. In the middle of the room you see a man wearing a face mask covering from below his eyes down. He’s clearly warming up. The other man is holding up gloves helping him practice.
“Soonyoung.” Jeonghan says releasing your hand.
Immediately the boys stop practicing. Soonyoung walks over and gives Jeonghan a hug. The man who was referred to as Bes stares at you silently. Slowly he tilts his head as if he’s studying you. Without thinking you step closer to him. There is something about him that you’re immediately drawn to. He doesn’t move, he’s locked in place watching you.
The door you walked through swings opens. Another man dressed in an expensive suit steps into the back.
“Bes, it’s your turn. Kick Parks ass. I have a lot of money riding on this fight.” The man shouts before walking out.
Jeonghan grabs your hand pulling you towards him. “We’ll meet you guys back here after the fight.”
The man behind the mask doesn’t say anything, he just watches as Jeonghan leads you back out the door.
Walking back into the warehouse things feel different. EDM music is booming through the speakers. Jeonghan leads you back over towards Minghao. You look to the other side of the ring to see a tall man with a similar build as Junhui. He’s covered in tattoos with dark hair.
The speaker crackles as someone shouts, “Bes!” The room instantly erupts. Soonyoung walks out next to Junhui, with the man in the suit flanking behind them. Junhui shirtless, wearing black cargo pants, and no shoes. Your eyes are instantly captivated by his beautiful body. He stops next to you and nods before walking to the center of the empty space.
Jeonghan never releases your hand as the fight starts. The bass is booming as they go blow for blow fighting. It’s clear that Junhui who everyone refers to as Bes is a very skilled fighter. The other fighter lands a solid kick on Junhui ribs, sending him shuffling back. Your eyes never leave him. He takes another step back gathering himself, before launching towards Park. With every single punch Junhui is getting the upper hand.
Park doesn’t give up though, he keeps giving Junhui firm kicks to the ribs. Junhui gets a strong kick to his jaw, sending Park down to the floor. The crowd erupts the moment he hits the concrete.
The same person that was dressed in the expensive suit walks into the middle and declares Bes the winner. Junhui dips his head, before walking back to back. The man in the suit hands Minghao a huge stack of money. Minghao gives him a curt nod, before him and Soonyoung follow Junhui to the back. Jeonghan squeezes your hand before dragging you off. Jeonghan locks the door as you step into the to room.
“Is it locked?” Minghao asked.
“Yeah.” Jeonghan says before releasing your hand.
Junhui takes off his face mask. He’s maybe ten feet from you. He takes a deep breath as he stares at you. For years you’ve had dreams of the man who is standing in front of you. Maybe it’s not him, but you feel like you know him.
“Jeonghan, who is this?” Junhui finally speaks.
“This is ___, she’s the girl who I mentioned.”
Reaching into his duffle bag, he pulls out a black hoodie. He pulls it on slowly, clearly sore from the fight. “You need to learn self defense right?”
“Yeah.” You finally speak.
“Why does she need to learn to fight?” Soonyoung asks.
Minghao seems like he’s barely paying attention. He’s more focused on counting the wad of money he was handed.
“My ex won't leave me alone."
“Fuck.” Minghao chimes in.
“The dude is an asshole. He won’t leave her alone at work now. Mingyu and I are trying to protect her, but we can’t always be there.” You’re scared of your ex, but at least you know at work and whenever you’re with them, they’ll keep you safe.
“I’ll teach you to fight.” He steps closer to you. “I’ll help keep you safe.” You don’t understand right now, but Junhui will do anything to protect you.
“I appreciate it.” He steps closer and instantly stops in his tracks.
“Jeonghan can give you my contact info.”
“Okay.”
THREE: A SPARK LIKE YOU’VE NEVER FELT BEFORE
The address Junhui gave you is a gym on the west side of town. It’s about a twenty minute walk from your place.
Standing outside the gym, you notice there are brick apartments above. Looking at the address again you realize that it’s for one of the apartments. You see a glass door. Walking over to it you pull it open. His building is nice, it definitely is newer than yours. Walking up the stairs you see the numbers and walk two doors to the left.
You aren’t quite sure why you’re nervous. You give the black painted wood door two firm knocks. You step back and wait. It only takes about thirty seconds before Minghao opens the door.
“Hello.” He gives you a small wave, before stepping aside.
You give him a polite nod. Stepping inside you look around. The apartment is an open concept for the kitchen and living area. There looks to be a small hallway where you assume the bedrooms are located. The walls are a mix of brick, and grey paint. The floor is a dark hard wood with a big green rug in the living area.
“Jun is in his room. Let me go grab him.” Minghao excuses himself, leaving you go awkwardly stand in the living room. You keep looking around, taking in the details of their shared space.
Looking over at the hallway you watch as both boys walk out. Minghao is now wearing a coat. He gives you another nod.
“I’m going to meet up with Chan and Soonyoung.” The front door clicks and suddenly you’re alone with the familiar man.
He’s dressed more casually today. He’s wearing a black tank top that hugs his toned body, and a pair of black joggers. His hair looks fluffy, almost as if his hair has been freshly washed.
“I feel like I should properly introduce myself.” You realize that at the warehouse he only really learned your name. “I’m ___, you can call me bunny if you want. Jeonghan and Mingyu call me that.”
He smiles at your cute nickname. “Bunny?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story, but the short version is, according to Jeonghan, I’m cute like a bunny.”
“I’m Junhui. My friend call me Jun, and you can as well. Whenever I’m fighting I go by Bes. If you ever watch me fight again, or you see me in a mask please just call me Bes.”
“Why Bes?”
“Bes is a god who is a protector. I’ve lived my life trying to protect women and children.” Something about him feels so safe. You don’t know him, but you feel as if you’ve always known him.
“I like that.”
He steps closer to you. “I’ll teach you to protect yourself, and I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you.”
“Let me take you to the gym downstairs. I own it with Hao.”
He leads you to the door. He slips on a pair of sneakers and grabs a set of keys from the bowl that’s sitting on a table by the door.
Neither of you say anything as you head downstairs. He walks up to the door and slowly opens it. Stepping inside you see some fighting equipment. It’s clear based on the fight you watched, and Junhui’s build that he's a trained fighter.
He leaves you standing on the padded mat to look around, walking over to the box and pulls out gloves. He walks back over to you. “Do you know how to fight?”
“I know how to punch someone.”
“Do you know how to defend yourself?”
“Not really.”
He hands you the gloves. “Put these on.”
You put them on with his help. He moves so you’re standing in the middle of the padded floor. Holding his bare hands up, he nods. “Alright, punch my hands.”
“Won’t that hurt you?”
“I take punches for a living. No offense you don’t hit as hard as the men I fight.”
You throw a punch at his left hand and then his right now.
“Good job, now do it again.”
For about two hours he trains you on fighting and defense. You’re absolutely exhausted, and sitting on the floor with your back against the wall. Junhui is sitting next to you. He holds out a bottle of water. You take a huge gulp of water.
“You did good.” He says.
“How are you still standing after fighting? I’m exhausted.” You lean your head back against the wall.
“I’ve trained for this for a long time.”
You take another big sip of the water. “What made you become an underground fighter?”
He pushes his fingers through his hair. “I’ve always been good at fighting. I realized early on when I would fight I would get this adrenaline rush. Fighting in that warehouse just became quick and easy money for me.”
“Oh.”
He grabs his own water and takes a big sip. “I feel like I should get to know you. Where do you work?”
“I work at the same club Jeonghan does.” Junhui has never been to a club, but what he has gathered from Soonyoung and Jeonghan it sounds like it's a club and a strip club. He’s not sure what your job is, but he doesn’t care if you’re a stripper.
“What do you do there?”
“I’m a waitress.”
“Where do you live?”
“Downtown, near the train station on seventh street.” Junhui knows exactly where that is. That isn’t the best part of town. He knows the rent is cheaper there. Soonyoung used to date a girl who lived a couple blocks from there. It’s about a twenty minute walk from the warehouse district.
“Do you walk to work?” He doesn’t like the idea of you walking home at night.
“Sometimes. Other times Jeonghan or Mingyu take me home.”
He pushes himself off the ground. “Maybe you shouldn’t be walking home if your ex is stalking you.”
“I know. It’s really rare for me to walk home.”
Junhui holds out his hand. You take it, and he pulls you up. “Call if you ever need a ride home. I’ll pick you up or Hao can.”
“You’re already doing too much for me, by helping me learn to fight.” You look down and realize he’s still holding your hand. Him holding your hand feels so natural.
“I promised you that I would keep you safe, and I meant that.” He releases your hand.
“I feel like I know you for some reason.” You knit your brows, you can’t fully explain what you’re feeling.
He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you with an unreadable expression.
“Maybe we were meant to know each other.” He finally responds.
“Maybe.”
“Did you walk here?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me drive you home.”
FOUR: ALL THE MESSED I’VE MADE, LEAD ME BACK TO YOU
Over the last month and half you’ve been going to Junhui’s place by train three times a week. You’ve grown quite close to the masked fighter. You’ve even gone to a handful more of his fights. It's become clear that Junhui is the star fighter of that underground fight scene.
It's a day you're off and went to Junhui's gym for training. You've gotten quite good at boxing. Junhui is holding up his hand helping you hit moving targets. He's wearing a proud smile at how good you've gotten.
Junhui is standing by the wall drinking water while you fix your hair. Junhui can't help but be distracted sometimes at how beautiful he thinks you are.
You turn and give him a smile. "What are your plans this evening?"
"I don't have any. Minghao is out on a date so I think I'm home alone."
"Would you want to hang out and get dinner together?"
"Sure." You don't realize but Junhui will do anything you ask him to do.
You end up at a little hole in the wall bar that serves delicious Thai Food downtown that you love.
There is a cozy little booth by the back wall. You're each drinking a bottle of beer while sharing a couple plates of delicious food.
You notice how comfortable Junhui has grown around you. He's dishing himself some pad thai while listening to you tell a story about growing up.
"How long have you been at the club?" He asks.
"Five years. The money is really good there." You really hope he doesn't push for too much more information about the club.
"How long have you lived alone?"
"About two years. I used to live with a shitty ex."
"Was that shitty ex Dae or another one?"
"Another one. I have a bad track record with men." You don't know the last time you actually dated a decent guy. Your last three relationships started out good, before they both crashed and burned.
"You’re too good for those men." He says confidently.
"I wish I believed that." You used to be so confident, but since Dae and you broke up he's seemed to break your confidence.
"You're beautiful, kind, and compassionate. I think that makes you too good for most men." He picks up his beer and stares at it for a moment. "Any man you choose to give any of your time to, should feel lucky."
"I'm really glad Jeonghan introduced us." Junhui feels like he's the missing piece in life.
"I think I definitely owe him."
You both sit there enjoying your food. You hear someone yell your name. You look over at the pool table to see Dae and some of his gang friends.
You must look like you've seen a ghost. Junhui glances at you and quickly looks over at Dae who is walking towards you. Your hand that is sitting on the table instant clenches.
Junhui reaches out grabbing your hand. You relax it as he holds your hand. He squeezes it once, gaining your attention.
"There's my girl." Dae says walking up.
"I'm not your girl." You say firmly.
"Who is this guy?" Dae turns his attention to Junhui.
Junhui narrows his eyes at him. "None of your business."
"I think it's my business who my girl is seeing." Dae tilts his head.
"She's not your property and she sure as hell isn't your girl."
Dae barks out a laugh. "You're just her new toy. Soon she'll get bored with you, and come running back to me."
"Fuck you, Dae."
"We both know it's true, baby."
"I think you should leave her alone." Junhui releases your hand and stands up.
"Or what?" Dae says, shoving his finger into Junhui's chest.
You look behind your ex to see his friends are paying attention to what is unfolding. You stand up and grab Junhui's hand. You're scared of what will happen if you don't leave now.
"Let's go." You tug on his hand.
"What's wrong lover boy are you going to let her boss you around."
"I think it’s for the best that I leave. Just know if you lay another finger on her, I will end you."
Junhui squeezes your hand as he leads you out of the bar. Neither of you say anything as he leads you back to his car.
He unlocks the door and helps you into your side. He gets in and silently starts driving. Your chest aches, realizing your ex possibly ruined everything you could have been building with Junhui.
You expect him to drive you back home, but are surprised when he takes you to his place.
"What's going on?" You finally ask.
"I don't want you home alone in an apartment where Dae can find you."
Heading upstairs to his place he walks up slowly behind you, almost as if he's protecting you.
Once inside you notice how quiet the place is. Minghao must still be out for the night.
"Let's head to my room."
You follow him down the small hallway. He opens the door and you both head inside. His room is cream colored with dark hardwood floors. His bed is a queen with dark grey sheets and a cream comforter. The floor is partially covered by a grey rug. There is a door that sits against the same wall as his bed. That leads to the ensuite bathroom.
"You can sleep in here tonight and I'll sleep in the living room."
You hate the idea of him giving up his bed to you. "We can share the bed. I don't mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Would you like to shower before we go to bed?"
"Please."
He shows you how to use the shower and tells you all his products in the shower can be used.
"I'll find you some clothes to sleep in."
"I'll close the curtain so you can just bring them in if you don't mind."
"Okay."
He leaves you alone in the bathroom. Pulling back the curtain and the sliding glass door you turn on the water giving it a moment to warm up. Stripping away your clothes, you try to fold them up neatly.
Stepping into the hot water you instantly start to relax. You just stand there letting the warm water washes the stress your ex caused.
The door opens and it takes everything in you not to peek through the curtain to him. "I got you a pair of shorts that are pretty comfortable and a baggy shirt."
"Thank you."
"I'll be on the other side of the door if you need me."
The door clicks shut signaling you're alone again. Looking on the corner shelf you find shampoo and conditioner. You're happy to see Junhui doesn't use two in one like some men. It looks like he has nice moisturizing shampoo and conditioner.
You take your time washing your hair, before using his citrus scented body wash. He always smells so fresh and clean and now you know why.
After you finish showering you work on fully drying yourself off and taming your hair.
Walking into his bedroom you find him laying on the top of the comforter in just a pair of sweat shorts. You already have a crush on him and the thought of him laying in bed with you, looking like that is enough to make you go crazy.
Crawling into bed you lay there staring at the ceiling. "Thank you for keeping me safe." You glance over at him.
"I promised you that I would protect you."
"I appreciate it. It's been really nice having you in my life."
"I'm glad we met." He says as he starts to crawl under the covers.
"Maybe we should get some sleep."
Closing your eyes you try to sleep. Anytime you get close to falling asleep, you keep having visions of the man lying next to you. Your dreams of him almost feel like déjà vu.
Your eyes slowly open. Laying on your side you stare at him. Since meeting Junhui you can't help but feel like your life is changing for the better. The problem is, you're terrified he's going to grow tired of you and all your baggage. What if he doesn’t like the sides of you that you desperately try to keep hidden?
His eyes flutter open. "What are you looking at?"
"You."
He reaches out, setting his hand right next to yours. The room feels incredibly small. It's taking everything not to reach out and touch him.
"Are you tired?" He asks.
"Yeah."
"You should get some sleep." He laces his fingers with yours. "Sweet dreams, bunny."
FIVE: KISS IT BETTER
Over the last week you find yourself constantly with Junhui if you aren't working. He's become a very important fixture in your life. Jeonghan and Mingyu have even started teasing you at work, about your crush on him. You don't even bother lying to yourself anymore. You're well aware you've fallen for the masked fighter.
The tension between the two of you is starting to be too much. Your days spent at his gym leave your yearning for the smallest touches. It's been too long since you've been intimate with someone, and the fact that you like him so much isn't helping. You feel touch starved. You would do anything just to hold his hand again.
It's another rainy day and you find yourself in Junhui's empty gym with him. Instead of boxing like you normally do, he's teaching you how to get out of a submission hold.
He’s hovering over you, with your hands pinned to the floor next to your head. You didn't make it easy on him trying to pin you down. You shift slightly trying to pull away.
"You can get out of this." He pushes your hands back down. Lifting your hips, you try to knock him off you. He shakes his head. "I'm not going to make it easy."
You know you have one chance if you can throw your leg hard enough to knock you both over. You take a deep breath before throwing your leg.
Jun releases you, tumbling off you. Pushing yourself off the ground, you make quick work of crawling on top of him. You sit on his lap. There is absolutely no way you can keep him pinned down, but you wanted to prove to him, you could get out of his hold.
Grabbing his hands you pin them next to his head, just like he did to you. He looks up at you giving you a wicked grin.
"That's impressive."
You release his hands knowing he'll pin you again to prove a point if you don't wave the white flag.
One of your hands rests over his chest. You can feel his heart beating below. He lifts his head slightly.
"Do you like the view?" You give him a smile.
"The view is great."
You lean down slightly. God, up close like this he's so damn beautiful. He pushes himself up so you're still sitting on his lap but his face is close to yours.
Silently he pushes your hair out of your face. His hand rests on your cheek. "You're so pretty. The view from here is even better."
Leaning in close you test the water. Resting your nose against his. Your lips part as you take a deep breath.
"I'm going to kiss you." He whispers.
The moment your lips touch for the first time, you feel alive. Kissing him is everything you've dreamed of. One of his hands stays on your cheek while the other rests on your hip, holding you close to him.
Pulling back you can't help but smile. "That was nice."
He gives you the cutest crooked smile. Leaning back in you crash your lips into his. One of his hands roams your back. Your lips move together in perfect sync. He runs his tongue across the seam of your lips. Opening your mouth he slides his tongues against yours.
His hand rests on your butt, squeezing it he pulls your body closer to his. You're making out on the floor of his gym, like a couple of horny teenagers.
Tangling your fingers in his hair you hold him close to you.
"I like you." You whisper against his lips.
"Fuck—" He moans.
You have no concept of time as you kiss him like your life depends on it. It could be five minutes or even an eternity.
Pulling away you both need a minute to catch your breath. He rests his large hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb across your bottom lip.
"Where have you been all my life?" You sigh.
"Waiting for you."
SIX: LITTLE SECRETS YOU CANT TELL
You hate nights like this when neither Jeonghan or Mingyu are at work with you. Your rent is due, and the only way to avoid being absolutely broke for a few weeks, is getting up on stage. Normally it would be fine if you knew the boys were here as a safety net.
Just knowing you’re alone always leaves you feeling unsettled.
Looking in the mirror you work on reapplying the makeup you caked on when you know you're going on stage. A couple of the dancers sitting on the other side of the mirror are talking about some work gossip. Since you started dancing here you try your hardest to stay out of drama. You have enough going on in your life. The last thing you need is for people at work to be involved in your life.
This is the final half hour of your night. You just need to do one more dance and you're able to go home, with plenty of money.
"____ you're up next." The DJ pops into the back and shouts.
You walk out to the stage. You take a slow deep breath as the music starts to play. The guitar intro to "Kiss It Better" by Rhianna plays you in.
Walking on the stage the bright lights are blinding. You hand grips the pole as you spin around.
As the song goes on you start shedding what little clothes you're wearing. The song comes to a close and you're left standing on stage fully naked. Walking off stage in your sky high heels you wrap a robe around you tightly.
You walk into the back room and immediately grab your toiletry bag. You head into the wash room and work on washing away the stage make up that's caked onto your face. You have no problem with Junhui seeing you barefaced, but you don't want to see him in full stage makeup.
Heading back to your locker you're greeted by one of the managers handing you your tips from the last dance. You pull out some for the djs and bartender and then shove it into the pouch you keep in your bag.
"Are you heading out?" Your manager asks.
"Yeah."
"Have a good night."
Reaching into your back you pull out a pair of joggers and sweater. You get dressed in your warm and cozy clothes quickly. Grabbing your phone from your bag you see a text from Junhui. It reads "be outside in five minutes."
You gather your purse and make sure you have your money bag. You shove the rest of your dancing stuff in your locker. You make your way quickly through the club hoping to get to Junhui.
Walking outside into the cool night air you see him parked close to the entrance. You jog to his car and quickly get in.
Sitting your bag on the floorboard you turn and give him a smile. "Thank you for picking me up."
"How was work?" He asks. Your stomach twists in knots. You hate talking about your job. You don't want to lie to him, but you can't bring yourself to tell him that tonight was one of those nights you took your clothes off on stage.
"Fine." You know you probably sound short with your answer but you can't help it.
"What happened?" He raises his brow, clearly confused by your tone.
"It's just work."
"Did you want to talk about it?"
"Can we please not?" You can't do this tonight. You aren't ready for things to blow up between you.
"We don't have to talk about it." He leans over and presses his lips to your cheek for a gentle kiss.
"I know it's late, but did you want to stay at my place tonight? The guys are over hanging out and they asked if you would join us." This isn't the first time he's asked you to stay over since your first kiss. You've stayed over enough that Junhui has gotten toiletries of things you use in his bathroom. Your sleepovers are quite innocent outside of some kissing. You both just like the intimacy of sharing a bed and cuddling.
In the process of getting close to Junhui, you've also grown close with his three best friends.
"Is there possibly food there? I'm starving."
He holds his hand out. Without thinking twice you lace your fingers with his. He lifts his hand and kisses the top of your hand.
"Chan brought pizza over."
"Perfect."
The drive to Junhui's place isn't too long. He parks and turns the car off. He doesn't move to get out and neither do you. He turns towards you and gives you a look. You unbuckle your seatbelt and practically launch yourself at him. You move so you're sitting on his lap, with the steering wheel against your back. Your fingers are tangled in his hair as your lips move together. Since your first kiss you shared at the gym, it's not uncommon for you and him to make out like a couple of horny teenagers. His hands roam your back. His hand dips below the back of your sweats. His finger toy with the back of your thong because he grabs the fleshy cheek of your ass. You realize he's definitely an ass man. Whenever you're on top of him he's constantly grabbing your butt.
"Fuck—" he moans against your lips. "I'm going to get hard if we don't stop."
"Is that a problem?" You tease him, pulling back.
"Yeah. Our first time shouldn't be in my car. We should take things slower." You've never had a man want to take things slow like this. But you have no problem waiting. You know when you finally have sex it will be intense, just like everything is with him.
After your intense makeout session in the car you find yourself in the living room of Junhui and Minghao's apartment. It's two in the morning but none of the guys seem to be tired. Soonyoung is sitting on the floor next to Chan. They have been talking about some huge fight with some man named Johnny.
"Dude, Johnny is in Sung's gang. Last time I checked Sung is still pissed he lost money when you beat him." Soonyoung says. If you remember correctly, Sung was the first man you saw Junhui fight.
"Is fighting Johnny a good idea?" Minghao asks.
"No." Chan chimes in.
"The money would be crazy though." Soonyoung responds.
Junhui isn't saying anything. He's just silently sitting on the couch next to you.
"Jun you don't have to do it." Minghao says.
"If I don't fight him, Sung is just going to be more pissed."
"Dude Johnny is huge. He knocked out Bronx and broke his arm." Chan says.
Everything they're all saying is making you extremely uneasy. You look over at Junhui, unable really read his emotions.
"What is the payout?" Junhui asks.
"Double the Sung fight." Minghao says.
"I'll do it." The moment he agrees you suddenly want to cry. You push yourself off the couch.
You don't say anything as you walk off to Junhui's room. You don't want to make a scene begging him not to fight. You clearly have something going on with Junhui but you definitely aren't his girlfriend.
You head off to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to start getting ready for bed. You go about your business brushing your teeth and changing into the oversized shirt and shorts Junhui keeps in the top drawer for you.
You walk out of the bathroom and find Junhui sitting on the bed waiting for you.
"You're clearly upset."
You stop in front of him and stand between his spread legs. "I'm worried."
"I can count on one hand how many fights I've lost." He rests his hand on your thigh.
"If you're going to do this fight I want to be there."
He shakes his head, leaning back away from you. "It could get ugly, and I don't want you to see it."
Closing your eyes you take a deep. How could you possibly explain to him that you care so much about him that you'll be worried sick about him?
"I need to be there. I can't just go to work or sit at home and pretend everything is okay." You crawl on to his lap. "I'm begging you, please."
Reaching up he holds your face with both hands. "You need to bring Jeonghan or Mingyu with you."
He leans up, pressing his lips to yours. You don't realize but he cares about you so much, that he can't stand the idea of you being upset with him.
"You can go back out with the boys if you want." You feel guilty he left his friends because you got upset.
"They're just drinking and hanging out. I don't want to do that. I want to lay in bed and hold you."
Crawling off of him, you shimmy out of your shorts you're wearing. You're standing there in just a little thong and an oversized shirt.
"I think you're trying to make me hard." He groans laying down flat.
"It's more comfortable to sleep this way." You flash him a faux innocent smile.
He lets out a heavy sigh before sitting up. "Should I sleep naked?"
"I would prefer you did." You tease him crawling into the side of your bed you find yourself always sleeping on.
He heads off to the bathroom leaving you alone for about five minutes. He comes back dressed only in a pair of tight boxer-briefs that leave little to the imagination.
He crawls into bed next to you. Reaching over he turns off the light. He pulls you close to him. Your head is resting on this chest and he has your leg pulled on top of his stomach. You're as physically close as you can be.
You never feel as relaxed as you are in his arms. It doesn't take long until you're sound asleep curled up against him.
SEVEN: EVERYTHING WAS MIDNIGHT RAIN
It’s hard to watch the fight unfolding in front of you. Jeonghan holds your hand tightly. Johnny is bigger than Junhui and his hits are landing hard. He throws a head right hook to Junhui's jaw. He stumbles back, spitting out blood.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you can’t watch this. The crowd erupts screaming. Opening your eyes just a little you see Johnny on the floor. Junhui is on top of him throwing punches.
Johnny gets a firm kick in, getting Junhui off of him. Junhui stumbles back. Johnny is throwing punches, and kicks nonstop. Junhui is able to block most of them. Johnny gets another firm hit in, splitting open Junhui eyebrow.
Burying yourself into Jeonghan’s side, you squeeze your eyes shut. You care about the man in the mask too much to watch him get this hurt.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Jeonghan says.
You try to block out everything. The cheers get louder, and you hear the noises both the fighters are making. The crowd groans and suddenly erupts.
Pulling away from Jeonghan slowly you find Johnny knocked out on the concrete and Junhui standing tall. Blood is dripping from his eyebrow down his face. Lifting his hand he wipes away the blood. His eyes stay locked on yours.
Your chest aches staring at him. He’s staring at you in the room filled to the brim with people cheering, like it's only you two. The vice grip on your heart, leaves you stuck standing there.
Hao and Soonyoung rush over to Junhui. Soonyoung is working on checking on him while the man running the show hands Minghao a duffel bag. Junhui and the boys walk towards the back. The moment they’re close to you and Jeonghan, Junhui grabs your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours, he squeezes your hand.
Once in the back, Jeonghan locks the door. Junhui takes off his mask. You instantly notice his lip is busted open. You want to work on cleaning him up, but before you can, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
You can feel the eyes of the other three boys burning into you. Closing your eyes, you lean into him. Wrapping your arms around him tightly. You don’t ever want to see him in another fight like that.
“I’m sorry, you had to see that.” He says just loud enough for you to hear.
“I can’t see you get hurt like that again.” Tears brim your eyes. You can’t help but cry. Sniffling back tears, you try to keep yourself together.
He pulls away slowly. He stares at you for a short second. Reaching up he rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb drags across your cheek, pushing away your tears.
“I should get looked at.”
Stepping back, you nod. “Yea. Soonyoung needs to clean up your wounds and doctor you.”
Junhui slowly walks over towards the boy. You stand locked in the same place Junhui left you. Jeonghan walks in over to you. Your eyes are locked on the man you’ve grown to care for, as his friends are inspecting his injuries.
Jeonghan stands next to you. He nudges your side, catching your “Do you love him?” He asks, just loud enough for you to hear.
“I think so. I think there is something in the universe that pulled us to each other. Before him, there was a part of me that always felt like it was missing. He makes me feel whole.”
“It seems like he loves you.”
“I’m bad luck, and I’m so scared he's going to get hurt because of me.”
“He won’t get hurt because of you. Let him protect you, and take care of you.” Jeonghan nudges your side again.
You finally look away from Junhui. “What if he doesn’t like who I am? What if he finds out about my job, and it’s too much for him?” Everything you’ve done at work that you’re not proud of, was so you could survive. You never planned on taking your clothes off for money, but sometimes you have to so you can survive.
“He’s not going to judge you. I know him, he’s a really good guy and he cares about you. He’s not going to care that you strip every so often.”
Junhui slowly stands up. Minghao hands him another mask. As soon as you all walk out of the back door, you don’t want people to fully see his face.
He puts on the mask and glances over at you. He walks over to you and laces his fingers with yours. Being close to him feels natural.
Walking out of the crowded warehouse. Soonyoung helps clear a path. Stopping at the entrance you see it’s now raining.
“Can I come to your place, to take care of you?” You don’t want to be alone tonight. You’re just going to stay awake all night worrying about him.
“Yeah of course.”
Jeonghan and Soonyoung say goodnight, before running to their cars. Junhui leads you through the rain towards Minghao’s car.
The ride to the boy’s apartment wasn’t too long. Minghao walks behind as Junhui slowly makes his way upstairs. Once inside, Junhui heads off to his room. Before you can follow, Minghao grabs your wrist stopping you.
“Hey?”
“Yeah?”
“He doesn’t do this with other women. I know you seem kind of guarded, and I want you to know he’s not some player or something. He’s pretty guarded himself, and only let you in because he cares about you.”
“I care about him too.”
“I know.” Minghao releases your wrist. “Take care of him tonight.”
“I will.”
You head off towards Junhui’s room. Slowly pushing the door open. He’s nowhere to be seen. You look by his hamper and find his clothes he was just wearing. The door that leads to the bathroom is cracked, and you can hear the water running.
Pushing the door open you see the curtain is pulled shut. “Jun?”
“Yeah, bunny?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, you can join me if you would like.”
Walking in you shut the door fully. Without even thinking you start stripping away your clothes. Being naked in front of people isn't anything new for you, but the idea of him seeing you naked for the first time feels intimate.
Pulling back the curtain, you slide the door open. You step into the shower carefully. Your eyes instantly lock onto his beautiful body that is drenched. His ribs are already painted with water colored bruises, blooming on his skin. His lip is slowly healing. He turns around letting the water rinse away his shampoo.
You could spend hours admiring all the details of his beautiful body. Your eyes can’t help but wander down to his large cock, which is resting between his legs.
“You’re beautiful.” You say.
He gives you a gentle smile. “You’re breathtaking.”
He steps out from the water and holds his hand out. You reach out, taking his hand. Stepping under the hot water, your body instantly starts to relax.
“You know we’ve only ever kissed and now I’m naked in the shower with you.” You try to make light of the situation.
“I’m sorry.” He leans in close, while the water is pouring down on both of you.
“Don’t be sorry.” You want anything and everything this man will possibly give you.
His large hand rests on your cheek. He leans in even closer so his nose is bumping yours. His lips just barely brush yours as he takes a deep breath. Your lips part, as you’re dying to say something. Silent pleads sit on your tongue.
“Jun—“
“Let me take a moment to enjoy this.”
“Kiss me or I might drop dead.”
The softest laugh passes his lips. Everything melts away as his lips crash into yours. Your fingers tangle in his wet hair, holding him close to you.
He pulls back slightly, just giving you each a moment to breathe.
“Are you hurting?” You know he’s in pain after that terrible fight.
“A little but, I want to be close to you. I want to kiss you, just like I do in every lifetime.”
“Lifetime?” You have no clue what he’s talking about.
“I was made in every lifetime for you.” He rambles before crashing his lips into yours again.
He moves your both, so your back is pressed up against the cold white tile. Your lips move together like you need each other to breathe. Junhui is the air in your oxygen deprived lungs. He moves from kissing your lips, across your jaw, and down your delicate neck.
Echoing moans pass your lips as he finds the sensitive spot on the side of your neck. “Jun—“
He kisses the tops of each of your breasts. Mindlessly reach between your two bodies. You find his hardening cock against your stomach.
“Can I?” You ask.
“Please.”
His lips travel back to yours. The way your lips move together is intoxicating. You focus on pumping his length at a steady pace. He groans into mouth as you continue to kiss. One of his hands is on your breast, squeezing it. His thumb teases your nipple, reaching moans from you.
“Fuck—“ he whispers against your lips.
“You feel good.” You whisper.
“I’m going to cum.” You take this as your sign to pick up the pace.
His nose rests against yours. His lips part, and soft moans and groans pour out. His breathing is heavy, and his eyes closed.
“Fuck—“ He paints your hand and stomach with his milky white release.
You pull back and smile at the sight of him. He looks heavenly in his post orgasmic bliss.
You step back under the water rinsing off your hand and stomach. Junhui moves so he’s leaning against the wall. His eyes slowly open, he looks at you in a haze.
“Baby, come here.” He reaches for you. “Let me take care of you.”
“Later, right now I’m taking care of you.”
He steps back towards the water again. He presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “I can make you cum.”
“You don’t need to. Let’s finish up and go to bed.”
Getting out of the shower you both take your time drying off. Neither of you bother putting on clothes. You crawl into his bed. You’re laying on your side with Junhui curled up behind you, holding you close. Nothing is said as he presses kisses to your bare shoulder.
“Jun?”
“Yeah, baby?” You love when he calls you baby.
“What do you mean, you were made for me in every lifetime?” You aren’t sure if he was just rambling on if what he said actually meant something.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
“Jun, I feel things for you I can’t explain. I don’t think you’ll say anything I think is crazy.”
“I’ve lived so many lifetimes , they all just feel like recurring dreams.” He pauses for a moment. “But in every single lifetime, I have you. We’ve had many different names, but in every single one we look the same. I find you in every single one of those lives, and I always love you. In every life I protect, I'm the protector Bes, and in every lifetime I protect you.” You should run away and tell him he’s crazy, but you know deep down this is true. You’ve had dreams of him, long before you met him. You know deep down inside you’ve lived many life times together.
“I believe you.”
He presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “That’s why we’re drawn to each other.”
“It makes sense.” You let out a yawn. It’s been a long day and you can barely hold your eyes open.
“Let’s get some sleep.” He says softly.
It doesn’t take long before you both fall asleep curled up with the echoing sounds of the rain outside.
EIGHT: ALL THE PAIN AND FEAR
Nights like this are the worst. You went into work telling yourself you would just work as a waitress. That the tips and pay from that alone would get you in the clear for a few weeks. You didn't expect your boss to ask if you wanted to get on stage.
Sitting in the back Jeonghan comes over and sits down next to you. He places soda down in front of you.
Glancing up at him, you find him giving you a sympathetic smile.
"You don't have to get up there if you don't want to."
"I know. I'm worried about what Jun will think." Before him you didn't really worry about what someone would think about you getting on that stage.
"I promise you, he won't care."
"What if he looks at me differently?" You grab the lemon lime soda he placed in front of you.
"Neither me or Mingyu looked at you differently when you started doing it. Jun won't care. You just need to be honest with him."
A heavy sigh passes your lips. You bring the ice cold glass to your lips and take a drink or the crisp soda.
"If you don't want to do it, you can always say no. Woojin is an asshole but I doubt he would make you get on stage if you don't want to."
Jeonghan stands up and pats your back. "Whatever you want to do I support you."
You finish drinking your soda and decide you're just going to do it. You've never felt shameful for being a stripper and you know deep down inside Junhui won't care.
One dance that's all you'll do, and then you'll be a waitress the rest of the night.
Heading off to the room the dancer get ready in, you go to your locker where you store things for nights like tonight.
You're dressed in a tiny white lace set that leaves little to the imagination. Putting on your heels you go over to the DJ and let him know what song you want him to play.
Standing on the side stage you take slow deep breaths trying to calm down. The beat to the song "Do I Wanna Know" by the Arctic Monkeys starts to play. The DJ says your stage name as you walk onto the stage.
Being on stage feels like a blur. Leaning against the cold pole you sway your body to the beat of the music. Reaching for the front clasps on your bra, you disconnect it and let the white lace fall to the floor.
Looking around you just see the bright light and the money hitting the stage.
Grabbing the pole, you walk around it just dressed in your tiny white thong. Stepping out of it, you leave yourself standing there fully naked. You dance around a little as the song comes to a close. Walking off the stage you grab a robe that you left on the hook.
Tying the robe up you walk back to the dancers room. You don't want to sit back here and think about what just happened. You just quickly put on a tiny white dress, not bothering to wear a bra and another thong. You know you could make more money in tips if you're dressed like this. You switch to a pair of chunk white boots that have a heel and a platform that are comfortable.
Walking back onto the floor you let your manager know you're going to wait tables. You see your first table and head over to the bar where Jeonghan is.
"How are you feeling?" He asks as he starts making your drinks for table seven.
"Fine. I just made my rent on stage."
"You don't sound fine." He responds as he cleans a glass.
"Jun is fighting tonight and I'm always on edge when I'm not there to make sure he's safe."
"That's understandable. Did you want me to drop you off at Jun's tonight?" He sets the glass down on the counter.
"Yes please."
You go back to taking drink orders and waiting tables. You've got maybe two hours left at work and instead of fully waiting tables, you're running out drinks for Jeonghan.
You're on the far side of the club, out of view of Jeonghan or Mingyu. You've just brought a large tray of shots to a group of men dressed in suits.
Turning around you feel sick instantly. Dae locks eyes on you immediately. He finds you walking around near the stage. You look around hoping Mingyu will show up. Jeonghan has a swarm of people at the bar, so he definitely can't see you.
"Leave me alone." You say firmly as he approaches.
"Baby, don't be like that." He walks up.
Holding your arm out you keep a distance from him. "I'm just trying to talk to you without your little masked fighter being your body guard."
You take a big step back. "Leave!"
"Why won't you talk to me anymore?" He takes another step closer.
"We're broken up. We have been for eight months. Just leave me alone."
He barks out a laugh. "Does your little fighter Bes know about you getting up on that stage?"
You don't respond, you just stare at him.
"I'm shocked you're here and not watching your new man's fight tonight. I heard Sung wants revenge." You've heard Minghao and Soonyoung talk about Sung. He's the first guy you ever saw Junhui fight. He's a big strong guy with ties to Dae's gang.
"Shut up."
"I wonder if Sung and everyone else knows that your sweet Junhui is good at fighting." The moment he mentions Junhui’s name, ice runs through your veins.
Without thinking you shove him away from you. "Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about."
He lets out another laugh. "Oh it seems I've hit a nerve."
Before anything else can be said Jeonghan and Mingyu are here. Mingyu grips the back of Dae's shirt, pulling him away from you.
"What your little fighter can't help you, you still need Jeonghan and this goon." He pushes his elbow back towards Mingyu.
Jeonghan pulls you back a little. Dae rolls his eyes and laughs. "I think your boy Junhui should be worried that you're fucking Jeonghan." You and Jeonghan have never done anything sexual together. Dae has always and will always be jealous of your friendship with him.
Mingyu tightens his grip pulling him back more. "Dude, shut the fuck up. You have no clue what you're talking about."
"I hope you said goodbye to your man before you came to work."
"What?"
"Turns out Sung and the boys brought a gun to the fight. It looks like no one is a fan of the masked fighter, Bes." Your stomach instantly drops.
Dae lifts his wrist looking at the time. "I would say things have probably already kicked off. Maybe if you leave now you can say goodbye."
Bile crawls up your throat. The room feels like it's spinning. Stepping forward you slap Dae.
"Good luck, baby." He laughs.
Mingyu pulls him into a chokehold pulling him back.
Without thinking Jeonghan grabs your hand. He drags you through the crowded club. He stops at the bar where your manager Woojin is. He says you're having an emergency. Hand in hand you sprint out of the club together. The concrete is wet from the rain that just ended.
Jeonghan drags you to his car. You both hop in and he drives, breaking too many laws, to get you to the warehouse quickly.
Parking, you hop out and see chaos is already unfolding. Jeonghan looks around frantically.
The sound of the gun shot ringing out echoed outside.
"Fuck." Jeonghan says.
Immediately people start sprinting outside. Another gun shot rings out. Then everything suddenly starts happening too quickly. Jeonghan runs towards the door and luckily sees no one has been shot.
You see Minghao looking terrified with blood on his hands. You sprint towards him.
"What happened?"
With wild eyes Minghao grabs your shoulder. "One of Sung's guys shot Chan."
"How bad is it?"
"It grazed him."
Another group of people rush out. You look inside to see Junhui has Sung pinned to the ground with Soonyoung helping. Jeonghan rushes inside to help Chan.
You follow Minghao inside, you desperately want to get to Junhui.
"Oh my god." Your voice immediately catches Junhui's attention.
You look at Sung and see he's definitely been knocked unconscious. Junhui jumps up and pulls you into his chest. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you both know he needs to keep his mask on.
"We need to get Chan out of here." Jeonghan says.
Chan lets out a groan as Jeonghan and Minghao help him stand up.
Soonyoung stands up and follows behind everyone as you head outside. The boys take Chan towards Jeonghan's car that's parked in the alley behind the warehouse.
Junhui stops and pulls you into another hug. When the first gun shot rang out he was terrified he would never see you again.
You walk towards the alley with him holding your hand. As you get to the entrance you see an expensive looking mustang driving toward you.
Everything moves in slow motion as the head lights get closer and closer.
Junhui moves your body like a force of nature. He shoves you hard and quick, getting you out of the way of the car bearing towards you. You hit the concrete wall with a thud.
He throws himself the other way attempting to save himself. You're just far enough away from the boys that they can't see what is happening.
Everything aches as you hit the hard concrete. Closing your eyes, you feel disoriented.
The car speeds off after clearly missing their target.
“Baby,” he shouts, pushing himself off the cold concrete. His attempts to save you from the car, left him on the cold hard ground. His heart sinks, seeing you laying on the wet asphalt. God he hopes he didn't hurt you, trying to save you.
Frantically he runs to you, praying to any god that you're okay. Being thrown against the wall, left your ears ringing. You held your ears feeling dazed. Slowly you sit up groaning in pain from the impact. He pulls up to your feet and presses you against the brick wall, his hands reached up to hold your face. His eyes are wild as he studies you.
Opening your mouth to speak nothing comes out as you stare at him. His breathing is rough just like yours. The car that tried to hit you, is long gone. You know exactly why they tried to run you off the road.
He releases your face, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. He's still wearing his gear from the fight. His face is still partially covered by his mask.
Glove covered hands roam your soft body. No one’s touch had ever felt quite like this. It wasn’t soft by any means but it was sensual without trying. With your body pressed against the cold brick wall you mind drifts to places it shouldn’t go. Junhui has never touched you like this. He's touching you as if he's trying to make sure you're real.
All that could be heard was heavy breathing between the two of you and the sound of passing cars below.
Your breathing is shallow as you’re focused on Junhui’s eyes.
You're in an alley in the dark side of the city. You had left work in a hurry dressed in nothing but a tiny dress and he was in his outfit he fought in.
It felt wrong because of what had just happened, but you had never been so turned on in your life.
“Jun—,” as you went to speak, he places his hand over mouth, silencing you.
Leaning forward with his lips brushing your ear he whispers, "you can’t say my name out loud right now.”
Slowly he removes his hand.“Okay.”
“Are you okay,” his hands went from your mouth to gently gliding down your throat.
“I’m fine. Maybe a little bruised up,” reaching out you rest your hand on his chest.
“Your pulse is racing,” he rasps.
“I’m on edge.” You're absolutely rattled, after someone clearly tried to kill you, by running you over.
“We need to get you back to my place,” he reaches down and takes your hand.
“What about my place?” Your apartment is way closer and you don't know if you could make it to his place.
“We can go there,” his hand rests in the crook of your neck.
Holding your hand he leads you into the alley where the boys are standing by their cars looking at Chan's wound. It looks like the bullet grazed his arm. They had no clue what just happened.
"We need to go to the hospital." Soonyoung says.
"You guys take Chan, I'm going to take the car and get bunny home safe."
Jeonghan puts his hand on his shoulder. "Please take care of her."
NINE: I BEG FOR YOU, AND EVERYTHING WE COULD BE
You're about ten minutes away from your apartment. He parks his car and leans over and presses his lips to your cheek for a soft kiss.
"In case Dae has people waiting for you outside, maybe we should take the fire escape."
"Good idea."
Arriving at the bottom of your apartment where the fire escape is, leads up to your second story apartment. You climb up the ladder well aware you're barely covered by your dress and tiny thong you're wearing underneath it. You left work in a rush and didn't have time to change into anything else. You're basically in nothing but a skin tight dress that leaves very little to the imagination. Luckily Junhui is a gentleman and wouldn't intentionally try to get an eyeful as you climbed up the ladder.
Climbing through the window into your apartment you help Junhui crawl in behind you. You shut the window quickly and lock it. You proceed to pull the blinds closed and turn to Junhui who's standing by your couch taking deep breaths.
“Are you okay?” You asks, walking towards him quickly.
He reaches up and slowly removed his mask. His black eye already coming in and his cheek is split.
Wide eyes lock on him as he works on taking his outfit off slowly. Low groans pass his lips as he works to strip away his clothes. He had taken quite a beating, tonight was clearly a set up. Sung had every intention of killing Junhui and taking you out after. Dae clearly knew what to say to get you to rush to Junhui. His hands grips the back of the couch as he walks around to sit down.
“I’m going to get my first aid kit.” You say.
The gash on his chest is pretty deep and you know you need to clean it. You hurry off to your bathroom and grab the first aid kit that's under the sink. Walking back into the living room you remove your shoes and walk over, sitting on the couch next to Junhui. His eyes are closed as he takes deep breaths.
“I thought you were dead,” you whisper.
“You don’t have to worry about me." He groans.
“It’s a little hard when I hear that you’ve been shot at the warehouse.”
With a peroxide cover cotton ball you gently cleaned the gash on his chest. His eyes are still closed tight as he groans. Gently you clean his wound, you're trying your hardest to make sure you don't hurt him anymore then he already is.
“Thank you for saving me,” you whisper, pulling away the cotton pad from his skin.
His black eyes open and a crooked smile formed on his beautiful face, “I don’t think you realize I will literally do anything to keep you safe.”
You go to move your hand away, and he reaches out, grabbing your wrist. His thumb gently rubs the underside, where your skin is more sensitive. Your eyes stay locked on him, as he touches you gently. You want to tell Junhui how much he means to you, but your brain doesn't seem to know what to say. Reaching up he takes the blood soaked cotton pad from your hand and placed it on top of the coffee table. He releases your wrist. He reaches down and places his hands on your soft hips. He moves your body as if you weighed nothing, and tugs you onto his lap. He's dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs as you straddle his thighs. You're only wearing a thin small dress that doesn't cover your body very much. You look like a stripper. The amount of make up that's cake on your skin doesn't help the look. His thumb rubs your hip, as the other hand rests on the side of your neck. His lips part as he takes slow breaths. One of your hands rests on his cheek while the other rests on your own thigh, holding down the short dress.
You lean forward resting your nose against his. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest and you know Junhui is aware of that.
“I love the way you smell, your skin always has this soft scent of vanilla,” he inhales.
Taking a slow breath you smile with your nose still resting against his.
His hand that's been resting on your hip crawls up your soft stomach, resting on the underside of your breast. His thumb grazed against the fabric of where your bra would have been if you were wearing one. Pulling his face away from you, he leans his head back and takes a breath. You could feel that he's growing harder beneath you.
“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” He rasps leaning his head back up.
“Let’s not talk about that,” you whisper, praying that you weren’t going to have this conversation. He doesn't need to know that you get more money from tips if you aren't wearing one, or if you wear just a thin bralette.
"You don’t have to keep all these walls up around me." He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I meant it when I told you, I want you. I don't care about your past, or the part that you think you need to hide. I want to be with you and to protect you." He leaves out the part where he wants to tell you, that in every lifetime he's loved you, and in every lifetime he's had to protect you from evil.
“There’s some things I don’t want you to know about me,” you whisper.
“Okay.”
You know it isn't okay, but he isn't going to press you for more information.
“I was so worried about you, I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt,” his voice is shaky.
“I’m okay Jun." Your lips are so close to his.
He must have read your mind, because he leans forward and connects his lips to your. His hand is still resting on your neck. You move your hand from your thigh and rests it on his cheek. Instinctively you roll your hips as your lips move together.
His lips move from your mouth, and he slowly start to kiss his way down your jaw. Holding your eyes close you take in his touch. His hand that's resting on your neck moves to the thin spaghetti strap of your dress.
With his lips ghosting your skin he asks, “can I?”
“Yes,” your tone is needy.
His hand that's resting on the underside of your breast moves up as he pushes down both the straps on your dress. He pushes the fabric down your skin, leaving you completely bare from the waist up. You stare at him, wide eyed as his calloused hands move up to massage your breast. His fingers rolled your nipples. Your lips are parted as you take deep a breath enjoying the feeling of his touch.
“Is this alright?” He asks.
“Yes it is,” you try to keep your tone even.
“I won't let anything like tonight ever happen again,” he leans forward and presses his lips to the side of your mouth.
His lips move against yours, as you slowly roll your hips against his growing length. Your lips move together, as if you need each other to breathe. If someone told Junhui he couldn't exist without you, he wouldn't even second guess them. Kissing you is like a breath of fresh air. You're oxygen in his air deprived lungs. Your hands move up resting on his chest. With his lips ghosting yours he whispers, "I need you.”
“Jun." You hold his face in your hands and pull away from him. "I'm so scared I'll ruin things between us. I'm bad luck, everything always falls apart because of me. I don't want to say something that will ruin things between us."
“Nothing you say will ruin anything between us. I want you, I don't mean I just want to have sex with you. I want to be the person you can lean on. I want to be the person who can take care of you. Baby just let me in." He's never sounded this desperate speaking to you before.
“Junhui I’m begging you just drop it right now,” your own voice is desperate.
“Okay.”
Your lips crash against his as your hips roll against his. Your hands move to the bottom of your dress and push it up so it's resting above your hips. Leaving you practically bare below, except for your tiny white thong. You lift your hips slightly, and pull your thong to the side.
"Please touch me."
His lips move to your neck, leaving wet kisses and gentle nips. His lips ghosts your skin and he whispers, "Are you wet for me?"
“Yes,” you rasps as his finger slide into your core.
You gasped as his fingers did slow circles on your sensitive nub. His lips never left your neck. His touch sent a shiver down your spine in the best way possible.
“I need more,” you moan.
Junhui removes his hands from your core. “Sit up a little bit,” he rasps, removing his lips from your skin.
You sit up as he pushes his boxers down his thighs enough to free his erection. Your eyes stayed locked in his face. He has a look of concentration playing across it. His hands grip your soft thigh bringing you back to a resting position on his thighs.
You sit up just enough to line yourself up with his cock. Slowly you sink down on to his length, gasping as you bottom out. Your hands rests on his chest. You stay still for a moment adjusting to his size. You haven't had sex in a while and your body is tense.
His hand rises up to rest gently on your throat, never in your life have you wanted someone to place even the slightest amount of pressure there. Leaning forward you rest your nose against his. Your breathing is uneven. His eyes are closed as his hand still rests on your throat, his thumb gently glides across your skin. All the oxygen seems to be sucked out of the room, and you need each other to breathe. Your ears are still ringing from being thrown against the wall. In this moment the only thing you can hear is yours and Junhui’s breathing.
Slowly your hips moved up. You start to move slowly up and down his length. The only other sounds passing your lips are pants and soft moans. You have never had sex in your life, that feels nearly as intimate as what is unfolding between you and Junhui. Your hands grip his shoulders as you continue to ride him. He's touching anywhere he possibly can, his hand travels from your throat down to your soft hips. He helps guide you as he moves you up and down his length.
The coil in your stomach tightens, with each drag of his cock. His length curves just the right way. With each thrust he touches that spongy spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
Gasping you lean forward, resting your head against his shoulder. Your lips gently nip at his shoulder. You know you're probably going to leave a mark reminding you both of what had happened between you on your couch.
With each thrust your stomach tightens. Leaning up you press your lips to his for a hungry kiss. He knows you're close by, your needy whimpers. Reaching between you, he toys with your sensitive clit.
With your lips ghosting his you moan his name, as he pushes you over the edge. Your walls flutter around his length; it didn't take too long for him to hit his high and spill inside you. Your body stops moving, you stay completely still sitting on his lap. Your forehead is resting against his as you both your breathing is uneven. His hand moves up, gently resting on your cheek. He places a wet kiss on your lips.
“You should probably take a shower." Your voice is shaky. He pulls away from you slowly.
“Will you join me?” He asks.
“Of course.”
You slowly crawl off his lap with wobbly legs and take his hands as he stands up. You lead him down towards the bathroom door that was next to your bedroom door.
TEN: FATED LOVERS
Laying in bed, your head rests on Junhui’s chest. His calloused hand rubs your back slowly. It was almost five in the morning and neither of you had been able to sleep at all. Your eyes were closed as you tried to take in his closeness. Not even two hours ago you thought Junhui was dead and now you were in bed naked with him.
"Can you promise me, I won't scare you off if I let my walls down?"
"Nothing you say could scare me." He leans down pressing his lips to the top of your head.
"I'm not just a waitress—" you pause. Outside of Jeonghan and Mingyu you don't really share the other side with people. "I also am a stripper when money is tight."
"Baby, that's fine. I fight people for money. You got to do what you got to do to survive."
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you."
"Baby, it's okay. That doesn't change the fact that I love you." These final three words make your chest feel as if it's being squeezed.
"I love you too." You don't think you have ever loved anyone like you love him.
"I'm never going to let anything like tonight ever happen again."
"Okay."
"We should get some sleep."
"Yeah. Can you stay here when we wake up?"
He nods his head. "Of course."
Before long you both fall asleep. You dream of each other just like you always do. It's almost noon when you both wake up.
You take your time making you both lunch as Junhui sits at the table watching you move around the kitchen. Finding you in every lifetime gives his life meaning. Now that he's found you can't wait to spend the rest of this life with you.
After lunch Soonyoung calls and lets you both know that Chan is fine and he's home safe. Luckily the bullet just grazed him. He also informs you that Sung and a bunch of his gang were arrested. You aren't sure if Dae was arrested but you hope he was.
When nightfall comes around you and Junhui pack you an overnight bag and you head back to his place.
Junhui says now that he has you, he can't bear to sleep alone.
Standing in his shower he's taking his time scrubbing shampoo into your hair. He's using this time to take care of you. The moment you rinse your hair you work on washing his still very bruised body. Any chance he gets, he's leaning down to steal a kiss.
"I love you." He says between kisses.
"I love you too."
"I've loved you in every lifetime, and I'll love you in every single one that comes next." He means it. He's lived so many lifetimes as a protector and hopes he finds you in every single one.
He’s always been a fighter and a protector in every lifetime. No matter how hard he tries evil always follows you in one way or another. You have no clue who he is until you come face to face with the man, warding off the evil from your dreams. You find him in an abandoned warehouse fighting in an illegal boxing match. The man in the ring winning instantly captures your attention in every way possible.
˙⋆✮ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, angst
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): underground boxing au, reincarnation au, egyptian god au, soulmate au
˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 14k
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit adult content, violence, gang activity, fighting, injuries, blood, mc has a shitty ex that won’t leave he alone and is harassing her and practically stalking her, attempted murder, sex work, and stripping.
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v, creampie, fooling around in the shower, hand job, choking, body worship, couch sex, riding, fingering, they’re both kinda desperate, lots of making out, nipple play Nicknames: baby, bunny (hers)
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: this was written for ‘Sand of Time’ hosted by @sailorsoons & @daechwitatamic thank you @aeristudios for helping me figure out this story. Thank you for beta reading @thestraybunny. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.
🎧: kiss it better - rhianna | dying for you - charli xcx | do i wanna know - the arctic monkeys | shrike - hoizer | chains of love - charli xcx
Everything existence he's ever had, he's been a fighter. He's lived too many lives times to count. His life as the god Bes makes him a protector. He's lived so many lives protecting people and warding off evil spirits. “There’s another repeating situation when it comes to every one of his lives, you. He is put on earth in every life to protect; women, children, and you.
This life is no different. His weekend nights are spent in a warehouse on the dark side of town. This time he wears a mask to hide his identity. The crowd knows him as Bes.
In every lifetime he has you. He sees you in his dreams, and he knows you see him in yours. He counts down the days until he can finally meet you again.
ONE: NOT ALWAYS PROUD OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.
Too many nights you spend working in this hell hole of a club. This place is located on the rougher side of town, and a seedy owner who works with very powerful men. The front looks like a normal bar, but through a pair of metal doors the darker and scandalous things unfold. On the stage there is a pole and girl who is dancing to the beat of a sultry song. You've found yourself up there too many times. It's been a couple months since you've stripped. Recently you've been working as a waitress. You're dressed just as scantilly as the girls who walk on that stage. Dressed in a tiny dress with no bra, and a pair of sky high heels.
With a tray in hand you're walking from table to table taking orders. Walking over to the bar you find your favorite bar tender Jeonghan.
"Table ten wants an old fashioned."
"Bunny, why are you here tonight?" Jeonghan is only one of two people you're close with here. He's been calling you Bunny since he met you. He says you're cute like a bunny.
"I'm working." He's asking you why you're here, because this is the ninth day you've been here in a row.
"Why aren't you taking any days off?" Jeonghan asks, as he's making the drink.
"I'm saving money so I can take a self defense class."
"Is Dae still threatening you?” Jeonghan knows all about you ex. Dae and you dated for two years, and broke up over eight months ago and since your break up, he has been harassing you. He's connected to the gangs that run this city and isn't someone to mess with. Over the last two months he's been basically stalking you.
"He won't leave me alone." Jeonghan sits the drink on the counter.
"Bunny, I know a guy. His name is Junhui. He's a fighter and if I tell him about Dae, I know he'll teach you to fight. He's got his own gym and everything."
"Okay." You know that Jeonghan wouldn't send you to a sketchy man, to teach you to fight.
The night goes on in a blur. You keep waiting tables, and you can't count the amount of men who have tried to touch you.
The doors swing open, and you see Dae and a few gang friends walk in. Immediately you feel sick. You glance over at the bar and see Jeonghan watching carefully.
Looking over by the stage you see your boss signaling you towards their table. You shake your head and try to walk away, attempting to rush backstage.
Someone grabs your hand, and immediately you know it's Dae. "Baby, why are you running away?"
Stopping dead in your tracks. You look at him, trying not to show any emotions. "Let go of me."
"If I let go, you'll run away, and we need to talk."
You groan, pulling your shoulder back attempting to get away. "I have nothing to say to you."
"Baby don't be like that."
"Let go of me." You seethe.
This isn't the first time he's shown up. He's just never been brave enough to touch you like this. When you were with him he definitely sucked and was an asshole. He was the definition of a shitty boyfriend, but he never laid a hand on you.
You pull forward quickly, before he drops your hand. You look up to see Mingyu, the body guard holding your ex. "You don't touch the girls, asshole." Mingyu pulls him back.
Dae throws his elbow back attempting to hit Mingyu. Except he doesn’t stand a chance at even moving the mountain that is Mingyu.
'Time to leave, buddy." You look behind him to see another bouncer kicking out Dae's friends.
"Baby, you can't avoid me. We will talk." Mingyu drags him out of the club. Shaking your head rush to the back. Your eyes brim with tears, you're overwhelmed and caught off guard.
The door to the back opens and Mingyu steps into the back. Reaching up you push away your tears. Mingyu silently watches you for a second before he holds open his arms. You don't say anything, you step into his arms. He holds you close and rubs your back.
Since you started working here you've grown close with Mingyu. The bouncer has become like a brother to you. He always goes out of his way to protect you.
"Bun, you should go home." He's picked up on using the same nicknames for you that Jeonghan uses.
"I need the money." You pull away from his hold.
"Jeonghan told me about his friend who is a fighter. I think you should talk to him."
"Okay."
-
The night comes to an end finally. You're sitting at the bar with Mingyu counting your money. Most the girls are in the back packing up, and some waitresses are heading home. You don't plan on leaving until Jeonghan and Mingyu can walk out with you. Jeonghan is working on cleaning up the bar. He doesn't have too much more to do before he's good to go.
"Bunny, Junhui has a fight tomorrow at the warehouse on twenty-third tomorrow night. Why don't you go with me tomorrow and you can meet him?"
"Okay." At this point you want to know how to protect yourself against Dae.
"Should you guys be going to an illegal fight night?" Mingyu asks, looking up from his phone.
It's probably not the best idea, but you're desperate. If Jeonghan thinks this Junhui guy can help you, you're willing to go meet him.
"I'll keep her safe." Jeonghan responses.
Mingyu sighs, and rolls his eyes. "Just call me, you guys need me. I have a date, but if things go south I can meet up with you guys."
TWO: THE MIDNIGHT MAN AND THE GIRL WHO HAUNTS HIS DREAMS
It's late at night when Jeonghan picks you up. He takes you to the sketchy part of town that's filled with warehouses.
Based on the amount of people hanging out outside smoking, the loud music that is pulsating all you would swear this is a night club.
Lacing his fingers with yours Jeonghan pulls you inside. You weave your way through the crowd where all the noise is coming from. Pushing your way through he brings you over to one of the corners for the fighters. A tall man dressed in very fashionable street wear greets Jeonghan.
"Minghao, this is my friend _____."
Minghao nods in your direction. "You're the one Bes is going to teach to fight?" You've never heard the name Bes before, you thought you were meeting up with someone named Junhui.
"Bes?"
"That's the only name he goes by here." Minghao responds.
"Oh."
"How is Chan doing?" You assume Chan is one of the boys in the middle of the empty space fighting.
"He's doing good, he's winning."
You watch as the smaller of the two men, seems to be winning. He’s getting a few good punches in. This warehouse is packed, the sounds of booming base music, and the loud cheers rattle your chest. Looking around you see a mix of people like you, struggling to get by and people who are dressed in high luxury brands.
Minghao pats Jeonghan on the back. “You should go see Bes before the fight.”
Jeonghan takes your hand leading you towards the back. Standing at the door you see a buff man in a suit blocking the back door.
“Hao told us Bes wants to see us.”
The bouncer glances passed both of you. Turning back, you see Minghao nod his head, the bouncer steps aside. The backroom is practically empty other than a couple folding chairs, and a few duffle bags. In the middle of the room you see a man wearing a face mask covering from below his eyes down. He’s clearly warming up. The other man is holding up gloves helping him practice.
“Soonyoung.” Jeonghan says releasing your hand.
Immediately the boys stop practicing. Soonyoung walks over and gives Jeonghan a hug. The man who was referred to as Bes stares at you silently. Slowly he tilts his head as if he’s studying you. Without thinking you step closer to him. There is something about him that you’re immediately drawn to. He doesn’t move, he’s locked in place watching you.
The door you walked through swings opens. Another man dressed in an expensive suit steps into the back.
“Bes, it’s your turn. Kick Parks ass. I have a lot of money riding on this fight.” The man shouts before walking out.
Jeonghan grabs your hand pulling you towards him. “We’ll meet you guys back here after the fight.”
The man behind the mask doesn’t say anything, he just watches as Jeonghan leads you back out the door.
Walking back into the warehouse things feel different. EDM music is booming through the speakers. Jeonghan leads you back over towards Minghao. You look to the other side of the ring to see a tall man with a similar build as Junhui. He’s covered in tattoos with dark hair.
The speaker crackles as someone shouts, “Bes!” The room instantly erupts. Soonyoung walks out next to Junhui, with the man in the suit flanking behind them. Junhui shirtless, wearing black cargo pants, and no shoes. Your eyes are instantly captivated by his beautiful body. He stops next to you and nods before walking to the center of the empty space.
Jeonghan never releases your hand as the fight starts. The bass is booming as they go blow for blow fighting. It’s clear that Junhui who everyone refers to as Bes is a very skilled fighter. The other fighter lands a solid kick on Junhui ribs, sending him shuffling back. Your eyes never leave him. He takes another step back gathering himself, before launching towards Park. With every single punch Junhui is getting the upper hand.
Park doesn’t give up though, he keeps giving Junhui firm kicks to the ribs. Junhui gets a strong kick to his jaw, sending Park down to the floor. The crowd erupts the moment he hits the concrete.
The same person that was dressed in the expensive suit walks into the middle and declares Bes the winner. Junhui dips his head, before walking back to back. The man in the suit hands Minghao a huge stack of money. Minghao gives him a curt nod, before him and Soonyoung follow Junhui to the back. Jeonghan squeezes your hand before dragging you off. Jeonghan locks the door as you step into the to room.
“Is it locked?” Minghao asked.
“Yeah.” Jeonghan says before releasing your hand.
Junhui takes off his face mask. He’s maybe ten feet from you. He takes a deep breath as he stares at you. For years you’ve had dreams of the man who is standing in front of you. Maybe it’s not him, but you feel like you know him.
“Jeonghan, who is this?” Junhui finally speaks.
“This is ___, she’s the girl who I mentioned.”
Reaching into his duffle bag, he pulls out a black hoodie. He pulls it on slowly, clearly sore from the fight. “You need to learn self defense right?”
“Yeah.” You finally speak.
“Why does she need to learn to fight?” Soonyoung asks.
Minghao seems like he’s barely paying attention. He’s more focused on counting the wad of money he was handed.
“My ex won't leave me alone."
“Fuck.” Minghao chimes in.
“The dude is an asshole. He won’t leave her alone at work now. Mingyu and I are trying to protect her, but we can’t always be there.” You’re scared of your ex, but at least you know at work and whenever you’re with them, they’ll keep you safe.
“I’ll teach you to fight.” He steps closer to you. “I’ll help keep you safe.” You don’t understand right now, but Junhui will do anything to protect you.
“I appreciate it.” He steps closer and instantly stops in his tracks.
“Jeonghan can give you my contact info.”
“Okay.”
THREE: A SPARK LIKE YOU’VE NEVER FELT BEFORE
The address Junhui gave you is a gym on the west side of town. It’s about a twenty minute walk from your place.
Standing outside the gym, you notice there are brick apartments above. Looking at the address again you realize that it’s for one of the apartments. You see a glass door. Walking over to it you pull it open. His building is nice, it definitely is newer than yours. Walking up the stairs you see the numbers and walk two doors to the left.
You aren’t quite sure why you’re nervous. You give the black painted wood door two firm knocks. You step back and wait. It only takes about thirty seconds before Minghao opens the door.
“Hello.” He gives you a small wave, before stepping aside.
You give him a polite nod. Stepping inside you look around. The apartment is an open concept for the kitchen and living area. There looks to be a small hallway where you assume the bedrooms are located. The walls are a mix of brick, and grey paint. The floor is a dark hard wood with a big green rug in the living area.
“Jun is in his room. Let me go grab him.” Minghao excuses himself, leaving you go awkwardly stand in the living room. You keep looking around, taking in the details of their shared space.
Looking over at the hallway you watch as both boys walk out. Minghao is now wearing a coat. He gives you another nod.
“I’m going to meet up with Chan and Soonyoung.” The front door clicks and suddenly you’re alone with the familiar man.
He’s dressed more casually today. He’s wearing a black tank top that hugs his toned body, and a pair of black joggers. His hair looks fluffy, almost as if his hair has been freshly washed.
“I feel like I should properly introduce myself.” You realize that at the warehouse he only really learned your name. “I’m ___, you can call me bunny if you want. Jeonghan and Mingyu call me that.”
He smiles at your cute nickname. “Bunny?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story, but the short version is, according to Jeonghan, I’m cute like a bunny.”
“I’m Junhui. My friend call me Jun, and you can as well. Whenever I’m fighting I go by Bes. If you ever watch me fight again, or you see me in a mask please just call me Bes.”
“Why Bes?”
“Bes is a god who is a protector. I’ve lived my life trying to protect women and children.” Something about him feels so safe. You don’t know him, but you feel as if you’ve always known him.
“I like that.”
He steps closer to you. “I’ll teach you to protect yourself, and I’ll protect you.”
“Thank you.”
“Let me take you to the gym downstairs. I own it with Hao.”
He leads you to the door. He slips on a pair of sneakers and grabs a set of keys from the bowl that’s sitting on a table by the door.
Neither of you say anything as you head downstairs. He walks up to the door and slowly opens it. Stepping inside you see some fighting equipment. It’s clear based on the fight you watched, and Junhui’s build that he's a trained fighter.
He leaves you standing on the padded mat to look around, walking over to the box and pulls out gloves. He walks back over to you. “Do you know how to fight?”
“I know how to punch someone.”
“Do you know how to defend yourself?”
“Not really.”
He hands you the gloves. “Put these on.”
You put them on with his help. He moves so you’re standing in the middle of the padded floor. Holding his bare hands up, he nods. “Alright, punch my hands.”
“Won’t that hurt you?”
“I take punches for a living. No offense you don’t hit as hard as the men I fight.”
You throw a punch at his left hand and then his right now.
“Good job, now do it again.”
For about two hours he trains you on fighting and defense. You’re absolutely exhausted, and sitting on the floor with your back against the wall. Junhui is sitting next to you. He holds out a bottle of water. You take a huge gulp of water.
“You did good.” He says.
“How are you still standing after fighting? I’m exhausted.” You lean your head back against the wall.
“I’ve trained for this for a long time.”
You take another big sip of the water. “What made you become an underground fighter?”
He pushes his fingers through his hair. “I’ve always been good at fighting. I realized early on when I would fight I would get this adrenaline rush. Fighting in that warehouse just became quick and easy money for me.”
“Oh.”
He grabs his own water and takes a big sip. “I feel like I should get to know you. Where do you work?”
“I work at the same club Jeonghan does.” Junhui has never been to a club, but what he has gathered from Soonyoung and Jeonghan it sounds like it's a club and a strip club. He’s not sure what your job is, but he doesn’t care if you’re a stripper.
“What do you do there?”
“I’m a waitress.”
“Where do you live?”
“Downtown, near the train station on seventh street.” Junhui knows exactly where that is. That isn’t the best part of town. He knows the rent is cheaper there. Soonyoung used to date a girl who lived a couple blocks from there. It’s about a twenty minute walk from the warehouse district.
“Do you walk to work?” He doesn’t like the idea of you walking home at night.
“Sometimes. Other times Jeonghan or Mingyu take me home.”
He pushes himself off the ground. “Maybe you shouldn’t be walking home if your ex is stalking you.”
“I know. It’s really rare for me to walk home.”
Junhui holds out his hand. You take it, and he pulls you up. “Call if you ever need a ride home. I’ll pick you up or Hao can.”
“You’re already doing too much for me, by helping me learn to fight.” You look down and realize he’s still holding your hand. Him holding your hand feels so natural.
“I promised you that I would keep you safe, and I meant that.” He releases your hand.
“I feel like I know you for some reason.” You knit your brows, you can’t fully explain what you’re feeling.
He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you with an unreadable expression.
“Maybe we were meant to know each other.” He finally responds.
“Maybe.”
“Did you walk here?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me drive you home.”
FOUR: ALL THE MESSED I’VE MADE, LEAD ME BACK TO YOU
Over the last month and half you’ve been going to Junhui’s place by train three times a week. You’ve grown quite close to the masked fighter. You’ve even gone to a handful more of his fights. It's become clear that Junhui is the star fighter of that underground fight scene.
It's a day you're off and went to Junhui's gym for training. You've gotten quite good at boxing. Junhui is holding up his hand helping you hit moving targets. He's wearing a proud smile at how good you've gotten.
Junhui is standing by the wall drinking water while you fix your hair. Junhui can't help but be distracted sometimes at how beautiful he thinks you are.
You turn and give him a smile. "What are your plans this evening?"
"I don't have any. Minghao is out on a date so I think I'm home alone."
"Would you want to hang out and get dinner together?"
"Sure." You don't realize but Junhui will do anything you ask him to do.
You end up at a little hole in the wall bar that serves delicious Thai Food downtown that you love.
There is a cozy little booth by the back wall. You're each drinking a bottle of beer while sharing a couple plates of delicious food.
You notice how comfortable Junhui has grown around you. He's dishing himself some pad thai while listening to you tell a story about growing up.
"How long have you been at the club?" He asks.
"Five years. The money is really good there." You really hope he doesn't push for too much more information about the club.
"How long have you lived alone?"
"About two years. I used to live with a shitty ex."
"Was that shitty ex Dae or another one?"
"Another one. I have a bad track record with men." You don't know the last time you actually dated a decent guy. Your last three relationships started out good, before they both crashed and burned.
"You’re too good for those men." He says confidently.
"I wish I believed that." You used to be so confident, but since Dae and you broke up he's seemed to break your confidence.
"You're beautiful, kind, and compassionate. I think that makes you too good for most men." He picks up his beer and stares at it for a moment. "Any man you choose to give any of your time to, should feel lucky."
"I'm really glad Jeonghan introduced us." Junhui feels like he's the missing piece in life.
"I think I definitely owe him."
You both sit there enjoying your food. You hear someone yell your name. You look over at the pool table to see Dae and some of his gang friends.
You must look like you've seen a ghost. Junhui glances at you and quickly looks over at Dae who is walking towards you. Your hand that is sitting on the table instant clenches.
Junhui reaches out grabbing your hand. You relax it as he holds your hand. He squeezes it once, gaining your attention.
"There's my girl." Dae says walking up.
"I'm not your girl." You say firmly.
"Who is this guy?" Dae turns his attention to Junhui.
Junhui narrows his eyes at him. "None of your business."
"I think it's my business who my girl is seeing." Dae tilts his head.
"She's not your property and she sure as hell isn't your girl."
Dae barks out a laugh. "You're just her new toy. Soon she'll get bored with you, and come running back to me."
"Fuck you, Dae."
"We both know it's true, baby."
"I think you should leave her alone." Junhui releases your hand and stands up.
"Or what?" Dae says, shoving his finger into Junhui's chest.
You look behind your ex to see his friends are paying attention to what is unfolding. You stand up and grab Junhui's hand. You're scared of what will happen if you don't leave now.
"Let's go." You tug on his hand.
"What's wrong lover boy are you going to let her boss you around."
"I think it’s for the best that I leave. Just know if you lay another finger on her, I will end you."
Junhui squeezes your hand as he leads you out of the bar. Neither of you say anything as he leads you back to his car.
He unlocks the door and helps you into your side. He gets in and silently starts driving. Your chest aches, realizing your ex possibly ruined everything you could have been building with Junhui.
You expect him to drive you back home, but are surprised when he takes you to his place.
"What's going on?" You finally ask.
"I don't want you home alone in an apartment where Dae can find you."
Heading upstairs to his place he walks up slowly behind you, almost as if he's protecting you.
Once inside you notice how quiet the place is. Minghao must still be out for the night.
"Let's head to my room."
You follow him down the small hallway. He opens the door and you both head inside. His room is cream colored with dark hardwood floors. His bed is a queen with dark grey sheets and a cream comforter. The floor is partially covered by a grey rug. There is a door that sits against the same wall as his bed. That leads to the ensuite bathroom.
"You can sleep in here tonight and I'll sleep in the living room."
You hate the idea of him giving up his bed to you. "We can share the bed. I don't mind."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Would you like to shower before we go to bed?"
"Please."
He shows you how to use the shower and tells you all his products in the shower can be used.
"I'll find you some clothes to sleep in."
"I'll close the curtain so you can just bring them in if you don't mind."
"Okay."
He leaves you alone in the bathroom. Pulling back the curtain and the sliding glass door you turn on the water giving it a moment to warm up. Stripping away your clothes, you try to fold them up neatly.
Stepping into the hot water you instantly start to relax. You just stand there letting the warm water washes the stress your ex caused.
The door opens and it takes everything in you not to peek through the curtain to him. "I got you a pair of shorts that are pretty comfortable and a baggy shirt."
"Thank you."
"I'll be on the other side of the door if you need me."
The door clicks shut signaling you're alone again. Looking on the corner shelf you find shampoo and conditioner. You're happy to see Junhui doesn't use two in one like some men. It looks like he has nice moisturizing shampoo and conditioner.
You take your time washing your hair, before using his citrus scented body wash. He always smells so fresh and clean and now you know why.
After you finish showering you work on fully drying yourself off and taming your hair.
Walking into his bedroom you find him laying on the top of the comforter in just a pair of sweat shorts. You already have a crush on him and the thought of him laying in bed with you, looking like that is enough to make you go crazy.
Crawling into bed you lay there staring at the ceiling. "Thank you for keeping me safe." You glance over at him.
"I promised you that I would protect you."
"I appreciate it. It's been really nice having you in my life."
"I'm glad we met." He says as he starts to crawl under the covers.
"Maybe we should get some sleep."
Closing your eyes you try to sleep. Anytime you get close to falling asleep, you keep having visions of the man lying next to you. Your dreams of him almost feel like déjà vu.
Your eyes slowly open. Laying on your side you stare at him. Since meeting Junhui you can't help but feel like your life is changing for the better. The problem is, you're terrified he's going to grow tired of you and all your baggage. What if he doesn’t like the sides of you that you desperately try to keep hidden?
His eyes flutter open. "What are you looking at?"
"You."
He reaches out, setting his hand right next to yours. The room feels incredibly small. It's taking everything not to reach out and touch him.
"Are you tired?" He asks.
"Yeah."
"You should get some sleep." He laces his fingers with yours. "Sweet dreams, bunny."
FIVE: KISS IT BETTER
Over the last week you find yourself constantly with Junhui if you aren't working. He's become a very important fixture in your life. Jeonghan and Mingyu have even started teasing you at work, about your crush on him. You don't even bother lying to yourself anymore. You're well aware you've fallen for the masked fighter.
The tension between the two of you is starting to be too much. Your days spent at his gym leave your yearning for the smallest touches. It's been too long since you've been intimate with someone, and the fact that you like him so much isn't helping. You feel touch starved. You would do anything just to hold his hand again.
It's another rainy day and you find yourself in Junhui's empty gym with him. Instead of boxing like you normally do, he's teaching you how to get out of a submission hold.
He’s hovering over you, with your hands pinned to the floor next to your head. You didn't make it easy on him trying to pin you down. You shift slightly trying to pull away.
"You can get out of this." He pushes your hands back down. Lifting your hips, you try to knock him off you. He shakes his head. "I'm not going to make it easy."
You know you have one chance if you can throw your leg hard enough to knock you both over. You take a deep breath before throwing your leg.
Jun releases you, tumbling off you. Pushing yourself off the ground, you make quick work of crawling on top of him. You sit on his lap. There is absolutely no way you can keep him pinned down, but you wanted to prove to him, you could get out of his hold.
Grabbing his hands you pin them next to his head, just like he did to you. He looks up at you giving you a wicked grin.
"That's impressive."
You release his hands knowing he'll pin you again to prove a point if you don't wave the white flag.
One of your hands rests over his chest. You can feel his heart beating below. He lifts his head slightly.
"Do you like the view?" You give him a smile.
"The view is great."
You lean down slightly. God, up close like this he's so damn beautiful. He pushes himself up so you're still sitting on his lap but his face is close to yours.
Silently he pushes your hair out of your face. His hand rests on your cheek. "You're so pretty. The view from here is even better."
Leaning in close you test the water. Resting your nose against his. Your lips part as you take a deep breath.
"I'm going to kiss you." He whispers.
The moment your lips touch for the first time, you feel alive. Kissing him is everything you've dreamed of. One of his hands stays on your cheek while the other rests on your hip, holding you close to him.
Pulling back you can't help but smile. "That was nice."
He gives you the cutest crooked smile. Leaning back in you crash your lips into his. One of his hands roams your back. Your lips move together in perfect sync. He runs his tongue across the seam of your lips. Opening your mouth he slides his tongues against yours.
His hand rests on your butt, squeezing it he pulls your body closer to his. You're making out on the floor of his gym, like a couple of horny teenagers.
Tangling your fingers in his hair you hold him close to you.
"I like you." You whisper against his lips.
"Fuck—" He moans.
You have no concept of time as you kiss him like your life depends on it. It could be five minutes or even an eternity.
Pulling away you both need a minute to catch your breath. He rests his large hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb across your bottom lip.
"Where have you been all my life?" You sigh.
"Waiting for you."
SIX: LITTLE SECRETS YOU CANT TELL
You hate nights like this when neither Jeonghan or Mingyu are at work with you. Your rent is due, and the only way to avoid being absolutely broke for a few weeks, is getting up on stage. Normally it would be fine if you knew the boys were here as a safety net.
Just knowing you’re alone always leaves you feeling unsettled.
Looking in the mirror you work on reapplying the makeup you caked on when you know you're going on stage. A couple of the dancers sitting on the other side of the mirror are talking about some work gossip. Since you started dancing here you try your hardest to stay out of drama. You have enough going on in your life. The last thing you need is for people at work to be involved in your life.
This is the final half hour of your night. You just need to do one more dance and you're able to go home, with plenty of money.
"____ you're up next." The DJ pops into the back and shouts.
You walk out to the stage. You take a slow deep breath as the music starts to play. The guitar intro to "Kiss It Better" by Rhianna plays you in.
Walking on the stage the bright lights are blinding. You hand grips the pole as you spin around.
As the song goes on you start shedding what little clothes you're wearing. The song comes to a close and you're left standing on stage fully naked. Walking off stage in your sky high heels you wrap a robe around you tightly.
You walk into the back room and immediately grab your toiletry bag. You head into the wash room and work on washing away the stage make up that's caked onto your face. You have no problem with Junhui seeing you barefaced, but you don't want to see him in full stage makeup.
Heading back to your locker you're greeted by one of the managers handing you your tips from the last dance. You pull out some for the djs and bartender and then shove it into the pouch you keep in your bag.
"Are you heading out?" Your manager asks.
"Yeah."
"Have a good night."
Reaching into your back you pull out a pair of joggers and sweater. You get dressed in your warm and cozy clothes quickly. Grabbing your phone from your bag you see a text from Junhui. It reads "be outside in five minutes."
You gather your purse and make sure you have your money bag. You shove the rest of your dancing stuff in your locker. You make your way quickly through the club hoping to get to Junhui.
Walking outside into the cool night air you see him parked close to the entrance. You jog to his car and quickly get in.
Sitting your bag on the floorboard you turn and give him a smile. "Thank you for picking me up."
"How was work?" He asks. Your stomach twists in knots. You hate talking about your job. You don't want to lie to him, but you can't bring yourself to tell him that tonight was one of those nights you took your clothes off on stage.
"Fine." You know you probably sound short with your answer but you can't help it.
"What happened?" He raises his brow, clearly confused by your tone.
"It's just work."
"Did you want to talk about it?"
"Can we please not?" You can't do this tonight. You aren't ready for things to blow up between you.
"We don't have to talk about it." He leans over and presses his lips to your cheek for a gentle kiss.
"I know it's late, but did you want to stay at my place tonight? The guys are over hanging out and they asked if you would join us." This isn't the first time he's asked you to stay over since your first kiss. You've stayed over enough that Junhui has gotten toiletries of things you use in his bathroom. Your sleepovers are quite innocent outside of some kissing. You both just like the intimacy of sharing a bed and cuddling.
In the process of getting close to Junhui, you've also grown close with his three best friends.
"Is there possibly food there? I'm starving."
He holds his hand out. Without thinking twice you lace your fingers with his. He lifts his hand and kisses the top of your hand.
"Chan brought pizza over."
"Perfect."
The drive to Junhui's place isn't too long. He parks and turns the car off. He doesn't move to get out and neither do you. He turns towards you and gives you a look. You unbuckle your seatbelt and practically launch yourself at him. You move so you're sitting on his lap, with the steering wheel against your back. Your fingers are tangled in his hair as your lips move together. Since your first kiss you shared at the gym, it's not uncommon for you and him to make out like a couple of horny teenagers. His hands roam your back. His hand dips below the back of your sweats. His finger toy with the back of your thong because he grabs the fleshy cheek of your ass. You realize he's definitely an ass man. Whenever you're on top of him he's constantly grabbing your butt.
"Fuck—" he moans against your lips. "I'm going to get hard if we don't stop."
"Is that a problem?" You tease him, pulling back.
"Yeah. Our first time shouldn't be in my car. We should take things slower." You've never had a man want to take things slow like this. But you have no problem waiting. You know when you finally have sex it will be intense, just like everything is with him.
After your intense makeout session in the car you find yourself in the living room of Junhui and Minghao's apartment. It's two in the morning but none of the guys seem to be tired. Soonyoung is sitting on the floor next to Chan. They have been talking about some huge fight with some man named Johnny.
"Dude, Johnny is in Sung's gang. Last time I checked Sung is still pissed he lost money when you beat him." Soonyoung says. If you remember correctly, Sung was the first man you saw Junhui fight.
"Is fighting Johnny a good idea?" Minghao asks.
"No." Chan chimes in.
"The money would be crazy though." Soonyoung responds.
Junhui isn't saying anything. He's just silently sitting on the couch next to you.
"Jun you don't have to do it." Minghao says.
"If I don't fight him, Sung is just going to be more pissed."
"Dude Johnny is huge. He knocked out Bronx and broke his arm." Chan says.
Everything they're all saying is making you extremely uneasy. You look over at Junhui, unable really read his emotions.
"What is the payout?" Junhui asks.
"Double the Sung fight." Minghao says.
"I'll do it." The moment he agrees you suddenly want to cry. You push yourself off the couch.
You don't say anything as you walk off to Junhui's room. You don't want to make a scene begging him not to fight. You clearly have something going on with Junhui but you definitely aren't his girlfriend.
You head off to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to start getting ready for bed. You go about your business brushing your teeth and changing into the oversized shirt and shorts Junhui keeps in the top drawer for you.
You walk out of the bathroom and find Junhui sitting on the bed waiting for you.
"You're clearly upset."
You stop in front of him and stand between his spread legs. "I'm worried."
"I can count on one hand how many fights I've lost." He rests his hand on your thigh.
"If you're going to do this fight I want to be there."
He shakes his head, leaning back away from you. "It could get ugly, and I don't want you to see it."
Closing your eyes you take a deep. How could you possibly explain to him that you care so much about him that you'll be worried sick about him?
"I need to be there. I can't just go to work or sit at home and pretend everything is okay." You crawl on to his lap. "I'm begging you, please."
Reaching up he holds your face with both hands. "You need to bring Jeonghan or Mingyu with you."
He leans up, pressing his lips to yours. You don't realize but he cares about you so much, that he can't stand the idea of you being upset with him.
"You can go back out with the boys if you want." You feel guilty he left his friends because you got upset.
"They're just drinking and hanging out. I don't want to do that. I want to lay in bed and hold you."
Crawling off of him, you shimmy out of your shorts you're wearing. You're standing there in just a little thong and an oversized shirt.
"I think you're trying to make me hard." He groans laying down flat.
"It's more comfortable to sleep this way." You flash him a faux innocent smile.
He lets out a heavy sigh before sitting up. "Should I sleep naked?"
"I would prefer you did." You tease him crawling into the side of your bed you find yourself always sleeping on.
He heads off to the bathroom leaving you alone for about five minutes. He comes back dressed only in a pair of tight boxer-briefs that leave little to the imagination.
He crawls into bed next to you. Reaching over he turns off the light. He pulls you close to him. Your head is resting on this chest and he has your leg pulled on top of his stomach. You're as physically close as you can be.
You never feel as relaxed as you are in his arms. It doesn't take long until you're sound asleep curled up against him.
SEVEN: EVERYTHING WAS MIDNIGHT RAIN
It’s hard to watch the fight unfolding in front of you. Jeonghan holds your hand tightly. Johnny is bigger than Junhui and his hits are landing hard. He throws a head right hook to Junhui's jaw. He stumbles back, spitting out blood.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you can’t watch this. The crowd erupts screaming. Opening your eyes just a little you see Johnny on the floor. Junhui is on top of him throwing punches.
Johnny gets a firm kick in, getting Junhui off of him. Junhui stumbles back. Johnny is throwing punches, and kicks nonstop. Junhui is able to block most of them. Johnny gets another firm hit in, splitting open Junhui eyebrow.
Burying yourself into Jeonghan’s side, you squeeze your eyes shut. You care about the man in the mask too much to watch him get this hurt.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Jeonghan says.
You try to block out everything. The cheers get louder, and you hear the noises both the fighters are making. The crowd groans and suddenly erupts.
Pulling away from Jeonghan slowly you find Johnny knocked out on the concrete and Junhui standing tall. Blood is dripping from his eyebrow down his face. Lifting his hand he wipes away the blood. His eyes stay locked on yours.
Your chest aches staring at him. He’s staring at you in the room filled to the brim with people cheering, like it's only you two. The vice grip on your heart, leaves you stuck standing there.
Hao and Soonyoung rush over to Junhui. Soonyoung is working on checking on him while the man running the show hands Minghao a duffel bag. Junhui and the boys walk towards the back. The moment they’re close to you and Jeonghan, Junhui grabs your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours, he squeezes your hand.
Once in the back, Jeonghan locks the door. Junhui takes off his mask. You instantly notice his lip is busted open. You want to work on cleaning him up, but before you can, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
You can feel the eyes of the other three boys burning into you. Closing your eyes, you lean into him. Wrapping your arms around him tightly. You don’t ever want to see him in another fight like that.
“I’m sorry, you had to see that.” He says just loud enough for you to hear.
“I can’t see you get hurt like that again.” Tears brim your eyes. You can’t help but cry. Sniffling back tears, you try to keep yourself together.
He pulls away slowly. He stares at you for a short second. Reaching up he rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb drags across your cheek, pushing away your tears.
“I should get looked at.”
Stepping back, you nod. “Yea. Soonyoung needs to clean up your wounds and doctor you.”
Junhui slowly walks over towards the boy. You stand locked in the same place Junhui left you. Jeonghan walks in over to you. Your eyes are locked on the man you’ve grown to care for, as his friends are inspecting his injuries.
Jeonghan stands next to you. He nudges your side, catching your “Do you love him?” He asks, just loud enough for you to hear.
“I think so. I think there is something in the universe that pulled us to each other. Before him, there was a part of me that always felt like it was missing. He makes me feel whole.”
“It seems like he loves you.”
“I’m bad luck, and I’m so scared he's going to get hurt because of me.”
“He won’t get hurt because of you. Let him protect you, and take care of you.” Jeonghan nudges your side again.
You finally look away from Junhui. “What if he doesn’t like who I am? What if he finds out about my job, and it’s too much for him?” Everything you’ve done at work that you’re not proud of, was so you could survive. You never planned on taking your clothes off for money, but sometimes you have to so you can survive.
“He’s not going to judge you. I know him, he’s a really good guy and he cares about you. He’s not going to care that you strip every so often.”
Junhui slowly stands up. Minghao hands him another mask. As soon as you all walk out of the back door, you don’t want people to fully see his face.
He puts on the mask and glances over at you. He walks over to you and laces his fingers with yours. Being close to him feels natural.
Walking out of the crowded warehouse. Soonyoung helps clear a path. Stopping at the entrance you see it’s now raining.
“Can I come to your place, to take care of you?” You don’t want to be alone tonight. You’re just going to stay awake all night worrying about him.
“Yeah of course.”
Jeonghan and Soonyoung say goodnight, before running to their cars. Junhui leads you through the rain towards Minghao’s car.
The ride to the boy’s apartment wasn’t too long. Minghao walks behind as Junhui slowly makes his way upstairs. Once inside, Junhui heads off to his room. Before you can follow, Minghao grabs your wrist stopping you.
“Hey?”
“Yeah?”
“He doesn’t do this with other women. I know you seem kind of guarded, and I want you to know he’s not some player or something. He’s pretty guarded himself, and only let you in because he cares about you.”
“I care about him too.”
“I know.” Minghao releases your wrist. “Take care of him tonight.”
“I will.”
You head off towards Junhui’s room. Slowly pushing the door open. He’s nowhere to be seen. You look by his hamper and find his clothes he was just wearing. The door that leads to the bathroom is cracked, and you can hear the water running.
Pushing the door open you see the curtain is pulled shut. “Jun?”
“Yeah, bunny?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, you can join me if you would like.”
Walking in you shut the door fully. Without even thinking you start stripping away your clothes. Being naked in front of people isn't anything new for you, but the idea of him seeing you naked for the first time feels intimate.
Pulling back the curtain, you slide the door open. You step into the shower carefully. Your eyes instantly lock onto his beautiful body that is drenched. His ribs are already painted with water colored bruises, blooming on his skin. His lip is slowly healing. He turns around letting the water rinse away his shampoo.
You could spend hours admiring all the details of his beautiful body. Your eyes can’t help but wander down to his large cock, which is resting between his legs.
“You’re beautiful.” You say.
He gives you a gentle smile. “You’re breathtaking.”
He steps out from the water and holds his hand out. You reach out, taking his hand. Stepping under the hot water, your body instantly starts to relax.
“You know we’ve only ever kissed and now I’m naked in the shower with you.” You try to make light of the situation.
“I’m sorry.” He leans in close, while the water is pouring down on both of you.
“Don’t be sorry.” You want anything and everything this man will possibly give you.
His large hand rests on your cheek. He leans in even closer so his nose is bumping yours. His lips just barely brush yours as he takes a deep breath. Your lips part, as you’re dying to say something. Silent pleads sit on your tongue.
“Jun—“
“Let me take a moment to enjoy this.”
“Kiss me or I might drop dead.”
The softest laugh passes his lips. Everything melts away as his lips crash into yours. Your fingers tangle in his wet hair, holding him close to you.
He pulls back slightly, just giving you each a moment to breathe.
“Are you hurting?” You know he’s in pain after that terrible fight.
“A little but, I want to be close to you. I want to kiss you, just like I do in every lifetime.”
“Lifetime?” You have no clue what he’s talking about.
“I was made in every lifetime for you.” He rambles before crashing his lips into yours again.
He moves your both, so your back is pressed up against the cold white tile. Your lips move together like you need each other to breathe. Junhui is the air in your oxygen deprived lungs. He moves from kissing your lips, across your jaw, and down your delicate neck.
Echoing moans pass your lips as he finds the sensitive spot on the side of your neck. “Jun—“
He kisses the tops of each of your breasts. Mindlessly reach between your two bodies. You find his hardening cock against your stomach.
“Can I?” You ask.
“Please.”
His lips travel back to yours. The way your lips move together is intoxicating. You focus on pumping his length at a steady pace. He groans into mouth as you continue to kiss. One of his hands is on your breast, squeezing it. His thumb teases your nipple, reaching moans from you.
“Fuck—“ he whispers against your lips.
“You feel good.” You whisper.
“I’m going to cum.” You take this as your sign to pick up the pace.
His nose rests against yours. His lips part, and soft moans and groans pour out. His breathing is heavy, and his eyes closed.
“Fuck—“ He paints your hand and stomach with his milky white release.
You pull back and smile at the sight of him. He looks heavenly in his post orgasmic bliss.
You step back under the water rinsing off your hand and stomach. Junhui moves so he’s leaning against the wall. His eyes slowly open, he looks at you in a haze.
“Baby, come here.” He reaches for you. “Let me take care of you.”
“Later, right now I’m taking care of you.”
He steps back towards the water again. He presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “I can make you cum.”
“You don’t need to. Let’s finish up and go to bed.”
Getting out of the shower you both take your time drying off. Neither of you bother putting on clothes. You crawl into his bed. You’re laying on your side with Junhui curled up behind you, holding you close. Nothing is said as he presses kisses to your bare shoulder.
“Jun?”
“Yeah, baby?” You love when he calls you baby.
“What do you mean, you were made for me in every lifetime?” You aren’t sure if he was just rambling on if what he said actually meant something.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy.”
“Jun, I feel things for you I can’t explain. I don’t think you’ll say anything I think is crazy.”
“I’ve lived so many lifetimes , they all just feel like recurring dreams.” He pauses for a moment. “But in every single lifetime, I have you. We’ve had many different names, but in every single one we look the same. I find you in every single one of those lives, and I always love you. In every life I protect, I'm the protector Bes, and in every lifetime I protect you.” You should run away and tell him he’s crazy, but you know deep down this is true. You’ve had dreams of him, long before you met him. You know deep down inside you’ve lived many life times together.
“I believe you.”
He presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “That’s why we’re drawn to each other.”
“It makes sense.” You let out a yawn. It’s been a long day and you can barely hold your eyes open.
“Let’s get some sleep.” He says softly.
It doesn’t take long before you both fall asleep curled up with the echoing sounds of the rain outside.
EIGHT: ALL THE PAIN AND FEAR
Nights like this are the worst. You went into work telling yourself you would just work as a waitress. That the tips and pay from that alone would get you in the clear for a few weeks. You didn't expect your boss to ask if you wanted to get on stage.
Sitting in the back Jeonghan comes over and sits down next to you. He places soda down in front of you.
Glancing up at him, you find him giving you a sympathetic smile.
"You don't have to get up there if you don't want to."
"I know. I'm worried about what Jun will think." Before him you didn't really worry about what someone would think about you getting on that stage.
"I promise you, he won't care."
"What if he looks at me differently?" You grab the lemon lime soda he placed in front of you.
"Neither me or Mingyu looked at you differently when you started doing it. Jun won't care. You just need to be honest with him."
A heavy sigh passes your lips. You bring the ice cold glass to your lips and take a drink or the crisp soda.
"If you don't want to do it, you can always say no. Woojin is an asshole but I doubt he would make you get on stage if you don't want to."
Jeonghan stands up and pats your back. "Whatever you want to do I support you."
You finish drinking your soda and decide you're just going to do it. You've never felt shameful for being a stripper and you know deep down inside Junhui won't care.
One dance that's all you'll do, and then you'll be a waitress the rest of the night.
Heading off to the room the dancer get ready in, you go to your locker where you store things for nights like tonight.
You're dressed in a tiny white lace set that leaves little to the imagination. Putting on your heels you go over to the DJ and let him know what song you want him to play.
Standing on the side stage you take slow deep breaths trying to calm down. The beat to the song "Do I Wanna Know" by the Arctic Monkeys starts to play. The DJ says your stage name as you walk onto the stage.
Being on stage feels like a blur. Leaning against the cold pole you sway your body to the beat of the music. Reaching for the front clasps on your bra, you disconnect it and let the white lace fall to the floor.
Looking around you just see the bright light and the money hitting the stage.
Grabbing the pole, you walk around it just dressed in your tiny white thong. Stepping out of it, you leave yourself standing there fully naked. You dance around a little as the song comes to a close. Walking off the stage you grab a robe that you left on the hook.
Tying the robe up you walk back to the dancers room. You don't want to sit back here and think about what just happened. You just quickly put on a tiny white dress, not bothering to wear a bra and another thong. You know you could make more money in tips if you're dressed like this. You switch to a pair of chunk white boots that have a heel and a platform that are comfortable.
Walking back onto the floor you let your manager know you're going to wait tables. You see your first table and head over to the bar where Jeonghan is.
"How are you feeling?" He asks as he starts making your drinks for table seven.
"Fine. I just made my rent on stage."
"You don't sound fine." He responds as he cleans a glass.
"Jun is fighting tonight and I'm always on edge when I'm not there to make sure he's safe."
"That's understandable. Did you want me to drop you off at Jun's tonight?" He sets the glass down on the counter.
"Yes please."
You go back to taking drink orders and waiting tables. You've got maybe two hours left at work and instead of fully waiting tables, you're running out drinks for Jeonghan.
You're on the far side of the club, out of view of Jeonghan or Mingyu. You've just brought a large tray of shots to a group of men dressed in suits.
Turning around you feel sick instantly. Dae locks eyes on you immediately. He finds you walking around near the stage. You look around hoping Mingyu will show up. Jeonghan has a swarm of people at the bar, so he definitely can't see you.
"Leave me alone." You say firmly as he approaches.
"Baby, don't be like that." He walks up.
Holding your arm out you keep a distance from him. "I'm just trying to talk to you without your little masked fighter being your body guard."
You take a big step back. "Leave!"
"Why won't you talk to me anymore?" He takes another step closer.
"We're broken up. We have been for eight months. Just leave me alone."
He barks out a laugh. "Does your little fighter Bes know about you getting up on that stage?"
You don't respond, you just stare at him.
"I'm shocked you're here and not watching your new man's fight tonight. I heard Sung wants revenge." You've heard Minghao and Soonyoung talk about Sung. He's the first guy you ever saw Junhui fight. He's a big strong guy with ties to Dae's gang.
"Shut up."
"I wonder if Sung and everyone else knows that your sweet Junhui is good at fighting." The moment he mentions Junhui’s name, ice runs through your veins.
Without thinking you shove him away from you. "Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about."
He lets out another laugh. "Oh it seems I've hit a nerve."
Before anything else can be said Jeonghan and Mingyu are here. Mingyu grips the back of Dae's shirt, pulling him away from you.
"What your little fighter can't help you, you still need Jeonghan and this goon." He pushes his elbow back towards Mingyu.
Jeonghan pulls you back a little. Dae rolls his eyes and laughs. "I think your boy Junhui should be worried that you're fucking Jeonghan." You and Jeonghan have never done anything sexual together. Dae has always and will always be jealous of your friendship with him.
Mingyu tightens his grip pulling him back more. "Dude, shut the fuck up. You have no clue what you're talking about."
"I hope you said goodbye to your man before you came to work."
"What?"
"Turns out Sung and the boys brought a gun to the fight. It looks like no one is a fan of the masked fighter, Bes." Your stomach instantly drops.
Dae lifts his wrist looking at the time. "I would say things have probably already kicked off. Maybe if you leave now you can say goodbye."
Bile crawls up your throat. The room feels like it's spinning. Stepping forward you slap Dae.
"Good luck, baby." He laughs.
Mingyu pulls him into a chokehold pulling him back.
Without thinking Jeonghan grabs your hand. He drags you through the crowded club. He stops at the bar where your manager Woojin is. He says you're having an emergency. Hand in hand you sprint out of the club together. The concrete is wet from the rain that just ended.
Jeonghan drags you to his car. You both hop in and he drives, breaking too many laws, to get you to the warehouse quickly.
Parking, you hop out and see chaos is already unfolding. Jeonghan looks around frantically.
The sound of the gun shot ringing out echoed outside.
"Fuck." Jeonghan says.
Immediately people start sprinting outside. Another gun shot rings out. Then everything suddenly starts happening too quickly. Jeonghan runs towards the door and luckily sees no one has been shot.
You see Minghao looking terrified with blood on his hands. You sprint towards him.
"What happened?"
With wild eyes Minghao grabs your shoulder. "One of Sung's guys shot Chan."
"How bad is it?"
"It grazed him."
Another group of people rush out. You look inside to see Junhui has Sung pinned to the ground with Soonyoung helping. Jeonghan rushes inside to help Chan.
You follow Minghao inside, you desperately want to get to Junhui.
"Oh my god." Your voice immediately catches Junhui's attention.
You look at Sung and see he's definitely been knocked unconscious. Junhui jumps up and pulls you into his chest. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you both know he needs to keep his mask on.
"We need to get Chan out of here." Jeonghan says.
Chan lets out a groan as Jeonghan and Minghao help him stand up.
Soonyoung stands up and follows behind everyone as you head outside. The boys take Chan towards Jeonghan's car that's parked in the alley behind the warehouse.
Junhui stops and pulls you into another hug. When the first gun shot rang out he was terrified he would never see you again.
You walk towards the alley with him holding your hand. As you get to the entrance you see an expensive looking mustang driving toward you.
Everything moves in slow motion as the head lights get closer and closer.
Junhui moves your body like a force of nature. He shoves you hard and quick, getting you out of the way of the car bearing towards you. You hit the concrete wall with a thud.
He throws himself the other way attempting to save himself. You're just far enough away from the boys that they can't see what is happening.
Everything aches as you hit the hard concrete. Closing your eyes, you feel disoriented.
The car speeds off after clearly missing their target.
“Baby,” he shouts, pushing himself off the cold concrete. His attempts to save you from the car, left him on the cold hard ground. His heart sinks, seeing you laying on the wet asphalt. God he hopes he didn't hurt you, trying to save you.
Frantically he runs to you, praying to any god that you're okay. Being thrown against the wall, left your ears ringing. You held your ears feeling dazed. Slowly you sit up groaning in pain from the impact. He pulls up to your feet and presses you against the brick wall, his hands reached up to hold your face. His eyes are wild as he studies you.
Opening your mouth to speak nothing comes out as you stare at him. His breathing is rough just like yours. The car that tried to hit you, is long gone. You know exactly why they tried to run you off the road.
He releases your face, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. He's still wearing his gear from the fight. His face is still partially covered by his mask.
Glove covered hands roam your soft body. No one’s touch had ever felt quite like this. It wasn’t soft by any means but it was sensual without trying. With your body pressed against the cold brick wall you mind drifts to places it shouldn’t go. Junhui has never touched you like this. He's touching you as if he's trying to make sure you're real.
All that could be heard was heavy breathing between the two of you and the sound of passing cars below.
Your breathing is shallow as you’re focused on Junhui’s eyes.
You're in an alley in the dark side of the city. You had left work in a hurry dressed in nothing but a tiny dress and he was in his outfit he fought in.
It felt wrong because of what had just happened, but you had never been so turned on in your life.
“Jun—,” as you went to speak, he places his hand over mouth, silencing you.
Leaning forward with his lips brushing your ear he whispers, "you can’t say my name out loud right now.”
Slowly he removes his hand.“Okay.”
“Are you okay,” his hands went from your mouth to gently gliding down your throat.
“I’m fine. Maybe a little bruised up,” reaching out you rest your hand on his chest.
“Your pulse is racing,” he rasps.
“I’m on edge.” You're absolutely rattled, after someone clearly tried to kill you, by running you over.
“We need to get you back to my place,” he reaches down and takes your hand.
“What about my place?” Your apartment is way closer and you don't know if you could make it to his place.
“We can go there,” his hand rests in the crook of your neck.
Holding your hand he leads you into the alley where the boys are standing by their cars looking at Chan's wound. It looks like the bullet grazed his arm. They had no clue what just happened.
"We need to go to the hospital." Soonyoung says.
"You guys take Chan, I'm going to take the car and get bunny home safe."
Jeonghan puts his hand on his shoulder. "Please take care of her."
NINE: I BEG FOR YOU, AND EVERYTHING WE COULD BE
You're about ten minutes away from your apartment. He parks his car and leans over and presses his lips to your cheek for a soft kiss.
"In case Dae has people waiting for you outside, maybe we should take the fire escape."
"Good idea."
Arriving at the bottom of your apartment where the fire escape is, leads up to your second story apartment. You climb up the ladder well aware you're barely covered by your dress and tiny thong you're wearing underneath it. You left work in a rush and didn't have time to change into anything else. You're basically in nothing but a skin tight dress that leaves very little to the imagination. Luckily Junhui is a gentleman and wouldn't intentionally try to get an eyeful as you climbed up the ladder.
Climbing through the window into your apartment you help Junhui crawl in behind you. You shut the window quickly and lock it. You proceed to pull the blinds closed and turn to Junhui who's standing by your couch taking deep breaths.
“Are you okay?” You asks, walking towards him quickly.
He reaches up and slowly removed his mask. His black eye already coming in and his cheek is split.
Wide eyes lock on him as he works on taking his outfit off slowly. Low groans pass his lips as he works to strip away his clothes. He had taken quite a beating, tonight was clearly a set up. Sung had every intention of killing Junhui and taking you out after. Dae clearly knew what to say to get you to rush to Junhui. His hands grips the back of the couch as he walks around to sit down.
“I’m going to get my first aid kit.” You say.
The gash on his chest is pretty deep and you know you need to clean it. You hurry off to your bathroom and grab the first aid kit that's under the sink. Walking back into the living room you remove your shoes and walk over, sitting on the couch next to Junhui. His eyes are closed as he takes deep breaths.
“I thought you were dead,” you whisper.
“You don’t have to worry about me." He groans.
“It’s a little hard when I hear that you’ve been shot at the warehouse.”
With a peroxide cover cotton ball you gently cleaned the gash on his chest. His eyes are still closed tight as he groans. Gently you clean his wound, you're trying your hardest to make sure you don't hurt him anymore then he already is.
“Thank you for saving me,” you whisper, pulling away the cotton pad from his skin.
His black eyes open and a crooked smile formed on his beautiful face, “I don’t think you realize I will literally do anything to keep you safe.”
You go to move your hand away, and he reaches out, grabbing your wrist. His thumb gently rubs the underside, where your skin is more sensitive. Your eyes stay locked on him, as he touches you gently. You want to tell Junhui how much he means to you, but your brain doesn't seem to know what to say. Reaching up he takes the blood soaked cotton pad from your hand and placed it on top of the coffee table. He releases your wrist. He reaches down and places his hands on your soft hips. He moves your body as if you weighed nothing, and tugs you onto his lap. He's dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs as you straddle his thighs. You're only wearing a thin small dress that doesn't cover your body very much. You look like a stripper. The amount of make up that's cake on your skin doesn't help the look. His thumb rubs your hip, as the other hand rests on the side of your neck. His lips part as he takes slow breaths. One of your hands rests on his cheek while the other rests on your own thigh, holding down the short dress.
You lean forward resting your nose against his. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest and you know Junhui is aware of that.
“I love the way you smell, your skin always has this soft scent of vanilla,” he inhales.
Taking a slow breath you smile with your nose still resting against his.
His hand that's been resting on your hip crawls up your soft stomach, resting on the underside of your breast. His thumb grazed against the fabric of where your bra would have been if you were wearing one. Pulling his face away from you, he leans his head back and takes a breath. You could feel that he's growing harder beneath you.
“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” He rasps leaning his head back up.
“Let’s not talk about that,” you whisper, praying that you weren’t going to have this conversation. He doesn't need to know that you get more money from tips if you aren't wearing one, or if you wear just a thin bralette.
"You don’t have to keep all these walls up around me." He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I meant it when I told you, I want you. I don't care about your past, or the part that you think you need to hide. I want to be with you and to protect you." He leaves out the part where he wants to tell you, that in every lifetime he's loved you, and in every lifetime he's had to protect you from evil.
“There’s some things I don’t want you to know about me,” you whisper.
“Okay.”
You know it isn't okay, but he isn't going to press you for more information.
“I was so worried about you, I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt,” his voice is shaky.
“I’m okay Jun." Your lips are so close to his.
He must have read your mind, because he leans forward and connects his lips to your. His hand is still resting on your neck. You move your hand from your thigh and rests it on his cheek. Instinctively you roll your hips as your lips move together.
His lips move from your mouth, and he slowly start to kiss his way down your jaw. Holding your eyes close you take in his touch. His hand that's resting on your neck moves to the thin spaghetti strap of your dress.
With his lips ghosting your skin he asks, “can I?”
“Yes,” your tone is needy.
His hand that's resting on the underside of your breast moves up as he pushes down both the straps on your dress. He pushes the fabric down your skin, leaving you completely bare from the waist up. You stare at him, wide eyed as his calloused hands move up to massage your breast. His fingers rolled your nipples. Your lips are parted as you take deep a breath enjoying the feeling of his touch.
“Is this alright?” He asks.
“Yes it is,” you try to keep your tone even.
“I won't let anything like tonight ever happen again,” he leans forward and presses his lips to the side of your mouth.
His lips move against yours, as you slowly roll your hips against his growing length. Your lips move together, as if you need each other to breathe. If someone told Junhui he couldn't exist without you, he wouldn't even second guess them. Kissing you is like a breath of fresh air. You're oxygen in his air deprived lungs. Your hands move up resting on his chest. With his lips ghosting yours he whispers, "I need you.”
“Jun." You hold his face in your hands and pull away from him. "I'm so scared I'll ruin things between us. I'm bad luck, everything always falls apart because of me. I don't want to say something that will ruin things between us."
“Nothing you say will ruin anything between us. I want you, I don't mean I just want to have sex with you. I want to be the person you can lean on. I want to be the person who can take care of you. Baby just let me in." He's never sounded this desperate speaking to you before.
“Junhui I’m begging you just drop it right now,” your own voice is desperate.
“Okay.”
Your lips crash against his as your hips roll against his. Your hands move to the bottom of your dress and push it up so it's resting above your hips. Leaving you practically bare below, except for your tiny white thong. You lift your hips slightly, and pull your thong to the side.
"Please touch me."
His lips move to your neck, leaving wet kisses and gentle nips. His lips ghosts your skin and he whispers, "Are you wet for me?"
“Yes,” you rasps as his finger slide into your core.
You gasped as his fingers did slow circles on your sensitive nub. His lips never left your neck. His touch sent a shiver down your spine in the best way possible.
“I need more,” you moan.
Junhui removes his hands from your core. “Sit up a little bit,” he rasps, removing his lips from your skin.
You sit up as he pushes his boxers down his thighs enough to free his erection. Your eyes stayed locked in his face. He has a look of concentration playing across it. His hands grip your soft thigh bringing you back to a resting position on his thighs.
You sit up just enough to line yourself up with his cock. Slowly you sink down on to his length, gasping as you bottom out. Your hands rests on his chest. You stay still for a moment adjusting to his size. You haven't had sex in a while and your body is tense.
His hand rises up to rest gently on your throat, never in your life have you wanted someone to place even the slightest amount of pressure there. Leaning forward you rest your nose against his. Your breathing is uneven. His eyes are closed as his hand still rests on your throat, his thumb gently glides across your skin. All the oxygen seems to be sucked out of the room, and you need each other to breathe. Your ears are still ringing from being thrown against the wall. In this moment the only thing you can hear is yours and Junhui’s breathing.
Slowly your hips moved up. You start to move slowly up and down his length. The only other sounds passing your lips are pants and soft moans. You have never had sex in your life, that feels nearly as intimate as what is unfolding between you and Junhui. Your hands grip his shoulders as you continue to ride him. He's touching anywhere he possibly can, his hand travels from your throat down to your soft hips. He helps guide you as he moves you up and down his length.
The coil in your stomach tightens, with each drag of his cock. His length curves just the right way. With each thrust he touches that spongy spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
Gasping you lean forward, resting your head against his shoulder. Your lips gently nip at his shoulder. You know you're probably going to leave a mark reminding you both of what had happened between you on your couch.
With each thrust your stomach tightens. Leaning up you press your lips to his for a hungry kiss. He knows you're close by, your needy whimpers. Reaching between you, he toys with your sensitive clit.
With your lips ghosting his you moan his name, as he pushes you over the edge. Your walls flutter around his length; it didn't take too long for him to hit his high and spill inside you. Your body stops moving, you stay completely still sitting on his lap. Your forehead is resting against his as you both your breathing is uneven. His hand moves up, gently resting on your cheek. He places a wet kiss on your lips.
“You should probably take a shower." Your voice is shaky. He pulls away from you slowly.
“Will you join me?” He asks.
“Of course.”
You slowly crawl off his lap with wobbly legs and take his hands as he stands up. You lead him down towards the bathroom door that was next to your bedroom door.
TEN: FATED LOVERS
Laying in bed, your head rests on Junhui’s chest. His calloused hand rubs your back slowly. It was almost five in the morning and neither of you had been able to sleep at all. Your eyes were closed as you tried to take in his closeness. Not even two hours ago you thought Junhui was dead and now you were in bed naked with him.
"Can you promise me, I won't scare you off if I let my walls down?"
"Nothing you say could scare me." He leans down pressing his lips to the top of your head.
"I'm not just a waitress—" you pause. Outside of Jeonghan and Mingyu you don't really share the other side with people. "I also am a stripper when money is tight."
"Baby, that's fine. I fight people for money. You got to do what you got to do to survive."
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you."
"Baby, it's okay. That doesn't change the fact that I love you." These final three words make your chest feel as if it's being squeezed.
"I love you too." You don't think you have ever loved anyone like you love him.
"I'm never going to let anything like tonight ever happen again."
"Okay."
"We should get some sleep."
"Yeah. Can you stay here when we wake up?"
He nods his head. "Of course."
Before long you both fall asleep. You dream of each other just like you always do. It's almost noon when you both wake up.
You take your time making you both lunch as Junhui sits at the table watching you move around the kitchen. Finding you in every lifetime gives his life meaning. Now that he's found you can't wait to spend the rest of this life with you.
After lunch Soonyoung calls and lets you both know that Chan is fine and he's home safe. Luckily the bullet just grazed him. He also informs you that Sung and a bunch of his gang were arrested. You aren't sure if Dae was arrested but you hope he was.
When nightfall comes around you and Junhui pack you an overnight bag and you head back to his place.
Junhui says now that he has you, he can't bear to sleep alone.
Standing in his shower he's taking his time scrubbing shampoo into your hair. He's using this time to take care of you. The moment you rinse your hair you work on washing his still very bruised body. Any chance he gets, he's leaning down to steal a kiss.
"I love you." He says between kisses.
"I love you too."
"I've loved you in every lifetime, and I'll love you in every single one that comes next." He means it. He's lived so many lifetimes as a protector and hopes he finds you in every single one.
˙⋆✮ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: radio host! vernon chwe x night nurse!f.reader
you two share a lot in common. you’re next door neighbors, you’re both night owls, you both have nonexistent romantic lives, and you both also have a crush on each other without the other knowing. you spend your nights in the emergency room, and he spends his nights hosting a radio show. you find comfort in the chaos of your job by listening to your neighbors radio show. things between you start to change after another long night at work.
˙⋆✮ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, neighbors to lover, smut
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): non-idol
˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, smut, lover boy vernon, they’re both a little awkward
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: protected p in v, big dick vernon, couch sex, riding, fingering, oral (fem rec), face riding, they’re both kinda desperate, lots of making out, nipple play, hair pulling (him rec) Nicknames: baby (hers)
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: this was written for First Time Caller ☎️ collab, hosted by @studiosvt. thank you @haologram for helping me with so many things from naming this, to figuring out the plot and giving me tips on working on my banner. Thank you @thestraybunny and @supi-wupi for beta reading.
🎧: 12:34 - the band camino | headlights - in color | DOA - armors | see you later - the band camino
FROM AN EARLY BIRD TO A NIGHT OWL
There used to be a time when you weren't a night owl. You used to love waking up early and enjoying a cup of coffee while the morning air was still fresh. You probably would still be an early bird if the hospital didn't switch you to the night shift in the emergency room.
Your once peaceful nights have turned into chaos filled nights in the ER. There is one thing you've found that helps relax you. Anytime you’re in the nurses station, you listen quietly to 171.3 SVT fm. The middle of the night DJ is your fave. There is something about his voice you've grown fond of.
LATE NIGHT NEIGHBORS
Sitting in the nurse's station taking a break, there is finally a lull. It's four in the morning and you only have two hours left. You're munching on some chips. You have your headphones in one ear. You're listening to your favorite radio station.
Luckily it's a segment where the DJ is talking. You could listen to Vernon ramble on about anything. His voice is so smooth, anything he talks about sounds interesting.
"Tonight on 171.3 the after midnight hours were playing some of my favorite songs." Closing your eyes you listen to his voice. You're well aware your favorite dj lives next door to you. Many of your friends know about your unrequited crush on your neighbor. "This song is called Fronting."
Someone grabs your shoulder, startling you. Whipping your head to the side you see Minghao standing next to you, trying not to laugh.
"Are you that distracted by radio boy, that you didn't hear me?"
Putting your headphones away quickly, you stand up and smooth out your scrubs. "I was just zoning out. It's calm at the moment so I decided to take a break."
Minghao lets out a little laugh, leaning against the wall. "You can just admit you have a crush. I promise I won't tell your neighbor."
Minghao is one of your closest friends. You met back in nursing school, and immediately became friends. He knows all about your infatuation with your neighbor. Since becoming a nurse, your dating life has been basically nonexistent. Hell you don't ever really mention having interest in anyone. The second you showed signs of having a crush on the Vernon, the boy Minghao lovingly calls "Radio Boy", he immediately started teasing you.
"We have two hours left and we're home free." Minghao says before taking a sip of his coffee.
"You two are needed in room twenty two." The charge nurse says.
"Aye aye capitan." Minghao salutes.
-
As soon as your shift ends you're sitting at your locker. Minghao is searching through his bag. You've put in your headphone in one ear so you can listen to the last few minutes of Vernon's radio show.
Heading out of the hospital Minghao heads with you to the train station. You both live near the same station. You keep your air bud firmly in your ear listening to Vernon talk about the last artist he played for the final song.
Luckily the train arrives as soon as you get to the platform. Your train ride is maybe thirty minutes. The hospital is only a handful of stops from the station near you.
Vernon's show is over and you're now just listening to a playlist that you like. You and Minghao are sitting next to each other. He's busy scrolling through his phone. It looks like he's reading messages from a girl he's been casually seeing.
"Did you hear about Dr. Choi?" He asks.
You take your air bud out and put it back in the container. "Is this about him and the new front desk girl?" Dr. Choi is extremely good looking and lots of the nurses always talk about him.
"Yes. Mingyu was telling me that Dr. Choi asked her out." Minghao somehow always knows all the latest gossip going on in the. hospital.
"Of course Mingyu was gossiping with you."
The train is about to arrive at your stop. You both stand up, and move towards the door. Walking out of the station, you're greeted to the sun starting to rise. It's six in the morning and the sky is a shades of orange and pink.
"I can't wait to nap." Minghao stretches his arms above his head a little.
"I just want to eat something before I even think about sleeping."
"I'll see you at six." Minghao waves and then heads in the other direction.
The walk to your apartment is only a couple minutes. Walking into your building you head for the elevator. You press the button and wait.
You hear footsteps behind you. Glancing over you see your crush (and favorite radio host) walk up. Vernon is standing there looking good. He's wearing in a pair of jeans, and a baggy shirt. Glancing down you see his red converse.
"Morning neighbor." He says.
"Morning."
"I see you're a fellow night owl." The doors open, and you both set inside he elevator. Vernon quickly hits the thirteenth floor. Vernon leans against the railing. You notice he's holding a take out bag from breakfast spot that's below your apartment building.
"The night shift at the hospital is the reason I'm a night owl."
"Your job is more thrilling than mine." He tilts his head looking at you.
"I think being a radio host sounds fun."
"I don't know, being an er nurse is way cooler." You lean back against the wall next to him. "I think it's pretty funny that two next door neighbors both work the night shifts." Maybe it's because you haven't dated in forever, but you can't tell if he's flirting with you.
"It's nice that the man that shares a bedroom wall with me also sleeps the day away."
He bits his bottom lip, holding back a smile. "You won't find me complaining."
The bell rings and the elevator doors slide open. You follow Vernon as he heads down the hallway towards your apartments.
"So are you going straight to bed?" He asks.
"No, I'm going to eat something. After these shifts, I'm always hungry."
He raises up the take out bag. "Well I have an extra breakfast burrito, if you don't mind having breakfast with me." This is a first. You and Vernon haven't ever hung out. Your normal interactions are elevator rides you share a handful of times a week.
"That would be amazing."
"Did you want to come over to my place?" You've never hung out with Vernon before. You've just shared elevator rides with him.
"Yeah."
You follow him to his apartment that’s next to yours. He pulls his keys from his pocket. He pushes open the door, and you follow him inside.
His apartment feels very him. There is a tv sitting on top of a shelf that is clearly made to hold vinyls. There is a table in the corner with a record player.
Vernon slips off his shoes, and drops his bag by the door. You follow his lead and slip off your own shoes. You continue to look around the room. You notice his grey couch, that looks like something a lot of men have in their homes. In front of the couch is a glass top table. On top there is a book on famous bands, and another about the guitars. His rug has a nice pop of color, its subtle pattern with different shades of blue.
"The kitchen is this way." He says catching your attention.
Following him towards the side of the house that doesn't share a wall with your place. His kitchen looks exactly like yours, just with less decorations. He places the bag of food on the table. You take this as your sign to sit down. Taking a seat you watch as he looks around the fridge.
"What would you like to drink?" He asks.
"Water is fine."
Grabbing two bottles, he joins you at the table.
You both sit there silently eating for a few minutes. "How long have you been a nurse?" Vernon asks between bites.
"This is my third year."
He takes another bite of his burrito.
"How long have you been working at the radio station?" You found his station a year and half ago. You're curious if he's worked there for longer.
"A little under two years."
"Your radio show is something I listen to every night at work." The moment you say it, you instantly feel embarrassed.
"You listen to my show?" He raises his brow and gives you a smile.
"Yeah." Your cheeks flush bright red.
You take another bite of your burrito. Vernon can't help but watch you. He's always thought you were cute, and now as you sit across from him blushing he's reminded of just how strong his crush is.
"I like that you listen to my show ."
"Your voice is soothing." Now it's his turn to blush. Who knew the cute nurse that lived next door likes his late night radio show.
"Do you have any songs that you recommend I play?"
"I could give you a few."
You both finish your breakfast and you give Vernon a list of your favorite songs. He gives you his own list, suggesting that they make a good playlist.
Standing at Vernon's door he's standing in front of you. His hands are shoved in his pockets as he watches you carefully.
"This was really nice. Maybe we could hang out more and get to know each other." Suddenly butterflies are fluttering in your stomach. It sounds like Vernon is asking you out. That's maybe because he is, he's trying his hardest to be nonchalant, and not be awkward.
"I would like that." You're trying to play it coy.
"Maybe I'll see you again soon Ms. night owl."
"Maybe you will, Mr. radio host."
Walking out the door, you can't help but smile. The butterflies are still fluttering, and your cheeks feel as warm as the sun. Walking into your apartment, you lean against the door.
You let out a sigh and close your eyes. You feel like a giddy school girl, whose crush finally noticed them.
LATE NIGHTS THINKING ABOUT YOU.
Sitting in the break room your headphone is snuggly placed in one ear. You're scrolling through your phone while listening to Vernon's radio show. You're finally getting a proper lunch. Your last few patients have left you absolutely exhausted.
Vernon hasn't spoken in a few songs, he's been playing some songs he's mentioned being his favorite. You can't help but smile, realizing that almost all of them have been songs that you mentioned to him that you love. It feels as if he's dedicated his show tonight to you.
Minghao sits down across from you. Raising his eyebrow he slides you a cup of coffee. You take out headphone.
"Do you mind taking your break with me, or do you prefer listening to your radio boyfriend?" There isn't a single day Minghao doesn't tease you about your crush on Vernon.
"Feel free to join me." You take your other earphones out.
He opens a cup of fruit. He carefully takes a piece of pineapple before taking a bite. You silently watch him, knowing that he's definitely going to have something to say to you.
"Were you listening to your radio boy?" And there it is. He's not going to miss an opportunity to bring up Vernon.
"Yes. He was playing songs I told him about." You try not to blush thinking about this.
Minghao raises his brows. "Oh, radio boy took song recommendations from you?"
"Yea." You reach across the table and steal a slice of strawberry from his fruit cup.
"That's interesting." He knits his brows at you. He stabs another piece of pineapple.
"What do you mean?"
"It sounds like radio boy is flirting with you." Minghao says smoothly as he pushes the cup of fruit towards you.
"It kinda felt like he was when we hung out yesterday after work."
Minghao's eyes immediately go wide. "You hung out with him?"
"Yeah after our last shift. We bumped into each other in the elevator and he asked if I wanted to come over to his place for breakfast."
"My sweet beloved oblivious friend, Vernon is flirting with you."
You hope he's right and that Vernon is actually flirting with you. It felt like he was last night, but you weren't sure if you're reading too much into it.
-
Being at the radio station feels like home to Vernon. Since he’s started working here. He absolutely loves hosting his own radio show. Vernon had one idea for his show tonight, and that was he was going to play the bands you mentioned to him. This is his not so subtle way of dedicating his show to you. It's been so long since Vernon has been interested in someone. Most of his relationships in the last couple of years have just been sexual, but there is something about you that makes him want more. In his eyes you're the perfect girl.
You're sweet, beautiful and funny. He loves the fact that you’re a nurse, and you clearly care about people. He likes the fact that you seem to be a little awkward, he thinks it's charming.
He started playing a song he remembers you mentioning. He takes off his headphones and looks across the studio to see Seungkwan watching him.
"These aren't the usual bands you play." Seungkwan says walking closer to desk.
Vernon shrugs, and leans back. "I had a friend recommend these bands." He can't help but smile.
Seungkwan sits down at the guest host chair across from Vernon. "A friend?" He raises his brow.
"Yeah a friend."
"Is this supposed friend your neighbor, the one you have a crush on?" Seungkwan knows all about you. After hearing Vernon talk about his cute night nurse neighbor for months, he's well aware his coworker/best friend is down bad.
"Possibly." Vernon doesn't even bother denying he's got a crush. He has no problem with anyone knowing that he likes you. He's just oddly nervous you'll find out.
"Is she listening?"
Vernon takes a slow deep breath. He knows you listen while you're at work on your break, and when you get a few moments to yourself, but he doesn't know when you're actually able to listen.
"I hope so."
Seungkwan grabs a set of headphones and puts them on. He gives Vernon a cheesy smile. "Your song is ending, maybe mention when you talk that a special someone recommended this band."
Vernon puts his headphone back over his ear. The song wraps up and he turns his mic back on.
"That was 12:34 by The Band Camino. A special someone recommended this band, and it's safe to say they are officially on my playlist. Night owls were in the final half out of our late night hang out. To end the night, here are some other songs recommended by that special someone."
Seungkwan is trying his hardest not to smile. Vernon rolls his eyes and lifts his headphone off his ear again. He clicks his mic off quickly.
"You can tease me all you want. I'm aware I'm down bad for my neighbor."
EARLY MORNING CONVERSATIONS
Walking into the lobby you see the man you were hoping to see. Vernon is standing in front of the elevator. You immediately notice he pressed the button. You walk towards and nudge him the moment you stand next to him.
"Hi there, neighbor."
"Howdy, miss night nurse." He reaches out pressing the button on the elevator.
"Fancy meeting you here."
The doors open and Vernon holds out his hand. You walk in first and he follows right behind you. He quickly press your floor.
"How was your night?" He leans up against the railing.
"Long, how about yours?"
"It was pretty good. Did you listen to my show?"
You take a step towards him, leaning against the railing next to him. You want to play it cool. You don't need him to know that you were practically giddy at work, about the fact he basically only played songs and bands you mentioned.
You shrug your shoulders and smile. "I listened to it."
"Did you hear the songs played, were just for you?" He gives you a grin.
"I did. I heard you say a special someone recommended those bands."
He lets out a soft laugh. "You have good taste in music."
Looking down your cheeks burn. This once again feels like you're both flirting. It's time to be confident and just fully flirt back.
"That's a massive compliment coming from you." You look back up at him, and smile.
"Is that because I'm a radio host?"
"No, it's because you have good taste."
"I have good taste?"
"I think so. So you think I'm a special someone?"
The elevator doors slide open. You step away from him, as he follows right behind you.
"I like to think so."
Suddenly the hallway feels so small. Part of you wishes it was smaller so you could be closer to him.
Silently you both walk down the hallway together. Vernon is walking close by you. Every couple of steps, your hands brush against each other. You don't want to just go into your apartment and go to bed. You want to spend time with him.
You stop in front of both of your apartments. "You know I just worked a full shift, and I'm not tired."
He leans against his door. He gives you a crooked smile. "Me neither. I don't know, did you maybe want to hang out?"
"Sure."
Vernon pushes himself off the door. Reaching into his pocket he fishes out his key. Opening the door he steps inside, and holds it open. You both kick off your shoes.
Heading over to the couch you sit down, and he sits down right next to you. Your thighs are touching. Vernon turns on the tv, that's sitting on a stand under the window. He has the curtains open, so you can see the sun starting to rise. The sky is painted beautiful cotton candy shades of orange and pink.
Picking up the remote he turns on a random drama that's playing. "Do you mind if we watch this?" He's crazy if he thinks you can actually focus on anything playing.
"Sure."
You get about twenty minutes in before he rests his hand on your thigh. Trying to play it cool you glance down at his hand.
"I like spending time with you." He says glancing over at you.
"I like you." For some reason your brain decides not to use its filter and you just blurt out you like him.
He moves on the couch so he's facing you. Reaching out he pushes some stray hair away from your face. Everything moves in slow motion as he rests his hand on your cheek. Slowly he drags his thumb across your cheek.
"I like you too." He says softly. Slowly he starts moving in closer to you. The idea of kissing Vernon would make you weak in the knees if you weren't already sitting. "I think I have had a crush on you since the first time I saw you struggling to carry in your groceries." He drags his thumb across your bottom lip.
"I had a crush on your voice and then I realized you're my neighbor." You lean in closer. You rest your nose against his. "Vernon?"
"Yes?" His lips are so close to yours.
"Please kiss me." You don't care if you sound desperate, you need to kiss him.
The moment your lips touch for the first time you feel those sparks everyone has always mention in the romance novels. Your lips move together in perfect sync. He's like fresh air in your oxygen deprived lungs.
Pulling away slightly he grabs your hips, helping guide you on to his lap. Neither of you can seem to keep your hands to yourself. His hands are anywhere they can touch. He moved from kissing your lips, to leaving a wet trail of kisses across your jaw, and down your neck. Occasionally he nips at your skin, definitely leaving marks across your delicate skin. Minghao is going to have a heyday when he sees you sporting hickies from your neighbor.
Closing your eyes, you lean your head back. Biting your lip can't stop the moans passing your lips. Instinctually you roll your hips against his crotch. One of his hands focuses on squeezing your breast. The other is plastered to your side. You're dressed in a pair of leggings and with each roll of your hips, you feel his jean cover erection giving you the perfect amount of friction.
Tangling your finger in his hair, you tilt his head back slightly. "Vernon—" his name is nothing more than a broken moan.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Please—"
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me." You're desperate and you just want to feel him inside you.
"God, you're incredible."
Pulling away you scramble off of him. You make quick work of stumbling out of your clothes. The quicker you get naked the better. Vernon stands up and strips down to his boxers. You're standing in front of him completely naked, while he's standing there in just boxers, and erection straining against them.
"Are you going to get naked?"
"After I eat you out." He tilts his head at you. That's definitely not what you thought he was going to say. Most men you've been with have never openly offered to go down on you.
"Oh."
"Lay down on the couch, baby and spread your legs."
You don't need to be told twice. You make quick work of laying down and spreading your legs. Vernon sits on his knees between your spread legs. He starts kissing the top of your breast, taking his time toying with each nipple. He starts his descent down, leaving a trial of wet kisses from the valley of your breast, down to your mound. He leaves one last kiss there before looking at you with almost pleading eyes.
"Can I?" That might be the stupidest question he could ask right now. You push yourself up on your elbows so you can watch him.
"God, yes." He moves so he's laying on his stomach with his face pressed up against your needy core. You're already drenched and you know he's going to make you cum easily.
With two fingers he parts your folds. He starts off by licking your sensitive clit a few times. Pulling back, he runs his index finger through your folds. He looks at his finger that's already wet.
"Is this all, just from us making out and dry humping?"
"Yea." Your cheeks burn bright. God it's hard not to be embarrassed at how easily turned on he makes you.
"Baby don't be embarrassed, I think that's so hot." He slips his finger into his mouth, licking it clean. "God, you taste incredible."
He leans back in and starts sucking on your sensitive clit. He slides one finger into you, and starts thrusting it in and out of you testing the waters. He can tell by your whimpers and moans that you're enjoying this. He adds another finger, slowly stretching you out. He's a little bigger than average, and he knows that he needs to make you cum at least once.
Without thinking you tangle your fingers in his hair. You rut your hips against his face. He's focused on making you cum. He loves how desperate you are as you chase your high. He moves his fingers in a come hither motion, touching that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
"Vernon—" you moan his name like a sinful prayer.
Your sweet sinful moans egg him on. He keeps up his good work, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Without thinking he ruts his hips against the couch, for some sort of friction.
"Right there." You release his hair. Dropping back on the couch, you squeeze your eyes shut. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast. The air feels like it's been knocked out of your lungs. Your gummy walls flutter against his fingers. He slowly pumps them in and out of you, helping you ride out your high. He pulls his face away from your needy pussy. He lost in a haze of lust watching you unfold.
"That was the hottest thing I have ever seen."
Your eyes slowly flutter open. Staring up at the ceiling you're trying to calm down. "I need you to fuck me."
He pushes himself up on his knees. "You're so cute when you're needy."
"Do you need me to beg?" You push yourself back up on your elbows.
"Absolutely not. How do you feel about riding me?" He hops off the couch. He kicks off his boxers leaving him just as naked as you. He looks absolutely beautiful, and you normally don't think guys have pretty cocks, but that might be because you've never seen his. It's a little longer than average, but thick and a pretty rosey pink.
"Sounds perfect."
"Let me grab a condom." He sprints off naked to his bedroom to fetch a condom.
He gives you just enough time to stand up. Walking back into the living room he tears the foil package open with his teeth. He wastes no time rolling the rubber down his straining length.
Sitting back down on the couch he taps his thighs. Crawling onto his lap you waste no time grabbing his cock. You pump your hand up and down a few times.
"I need to be inside of you, so fucking bad."
Lifting your hips you guide his length to your needy entrance. Ever so slowly you sink down his thick cock, giving yourself time to adjust. It's been quite a long time since you last had sex.
The moment he's fully inside, you let out a sigh. Your butt is flush against his thighs. You don't bother trying to move. For a long moment you just want to enjoy the feeling of him stretching you out.
Leaning towards he starts kissing your collar bone. He starts kissing the side of your neck before he moans against your skin. "You feel so good."
"I just need a minute." You moan.
"I could stay like this forever."
"You're big, my body just needs a second."
He helps to distract you by playing with your breast. He suddenly has a fondness for playing with your tender nipples.
Slowly you lift yourself up, until everything but his mushroom tip is out. Dropping back down he brushes that special place inside of you.
"Fuck—" he moans.
You keep a steady pace, sliding up and down his length over and over. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close to you. With each brush of his rosey tip against your g spot, he's pushing you closer to the edge.
His hand moves to your hips, helping to guide you up and down. Your pace changes when you stop bouncing and start grinding against him. This angle feels completely different for both of you. With each rut of your hips your clit brushes against the well trimmed pubic hair at the base of his cock.
Smashing your lips into his, you desperately try to muffle your whiney moans. Reaching between you he starts rubbing your clit.
"Fuck—" Your body feels like a live wire on the brink of exploding. "Please. Harder."
He focuses on making quick hard circles against your clit. Breathless gasps pass your lips, and you rut your hips at a quick, desperate pace.
"Cum for me, baby."
The ice cold wave that hits your body is like nothing of this world. Your gummy walls flutter like a rapid beating heart. You still for a moment, your head tossed back and you moan. Vernon's hands grip your sides a little tighter, helping to guide you against him. His own release is so close.
With each thrust of his cock against your fluttering walls you moan. Your fingers tangle in his hair again, desperate for something to hold on to.
He lifts his hips up over and over again, helping you both. His own orgasm breaks hard and fast. He slams you down against his thighs, grinding himself against your slowly. He lets out a mix of low moans and groans.
The aftermath of both your orgasms, leave you both exhausted.
Slowly you crawl off of him. He takes a moment to dispose of the condom before dragging you off to the bathroom. You both step into his shower, tub combo for a quick shower to clean yourself up. He takes this time to gently clean you up, before dragging you off to his bed.
His bedroom looks just how you thought it would. He's got a bookshelf near the window with more vinyls and some fun figurines, and a few vintage looking video game consoles. His bed is one of those lower to ground bed frames, with led lights built into the headboard. His comforter is a light blue and grey plaid one. His room feels very like him.
Laying in the bed you stare at him, not sure what to say. He rolls over so he's facing you. Reaching out he laces his fingers with hours.
"What's on your mind?" He asks.
"What happens now?" You aren't sure you could handle this becoming an awkward one nightstand.
"Well I was thinking, I'm off today and if you're off maybe we could spend the day together."
You knit your brows together. "Like a date?"
He lets out a little laugh and smiles. "Yes, I'm asking you out on a proper date. I maybe should have asked you out before we had sex on my living room couch. I just couldn't help myself."
"I would really love to go on a date with you."
He leans in and presses his lips to your for another kiss. "Are you still going to listen to my radio show all the time, even though we're dating?"
"Absolutely."
"That's good. I can't wait to start dedicating all the love songs to you."
Turns out working the night shift and becoming a night owl is one of the best decisions you've ever made.
Life back in college the golden boy from high school was the perfect summer fling. you went off to pursue your career in a different city, and he stayed in carat ridge and opened a bakery. now you’re both pushing thirty and mingyu has made it clear he won’t let you slip away again.
˙⋆✮ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, exes to lovers, smut
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol, small town
˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 13.2k
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, smut, angst, body insecurities, lover boy mingyu
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v, creampie, big dick mingyu, car sex, multiple positions, fooling around in the shower, hand job, fingering, oral (both rec), deep throating, mingyu is messy, mingyu is a yapper in bed. Nicknames: sweetie, baby, babe, good girl (hers) baby, gyu (his).
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: this was written for Carats Ridge: A Small Town Collab, hosted by @imnotshua , @100vern and @starlightkyeom. thank you @aeristudios for helping me figure out this story. Thank you @livmarauder for beta reading
🎧: headlights - in color | snooze - sza | honest - the band camino
Highschool wasn’t kind to you. It turns out being a shy nerdy bookworm will earn you some cruel words from bullies. There was one goal you had through school, survive and run away to a college far away in the city.
Throughout high school many of the popular kids were terrible, but there were a few that were always kind. The captain of the baseball team, Kim Mingyu, the golden boy of your high school, was always kind. Walking the halls some snobby girls would always make cruel comments to you. Anytime Mingyu was around he would immediately defend you. It was hard not to have a crush on the golden boy with a crooked smile.
After graduation you were finally free. A scholarship helped you go to college in the city away from Carat Ridge and the pain high school caused you. Originally you planned on staying in the city during the summers. Things changed the summer of your sophomore year going into junior year of college, you couldn’t get into your new apartment until right before the school year. You were unfortunately forced to spend the summer at home with your parents.
You passed the hot summer days by working at your best friend Joshua’s family coffee shop to make some extra money. On your first day working, you met your coworkers, one of them being your former high school golden boy, Mingyu. You learned quickly, the popular jock you remember from your days back in school was actually a kind boy with a heart of gold. You learned he was charming, and loved flirting with you.
What started out as innocent flirting through your shifts quickly led to so much more. Long shifts at the coffee shop together, led to nightly hangouts in Mingyu's small two bedroom apartment living room that he shared with his best friend, Wonwoo.
That summer that you shared so many firsts with Mingyu. At the age of twenty you lost your virginity, to the same boy you had a crush on in high school. As quickly as it all began, it fell apart. Your final day before going back to school you both made a promise to keep in touch. In the beginning you were good at staying in contact but as the days went on, you knew deep down that you were nothing more than a summer fling to your town's golden boy.
ONE: THE GOLDEN BOY AND THE SWEETEST TREATS
You never planned on coming back after college. Hell, you wouldn’t have come back if your mother didn’t beg you to return home and help with her bookstore. Your job as an editor at a publishing house allows you to work remotely, so packing up and moving home would allow you to keep your job.
Being home in the small town you grew up in, things felt just like they used to. You’ve gotten yourself a two bedroom apartment on top of the coffee shop that Joshua now owns. It’s located down in the small downtown area.
After a long day at work you decide to treat yourself. Nothing sounds better than something sweet to snack on. Joshua told you about a bakery across the street that has the best cinnamon rolls in town according to him.
The moment you walk into Sweet Kisses bakery, you're shocked to see Kim Mingyu standing there behind the register. The smile that forms on his face at the sight of you standing there was something you can't quite explain. He looks like the same boy you kissed goodbye all those years ago, now he’s just bigger and looks even more mature.
It turns out the golden boy from high school could still give you butterflies. What was supposed to be a quick trip to grab a cinnamon roll, led to you staying in the bakery for two hours, catching up. Mingyu wants to hear all about your life since college. You learn a lot about what he's been up to. He finished up school at the local college, before going to culinary school. Back during your summer together you were well aware that he was a good cook. You aren't surprised he became a baker.
“Can I ask you to get dinner together tonight?” You stare at him shocked that he seems to be interested in you, after all these years.
“Like right now?”
“Yeah now. Chan is closing up tonight. I’m able to leave now.” Glancing over at Chan he gives you a thumbs up and a smile.
You should say no, going out might bring up some unresolved feelings. “Sure.”
Mingyu leads you out of his bakery. He doesn't bother offering to give you a ride. Carat Ridge is quite quaint and there's multiple places you can walk to for good food in this little downtown area.
Mingyu walks right next to you. He keeps glancing over at you, listening to you talk.
“Is it too forward to say, I still think you’re beautiful.” He gives you that same crooked smile he used to give you back when you were in college.
“Still?”
“You know I thought you were beautiful from the moment I first saw you. Back when we worked at Cups I thought you were so pretty, I could barely focus on doing my job.”
He stops in front of a little Italian restaurant. This is a place you've been many times before. You love the vodka pasta here. Joshua and you used to order pizza here all the time back in school.
Mingyu leads you inside. You instantly recognize your server as one of the girls from high school. She's one of the girls that used to fawn over Mingyu, but she wasn't one of the mean girls. She was one of the few girls who were always kind to you. She's still just as pretty as she was back in school. You notice she's wearing an engagement ring, and is probably seven to eight months pregnant.
"Hey Gyu." She walks towards your table. They must be close if she's calling him a nickname.
"Hi, Dove. How is the baby doing?"
Instinctively she rubs her stomach. "He's getting too big."
"Cheol mentioned they might need to move your due date up." You recognize the name Cheol. All the puzzle pieces are coming together. Dove must be engaged or married to Choi Seungcheol.
"Yeah. I'm seven months pregnant, and it feels like I'm overdue." She lets out a sigh. "Alright enough about me, and my condition Seungcheol caused. Who is this lovely girl?"
"This is ____."
Dove's eyes light up. "You went to school with us right?"
"Yeah."
"You're Joshua's best friend?"
"Yeah I am."
"You must be the pretty girl Gyu has mentioned before." She shoves Mingy’s shoulder.
Glancing over at Mingyu, you see him blushing with the tips of his ears turning red. You didn't think Mingyu would mention anything about you to his friends.
"Alright Dove, that's enough. We'll take a vodka pasta, and the chicken pesto pizza."
She pulls out her note pad and jots down the order. "Did you want anything to drink?"
"I'll take a glass of red wine." You say.
"Make it two." Mingyu hands her the menus.
He shakes his head trying to hide his embarrassment. "So you've talked about me to your friends?" You ask.
"Just Wonwoo and Cheol, and well technically Dove. She's engaged to Cheol and having his kid."
"Choi Seungcheol?"
"Yep, that's him."
"Is Wonwoo still in town?" You remember Wonwoo used to play baseball with Mingyu and Seungcheol. You knew he was big into gaming back in the day.
"Yeah he's started a tech company and works just outside of town. He lives in a house with me a couple streets over."
"What's Seungcheol up to?"
"Other than being engaged and having a baby?"
"Yeah."
"He's a firefighter. Him and Dove got together after she had a bad breakup a couple years ago."
You look over at Dove, she seems happy. She was always so sweet, you're happy she found love with Seungcheol.
"Did you ever date her?" You remember her clearly having a crush on Mingyu in school.
He lets out a little laugh. "No, back in school Cheol liked her. Even though I knew she liked me, it didn't matter. I had a crush on someone else. And I thought Dove and Cheol would be a good pair. It just took them about ten years to figure it out."
You watch as she walks over holding a bottle of wine, and two glasses. "Here you two go."
"We just ordered single glasses." You say.
"I know, but technically I owe Gyu a favor. So the bottle is on the house." She walks away smiling.
"A favor?" You ask.
"I finally got Seungcheol to make a move on her. She's returning the favor." His cheeks are dusted with pink again.
"Oh." That's definitely not what you expected him to say.
"She knows about our summer together. I didn't shut up about it after it happened."
Mingyu pours each of you a glass of wine.
He tells you about how he opened his bakery as you sip on your wine. Dove comes over, dropping off your pasta to share, and the pizza he ordered. You couldn’t help but smile that Mingyu remembers your favorite foods from here. Talking to Mingyu is as easy as it was all those summers ago.
The bill comes and before Dove can even set it down, Mingyu hands her his card. She scurries off and comes back. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out cash to hand her as a tip.
"Gyu, you don't have to tip me."
He stands up and smiles. "I know, but I want to."
"Alright, but that means you have to come over to dinner next week."
He leans over and gives her a side hug. "Yes ma'am. Tell Cheol I'll be over next week. What would you like from the bakery?"
"A cinnamon roll please."
"Okay."
"It was nice to see you again, Dove." You say, standing up as you smooth the creases in your dress.
"It was great seeing you again. You're invited over anytime you would like. If you want to come with Gyu next week, you can." This all feels oddly easy.
"Thank you."
Mingyu leads you out of the restaurant. He glances down the street and back at you. "What's the chances that I can walk you home?"
"Pretty high." You give him a smile and nudge his arm.
Mingyu holds his hand out, hoping you'll take it. Lacing your fingers with his, he leads you down the street back towards his bakery. You can't help but wonder what would have happened between you, if you didn't move away to go to school. If you had stayed, would you and Mingyu have lasted after that summer? You've tried your hardest not to think about the what ifs. You just want to focus on what is happening now. It's clear right now Mingyu wants to get to know you, again.
He knows exactly where you live, leading you down the street. The sidewalk is lit up from the glow of the street lights, and the twinkle lights some of the businesses have up. This city looks exactly how it did when you left all those years ago.
Arriving at Joshua's coffee shop, there is, door on the corner that leads up to your apartment. Mingyu is still holding your hand, definitely not ready to say goodbye.
"Would you like to walk me upstairs?"
"Yeah."
Pulling open the door you lead him up the stairwell. You stop in the entry way that leads to the two apartments up here. One of them being yours, and the others being Joshua's.
"Can I ask for your number?"
"Yeah."
He releases your hand, humbling with his pocket to fish out his phone. He quickly unlocks it and hands it to you. Typing in your number, you give your phone a call, so you'll have his number saved.
"Text me, Gyu."
Leaning up, you press your lips to his cheek for a quick kiss. He pulls away instantly blushing. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth.
"I'll definitely text you."
TWO: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND
It's a chilly morning making you bundle up further under your covers. You're not ready to get up. Your phone buzzes in your nightstand.
8:17am Mingyu: good morning.
Butterflies flutter around your stomach. God, you do want to text him, but you're so nervous. Right now, you just need to talk to someone about this. There is only one person who truly knows what unfolded between you and Mingyu. Luckily that man lives next door. Scurrying around your apartment, you quickly get dressed. It's probably too early to be bugging Joshua, but you don't care.
Knocking on the door you patiently wait for Joshua to answer.
The door swings open and Joshua looks confused.
"Yes?" He asks.
"Mingyu texted me."
Joshua raises his brows and steps aside. He knows you well enough to know that you're indeed about to spiral.
Walking off to the kitchen he grabs a cup of coffee. You stand in his living room waiting for him. He walks towards you sipping on his hot coffee.
"Did you want to start freaking out now, or later?"
You groan tilting your head back. You start pacing in front of him. Coming home, you hadn’t intended on reconnecting with anyone other than Joshua. Running into Mingyu suddenly makes the world start spinning sideways.
"Why is he still interested in me?"
"Because he likes you?"
"Why though? There is nothing special about me." No matter how much time has passed since those not so great years in high school, you still have self confidence issues. Your lack luster dating life over the years probably didn't help.
"You're severely underselling yourself."
You stop pacing and stare at him. "Joshua."
"Listen, you and him were a good pair that summer. Mingyu is a really good guy, just give him a chance." You're curious how much Mingyu has spoken to Joshua about you. There is no way Joshua would be pushing for you to give Mingyu a shot, if he didn't think he was a good guy.
Joshua says your name and pauses. He takes a moment to give you a pleading look. "I know you've been screwed over by men in the past, but I promise Mingyu isn't one of those guys. Just give him a chance."
A heavy sigh passes your lips. "I'll talk to Mingyu."
Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you open your text to see Mingyu's name.
9:02am Sweetie: good morning.
It's just a simple text, but it is the start of a conversation.
9:04am Mingyu: I was a little scared you were going to disappear on me.
9:05am Sweetie: nope. I just had a crazy morning.
Joshua is standing there smiling, watching as you text Mingyu.
9:07am Mingyu: do you work today? I know it's Saturday but I'm not sure how your job works.
You know where this conversation is going. He's going to ask you out. You lock your phone and look up at Joshua.
"I think he's going to ask me out."
Joshua lets out a little laugh before taking a drink of his coffee. "Then agree to go out with him."
9:10am Sweetie: I'm off today.
9:10am Mingyu: I'm at the bakery until 11 this morning. What are the chances that we can spend the day together?
You glance up at Joshua and he just raises his brow at you.
9:11am Sweetie: I'm down to spend the day with you.
9:12am Mingyu: I can come over and pick you up, or you can meet me at the bakery and I'll give you a sweet treat.
9:13am Sweetie: I'll meet you at your bakery.
Arriving at Mingyu bakery, you see the same man who was working yesterday. You believe his name is Chan. He's got a girl working with him. The bakery is pretty quiet other than the older lady the girl is helping.
Chan sees you and immediately smiles. "He's in the back. He said to send you back there once you get here."
He waves you to follow him. Walking through the small bakery you walk in the back to find Mingyu dressed in a pair of jeans and white shirt, with an apron covered in flour. He gives you a crooked smile the second he notices your presence.
"You heading out, Gyu?" Chan asks.
"Yeah. I just finished the chocolate chunk cookies, go ahead and put them out."
You walk further into the back kitchen. You see the tray of delicious freshly baked cookies in front of him.
He grabs one and holds it out for you. You remember that summer all those years ago, when Mingyu would bring these same cookies to work. After he found out you liked them, he would often bring you a batch of cookies.
"I hope these are still your favorite."
How on earth does he remember that? "What?"
"You used to love these cookies. I made an extra batch today just for you."
Reaching out you take the still warm cookie. "Mingyu, what is your game plan here?" You need to know how serious he is about you.
He wipes his hands on his apron. "Game plan?"
"Yeah, is this a game?" Maybe he's just trying to see if he can get the girl he had a fling with all those years ago.
He's silent for a moment. He takes off his apron and hangs it up. The kitchen suddenly feels so small. He walks towards you. "Sweetie, I'm a grown man pushing thirty. You're out of your mind if you think I'm playing a game with you. I'm serious about pursuing you."
"Oh." That's definitely not what you thought he would say to you.
"Why don't you try the cookie?"
Taking a bite, you're hit with the sweet nostalgic chocolately flavor. Your mouth instantly waters. It tastes just as good as they did all those years ago. His eyes are locked on yours as he watches you eat the cookie.
"Do you still love the cookie?"
"Yeah."
He gives you a smile. He truly is the perfect man. The way he looks at you has butterflies fluttering around your stomach.
"How about we go get coffee from Joshua's place, and then go out for lunch?"
"Okay."
"Give me a minute to get ready."
Mingyu leaves you alone for a minute so he can clean himself up. You stand there eating the delicious cookie.
He walks back towards you and hold his hand out. Without thinking, you lace your fingers with his.
Mingyu takes you to Joshua's coffee shop and you instantly smile as he orders the same soy vanilla latte you used to drink nonstop that summer. His fingers stay laced with yours. He leads you out of the coffee shop. You run into Joshua coming down from upstairs. The grin that instantly forms on his lips at the sight of you and Mingyu is a firm reminder he will be saying, "I told you so."
"Hey, Shua." Mingyu greets him.
"Where are you two off to?" Joshua asks.
"I'm taking her to the museum and then I was thinking we can grab food."
Joshua smiles glancing over at you. "Have fun you two."
He leads you back behind his bakery. You spot a small black suv parked there. You would know this car anywhere. It's the same car he got a few months before your summer together. You spent many evenings making out in the back seat of his car. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his keys. He unlocks the doors. He leads you over to the passenger side and opens the door. It's clear he's still very much a gentleman. He releases your hand and helps you inside.
He jogs to the drivers side as you buckle your seatbelt.
"I know I told Shua we were going to the museum, but what do you think about going to the aquarium?"
"Isn't that an hour away?" In your whole life you've lived here you've only taken the drive there maybe three times, and one of those times was with Mingyu. It was one of those random days you were both off. You had stayed over his place, and were woken up when he decided you needed to take a day trip. That day is a memory that lives in your mind on repeat.
"Yeah, but I don't mind driving. If I remember correctly you used to talk about how much you love jellyfish."
"I still do."
"Let's go to the aquarium."
The drive to the aquarium is relaxing. Mingyu sings along to the radio as his hand strums against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. He's truly a different man now, and fully mature, but you realize he's still that same twenty year old boy you spent the summer with.
Arriving at the aquarium, he jumps out of the car the moment he put it in park.
THREE: AN EMOTIONAL CONNECTION
Walking up to the ticket window, Mingyu pays for two tickets. He takes your hand leading you inside. Hand in hand, you walk into the room filled with tropical fish. He lets go of your hand as you walk closer to the glass. It's hard not to be completely enamored by the site of the vibrant fish.
Mingyu stays close to you, never too far away. He follows you with a smile plastered on his face. He loves watching you light up at the sight of all the fishes.
Heading down a hallway, you a huge smile takes over your face, at the sight of all the electric looking jellyfish surrounded by dark water. Mingyu stands behind you watching you carefully. He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of you absolutely captivated.
Your hand rests on the thick glass. You didn't realize you missed coming here so badly. In the city there isn't an aquarium anywhere close.
Turning back you find him holding his phone watching you. "Are you filming me?"
"I don't want to ever forget seeing you this happy, again."
"Again?" You raise your brow.
"I should have filmed you the last time we were here."
The aquarium was amazing. Mingyu followed you around anywhere you could possibly want to go. He never complained even when you went back to the jellyfish room, twice.
Reluctantly you told him it's probably time to leave. For the last hour your stomach has been grumbling reminding you that you're indeed hungry. He mentions that he knows a good Italian restaurant about ten minutes away.
He drives you both over, you can't help but be curious if he knows about this place because he's taken someone here on a date before.
"How do you know about this place?" You ask as you're parked right outside.
"I came here with Wonwoo one day. A girl he likes used to work here."
"Is Wonwoo single?"
"Yeah, he's so wrapped up in work. I don't think he knows how to be in a relationship."
Heading inside you notice how quiet and quaint this place is. The waitress immediately takes you to a booth in the back. You look at the menu and notice this place is a fusion place. There is a miso pasta dish that sounds delicious.
"The uni pasta is what I got here last time." He says peaking up from his menu.
An older woman comes over with a notepad in hand. She takes your order and mentions a good wine pairing for each of your pastas you ordered.
She comes back over bringing you two glasses of white wine, and a basket of warm bread.
Mingyu grabs a warm piece of bread. He starts buttering it. "This is a great date."
He gives you a smile. "I remember how much you loved the aquarium when we were younger. I thought going to it would make you smile."
"It was lovely going back."
He hands out the butter piece of bread to you. "Do you plan on staying in Carat Ridge?" He asks.
"Yeah, my mom needs me."
"That's kind of you to move back home for her."
"I always assumed coming back home would hurt, but it doesn't."
He takes a small bite of the bread. "Why would it hurt?"
"Back in school, people weren't necessarily nice to me. I didn't have many people I could call friends here. I really only ever had Joshua, and Jeonghan."
"I would have been friends with you back then."
"Mingyu, you didn't really know me back then."
He lets out a sigh. He wishes he could go back in time and make his younger self talk to the cute girl with glasses in his chemistry class. He knows back then people were cruel to you, but he would never let anyone he was friends with ever say anything mean about you.
"I wish I would have spoken to you more back then."
The waitress comes over and places the food down in front of you. There is a silence that takes over the table. Both of you desperately want to say something, but neither of you do. Quietly you both start eating.
Taking slow bites of your pasta you watch him eat. There is this little voice eating away at you. You need to know what his expectations are. For a few years you've been struggling with intimacy.
"Mingyu?"
He stops eating and glances up at you."Yeah?"
"I don't know what your expectations are, but I need you to know something."
His brows knit together as a look of confusion plays across his face. "What's up?"
"When it comes to sex, and intimacy, I know we had sex back when we were twenty, but—" You feel so awkward having to have this conversation. "I don't have sex outside of a relationship now. I need a strong emotional connection."
"That's fine. I want that too. I know you probably think I'm some fuck boy, but I'm not. I like to only have sex with women I'm dating."
"Oh."
"We can do this on your timeframe."
He gives you a smile with those golden retriever eyes before taking another bite of his pasta. "Sweetie?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm serious about actually dating you. I'm not just trying to get into your pants."
A smile tugs at your lips. Sticking your fork into the pasta you take another bite.
You've built up a lot of walls over the years. Maybe it's time you start letting them down. Mingyu has made it clear he wants to try and build something real with you.
FOUR: YOU GIVE ME BUTTERFLIES
Things with Mingyu feel like a whirlwind. You never expected to reconnect with him like this. Realistically you thought he would have forgotten you after all these years. No matter how much you cared for him that summer, you tried your hardest after going back to school to tell yourself he was just a fling. It took a while but you eventually moved on. You eventually start seeing a boy you fell in love with. You stayed with him until a year after college. Since then you have tried dating to no success. Coming back home, you had no intention of starting a relationship with anyone, let alone Mingyu.
Things with him are easy. He's attentive and kind. You wake up to a good morning text everyday.
You've spent the day glued to your computer working. You have a draft that you've been looking at the past two days. You haven't done much other than be stuck staring at your computer. You're just about finished and then you're free tomorrow.
Your phone vibrates on your desk. You glance over to see a new message from Mingyu.
4:56pm Mingyu: how is work going?
4:57pm Sweetie: I'm finally finishing up this project.
4:57pm Mingyu: I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place tonight? Cheol and Dove are coming over to have dinner with me and Wonwoo.
Since you started seeing Mingyu, you have been getting to know his friends more. It's not unusual for you to end up at Mingyu place at night. It still feels a little strange hanging out with his friends. You're trying your hardest to let down your walls, and to fully embrace dating Mingyu.
5:01pm Sweetie: Sure I can come over.
5:01pm Mingyu: I can pick you up. What time did you want to come over?
5:02pm Sweetie: I'll be done with work in a half hour. I just need like twenty minutes to get ready after.
5:03pm Mingyu: Can you stay over tonight again?
5:04pm Sweetie: Yea.
In the last week, you've found yourself having sleepovers with Mingyu. Nothing sexual has unfolded between the two of you. The most you've done is have some pretty intense make out sessions.
The moment you finish working, you start getting ready. You pack a small overnight bag. There is a knock on your door. Rushing over, you open it and find Mingyu standing on the other side.
Dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans, he looks effortlessly handsome. He wastes no time leaning down and pressing his lips to yours for a kiss.
"Hello beautiful." He loves to greet you like this. Every time he does it, those two simple words fill your stomach with fluttering butterflies.
"I'm ready."
You pull away and grab your bag you have sitting on the couch.
As soon as you get to Mingyu's place you sit in the kitchen while he starts cooking dinner. Your laptop is in front of you while you're scrolling around online shopping. You and Mingyu are talking about random things.
Wonwoo pops in from work, and gives you a smile. "What time is Cheol and Dove getting here?"
"I think an hour?" Mingyu responds.
"Okay. I'm going to take a quick shower."
"Sweetie is staying over tonight." Mingyu has really latched on to your nickname he called you all those years ago. It's rare he calls you your actual name anymore. You don't think he's ever said your name around Wonwoo.
"Sounds good."
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As soon as Wonwoo is ready Seungcheol and Dove arrive. Dove waddles in slowly. She's basically at her due date now. Seungcheol plays the role of the doting husband perfectly.
Everyone meets at the kitchen table. Seungcheol and Dove on one side. You and Mingyu across from them, and Wonwoo is sitting between the two boys.
Everyone is enjoying the delicious meal Mingyu prepared. It feels almost seamless, the way you fit into Mingyu's friend group.
Mingyu's hand rests on your thigh as everyone sits at the table just chatting.
Dove's hand rests on her round stomach as she leans back. "I'm so ready to no longer be pregnant."
Seungcheol reaches over resting his hand next to hers on her stomach. "Babe any day you're going to go into labor."
"Remind me why I let you get me pregnant?" She laughs.
"I wouldn't say you let him." Wonwoo barks out a laugh.
"Oh you're right, Cheol doesn't like condoms." Dove laughs.
Seungcheol's cheeks immediately turn bright red. "Hey, we both knew the risk."
She leans over resting her hand on his cheek. "I know we did. It turns out I love you and thought you would be a good dad."
The way Seungcheol looks at Dove you can tell how much he loves her. Mingyu's large hand rests on your soft thigh. He gives it a squeeze catching your attention. Glancing over at him, he gives you a gentle smile. Without thinking you lean over pressing your lips to his for a soft kiss.
"Let's hope the baby gets Dove's looks." Wonwoo laughs before taking a bite of his food. Seungcheol instantly pouts, Dove leans over and kisses his cheek quickly. "I think my baby daddy is pretty good looking."
"Baby daddy? That's what you see me as?" Seungcheol responds.
"I don't see a wedding ring on her finger." Mingyu says joining in.
"Excuse me. I proposed before I knocked her up. My beloved fiancée is the one who isn’t in a hurry to get married."
By the look and smile plastered across Dove's face, it's very clear they have had this conversation before.
"Cheol if you were my husband, I would still call you my baby daddy."
He lets out a groan and rolls his eyes. "Whatever, baby mama."
"I like the sound of that." She laughs.
After a couple hours Seungcheol and Dove head home. Wonwoo helps clean up the kitchen before heading off to his room. Standing in the kitchen you and Mingyu are sipping on a bottle of beer.
"I like your friends a lot." You lean against the kitchen counter.
"They like you a lot. Dove appreciates having another girl around." He takes a sip of the biter liquid. There is something extra delicious about Mingyu standing there drinking from a bottle of beer.
"Thats good." You set the bottle down on the counter next to you.
He chugs the rest and a little bit of the foam seeps out of top. Without thinking he licks the neck of the bottle. Biting your bottom lip you try not to moan at the sight of him erotically licking the bottle.
He glances at you and can tell you're turned on. "Sweetie?"
"Yes?" He takes a step closer to you.
"I like you a lot."
"Oh?" He takes another step closer to you.
"I like you so much." He stops standing right in front of you. He places the empty bottle of beer on the counter next to you. "Do you like me?" He leans in with his face a few inches from yours. His hands are on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.
"I like you too."
"You just like me?" His nose brushes against yours.
Leaning up, your lips brush against his. "I like you a lot." You whisper slowly.
A small moment passes before he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is heated, he wastes no time sliding his tongue against the seam of your lips. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close to you. He doesn't kiss you like the naive twenty year old he used to be. He kisses you like the grown man that had yearned for you for years.
Pulling away you're both panting. Who knew a small kiss could turn you on like this?
"Maybe we should go to bed?" He says with his nose brushing against yours.
"Going to bed sounds like a good idea." You lean in with your lips brushing against his.
He grabs your hand pulling you off to his room. Things between you cool down a little bit. Mingyu takes a shower and you lay in bed scrolling through your phone.
You're torn between wanting to climb Mingyu like a tree, and wanting to take it slow. You know if you take it slow, it's just going to build your emotional connection more and more.
Eventually Mingyu joins you in bed. He's dressed in a pair of low sitting lounge pants that shows off not only his mouth watering v lines, but the small patch of pubic hair is peaking out. Closing your eyes you push away all the horny lust filled thoughts that are swirling around in your brain.
The moment he's in bed he pulls your body close to him. He's curled up behind you spooning you.
"I love being able to hold you." He says before pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.
"I like this too."
It doesn't take long before you're both sound asleep with Mingyu holding you close.
FIVE: WANTING SOMETHING MORE
It's been two months since you started seeing Mingyu. Things between you are great, honestly they're probably better than great. He is basically your boyfriend, but you haven't been brave enough to put a label on things. Mingyu made it clear very early on, that any steps forward in the relationship will be your choice. He said he'll give you anything you want, and follow any lead you give. Things sexually between you, haven't progressed past making out and some dry humping. You thought by now, maybe Mingyu would make a move, but he hasn't. He's been a gentleman in every sense of the word.
Today has been terrible to say the least. Attempting to figure out the books for your mother's business has left you stressed and feeling on edge. You've been working on them all day. You've been locked away in your mothers office. At this point you want to relieve some stress.
Grabbing your phone on the table you open your messages to Mingyu.
6:32pm Sweetie: Hey
6:33pm Mingyu: Hey pretty girl.
6:33pm Sweetie: Today has been exhausting.
6:34pm Mingyu: I'm sorry to hear that. Is everything okay?
6:35pm Sweetie: yeah, just dealing with the books for my mom, feels like it's fried my brain. I just wanna lay down and not think.
6:36pm Mingyu: Have you eaten?
6:37pm Sweetie: I had the croissant you gave me last night.
You've spent the whole day helping your mom on your day off. You're running on a latte with two extra shots and a croissant. You're starting to get a headache and you just want to go home, and honestly you want to see Mingyu.
6:37pm Mingyu: That's not enough food.
6:38pm Sweetie: I know. Can I ask for you to come to my place and spend the night?
6:38pm Mingyu: I'm finishing up at the gym with Wonwoo. Let me shower and I'll come over.
6:39pm Sweetie: Just come straight over. You can shower here.
The lust filled part of your brain wants to see him sweaty coming straight from the gym.
6:40pm Mingyu: okay. I'm going to order your favorite Thai and have it delivered.
6:41pm Sweetie: okay see you soon.
Twenty minutes later, Mingyu is walking into your apartment. He's holding his gym bag, and is dressed in a pair of sweatpants and black tank top that's fitted and sticking to his sweaty skin. He wastes no time leaning down and pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss.
Your hand clings to his tank top. You've had a rough day, and nothing sounds better than being close to him.
"I should shower." An idea pops into your head. You lean up pressing your lips to his for another kiss. "Sweetie, I'm gross and should shower."
"Can I shower with you?" You haven't had sex yet, but a little fooling around in the shower could be fun.
He pulls back and raises his brow. "I thought we were taking things slow?"
"We are, and I'm ready to fool around in the shower." He silently stares at you, trying to figure out what is going on in your mind. "If you're not ready, it's fine." You suddenly feel so stupid.
He tilts your head back with his thumb and index finger. "I'm ready. I've been ready to do everything with you. I just don't want to rush you."
You pull away from him and give him a smile. "Gyu, you're not rushing me."
You take off for the bathroom and hear him following right behind you. Walking into the bathroom you turn on the water, giving it a minute to warm up. Mingyu stands by the door like a statue, just watching you.
You start stripping away your clothes, almost as if you're putting on a show for him. Turning around you raise your brow at him. "Are you going to get naked or just stand there?"
Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water engulf you. The glass door slides shut, Mingyu steps closer to you. Back when you were both twenty, and couldn't keep your hands to yourself, Mingyu looked absolutely gorgeous. Now he's almost thirty and his body is toned and thick. Your eyes travels down to his cock, that definitely is bigger than you remember. He steps closer to you, so that the warm water is hitting both of you.
"How have we not gotten naked before this?" You ask, earning a smile from him.
"You wanted to make sure we had a strong emotional connection." He leans in closer. His wet body is presses against yours. "How is our connection feeling?"
You step back and run your fingers down his wet golden skin. Brushing his belly button, making him inhale a deep breath.
"Super strong," he sighs.
Your fingers drag across his soft length. With each passing moment he's hardening in your hand.
The way he tilts his head back is a beautiful sight. His eyes are squeezed shut, as he takes staggered breaths.
You think back to that summer, and remember all the ways he likes to be touched. Focusing on the mushroom tip, you notice he's still extra sensitive there.
Stepping back away from the water, you drop to your knees in front of him. His eyes go wide, looking down at you he shakes his head.
"Not in the shower, baby. Let's clean up and we can continue on your bed."
"Okay."
True to his word, he takes his time washing both your bodies before he pulls you out of the shower. Wrapping you in a towel, he works on drying you off before patting your ass. Running off to your room, you toss the fluffy towel in the hamper.Laying down on the bed, you naked body is fully on display.
The sight of him standing at the foot of the bed with just a towel wrapped around his glistening naked body is mouth watering. Spreading your legs you make a come hither motion. The bed dips, as he places a knee on the bed. The fluffy white towel is long gone. His gorgeous body is fully naked, on display. His cock is still hard, from fooling around in the shower.
"How far do you want to go?" God you wanna beg to go all the way. You wanna feel his massive cock stretching you out again, but you shouldn't cross every line tonight. Tomorrow is a different story, you should pace yourself.
"I want you in my mouth." During that summer, you only ever gave him head once. The size of his cock, was too much for your inexperienced self. Mingyu was fine with that and never complained. He's always been more of a giver, then a taker.
"I thought I'm too big?" He teases.
"I've learned a few things over the years."
He crawls on the bed, he makes his way over to you. His hands are on either side of you, caging you in.
"Let me taste you first." He leans in with his nose against yours. "I've missed having you like this."
"I remember the first time I ever made you cum." He vividly remembers the first time he fingered you. He thought it was so cute the way you squirmed with his fingers on you. "I bet you taste just as sweet as I remember." He starts leaving a trail of kisses from your lips down your neck. He takes his time to kiss and toy with each of your nipples.
"Gyu, don't tease me."
"I would never do that, baby." He slowly slides down your body. He starts kissing your belly button down to your needy core. The sight of him between your legs is absolutely intoxicating. He parts your folds before diving in. The first lick of his tongue flat against your clit, makes your eyes roll back in your head. He's practically making out with your pussy. He switches between licking, and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers tangle in his dark locks, holding him closer to you. All the muscles in your body feel alive. One hand stays tangled in his while the other grips your blush colored sheets below you. The lewd sounds of his lips tasting you, aren't even covered by your whiny whimpers and moans leaving your lips.
"Ming—" Your brain can barely function.
He looks up at you with his eyes filled with need. He never stops licking your clit. Your fingers release his hair. Laying down you stare at the ceiling. The coil in your tummy is tightening more and more.
"Mingyu—" his name is nothing more than a whiny plea.
"You're still so good for me." Pushing yourself on to your elbows you look down at him. "You're so close, I can tell. Sweetie, can you cum or me?"
Wordlessly you nod your head. In this moment you think you would do anything he asks. He sucks on your clit a little harder, pushing you over the edge. The free fall off the cliff is like nothing you've ever experienced before. Your walls flutter around his single finger he's started thrusting in and out of you, helping you ride out your earth shattering high.
"Oh my god." You sigh, closing your eyes.
Mingyu slowly pulls away. His eyes stay locked on you, he dips his fingers into his mouth, licking away your release.
Sitting on his knees between your spread legs he finally speaks. "You taste just as sweet as I remember." If you weren't already turned on, you would be now. Your eyes can't focus on anything other than the massive cock that is full hard in front of you. "Baby, you seem distracted." That's an understatement, you're cock drunk, and you haven't even gotten to touch it yet.
He starts slowly stroking himself, staring at you. Pushing yourself up, you desperately want to get closer to him. He tries not to laugh, watching you scramble to move. You're sitting on your knees in front of him. His hand rests on your neck, leaning down, he presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss. There is something intoxicating about the fact you can taste yourself on his tongue.
"Lay down for me." You say with your lips against his.
He gives you one more kiss before laying down on the bed. His straining length is standing there proud and ready. Laying the bed between his spread legs, you slowly start pumping his length. That summer together you mastered the art of giving him a hand job. Start stroking. The base of his length while licking his rosy mushroom tip. Resting on his elbows he watches you carefully with lust blown eyes. Your eyes stay locked on yours.
You start shallowly taking him into your mouth until he's brushing the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose, you focus on letting his slip pass your gag reflex. Your eyes water, and. You let him slip into your throat. A slew of whimpers and moans leave his mouth. One hand rests on your hair, helping to guide you up and down his length.
Pulling off his cock, you look up at him through your lashes. You go back to pumping his length while licking the sensitive head.
"Fuck, baby you're so good at this now."
"Thanks," you whisper between licks.
Taking his full length into your mouth, you bob your head up and down. You focusing on his balls, while you take him as deep as he'll go." It's clear he's close to coming. He's starting to babble on and on. He's spewing out sweet words and incoherent sentences.
"Baby—" it's a broken moan.
You pull off him, a string of saliva is connecting your lips to his glistening cock. "Yes?"
"I'm going to cum."
"Okay."
You take him back into your mouth. You want him to finish in your mouth. You bob your head up and down, stroking the base of his length. His fingers stay tangled in your hair.
"Fuck, baby—"
His stomach muscles tighten, as he finds his release. He fills your mouth with his milky release. Without thinking you swallow every last drop.
Mingyu lays there looking dazed for a moment. You sit back on your knees looking down at him.
He pushes himself up. He reaches out, pulling you forward. You straddle his thighs. His hands roam your bare back.
"That was incredible." He says with his nose resting against yours.
Leaning in, you press your lips against his. "I think I've gotten pretty good at that."
He pulls away smiling, "that’s an understatement."
Mingyu takes his time getting both of you cleaned up, before joining you in bed. Laying there with him holding you close, you feel as if this is where you're supposed to be.
SIX: BRIGHT LIGHTS AND CITYSCAPES
It's a day where you and Mingyu decided you were going to spend the entire day together. Mingyu started the morning making you both breakfast. You're dressed in nothing but a pair of panties, and a baggy shirt. Mingyu looks mouth watering in just a tight pair of boxer briefs. His beautiful golden skin is on full display.
Sitting at the kitchen table your laptop is in front of you. You're reading some emails while he’s cooking.
He walks over, sitting a plate in front of you. Closing your laptop you put it away. You just want to focus on him, and not on anything related to your job or your mothers company.
He brings back a cup of coffee, before sitting down across from you.
"I made your latte just the way you like it." Mingyu is a dream, you often find yourself wondering why he likes you so much.
"Thank you."
You both start eating your breakfast and making small talk.
"What do you think about going to see Seungcheol and Dove this evening? They mentioned wanting to see the baby." About two weeks ago, Dove gave birth to a beautiful little girl.
"Sure I would love to see little Luna."
"Dove mentioned wanting to have pasta for dinner. Cheol also asked if we could bring a bottle of beer."
Since you've started seeing Mingyu again, you now see his friends as yours. You love getting to know them. You can't wait to fully get to know their daughter.
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Arriving at Seungcheol, and Dove's home, you're greeted by Seungcheol, holding his beautiful baby girl. Mingyu immediately starts gushing over the baby. You can't help but smile.
Dove sees you and pulls you off to the kitchen. She looks incredible, you can't even tell she just had a baby. She's dressed in a sundress walking around the kitchen. She makes you a glass of lemonade, and sits down at the table across from you.
"How is motherhood?" You ask before taking a sip of the lemonade.
she lets out a little laugh, "It's been great. God I love Luna. I can't lie and say I'm not exhausted though. Neither me nor Cheol have properly slept since she was born.'
"You don't look like you're exhausted."
"Cheol let me take a two hour nap this morning. I have to say, he's being an angel. If Luna wakes up in the middle of the night, he always gets up." With everything you know about Seungcheol, and everything Mingyu has said, you aren't shocked he's a great dad.
The boys join you in the kitchen. Mingyu is holding Luna, looking absolutely adorable.
Your evening is spent getting to know the newest little edition to the friend group. Dove made everyone a delicious pesto pasta. Around nine they've managed to get Luna to fall asleep. You and Mingyu say your goodbyes before heading out.
You're both standing outside Seungcheol and Dove's house.
"Did you wanna go see the lights?" He leans against his car.
"The lights?"
"You can see the town night up on the hill." Your stomach knots. You know exactly which hill he's talking about. Lookout Ridge is the place all the college kids would go to hook up back in the day. You aren't sure if that's still the case, but it feels strange being invited to go up there.
"Sure."
Hopping into his car, he wastes no time lacing his fingers with yours. It's about a thirty minute drive up the dark hill. The whole way up you don't see any other cars. You're fully alone to take in the sight of your town and the stars above.
There's trees between the road and where you parked, giving you some privacy.
Getting out of the car you walk closer to the edge. Mingyu silently follows behind you. "I've never actually been here before."
"Really?" He's surprised, he thought everyone back in school came here.
"I didn't exactly have boys knocking on my door to hook up. I didn't really have a reason to come to a hook up spot."
"People don't just come up here to hook up." He leans against the hood of his car. "I used to come up here late at night the night before big games. I would stand here and just stare at all the lights. It helped calm me down."
Standing by the railing you look at all the lights. It feels odd being at a place you had always heard rumors about as a teen. Back then you dreamed of what it would be like to have a boy like you enough to bring you up here.
Mingyu walks up behind you, he wraps his arms around your soft stomach. He rests his chin on top of your head.
"The lights are beautiful."
"You know back in high school, I thought you were so cute, but you didn't seem like you were interested in me."
His statement catches you off guard. Back in school you didn't even think Mingyu knew your name. Plenty of other girls chased after him, why would he need to notice you?
"Mingyu, you were the golden boy in high school, and I was just a book worm. I was shy and barely had any friends other than Joshua and Jeonghan."
He squeezes you a little tighter. "When you walked into that coffee shop that summer… I knew I was screwed."
"Screwed?"
"I knew I would fall hard and fast for you."
His words knock the oxygen right of your lungs. You knew you fell for Mingyu that summer during college, but you had no clue he felt the same way. "I watched the way you smiled the moment you saw Joshua, and I hoped and prayed one day you would smile like that because of me."
Back in college you were so insecure, there was no way you could imagine Mingyu would feel that way. He treated you so well, and that whole summer felt as if there was a ticking time bomb hovering over your head.
"It was a great summer." You pull away from him.
He stares at you with a confused look playing across his face. "Yeah."
"I had a lot of firsts with you that summer." You can't bring yourself to admit it to him, but you fell so hard for him. Even after everything imploded, you went back to college with a slowly cracking heart. Days passed since you last saw him, and you knew deep down inside it was over. Even when you tried to somewhat make it work. You never labeled what you had. For the first six months you talked to Mingyu almost every day and then you just slowly drifted apart more and more each day.
He holds your face with both his hands. Without a second thought, he crashes his lips into yours. This kiss feels different, it feels frantic. Almost as if he's trying to prove something to you.
Pulling away you rest your nose against his. "We're technically at a hook up spot."
The corner of his mouth tugs up. You loop your finger into his belt loop and tug a little. He's a large man and a force to move, but you managed to catch him off guard some.
"What do you want, sweetie?"
"I've never had sex in the back seat of a car."
"It's not as fun as people think it is." He leans in close to you.
"Okay, we don't have to." You step back from him.
He watches you walk towards his car. He wishes he could explain what you do to him. He walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach again. He pulls your soft body, flush against him.
"Is that what you want? Did you want me to fuck you in the back seat of my car?"
"I was hoping I could ride you."
"Be my guest." He whispers in your ear.
You pull him off to the car, giggling. Things happen quickly. Sitting on his lap in the back seat in his car you wonder how many times he’s gone up to this same spot before with other girls. Back in high school you heard so many rumors about this place. Everyone talks about this being the spot college kids would come to. You've removed your jeans, and you're left in just your thong and a bra. Mingyu is shirtless, with his pants pushed down to his knees.
His hard length sits between you standing tall. Your hand slowly strokes him. His hands are all over the place. He rotates between kissing your neck, and making out with you. He moans against the delicate skin of your neck, and you focus on playing with the rosy bulbous tip.
"Fuck," he moans. "Sweetie, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."
You give him an innocent smile, fluttering your lashes at him.
"Condom?" He asks.
"I'm on birth control."
"You're okay with going raw?" He's trying his hardest to speak logically right now. That summer you spent together, he went through too many condoms to count. He never even thought going raw was an option.
"Yes."
Lifting up you pull your panties to the side. Mingyu holds his cock up, helping guide you down his length. Slowly you slide down, his cock giving yourself a moment to adjust to the sheer size of him.
"God you're still so tight." In all your years of having sex since that summer you shared together, no man had compared to your time you shared with Mingyu.
"You're fucking huge." You sigh. The smile that forms on his face couldn't make the strongest person weak.
Your body sings as you roll your hips forward. Your clit brushes the patch of pubic hair, making your body feel like a live wire. His hands grip your hips helping to move your body. Instead of bouncing up and down you've decided to keep up this rolling technique. Mingyu's lips are anywhere they can possibly reach. The car is filled with. echoing moans and the sounds of wet skin hitting wet skin.
"You feel so good." He moans. It's clear even after all these years Mingyu is still very verbal in bed.
Your fingers tangle in his dark locks, holding him close to you. Tilting your head back, your lips part as loud moans spill out.
He cock is curved just enough that he's brushing that special spot inside of you. His lips move down your neck leaving a wet trail in his wake. A few of these love bites are bound to leave a mark. He focuses on your breast. He gropes one while the other nipple is in his mouth. He nips and sucks on your pert nipples. Your eyes are practically rolled back in your head. Thank god you're far away from anyone who could hear your loud whimpers and moans.
He pulls away from your breast and looks at you with his big doe eyes. "Baby, can you move faster?" You would do anything he asks, if he'll look at you like that again.
Using your knees, you start bouncing on his length. His large hands grip your sides. He helps move you up and down his cock, at a steady pace. You both just keep moaning. The windows are covered with a film of condensation. The car is definitely rocking with both your movements. If someone drove up, they would definitely be able to tell what is unfolding between the two of you. Reaching between the two of you, Mingyu plays with your sensitive clit.
"Gyu—" your whole body feels tense.
"Fuck—" he groans rolling his head back.
Your high hits you like a tidal wave. A white hot wave washes over you. Your walls flutter like a heartbeat, squeezing his cock with each sloppy thrust. He holds on to you, lifting his hips. His own high is rapidly approaching.
The air is knocked out of his lungs. He paints your walls with his milky white release. You both stop moving. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. His lips leave a trail of kisses against your neck.
You aren't quite sure you've ever had an orgasm that intense.
"God that was incredible." He pulls back from you slowly.
"That was better than I remember." Even after Mingyu, no man has ever made you cum that hard.
"No woman has ever compared to you." He starts leaving a trail of kisses across your jaw. Mingyu used to always talk after sex, but this feels different.
"I highly doubt that." You pull back a little.
“I never stopped thinking about that summer we spent together?” He leans in close with his nose brushing yours. "Do you still think about it too?"
“Mingyu we were twenty back then, we’re pushing thirty now. We shouldn’t be thinking about a summer that felt like a lifetime ago.” He pulls back and his face instantly falls.
“You act like that summer didn’t matter.” He’s hurt, that summer meant so much to him, and you’re just brushing it off.
“Mingyu—”
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now.” He shifts pulling away from you.
"Mingyu, of course I think about it. It's just hard to wrap my head around the fact that you still have feelings for me."
"Why is it so hard? We've been seeing each other for two months."
"Mingyu, it's been almost eight, almost nine years. You can't tell me no other woman has caught your eye?"
"I've dated around, but I haven't had anything super serious. No matter how hard I try I've always thought about our summer together. Why are you acting like it's crazy that I love you." Those last three words hit you like a ton of bricks. The air is suddenly knocked out of your lungs.
"Mingyu—"
The back seat of his car feels excruciatingly small. The look on Mingyu's face stings. You've never seen him look this upset before. "I should take you home." He doesn't even give you a chance to respond to those three words.
"Okay." You crawl off him.
Grabbing your clothes off the floorboard you try your hardest to get dressed quickly. Mingyu pulls up his pants and pulls his shirt on. He gets out of the car and stands there staring at the lights for a minute. Silently you crawl into the passenger seat.
Everything you've built has started crumbling down around you. You stare at the back of Mingyu for what feels like a lifetime. He turns around and you instantly notice his eyes are red.
Screaming silence fills the car as he drives you back home. He stops outside your building. He turns the car off and takes a deep breath before turning to face you.
"Mingyu—"
"Goodnight, sweetie." He kisses your cheek before pulling away. There's nothing more he says. He just looks forward down the street. Tears brim your eyes, you and your insecurities have become the downfall of you and him. He confessed he loves you, you didn't even say anything other than his name.
Unbuckling you silently get out of the car. Before closing the door you glance at Mingyu, to see tears sliding down his face. You want to apologize, you want to tell him you're scared, but you can't. Opening your mouth no words come out. The crushing feeling in your chest is a firm reminder that you broke both your hearts. He glances at you, brushing away his tears. He nods his head silently towards the door.
Shutting the door, you walk upstairs. You stop in front of your door. Those silent tears have turned into silent sobs. You don't bother reaching for your keys, you walk to the door next to yours. You knock on Joshua's door, hoping and praying he's home.
The door swings open and Joshua stands there looking surprised to see you.
"What's wrong?" He grabs you and pulls you into a hug.
"I think me and Mingyu are done. I messed up tonight." The flood gates have opened as you sob into Joshua's chest.
Joshua being the good best friend he is, just holds you while you cry. He slowly rubs your back, repeating over and over that you'll be fine.
After some time the tears have finally slowed and you're sitting on Joshua's couch. He reaches up, pushing the tears away from your cheek. "What happened?"
"Mingyu brought up that summer and asked if I thought about it, and I just brushed him off. He then told me it's not hard to believe he fell in love with me now, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything."
Joshua gives you a pained look. "I know you don't want to believe it, but he's always liked you. I think before you try to fix things with him, you need to figure out if you're capable of fully letting your walls down with him."
SEVEN: WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?
In the morning you wake up and stare at your phone. You don’t see your normal good morning text from Mingyu.
Pulling yourself out of bed you force yourself to shower, and to get ready. You need to get some work done, and try to function like a normal human today.
Sitting on your living room couch you try to figure out what you should even do. You want to reach out to Mingyu, but you're honestly scared.
There is a knock at your door. There is this part inside of you that hopes it's Mingyu. That you'll open the door and you'll be able to fix everything you messed up last night.
Opening the door, you can't be surprised when you see not only Joshua standing there but also Jeonghan. Since moving home you haven't been able to see him. He moved about an hour away from your town, and every time Joshua has gone to see him, you haven't been able to go. When you moved away, Jeonghan always came to see you a handful of times a year. He's always stayed a staple in your life.
Your eyes brim with tears. Without thinking you rush into Jeonghan's arms. He rubs your back, holding you close.
"Shua, said you needed both of us."
Pulling back you silently nod your head. "Did he tell you about Mingyu?"
"Yeah I know all about golden boy." He refers to him as the same nickname he used all those years ago.
"Are you able to take a few days off, maybe more?" Jeonghan asks.
"Yeah."
"Pack a bag, you and Joshua are going to stay at my place tonight."
You look over at Joshua and he gives you a gentle smile. "I'm already packed."
"Okay."
Shutting off your mind, you start packing an overnight bag. You pick up your phone and send your mom a message, telling her you're going away for two days.
Going to your conversation with Mingyu, you read over your last few messages you had shared.
Being brave you send him a message.
10:12am Sweetie: Good morning Gyu.
10:13am Mingyu: Morning.
That was short and to the point. That definitely stings. Grabbing your back you head out to the living area where the boys are waiting for you. You head downstairs to where Joshua's car is waiting. Getting into the back seat you pull out your phone knowing you need to text Mingyu again.
10:25am Sweetie: I wanted to let you know I'm going to Jeonghan's house for a few days.
If he doesn't respond to you, you won't blame him. You're shocked even answered you at all today.
Joshua and Jeonghan are chatting about something in the front seat. Closing your eyes you lean your head against the window.
For a chunk of the hour drive to Jeonghan's town you slept. He pulls into his driveway slowly. He lives in a house in the city by the ocean.
Slowly your eyes flutter open. Grabbing your phone you see a message from Mingyu.
11:20am Mingyu: okay be safe.
The back door opens, Joshua reaches in grabbing your dufflebag.
Heading inside you look around Jeonghan's home. He moved here about six months before you moved back home. He took a job in this town, when he got a big promotion. His place has a modern minimalist design. Joshua often comes out here a couple times a month.
Joshua takes your bag, to where you assume is the guest room. Jeonghan stays in the living room with you.
"How about I give you a tour?"
Jeonghan leads you around his two floor three bedroom place. His house is absolutely beautiful. He ends the tour in the guest room you'll be staying in.
"Hannie, thank you for bringing me here."
Jeonghan leans against the door frame. "I wish I was able to see you sooner. Work has been crazy and I was gone for a month for work."
"I know things have been crazy. I should have driven up here."
"I'm just glad I could be here for you now. Shua called me last night after you went home, and he told me you needed us."
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you look around the room that's decorated with a queen size bed, that sits under a window. There are two grey nightstands on both sides of the bed, and matching grey dresser, across from the bed.
"You can stay here as long as you want." Jeonghan says.
"I told Shua to order food from a really good Thai place."
-
Sitting at the kitchen table, you and the two boys are eating delicious take out and sipping on large glasses of wine. Joshua is too busy going on about some coworker Jeonghan has a crush on. This feels like old times. That summer you went home from school was the last time you and the boys were able to have a sleepover like this.
The boys are doing a decent job at distracting you, but you keep thinking back to Mingyu. You know he would fit in perfectly with you and he two boys.
Opening your phone you look to see if maybe, Mingyu sent you another message. Your chest burns, when you see he hasn't said anything else.
Joshua reaches over and squeezes your hand. Glancing up, you find both boys looking at you.
"Are you okay?" Joshua asks.
"Yea." You lie. No matter how much you wish you were okay, you aren't.
The night goes on and you often keep thinking about Mingyu, you want to know if he's thinking about you.
The next day Jeonghan takes you and Joshua around town. He shows you his favorite book store, and his favorite Japanese restaurant. He's doing a great job at keeping you distracted.
The following morning Joshua heads back home, saying he needs to do something at his coffee shop. You don't go home, you make the decision to stay with Jeonghan. You brought your laptop, so you're able to work from here.
Day four of staying with Jeonghan you can't stop thinking about Mingyu. You've been talking to him over the last few days, but things aren't the same. At this point you feel like you're just making small talk. You miss and you miss the relationship you had built.
It's just you and Jeonghan sitting in the kitchen. He just got home from work, and brought you food from a restaurant near his office that he loves. He's sipping on a cup of tea while you push around the food on your plate.
"So Kim Mingyu?" He's been watching you stare at a photo of you and Mingyu that you have saved on your phone.
You glance up. "Yea, Mingyu."
"So the golden boy never got over you?" Jeonghan asked before taking a sip of his tea.
"I didn't think that summer I shared with him mattered that much to him."
Jeonghan lets out a laugh. "You know after you went back to school, Mingyu never shut up about you?"
"How do you know?"
"Well I'm friends with Seungcheol, which made me friends with the golden boy."
"Oh."
"Mingyu talked about you all the time. He even brings you up anytime he sees me. A handful of times I've gotten drunk texts from him, asking about you."
You never knew that Mingyu asked about you over the years. You sure as hell didn't know that he sends drunk texts about you.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you acted like you wanted to forget the whole thing even happened." Jeonghan is one of your closest friends. Even though you haven't been able to see him in about four months, you know he's always there for you.
"I didn't think that summer meant anything."
He leans forward resting his elbows on the table. "I know that summer was a lifetime ago, but you guys have clearly started something pretty serious."
"He said he loves me."
"Do you love him?" His question leaves an ache in your chest. Tears brim your eyes thinking about Mingyu’s face, as he confessed his love.
"I think so."
"I don't think you need to be afraid of letting yourself love him." Jeonghan leans over, resting his hand on your cheek, he pushes away your tears. "Mingyu is a good guy."
Sniffling you nod your head.
"I think you and Mingyu should talk about this sooner rather than later."
He's right, you should have a long conversation with Mingyu soon. "I know."
-
Mingyu has been absolutely miserable since he dropped you off after that night on the hill. He's thrown himself into work, an attempt to numb the pain. It's been five days and he knows you're staying at Jeonghan's house. He ran into Joshua, and before he could even ask about you Joshua told him you're still gone.
He offered to join Wonwoo and Vernon at the bar, but he couldn't bring himself to go out and act like everything is fine. He's settled on ordering his favorite take out and laying around moping.
He sees a message from you. You've been occasionally texting him, and honestly seeing your message remind him of the pain and sadness.
6:01pm Sweetie: I've been thinking about you a lot. I miss you.
Before he can even respond he sees a text from Jeonghan.
From Jeonghan 6:02pm: Hey, Gyu. I know you didn't expect to hear from me. But (Y/N) is here and to be honest she's a mess.
From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:04pm: I miss her.
From Jeonghan 6:05pm: You need to give her another chance.
From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:07pm: Hannie, she doesn't like me, as much I as I like her.
From Jeonghan 6:07pm: Dude, just drive to my place and talk to her. She likes you dude, like a lot. She's just scared.
From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:08pm: when?
From Jeonghan 6:10pm: drive up tonight. You can stay here, and if things go well, you can bring her home.
From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:10pm: Okay.
He opens your texts and stares at it for a moment. No matter how hurt he is, he can't deny how hard he's fallen in love with you.
6:15pm Mingyu: I miss you too.
Closing his phone, he tosses it on the couch and heads off to his room to pack a backpack. It's eight at night when he's finally on the road to see you.
The hour drive feels like a lifetime. He's been to Jeonghan's house a few times with Seungcheol, so he knew exactly how to get here.
Parking his car at the curb he looks up at the house. He wonders if he should have told you he was coming. No girl has ever made him feel like you do. Technically you didn't break up, but this feels like a break up. Turning his car off, he takes a deep breath.
Reaching into the passenger seat, he grabs his backpack. Getting out of the car, he heads up the stone path. He knocks on the door and waits.
The door swings open and there you stand looking surprised to see him.
"Mingyu?"
"Hi, sweetie." It's taking everything in him, not to wrap his arms around you and kiss you.
"What are you doing here?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "I needed to see you."
"Oh."
Reaching out, he rests his hand on your cheek. Closing your eyes, you lean into his hand. He slowly drags his thumb across your delicate skin.
"Mingyu, I'm sorry." You whisper.
"I shouldn't have left you that night. We should have tried to figure this out." He leans in closer.
"I need you to know, I do think about that summer. I haven't stopped thinking about you. I fell in love with you that summer, and I fell in love with you again now." The weight has been lifted off your chest. It might have been hard to admit, but you are so in love with Mingyu.
His eyes go wide, and a smile tugs at his lips. Leaning in he wastes no time pressing his lips to yours for a desperate kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hold him close. One of his hands stays on your cheek, while the other rests on your hip. This kiss feels like nothing you've ever experienced before. Your lips move together, as he slides his tongue against yours. Pulling back a little, he rest his nose against yours.
"I love you so much." He says, smiling.
"Lovebirds, please come inside, my neighbors don't need to see you making out." Jeonghan says, leaning against the couch.
Pulling back Mingyu laces his fingers with yours. You lead him off to the room you're staying in. He drops off his backpack, before you join Jeonghan downstairs. You spend the evening hanging out with him before you and Mingyu find yourselves, naked and tangled up in the sheets.
Laying on the bed with your legs spread, Mingyu is hovering over you. His fingers are laced with yours holding your hands next to your head. He's set a slow and delicious pace, rolling his hips into yours.
He keeps whispering those three sweet words to you over and over.
No man has ever made you feel the way he does, and you won't ever love a man like you love him.
Life back in college the golden boy from high school was the perfect summer fling. you went off to pursue your career in a different city, and he stayed in carat ridge and opened a bakery. now you’re both pushing thirty and mingyu has made it clear he won’t let you slip away again.
˙⋆✮ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, exes to lovers, smut
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol, small town
˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 13.2k
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, smut, angst, body insecurities, lover boy mingyu
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v, creampie, big dick mingyu, car sex, multiple positions, fooling around in the shower, hand job, fingering, oral (both rec), deep throating, mingyu is messy, mingyu is a yapper in bed. Nicknames: sweetie, baby, babe, good girl (hers) baby, gyu (his).
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: this was written for Carats Ridge: A Small Town Collab, hosted by @imnotshua , @100vern and @starlightkyeom. thank you @aeristudios for helping me figure out this story. Thank you @livmarauder for beta reading
🎧: headlights - in color | snooze - sza | honest - the band camino
Highschool wasn’t kind to you. It turns out being a shy nerdy bookworm will earn you some cruel words from bullies. There was one goal you had through school, survive and run away to a college far away in the city.
Throughout high school many of the popular kids were terrible, but there were a few that were always kind. The captain of the baseball team, Kim Mingyu, the golden boy of your high school, was always kind. Walking the halls some snobby girls would always make cruel comments to you. Anytime Mingyu was around he would immediately defend you. It was hard not to have a crush on the golden boy with a crooked smile.
After graduation you were finally free. A scholarship helped you go to college in the city away from Carat Ridge and the pain high school caused you. Originally you planned on staying in the city during the summers. Things changed the summer of your sophomore year going into junior year of college, you couldn’t get into your new apartment until right before the school year. You were unfortunately forced to spend the summer at home with your parents.
You passed the hot summer days by working at your best friend Joshua’s family coffee shop to make some extra money. On your first day working, you met your coworkers, one of them being your former high school golden boy, Mingyu. You learned quickly, the popular jock you remember from your days back in school was actually a kind boy with a heart of gold. You learned he was charming, and loved flirting with you.
What started out as innocent flirting through your shifts quickly led to so much more. Long shifts at the coffee shop together, led to nightly hangouts in Mingyu's small two bedroom apartment living room that he shared with his best friend, Wonwoo.
That summer that you shared so many firsts with Mingyu. At the age of twenty you lost your virginity, to the same boy you had a crush on in high school. As quickly as it all began, it fell apart. Your final day before going back to school you both made a promise to keep in touch. In the beginning you were good at staying in contact but as the days went on, you knew deep down that you were nothing more than a summer fling to your town's golden boy.
ONE: THE GOLDEN BOY AND THE SWEETEST TREATS
You never planned on coming back after college. Hell, you wouldn’t have come back if your mother didn’t beg you to return home and help with her bookstore. Your job as an editor at a publishing house allows you to work remotely, so packing up and moving home would allow you to keep your job.
Being home in the small town you grew up in, things felt just like they used to. You’ve gotten yourself a two bedroom apartment on top of the coffee shop that Joshua now owns. It’s located down in the small downtown area.
After a long day at work you decide to treat yourself. Nothing sounds better than something sweet to snack on. Joshua told you about a bakery across the street that has the best cinnamon rolls in town according to him.
The moment you walk into Sweet Kisses bakery, you're shocked to see Kim Mingyu standing there behind the register. The smile that forms on his face at the sight of you standing there was something you can't quite explain. He looks like the same boy you kissed goodbye all those years ago, now he’s just bigger and looks even more mature.
It turns out the golden boy from high school could still give you butterflies. What was supposed to be a quick trip to grab a cinnamon roll, led to you staying in the bakery for two hours, catching up. Mingyu wants to hear all about your life since college. You learn a lot about what he's been up to. He finished up school at the local college, before going to culinary school. Back during your summer together you were well aware that he was a good cook. You aren't surprised he became a baker.
“Can I ask you to get dinner together tonight?” You stare at him shocked that he seems to be interested in you, after all these years.
“Like right now?”
“Yeah now. Chan is closing up tonight. I’m able to leave now.” Glancing over at Chan he gives you a thumbs up and a smile.
You should say no, going out might bring up some unresolved feelings. “Sure.”
Mingyu leads you out of his bakery. He doesn't bother offering to give you a ride. Carat Ridge is quite quaint and there's multiple places you can walk to for good food in this little downtown area.
Mingyu walks right next to you. He keeps glancing over at you, listening to you talk.
“Is it too forward to say, I still think you’re beautiful.” He gives you that same crooked smile he used to give you back when you were in college.
“Still?”
“You know I thought you were beautiful from the moment I first saw you. Back when we worked at Cups I thought you were so pretty, I could barely focus on doing my job.”
He stops in front of a little Italian restaurant. This is a place you've been many times before. You love the vodka pasta here. Joshua and you used to order pizza here all the time back in school.
Mingyu leads you inside. You instantly recognize your server as one of the girls from high school. She's one of the girls that used to fawn over Mingyu, but she wasn't one of the mean girls. She was one of the few girls who were always kind to you. She's still just as pretty as she was back in school. You notice she's wearing an engagement ring, and is probably seven to eight months pregnant.
"Hey Gyu." She walks towards your table. They must be close if she's calling him a nickname.
"Hi, Dove. How is the baby doing?"
Instinctively she rubs her stomach. "He's getting too big."
"Cheol mentioned they might need to move your due date up." You recognize the name Cheol. All the puzzle pieces are coming together. Dove must be engaged or married to Choi Seungcheol.
"Yeah. I'm seven months pregnant, and it feels like I'm overdue." She lets out a sigh. "Alright enough about me, and my condition Seungcheol caused. Who is this lovely girl?"
"This is ____."
Dove's eyes light up. "You went to school with us right?"
"Yeah."
"You're Joshua's best friend?"
"Yeah I am."
"You must be the pretty girl Gyu has mentioned before." She shoves Mingy’s shoulder.
Glancing over at Mingyu, you see him blushing with the tips of his ears turning red. You didn't think Mingyu would mention anything about you to his friends.
"Alright Dove, that's enough. We'll take a vodka pasta, and the chicken pesto pizza."
She pulls out her note pad and jots down the order. "Did you want anything to drink?"
"I'll take a glass of red wine." You say.
"Make it two." Mingyu hands her the menus.
He shakes his head trying to hide his embarrassment. "So you've talked about me to your friends?" You ask.
"Just Wonwoo and Cheol, and well technically Dove. She's engaged to Cheol and having his kid."
"Choi Seungcheol?"
"Yep, that's him."
"Is Wonwoo still in town?" You remember Wonwoo used to play baseball with Mingyu and Seungcheol. You knew he was big into gaming back in the day.
"Yeah he's started a tech company and works just outside of town. He lives in a house with me a couple streets over."
"What's Seungcheol up to?"
"Other than being engaged and having a baby?"
"Yeah."
"He's a firefighter. Him and Dove got together after she had a bad breakup a couple years ago."
You look over at Dove, she seems happy. She was always so sweet, you're happy she found love with Seungcheol.
"Did you ever date her?" You remember her clearly having a crush on Mingyu in school.
He lets out a little laugh. "No, back in school Cheol liked her. Even though I knew she liked me, it didn't matter. I had a crush on someone else. And I thought Dove and Cheol would be a good pair. It just took them about ten years to figure it out."
You watch as she walks over holding a bottle of wine, and two glasses. "Here you two go."
"We just ordered single glasses." You say.
"I know, but technically I owe Gyu a favor. So the bottle is on the house." She walks away smiling.
"A favor?" You ask.
"I finally got Seungcheol to make a move on her. She's returning the favor." His cheeks are dusted with pink again.
"Oh." That's definitely not what you expected him to say.
"She knows about our summer together. I didn't shut up about it after it happened."
Mingyu pours each of you a glass of wine.
He tells you about how he opened his bakery as you sip on your wine. Dove comes over, dropping off your pasta to share, and the pizza he ordered. You couldn’t help but smile that Mingyu remembers your favorite foods from here. Talking to Mingyu is as easy as it was all those summers ago.
The bill comes and before Dove can even set it down, Mingyu hands her his card. She scurries off and comes back. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out cash to hand her as a tip.
"Gyu, you don't have to tip me."
He stands up and smiles. "I know, but I want to."
"Alright, but that means you have to come over to dinner next week."
He leans over and gives her a side hug. "Yes ma'am. Tell Cheol I'll be over next week. What would you like from the bakery?"
"A cinnamon roll please."
"Okay."
"It was nice to see you again, Dove." You say, standing up as you smooth the creases in your dress.
"It was great seeing you again. You're invited over anytime you would like. If you want to come with Gyu next week, you can." This all feels oddly easy.
"Thank you."
Mingyu leads you out of the restaurant. He glances down the street and back at you. "What's the chances that I can walk you home?"
"Pretty high." You give him a smile and nudge his arm.
Mingyu holds his hand out, hoping you'll take it. Lacing your fingers with his, he leads you down the street back towards his bakery. You can't help but wonder what would have happened between you, if you didn't move away to go to school. If you had stayed, would you and Mingyu have lasted after that summer? You've tried your hardest not to think about the what ifs. You just want to focus on what is happening now. It's clear right now Mingyu wants to get to know you, again.
He knows exactly where you live, leading you down the street. The sidewalk is lit up from the glow of the street lights, and the twinkle lights some of the businesses have up. This city looks exactly how it did when you left all those years ago.
Arriving at Joshua's coffee shop, there is, door on the corner that leads up to your apartment. Mingyu is still holding your hand, definitely not ready to say goodbye.
"Would you like to walk me upstairs?"
"Yeah."
Pulling open the door you lead him up the stairwell. You stop in the entry way that leads to the two apartments up here. One of them being yours, and the others being Joshua's.
"Can I ask for your number?"
"Yeah."
He releases your hand, humbling with his pocket to fish out his phone. He quickly unlocks it and hands it to you. Typing in your number, you give your phone a call, so you'll have his number saved.
"Text me, Gyu."
Leaning up, you press your lips to his cheek for a quick kiss. He pulls away instantly blushing. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth.
"I'll definitely text you."
TWO: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND
It's a chilly morning making you bundle up further under your covers. You're not ready to get up. Your phone buzzes in your nightstand.
8:17am Mingyu: good morning.
Butterflies flutter around your stomach. God, you do want to text him, but you're so nervous. Right now, you just need to talk to someone about this. There is only one person who truly knows what unfolded between you and Mingyu. Luckily that man lives next door. Scurrying around your apartment, you quickly get dressed. It's probably too early to be bugging Joshua, but you don't care.
Knocking on the door you patiently wait for Joshua to answer.
The door swings open and Joshua looks confused.
"Yes?" He asks.
"Mingyu texted me."
Joshua raises his brows and steps aside. He knows you well enough to know that you're indeed about to spiral.
Walking off to the kitchen he grabs a cup of coffee. You stand in his living room waiting for him. He walks towards you sipping on his hot coffee.
"Did you want to start freaking out now, or later?"
You groan tilting your head back. You start pacing in front of him. Coming home, you hadn’t intended on reconnecting with anyone other than Joshua. Running into Mingyu suddenly makes the world start spinning sideways.
"Why is he still interested in me?"
"Because he likes you?"
"Why though? There is nothing special about me." No matter how much time has passed since those not so great years in high school, you still have self confidence issues. Your lack luster dating life over the years probably didn't help.
"You're severely underselling yourself."
You stop pacing and stare at him. "Joshua."
"Listen, you and him were a good pair that summer. Mingyu is a really good guy, just give him a chance." You're curious how much Mingyu has spoken to Joshua about you. There is no way Joshua would be pushing for you to give Mingyu a shot, if he didn't think he was a good guy.
Joshua says your name and pauses. He takes a moment to give you a pleading look. "I know you've been screwed over by men in the past, but I promise Mingyu isn't one of those guys. Just give him a chance."
A heavy sigh passes your lips. "I'll talk to Mingyu."
Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you open your text to see Mingyu's name.
9:02am Sweetie: good morning.
It's just a simple text, but it is the start of a conversation.
9:04am Mingyu: I was a little scared you were going to disappear on me.
9:05am Sweetie: nope. I just had a crazy morning.
Joshua is standing there smiling, watching as you text Mingyu.
9:07am Mingyu: do you work today? I know it's Saturday but I'm not sure how your job works.
You know where this conversation is going. He's going to ask you out. You lock your phone and look up at Joshua.
"I think he's going to ask me out."
Joshua lets out a little laugh before taking a drink of his coffee. "Then agree to go out with him."
9:10am Sweetie: I'm off today.
9:10am Mingyu: I'm at the bakery until 11 this morning. What are the chances that we can spend the day together?
You glance up at Joshua and he just raises his brow at you.
9:11am Sweetie: I'm down to spend the day with you.
9:12am Mingyu: I can come over and pick you up, or you can meet me at the bakery and I'll give you a sweet treat.
9:13am Sweetie: I'll meet you at your bakery.
Arriving at Mingyu bakery, you see the same man who was working yesterday. You believe his name is Chan. He's got a girl working with him. The bakery is pretty quiet other than the older lady the girl is helping.
Chan sees you and immediately smiles. "He's in the back. He said to send you back there once you get here."
He waves you to follow him. Walking through the small bakery you walk in the back to find Mingyu dressed in a pair of jeans and white shirt, with an apron covered in flour. He gives you a crooked smile the second he notices your presence.
"You heading out, Gyu?" Chan asks.
"Yeah. I just finished the chocolate chunk cookies, go ahead and put them out."
You walk further into the back kitchen. You see the tray of delicious freshly baked cookies in front of him.
He grabs one and holds it out for you. You remember that summer all those years ago, when Mingyu would bring these same cookies to work. After he found out you liked them, he would often bring you a batch of cookies.
"I hope these are still your favorite."
How on earth does he remember that? "What?"
"You used to love these cookies. I made an extra batch today just for you."
Reaching out you take the still warm cookie. "Mingyu, what is your game plan here?" You need to know how serious he is about you.
He wipes his hands on his apron. "Game plan?"
"Yeah, is this a game?" Maybe he's just trying to see if he can get the girl he had a fling with all those years ago.
He's silent for a moment. He takes off his apron and hangs it up. The kitchen suddenly feels so small. He walks towards you. "Sweetie, I'm a grown man pushing thirty. You're out of your mind if you think I'm playing a game with you. I'm serious about pursuing you."
"Oh." That's definitely not what you thought he would say to you.
"Why don't you try the cookie?"
Taking a bite, you're hit with the sweet nostalgic chocolately flavor. Your mouth instantly waters. It tastes just as good as they did all those years ago. His eyes are locked on yours as he watches you eat the cookie.
"Do you still love the cookie?"
"Yeah."
He gives you a smile. He truly is the perfect man. The way he looks at you has butterflies fluttering around your stomach.
"How about we go get coffee from Joshua's place, and then go out for lunch?"
"Okay."
"Give me a minute to get ready."
Mingyu leaves you alone for a minute so he can clean himself up. You stand there eating the delicious cookie.
He walks back towards you and hold his hand out. Without thinking, you lace your fingers with his.
Mingyu takes you to Joshua's coffee shop and you instantly smile as he orders the same soy vanilla latte you used to drink nonstop that summer. His fingers stay laced with yours. He leads you out of the coffee shop. You run into Joshua coming down from upstairs. The grin that instantly forms on his lips at the sight of you and Mingyu is a firm reminder he will be saying, "I told you so."
"Hey, Shua." Mingyu greets him.
"Where are you two off to?" Joshua asks.
"I'm taking her to the museum and then I was thinking we can grab food."
Joshua smiles glancing over at you. "Have fun you two."
He leads you back behind his bakery. You spot a small black suv parked there. You would know this car anywhere. It's the same car he got a few months before your summer together. You spent many evenings making out in the back seat of his car. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his keys. He unlocks the doors. He leads you over to the passenger side and opens the door. It's clear he's still very much a gentleman. He releases your hand and helps you inside.
He jogs to the drivers side as you buckle your seatbelt.
"I know I told Shua we were going to the museum, but what do you think about going to the aquarium?"
"Isn't that an hour away?" In your whole life you've lived here you've only taken the drive there maybe three times, and one of those times was with Mingyu. It was one of those random days you were both off. You had stayed over his place, and were woken up when he decided you needed to take a day trip. That day is a memory that lives in your mind on repeat.
"Yeah, but I don't mind driving. If I remember correctly you used to talk about how much you love jellyfish."
"I still do."
"Let's go to the aquarium."
The drive to the aquarium is relaxing. Mingyu sings along to the radio as his hand strums against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. He's truly a different man now, and fully mature, but you realize he's still that same twenty year old boy you spent the summer with.
Arriving at the aquarium, he jumps out of the car the moment he put it in park.
THREE: AN EMOTIONAL CONNECTION
Walking up to the ticket window, Mingyu pays for two tickets. He takes your hand leading you inside. Hand in hand, you walk into the room filled with tropical fish. He lets go of your hand as you walk closer to the glass. It's hard not to be completely enamored by the site of the vibrant fish.
Mingyu stays close to you, never too far away. He follows you with a smile plastered on his face. He loves watching you light up at the sight of all the fishes.
Heading down a hallway, you a huge smile takes over your face, at the sight of all the electric looking jellyfish surrounded by dark water. Mingyu stands behind you watching you carefully. He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo of you absolutely captivated.
Your hand rests on the thick glass. You didn't realize you missed coming here so badly. In the city there isn't an aquarium anywhere close.
Turning back you find him holding his phone watching you. "Are you filming me?"
"I don't want to ever forget seeing you this happy, again."
"Again?" You raise your brow.
"I should have filmed you the last time we were here."
The aquarium was amazing. Mingyu followed you around anywhere you could possibly want to go. He never complained even when you went back to the jellyfish room, twice.
Reluctantly you told him it's probably time to leave. For the last hour your stomach has been grumbling reminding you that you're indeed hungry. He mentions that he knows a good Italian restaurant about ten minutes away.
He drives you both over, you can't help but be curious if he knows about this place because he's taken someone here on a date before.
"How do you know about this place?" You ask as you're parked right outside.
"I came here with Wonwoo one day. A girl he likes used to work here."
"Is Wonwoo single?"
"Yeah, he's so wrapped up in work. I don't think he knows how to be in a relationship."
Heading inside you notice how quiet and quaint this place is. The waitress immediately takes you to a booth in the back. You look at the menu and notice this place is a fusion place. There is a miso pasta dish that sounds delicious.
"The uni pasta is what I got here last time." He says peaking up from his menu.
An older woman comes over with a notepad in hand. She takes your order and mentions a good wine pairing for each of your pastas you ordered.
She comes back over bringing you two glasses of white wine, and a basket of warm bread.
Mingyu grabs a warm piece of bread. He starts buttering it. "This is a great date."
He gives you a smile. "I remember how much you loved the aquarium when we were younger. I thought going to it would make you smile."
"It was lovely going back."
He hands out the butter piece of bread to you. "Do you plan on staying in Carat Ridge?" He asks.
"Yeah, my mom needs me."
"That's kind of you to move back home for her."
"I always assumed coming back home would hurt, but it doesn't."
He takes a small bite of the bread. "Why would it hurt?"
"Back in school, people weren't necessarily nice to me. I didn't have many people I could call friends here. I really only ever had Joshua, and Jeonghan."
"I would have been friends with you back then."
"Mingyu, you didn't really know me back then."
He lets out a sigh. He wishes he could go back in time and make his younger self talk to the cute girl with glasses in his chemistry class. He knows back then people were cruel to you, but he would never let anyone he was friends with ever say anything mean about you.
"I wish I would have spoken to you more back then."
The waitress comes over and places the food down in front of you. There is a silence that takes over the table. Both of you desperately want to say something, but neither of you do. Quietly you both start eating.
Taking slow bites of your pasta you watch him eat. There is this little voice eating away at you. You need to know what his expectations are. For a few years you've been struggling with intimacy.
"Mingyu?"
He stops eating and glances up at you."Yeah?"
"I don't know what your expectations are, but I need you to know something."
His brows knit together as a look of confusion plays across his face. "What's up?"
"When it comes to sex, and intimacy, I know we had sex back when we were twenty, but—" You feel so awkward having to have this conversation. "I don't have sex outside of a relationship now. I need a strong emotional connection."
"That's fine. I want that too. I know you probably think I'm some fuck boy, but I'm not. I like to only have sex with women I'm dating."
"Oh."
"We can do this on your timeframe."
He gives you a smile with those golden retriever eyes before taking another bite of his pasta. "Sweetie?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm serious about actually dating you. I'm not just trying to get into your pants."
A smile tugs at your lips. Sticking your fork into the pasta you take another bite.
You've built up a lot of walls over the years. Maybe it's time you start letting them down. Mingyu has made it clear he wants to try and build something real with you.
FOUR: YOU GIVE ME BUTTERFLIES
Things with Mingyu feel like a whirlwind. You never expected to reconnect with him like this. Realistically you thought he would have forgotten you after all these years. No matter how much you cared for him that summer, you tried your hardest after going back to school to tell yourself he was just a fling. It took a while but you eventually moved on. You eventually start seeing a boy you fell in love with. You stayed with him until a year after college. Since then you have tried dating to no success. Coming back home, you had no intention of starting a relationship with anyone, let alone Mingyu.
Things with him are easy. He's attentive and kind. You wake up to a good morning text everyday.
You've spent the day glued to your computer working. You have a draft that you've been looking at the past two days. You haven't done much other than be stuck staring at your computer. You're just about finished and then you're free tomorrow.
Your phone vibrates on your desk. You glance over to see a new message from Mingyu.
4:56pm Mingyu: how is work going?
4:57pm Sweetie: I'm finally finishing up this project.
4:57pm Mingyu: I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place tonight? Cheol and Dove are coming over to have dinner with me and Wonwoo.
Since you started seeing Mingyu, you have been getting to know his friends more. It's not unusual for you to end up at Mingyu place at night. It still feels a little strange hanging out with his friends. You're trying your hardest to let down your walls, and to fully embrace dating Mingyu.
5:01pm Sweetie: Sure I can come over.
5:01pm Mingyu: I can pick you up. What time did you want to come over?
5:02pm Sweetie: I'll be done with work in a half hour. I just need like twenty minutes to get ready after.
5:03pm Mingyu: Can you stay over tonight again?
5:04pm Sweetie: Yea.
In the last week, you've found yourself having sleepovers with Mingyu. Nothing sexual has unfolded between the two of you. The most you've done is have some pretty intense make out sessions.
The moment you finish working, you start getting ready. You pack a small overnight bag. There is a knock on your door. Rushing over, you open it and find Mingyu standing on the other side.
Dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of jeans, he looks effortlessly handsome. He wastes no time leaning down and pressing his lips to yours for a kiss.
"Hello beautiful." He loves to greet you like this. Every time he does it, those two simple words fill your stomach with fluttering butterflies.
"I'm ready."
You pull away and grab your bag you have sitting on the couch.
As soon as you get to Mingyu's place you sit in the kitchen while he starts cooking dinner. Your laptop is in front of you while you're scrolling around online shopping. You and Mingyu are talking about random things.
Wonwoo pops in from work, and gives you a smile. "What time is Cheol and Dove getting here?"
"I think an hour?" Mingyu responds.
"Okay. I'm going to take a quick shower."
"Sweetie is staying over tonight." Mingyu has really latched on to your nickname he called you all those years ago. It's rare he calls you your actual name anymore. You don't think he's ever said your name around Wonwoo.
"Sounds good."
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As soon as Wonwoo is ready Seungcheol and Dove arrive. Dove waddles in slowly. She's basically at her due date now. Seungcheol plays the role of the doting husband perfectly.
Everyone meets at the kitchen table. Seungcheol and Dove on one side. You and Mingyu across from them, and Wonwoo is sitting between the two boys.
Everyone is enjoying the delicious meal Mingyu prepared. It feels almost seamless, the way you fit into Mingyu's friend group.
Mingyu's hand rests on your thigh as everyone sits at the table just chatting.
Dove's hand rests on her round stomach as she leans back. "I'm so ready to no longer be pregnant."
Seungcheol reaches over resting his hand next to hers on her stomach. "Babe any day you're going to go into labor."
"Remind me why I let you get me pregnant?" She laughs.
"I wouldn't say you let him." Wonwoo barks out a laugh.
"Oh you're right, Cheol doesn't like condoms." Dove laughs.
Seungcheol's cheeks immediately turn bright red. "Hey, we both knew the risk."
She leans over resting her hand on his cheek. "I know we did. It turns out I love you and thought you would be a good dad."
The way Seungcheol looks at Dove you can tell how much he loves her. Mingyu's large hand rests on your soft thigh. He gives it a squeeze catching your attention. Glancing over at him, he gives you a gentle smile. Without thinking you lean over pressing your lips to his for a soft kiss.
"Let's hope the baby gets Dove's looks." Wonwoo laughs before taking a bite of his food. Seungcheol instantly pouts, Dove leans over and kisses his cheek quickly. "I think my baby daddy is pretty good looking."
"Baby daddy? That's what you see me as?" Seungcheol responds.
"I don't see a wedding ring on her finger." Mingyu says joining in.
"Excuse me. I proposed before I knocked her up. My beloved fiancée is the one who isn’t in a hurry to get married."
By the look and smile plastered across Dove's face, it's very clear they have had this conversation before.
"Cheol if you were my husband, I would still call you my baby daddy."
He lets out a groan and rolls his eyes. "Whatever, baby mama."
"I like the sound of that." She laughs.
After a couple hours Seungcheol and Dove head home. Wonwoo helps clean up the kitchen before heading off to his room. Standing in the kitchen you and Mingyu are sipping on a bottle of beer.
"I like your friends a lot." You lean against the kitchen counter.
"They like you a lot. Dove appreciates having another girl around." He takes a sip of the biter liquid. There is something extra delicious about Mingyu standing there drinking from a bottle of beer.
"Thats good." You set the bottle down on the counter next to you.
He chugs the rest and a little bit of the foam seeps out of top. Without thinking he licks the neck of the bottle. Biting your bottom lip you try not to moan at the sight of him erotically licking the bottle.
He glances at you and can tell you're turned on. "Sweetie?"
"Yes?" He takes a step closer to you.
"I like you a lot."
"Oh?" He takes another step closer to you.
"I like you so much." He stops standing right in front of you. He places the empty bottle of beer on the counter next to you. "Do you like me?" He leans in with his face a few inches from yours. His hands are on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.
"I like you too."
"You just like me?" His nose brushes against yours.
Leaning up, your lips brush against his. "I like you a lot." You whisper slowly.
A small moment passes before he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is heated, he wastes no time sliding his tongue against the seam of your lips. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close to you. He doesn't kiss you like the naive twenty year old he used to be. He kisses you like the grown man that had yearned for you for years.
Pulling away you're both panting. Who knew a small kiss could turn you on like this?
"Maybe we should go to bed?" He says with his nose brushing against yours.
"Going to bed sounds like a good idea." You lean in with your lips brushing against his.
He grabs your hand pulling you off to his room. Things between you cool down a little bit. Mingyu takes a shower and you lay in bed scrolling through your phone.
You're torn between wanting to climb Mingyu like a tree, and wanting to take it slow. You know if you take it slow, it's just going to build your emotional connection more and more.
Eventually Mingyu joins you in bed. He's dressed in a pair of low sitting lounge pants that shows off not only his mouth watering v lines, but the small patch of pubic hair is peaking out. Closing your eyes you push away all the horny lust filled thoughts that are swirling around in your brain.
The moment he's in bed he pulls your body close to him. He's curled up behind you spooning you.
"I love being able to hold you." He says before pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.
"I like this too."
It doesn't take long before you're both sound asleep with Mingyu holding you close.
FIVE: WANTING SOMETHING MORE
It's been two months since you started seeing Mingyu. Things between you are great, honestly they're probably better than great. He is basically your boyfriend, but you haven't been brave enough to put a label on things. Mingyu made it clear very early on, that any steps forward in the relationship will be your choice. He said he'll give you anything you want, and follow any lead you give. Things sexually between you, haven't progressed past making out and some dry humping. You thought by now, maybe Mingyu would make a move, but he hasn't. He's been a gentleman in every sense of the word.
Today has been terrible to say the least. Attempting to figure out the books for your mother's business has left you stressed and feeling on edge. You've been working on them all day. You've been locked away in your mothers office. At this point you want to relieve some stress.
Grabbing your phone on the table you open your messages to Mingyu.
6:32pm Sweetie: Hey
6:33pm Mingyu: Hey pretty girl.
6:33pm Sweetie: Today has been exhausting.
6:34pm Mingyu: I'm sorry to hear that. Is everything okay?
6:35pm Sweetie: yeah, just dealing with the books for my mom, feels like it's fried my brain. I just wanna lay down and not think.
6:36pm Mingyu: Have you eaten?
6:37pm Sweetie: I had the croissant you gave me last night.
You've spent the whole day helping your mom on your day off. You're running on a latte with two extra shots and a croissant. You're starting to get a headache and you just want to go home, and honestly you want to see Mingyu.
6:37pm Mingyu: That's not enough food.
6:38pm Sweetie: I know. Can I ask for you to come to my place and spend the night?
6:38pm Mingyu: I'm finishing up at the gym with Wonwoo. Let me shower and I'll come over.
6:39pm Sweetie: Just come straight over. You can shower here.
The lust filled part of your brain wants to see him sweaty coming straight from the gym.
6:40pm Mingyu: okay. I'm going to order your favorite Thai and have it delivered.
6:41pm Sweetie: okay see you soon.
Twenty minutes later, Mingyu is walking into your apartment. He's holding his gym bag, and is dressed in a pair of sweatpants and black tank top that's fitted and sticking to his sweaty skin. He wastes no time leaning down and pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss.
Your hand clings to his tank top. You've had a rough day, and nothing sounds better than being close to him.
"I should shower." An idea pops into your head. You lean up pressing your lips to his for another kiss. "Sweetie, I'm gross and should shower."
"Can I shower with you?" You haven't had sex yet, but a little fooling around in the shower could be fun.
He pulls back and raises his brow. "I thought we were taking things slow?"
"We are, and I'm ready to fool around in the shower." He silently stares at you, trying to figure out what is going on in your mind. "If you're not ready, it's fine." You suddenly feel so stupid.
He tilts your head back with his thumb and index finger. "I'm ready. I've been ready to do everything with you. I just don't want to rush you."
You pull away from him and give him a smile. "Gyu, you're not rushing me."
You take off for the bathroom and hear him following right behind you. Walking into the bathroom you turn on the water, giving it a minute to warm up. Mingyu stands by the door like a statue, just watching you.
You start stripping away your clothes, almost as if you're putting on a show for him. Turning around you raise your brow at him. "Are you going to get naked or just stand there?"
Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water engulf you. The glass door slides shut, Mingyu steps closer to you. Back when you were both twenty, and couldn't keep your hands to yourself, Mingyu looked absolutely gorgeous. Now he's almost thirty and his body is toned and thick. Your eyes travels down to his cock, that definitely is bigger than you remember. He steps closer to you, so that the warm water is hitting both of you.
"How have we not gotten naked before this?" You ask, earning a smile from him.
"You wanted to make sure we had a strong emotional connection." He leans in closer. His wet body is presses against yours. "How is our connection feeling?"
You step back and run your fingers down his wet golden skin. Brushing his belly button, making him inhale a deep breath.
"Super strong," he sighs.
Your fingers drag across his soft length. With each passing moment he's hardening in your hand.
The way he tilts his head back is a beautiful sight. His eyes are squeezed shut, as he takes staggered breaths.
You think back to that summer, and remember all the ways he likes to be touched. Focusing on the mushroom tip, you notice he's still extra sensitive there.
Stepping back away from the water, you drop to your knees in front of him. His eyes go wide, looking down at you he shakes his head.
"Not in the shower, baby. Let's clean up and we can continue on your bed."
"Okay."
True to his word, he takes his time washing both your bodies before he pulls you out of the shower. Wrapping you in a towel, he works on drying you off before patting your ass. Running off to your room, you toss the fluffy towel in the hamper.Laying down on the bed, you naked body is fully on display.
The sight of him standing at the foot of the bed with just a towel wrapped around his glistening naked body is mouth watering. Spreading your legs you make a come hither motion. The bed dips, as he places a knee on the bed. The fluffy white towel is long gone. His gorgeous body is fully naked, on display. His cock is still hard, from fooling around in the shower.
"How far do you want to go?" God you wanna beg to go all the way. You wanna feel his massive cock stretching you out again, but you shouldn't cross every line tonight. Tomorrow is a different story, you should pace yourself.
"I want you in my mouth." During that summer, you only ever gave him head once. The size of his cock, was too much for your inexperienced self. Mingyu was fine with that and never complained. He's always been more of a giver, then a taker.
"I thought I'm too big?" He teases.
"I've learned a few things over the years."
He crawls on the bed, he makes his way over to you. His hands are on either side of you, caging you in.
"Let me taste you first." He leans in with his nose against yours. "I've missed having you like this."
"I remember the first time I ever made you cum." He vividly remembers the first time he fingered you. He thought it was so cute the way you squirmed with his fingers on you. "I bet you taste just as sweet as I remember." He starts leaving a trail of kisses from your lips down your neck. He takes his time to kiss and toy with each of your nipples.
"Gyu, don't tease me."
"I would never do that, baby." He slowly slides down your body. He starts kissing your belly button down to your needy core. The sight of him between your legs is absolutely intoxicating. He parts your folds before diving in. The first lick of his tongue flat against your clit, makes your eyes roll back in your head. He's practically making out with your pussy. He switches between licking, and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers tangle in his dark locks, holding him closer to you. All the muscles in your body feel alive. One hand stays tangled in his while the other grips your blush colored sheets below you. The lewd sounds of his lips tasting you, aren't even covered by your whiny whimpers and moans leaving your lips.
"Ming—" Your brain can barely function.
He looks up at you with his eyes filled with need. He never stops licking your clit. Your fingers release his hair. Laying down you stare at the ceiling. The coil in your tummy is tightening more and more.
"Mingyu—" his name is nothing more than a whiny plea.
"You're still so good for me." Pushing yourself on to your elbows you look down at him. "You're so close, I can tell. Sweetie, can you cum or me?"
Wordlessly you nod your head. In this moment you think you would do anything he asks. He sucks on your clit a little harder, pushing you over the edge. The free fall off the cliff is like nothing you've ever experienced before. Your walls flutter around his single finger he's started thrusting in and out of you, helping you ride out your earth shattering high.
"Oh my god." You sigh, closing your eyes.
Mingyu slowly pulls away. His eyes stay locked on you, he dips his fingers into his mouth, licking away your release.
Sitting on his knees between your spread legs he finally speaks. "You taste just as sweet as I remember." If you weren't already turned on, you would be now. Your eyes can't focus on anything other than the massive cock that is full hard in front of you. "Baby, you seem distracted." That's an understatement, you're cock drunk, and you haven't even gotten to touch it yet.
He starts slowly stroking himself, staring at you. Pushing yourself up, you desperately want to get closer to him. He tries not to laugh, watching you scramble to move. You're sitting on your knees in front of him. His hand rests on your neck, leaning down, he presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss. There is something intoxicating about the fact you can taste yourself on his tongue.
"Lay down for me." You say with your lips against his.
He gives you one more kiss before laying down on the bed. His straining length is standing there proud and ready. Laying the bed between his spread legs, you slowly start pumping his length. That summer together you mastered the art of giving him a hand job. Start stroking. The base of his length while licking his rosy mushroom tip. Resting on his elbows he watches you carefully with lust blown eyes. Your eyes stay locked on yours.
You start shallowly taking him into your mouth until he's brushing the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose, you focus on letting his slip pass your gag reflex. Your eyes water, and. You let him slip into your throat. A slew of whimpers and moans leave his mouth. One hand rests on your hair, helping to guide you up and down his length.
Pulling off his cock, you look up at him through your lashes. You go back to pumping his length while licking the sensitive head.
"Fuck, baby you're so good at this now."
"Thanks," you whisper between licks.
Taking his full length into your mouth, you bob your head up and down. You focusing on his balls, while you take him as deep as he'll go." It's clear he's close to coming. He's starting to babble on and on. He's spewing out sweet words and incoherent sentences.
"Baby—" it's a broken moan.
You pull off him, a string of saliva is connecting your lips to his glistening cock. "Yes?"
"I'm going to cum."
"Okay."
You take him back into your mouth. You want him to finish in your mouth. You bob your head up and down, stroking the base of his length. His fingers stay tangled in your hair.
"Fuck, baby—"
His stomach muscles tighten, as he finds his release. He fills your mouth with his milky release. Without thinking you swallow every last drop.
Mingyu lays there looking dazed for a moment. You sit back on your knees looking down at him.
He pushes himself up. He reaches out, pulling you forward. You straddle his thighs. His hands roam your bare back.
"That was incredible." He says with his nose resting against yours.
Leaning in, you press your lips against his. "I think I've gotten pretty good at that."
He pulls away smiling, "that’s an understatement."
Mingyu takes his time getting both of you cleaned up, before joining you in bed. Laying there with him holding you close, you feel as if this is where you're supposed to be.
SIX: BRIGHT LIGHTS AND CITYSCAPES
It's a day where you and Mingyu decided you were going to spend the entire day together. Mingyu started the morning making you both breakfast. You're dressed in nothing but a pair of panties, and a baggy shirt. Mingyu looks mouth watering in just a tight pair of boxer briefs. His beautiful golden skin is on full display.
Sitting at the kitchen table your laptop is in front of you. You're reading some emails while he’s cooking.
He walks over, sitting a plate in front of you. Closing your laptop you put it away. You just want to focus on him, and not on anything related to your job or your mothers company.
He brings back a cup of coffee, before sitting down across from you.
"I made your latte just the way you like it." Mingyu is a dream, you often find yourself wondering why he likes you so much.
"Thank you."
You both start eating your breakfast and making small talk.
"What do you think about going to see Seungcheol and Dove this evening? They mentioned wanting to see the baby." About two weeks ago, Dove gave birth to a beautiful little girl.
"Sure I would love to see little Luna."
"Dove mentioned wanting to have pasta for dinner. Cheol also asked if we could bring a bottle of beer."
Since you've started seeing Mingyu again, you now see his friends as yours. You love getting to know them. You can't wait to fully get to know their daughter.
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Arriving at Seungcheol, and Dove's home, you're greeted by Seungcheol, holding his beautiful baby girl. Mingyu immediately starts gushing over the baby. You can't help but smile.
Dove sees you and pulls you off to the kitchen. She looks incredible, you can't even tell she just had a baby. She's dressed in a sundress walking around the kitchen. She makes you a glass of lemonade, and sits down at the table across from you.
"How is motherhood?" You ask before taking a sip of the lemonade.
she lets out a little laugh, "It's been great. God I love Luna. I can't lie and say I'm not exhausted though. Neither me nor Cheol have properly slept since she was born.'
"You don't look like you're exhausted."
"Cheol let me take a two hour nap this morning. I have to say, he's being an angel. If Luna wakes up in the middle of the night, he always gets up." With everything you know about Seungcheol, and everything Mingyu has said, you aren't shocked he's a great dad.
The boys join you in the kitchen. Mingyu is holding Luna, looking absolutely adorable.
Your evening is spent getting to know the newest little edition to the friend group. Dove made everyone a delicious pesto pasta. Around nine they've managed to get Luna to fall asleep. You and Mingyu say your goodbyes before heading out.
You're both standing outside Seungcheol and Dove's house.
"Did you wanna go see the lights?" He leans against his car.
"The lights?"
"You can see the town night up on the hill." Your stomach knots. You know exactly which hill he's talking about. Lookout Ridge is the place all the college kids would go to hook up back in the day. You aren't sure if that's still the case, but it feels strange being invited to go up there.
"Sure."
Hopping into his car, he wastes no time lacing his fingers with yours. It's about a thirty minute drive up the dark hill. The whole way up you don't see any other cars. You're fully alone to take in the sight of your town and the stars above.
There's trees between the road and where you parked, giving you some privacy.
Getting out of the car you walk closer to the edge. Mingyu silently follows behind you. "I've never actually been here before."
"Really?" He's surprised, he thought everyone back in school came here.
"I didn't exactly have boys knocking on my door to hook up. I didn't really have a reason to come to a hook up spot."
"People don't just come up here to hook up." He leans against the hood of his car. "I used to come up here late at night the night before big games. I would stand here and just stare at all the lights. It helped calm me down."
Standing by the railing you look at all the lights. It feels odd being at a place you had always heard rumors about as a teen. Back then you dreamed of what it would be like to have a boy like you enough to bring you up here.
Mingyu walks up behind you, he wraps his arms around your soft stomach. He rests his chin on top of your head.
"The lights are beautiful."
"You know back in high school, I thought you were so cute, but you didn't seem like you were interested in me."
His statement catches you off guard. Back in school you didn't even think Mingyu knew your name. Plenty of other girls chased after him, why would he need to notice you?
"Mingyu, you were the golden boy in high school, and I was just a book worm. I was shy and barely had any friends other than Joshua and Jeonghan."
He squeezes you a little tighter. "When you walked into that coffee shop that summer… I knew I was screwed."
"Screwed?"
"I knew I would fall hard and fast for you."
His words knock the oxygen right of your lungs. You knew you fell for Mingyu that summer during college, but you had no clue he felt the same way. "I watched the way you smiled the moment you saw Joshua, and I hoped and prayed one day you would smile like that because of me."
Back in college you were so insecure, there was no way you could imagine Mingyu would feel that way. He treated you so well, and that whole summer felt as if there was a ticking time bomb hovering over your head.
"It was a great summer." You pull away from him.
He stares at you with a confused look playing across his face. "Yeah."
"I had a lot of firsts with you that summer." You can't bring yourself to admit it to him, but you fell so hard for him. Even after everything imploded, you went back to college with a slowly cracking heart. Days passed since you last saw him, and you knew deep down inside it was over. Even when you tried to somewhat make it work. You never labeled what you had. For the first six months you talked to Mingyu almost every day and then you just slowly drifted apart more and more each day.
He holds your face with both his hands. Without a second thought, he crashes his lips into yours. This kiss feels different, it feels frantic. Almost as if he's trying to prove something to you.
Pulling away you rest your nose against his. "We're technically at a hook up spot."
The corner of his mouth tugs up. You loop your finger into his belt loop and tug a little. He's a large man and a force to move, but you managed to catch him off guard some.
"What do you want, sweetie?"
"I've never had sex in the back seat of a car."
"It's not as fun as people think it is." He leans in close to you.
"Okay, we don't have to." You step back from him.
He watches you walk towards his car. He wishes he could explain what you do to him. He walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach again. He pulls your soft body, flush against him.
"Is that what you want? Did you want me to fuck you in the back seat of my car?"
"I was hoping I could ride you."
"Be my guest." He whispers in your ear.
You pull him off to the car, giggling. Things happen quickly. Sitting on his lap in the back seat in his car you wonder how many times he’s gone up to this same spot before with other girls. Back in high school you heard so many rumors about this place. Everyone talks about this being the spot college kids would come to. You've removed your jeans, and you're left in just your thong and a bra. Mingyu is shirtless, with his pants pushed down to his knees.
His hard length sits between you standing tall. Your hand slowly strokes him. His hands are all over the place. He rotates between kissing your neck, and making out with you. He moans against the delicate skin of your neck, and you focus on playing with the rosy bulbous tip.
"Fuck," he moans. "Sweetie, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."
You give him an innocent smile, fluttering your lashes at him.
"Condom?" He asks.
"I'm on birth control."
"You're okay with going raw?" He's trying his hardest to speak logically right now. That summer you spent together, he went through too many condoms to count. He never even thought going raw was an option.
"Yes."
Lifting up you pull your panties to the side. Mingyu holds his cock up, helping guide you down his length. Slowly you slide down, his cock giving yourself a moment to adjust to the sheer size of him.
"God you're still so tight." In all your years of having sex since that summer you shared together, no man had compared to your time you shared with Mingyu.
"You're fucking huge." You sigh. The smile that forms on his face couldn't make the strongest person weak.
Your body sings as you roll your hips forward. Your clit brushes the patch of pubic hair, making your body feel like a live wire. His hands grip your hips helping to move your body. Instead of bouncing up and down you've decided to keep up this rolling technique. Mingyu's lips are anywhere they can possibly reach. The car is filled with. echoing moans and the sounds of wet skin hitting wet skin.
"You feel so good." He moans. It's clear even after all these years Mingyu is still very verbal in bed.
Your fingers tangle in his dark locks, holding him close to you. Tilting your head back, your lips part as loud moans spill out.
He cock is curved just enough that he's brushing that special spot inside of you. His lips move down your neck leaving a wet trail in his wake. A few of these love bites are bound to leave a mark. He focuses on your breast. He gropes one while the other nipple is in his mouth. He nips and sucks on your pert nipples. Your eyes are practically rolled back in your head. Thank god you're far away from anyone who could hear your loud whimpers and moans.
He pulls away from your breast and looks at you with his big doe eyes. "Baby, can you move faster?" You would do anything he asks, if he'll look at you like that again.
Using your knees, you start bouncing on his length. His large hands grip your sides. He helps move you up and down his cock, at a steady pace. You both just keep moaning. The windows are covered with a film of condensation. The car is definitely rocking with both your movements. If someone drove up, they would definitely be able to tell what is unfolding between the two of you. Reaching between the two of you, Mingyu plays with your sensitive clit.
"Gyu—" your whole body feels tense.
"Fuck—" he groans rolling his head back.
Your high hits you like a tidal wave. A white hot wave washes over you. Your walls flutter like a heartbeat, squeezing his cock with each sloppy thrust. He holds on to you, lifting his hips. His own high is rapidly approaching.
The air is knocked out of his lungs. He paints your walls with his milky white release. You both stop moving. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him. His lips leave a trail of kisses against your neck.
You aren't quite sure you've ever had an orgasm that intense.
"God that was incredible." He pulls back from you slowly.
"That was better than I remember." Even after Mingyu, no man has ever made you cum that hard.
"No woman has ever compared to you." He starts leaving a trail of kisses across your jaw. Mingyu used to always talk after sex, but this feels different.
"I highly doubt that." You pull back a little.
“I never stopped thinking about that summer we spent together?” He leans in close with his nose brushing yours. "Do you still think about it too?"
“Mingyu we were twenty back then, we’re pushing thirty now. We shouldn’t be thinking about a summer that felt like a lifetime ago.” He pulls back and his face instantly falls.
“You act like that summer didn’t matter.” He’s hurt, that summer meant so much to him, and you’re just brushing it off.
“Mingyu—”
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now.” He shifts pulling away from you.
"Mingyu, of course I think about it. It's just hard to wrap my head around the fact that you still have feelings for me."
"Why is it so hard? We've been seeing each other for two months."
"Mingyu, it's been almost eight, almost nine years. You can't tell me no other woman has caught your eye?"
"I've dated around, but I haven't had anything super serious. No matter how hard I try I've always thought about our summer together. Why are you acting like it's crazy that I love you." Those last three words hit you like a ton of bricks. The air is suddenly knocked out of your lungs.
"Mingyu—"
The back seat of his car feels excruciatingly small. The look on Mingyu's face stings. You've never seen him look this upset before. "I should take you home." He doesn't even give you a chance to respond to those three words.
"Okay." You crawl off him.
Grabbing your clothes off the floorboard you try your hardest to get dressed quickly. Mingyu pulls up his pants and pulls his shirt on. He gets out of the car and stands there staring at the lights for a minute. Silently you crawl into the passenger seat.
Everything you've built has started crumbling down around you. You stare at the back of Mingyu for what feels like a lifetime. He turns around and you instantly notice his eyes are red.
Screaming silence fills the car as he drives you back home. He stops outside your building. He turns the car off and takes a deep breath before turning to face you.
"Mingyu—"
"Goodnight, sweetie." He kisses your cheek before pulling away. There's nothing more he says. He just looks forward down the street. Tears brim your eyes, you and your insecurities have become the downfall of you and him. He confessed he loves you, you didn't even say anything other than his name.
Unbuckling you silently get out of the car. Before closing the door you glance at Mingyu, to see tears sliding down his face. You want to apologize, you want to tell him you're scared, but you can't. Opening your mouth no words come out. The crushing feeling in your chest is a firm reminder that you broke both your hearts. He glances at you, brushing away his tears. He nods his head silently towards the door.
Shutting the door, you walk upstairs. You stop in front of your door. Those silent tears have turned into silent sobs. You don't bother reaching for your keys, you walk to the door next to yours. You knock on Joshua's door, hoping and praying he's home.
The door swings open and Joshua stands there looking surprised to see you.
"What's wrong?" He grabs you and pulls you into a hug.
"I think me and Mingyu are done. I messed up tonight." The flood gates have opened as you sob into Joshua's chest.
Joshua being the good best friend he is, just holds you while you cry. He slowly rubs your back, repeating over and over that you'll be fine.
After some time the tears have finally slowed and you're sitting on Joshua's couch. He reaches up, pushing the tears away from your cheek. "What happened?"
"Mingyu brought up that summer and asked if I thought about it, and I just brushed him off. He then told me it's not hard to believe he fell in love with me now, and I couldn't bring myself to say anything."
Joshua gives you a pained look. "I know you don't want to believe it, but he's always liked you. I think before you try to fix things with him, you need to figure out if you're capable of fully letting your walls down with him."
SEVEN: WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?
In the morning you wake up and stare at your phone. You don’t see your normal good morning text from Mingyu.
Pulling yourself out of bed you force yourself to shower, and to get ready. You need to get some work done, and try to function like a normal human today.
Sitting on your living room couch you try to figure out what you should even do. You want to reach out to Mingyu, but you're honestly scared.
There is a knock at your door. There is this part inside of you that hopes it's Mingyu. That you'll open the door and you'll be able to fix everything you messed up last night.
Opening the door, you can't be surprised when you see not only Joshua standing there but also Jeonghan. Since moving home you haven't been able to see him. He moved about an hour away from your town, and every time Joshua has gone to see him, you haven't been able to go. When you moved away, Jeonghan always came to see you a handful of times a year. He's always stayed a staple in your life.
Your eyes brim with tears. Without thinking you rush into Jeonghan's arms. He rubs your back, holding you close.
"Shua, said you needed both of us."
Pulling back you silently nod your head. "Did he tell you about Mingyu?"
"Yeah I know all about golden boy." He refers to him as the same nickname he used all those years ago.
"Are you able to take a few days off, maybe more?" Jeonghan asks.
"Yeah."
"Pack a bag, you and Joshua are going to stay at my place tonight."
You look over at Joshua and he gives you a gentle smile. "I'm already packed."
"Okay."
Shutting off your mind, you start packing an overnight bag. You pick up your phone and send your mom a message, telling her you're going away for two days.
Going to your conversation with Mingyu, you read over your last few messages you had shared.
Being brave you send him a message.
10:12am Sweetie: Good morning Gyu.
10:13am Mingyu: Morning.
That was short and to the point. That definitely stings. Grabbing your back you head out to the living area where the boys are waiting for you. You head downstairs to where Joshua's car is waiting. Getting into the back seat you pull out your phone knowing you need to text Mingyu again.
10:25am Sweetie: I wanted to let you know I'm going to Jeonghan's house for a few days.
If he doesn't respond to you, you won't blame him. You're shocked even answered you at all today.
Joshua and Jeonghan are chatting about something in the front seat. Closing your eyes you lean your head against the window.
For a chunk of the hour drive to Jeonghan's town you slept. He pulls into his driveway slowly. He lives in a house in the city by the ocean.
Slowly your eyes flutter open. Grabbing your phone you see a message from Mingyu.
11:20am Mingyu: okay be safe.
The back door opens, Joshua reaches in grabbing your dufflebag.
Heading inside you look around Jeonghan's home. He moved here about six months before you moved back home. He took a job in this town, when he got a big promotion. His place has a modern minimalist design. Joshua often comes out here a couple times a month.
Joshua takes your bag, to where you assume is the guest room. Jeonghan stays in the living room with you.
"How about I give you a tour?"
Jeonghan leads you around his two floor three bedroom place. His house is absolutely beautiful. He ends the tour in the guest room you'll be staying in.
"Hannie, thank you for bringing me here."
Jeonghan leans against the door frame. "I wish I was able to see you sooner. Work has been crazy and I was gone for a month for work."
"I know things have been crazy. I should have driven up here."
"I'm just glad I could be here for you now. Shua called me last night after you went home, and he told me you needed us."
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you look around the room that's decorated with a queen size bed, that sits under a window. There are two grey nightstands on both sides of the bed, and matching grey dresser, across from the bed.
"You can stay here as long as you want." Jeonghan says.
"I told Shua to order food from a really good Thai place."
-
Sitting at the kitchen table, you and the two boys are eating delicious take out and sipping on large glasses of wine. Joshua is too busy going on about some coworker Jeonghan has a crush on. This feels like old times. That summer you went home from school was the last time you and the boys were able to have a sleepover like this.
The boys are doing a decent job at distracting you, but you keep thinking back to Mingyu. You know he would fit in perfectly with you and he two boys.
Opening your phone you look to see if maybe, Mingyu sent you another message. Your chest burns, when you see he hasn't said anything else.
Joshua reaches over and squeezes your hand. Glancing up, you find both boys looking at you.
"Are you okay?" Joshua asks.
"Yea." You lie. No matter how much you wish you were okay, you aren't.
The night goes on and you often keep thinking about Mingyu, you want to know if he's thinking about you.
The next day Jeonghan takes you and Joshua around town. He shows you his favorite book store, and his favorite Japanese restaurant. He's doing a great job at keeping you distracted.
The following morning Joshua heads back home, saying he needs to do something at his coffee shop. You don't go home, you make the decision to stay with Jeonghan. You brought your laptop, so you're able to work from here.
Day four of staying with Jeonghan you can't stop thinking about Mingyu. You've been talking to him over the last few days, but things aren't the same. At this point you feel like you're just making small talk. You miss and you miss the relationship you had built.
It's just you and Jeonghan sitting in the kitchen. He just got home from work, and brought you food from a restaurant near his office that he loves. He's sipping on a cup of tea while you push around the food on your plate.
"So Kim Mingyu?" He's been watching you stare at a photo of you and Mingyu that you have saved on your phone.
You glance up. "Yea, Mingyu."
"So the golden boy never got over you?" Jeonghan asked before taking a sip of his tea.
"I didn't think that summer I shared with him mattered that much to him."
Jeonghan lets out a laugh. "You know after you went back to school, Mingyu never shut up about you?"
"How do you know?"
"Well I'm friends with Seungcheol, which made me friends with the golden boy."
"Oh."
"Mingyu talked about you all the time. He even brings you up anytime he sees me. A handful of times I've gotten drunk texts from him, asking about you."
You never knew that Mingyu asked about you over the years. You sure as hell didn't know that he sends drunk texts about you.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you acted like you wanted to forget the whole thing even happened." Jeonghan is one of your closest friends. Even though you haven't been able to see him in about four months, you know he's always there for you.
"I didn't think that summer meant anything."
He leans forward resting his elbows on the table. "I know that summer was a lifetime ago, but you guys have clearly started something pretty serious."
"He said he loves me."
"Do you love him?" His question leaves an ache in your chest. Tears brim your eyes thinking about Mingyu’s face, as he confessed his love.
"I think so."
"I don't think you need to be afraid of letting yourself love him." Jeonghan leans over, resting his hand on your cheek, he pushes away your tears. "Mingyu is a good guy."
Sniffling you nod your head.
"I think you and Mingyu should talk about this sooner rather than later."
He's right, you should have a long conversation with Mingyu soon. "I know."
-
Mingyu has been absolutely miserable since he dropped you off after that night on the hill. He's thrown himself into work, an attempt to numb the pain. It's been five days and he knows you're staying at Jeonghan's house. He ran into Joshua, and before he could even ask about you Joshua told him you're still gone.
He offered to join Wonwoo and Vernon at the bar, but he couldn't bring himself to go out and act like everything is fine. He's settled on ordering his favorite take out and laying around moping.
He sees a message from you. You've been occasionally texting him, and honestly seeing your message remind him of the pain and sadness.
6:01pm Sweetie: I've been thinking about you a lot. I miss you.
Before he can even respond he sees a text from Jeonghan.
From Jeonghan 6:02pm: Hey, Gyu. I know you didn't expect to hear from me. But (Y/N) is here and to be honest she's a mess.
From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:04pm: I miss her.
From Jeonghan 6:05pm: You need to give her another chance.
From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:07pm: Hannie, she doesn't like me, as much I as I like her.
From Jeonghan 6:07pm: Dude, just drive to my place and talk to her. She likes you dude, like a lot. She's just scared.
From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:08pm: when?
From Jeonghan 6:10pm: drive up tonight. You can stay here, and if things go well, you can bring her home.
From Mingyu to Jeonghan 6:10pm: Okay.
He opens your texts and stares at it for a moment. No matter how hurt he is, he can't deny how hard he's fallen in love with you.
6:15pm Mingyu: I miss you too.
Closing his phone, he tosses it on the couch and heads off to his room to pack a backpack. It's eight at night when he's finally on the road to see you.
The hour drive feels like a lifetime. He's been to Jeonghan's house a few times with Seungcheol, so he knew exactly how to get here.
Parking his car at the curb he looks up at the house. He wonders if he should have told you he was coming. No girl has ever made him feel like you do. Technically you didn't break up, but this feels like a break up. Turning his car off, he takes a deep breath.
Reaching into the passenger seat, he grabs his backpack. Getting out of the car, he heads up the stone path. He knocks on the door and waits.
The door swings open and there you stand looking surprised to see him.
"Mingyu?"
"Hi, sweetie." It's taking everything in him, not to wrap his arms around you and kiss you.
"What are you doing here?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "I needed to see you."
"Oh."
Reaching out, he rests his hand on your cheek. Closing your eyes, you lean into his hand. He slowly drags his thumb across your delicate skin.
"Mingyu, I'm sorry." You whisper.
"I shouldn't have left you that night. We should have tried to figure this out." He leans in closer.
"I need you to know, I do think about that summer. I haven't stopped thinking about you. I fell in love with you that summer, and I fell in love with you again now." The weight has been lifted off your chest. It might have been hard to admit, but you are so in love with Mingyu.
His eyes go wide, and a smile tugs at his lips. Leaning in he wastes no time pressing his lips to yours for a desperate kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hold him close. One of his hands stays on your cheek, while the other rests on your hip. This kiss feels like nothing you've ever experienced before. Your lips move together, as he slides his tongue against yours. Pulling back a little, he rest his nose against yours.
"I love you so much." He says, smiling.
"Lovebirds, please come inside, my neighbors don't need to see you making out." Jeonghan says, leaning against the couch.
Pulling back Mingyu laces his fingers with yours. You lead him off to the room you're staying in. He drops off his backpack, before you join Jeonghan downstairs. You spend the evening hanging out with him before you and Mingyu find yourselves, naked and tangled up in the sheets.
Laying on the bed with your legs spread, Mingyu is hovering over you. His fingers are laced with yours holding your hands next to your head. He's set a slow and delicious pace, rolling his hips into yours.
He keeps whispering those three sweet words to you over and over.
No man has ever made you feel the way he does, and you won't ever love a man like you love him.
he’s has a debt to one of the richest men in the city, with ties to the mafia. he offered a lifeline he can’t turn down. marry the daughter to the man he’s in debt to. they’re both two people thrown into a marriage they never planned. the only way to survive is to stick together and protect each other.
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: multiple sex scenes, virgin reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), fingering, creampie, breeding kink, praise kink, multiple orgasms, big dick wonwoo, intense sex, pussy stretching, hair pulling, wonwoo really talks his wife through it, multiple sex scenes, pregnancy, nicknames: lucky, baby, darling (hers) baby, woo, won (his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+
𝐚𝐧: this is apart of @studiosvt ✨Puttin' on the Ritz✨ collab. thank you @aeristudios for helping me figure this one out. Thank you @coupsalchemy for beta reading.
🎧 - you make me a man - jackson wang | chains of love - charli xcx
In the bustling city in the height of 1921, you were considered to be the prize many men sought after. The eldest daughter, the golden child of the richest family in New York City. You not only brought a social status, you brought what was believed to be generational wealth with you. Your father’s means of making money have been connected to the dark underbelly of the city. Your father is the richest, and the most feared man in the whole city.
Your whole life you were raised with the intention of being nothing more than a trophy wife. Something for your future husband to show off. This never sat right with you. You dream of a life away from all of this. You dream of truly living your own life. You're hopeful maybe one day you can find true love.
Life hasn’t always been easy for Jeon Wonwoo. He’s been struggling to get by for as long as he can remember. He thought once he graduated and started his career things would be easier. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case, he still feels as if he’s drowning out in the freezing cold Atlantic Ocean.
He spends his days on the university campus teaching, making just enough to get by. His debt started to grow massively after he got sick during college. A bad case of influenza left him out of work struggling to get by. He started gambling to make some money, but it didn't work. He thought he made friends in high places when a man offered to loan him money. That man ended up being one of the higher up men who work for the richest man in the city, your father. The loan was never an act of kindness, it was just as a power play. Your father was known to pray on people in need. He would offer them loans to make the pawns.
One night coming home from work he ran into the man he owed money to. Wonwoo that night finds himself in a position he feared he would end up in. Tied to an expensive leather chair, he’s been beaten with in an inch of his life. The man who controls the city is standing in front of him. He's given an offer he can't turn down.
From that moment on everything changed, not only for him but for you.
-
It's a week after he's been offered life line. He's awoke at five in the morning by your father's goons. Wonwoo is dragged to your family's home to tell you about your impending marriage. His bruising has started to fade. He's left with a light water color of yellows and greens around his eyes. Luckily his glasses help hide it a little. He can't bury the feeling of shame eating away at him.
Early in the morning you're awoken to commotion downstairs.
Crawling out of bed you grab your silk robe. Wrapping it around your body you head down the hallway. You hear more commotion and yelling. Your mother meets you at the top of the stairs. She grabs your hand stopping you. “It’s your father. Please just agree to anything he asks you to do.” What on earth could your father possibly ask you to do at barely six in the morning? “Darling, I just spoke to him. Please don’t fight with him.” Knitting your brows together, you have no clue what is going on.
Practically running down the stairs you find your father and his men in the foyer. The dim light of the chandelier above casting a shadow down on them.
Your bare feet pad down the stairs. You're greeted to the sight of not only your father and his men, but a man you've never seen before. He's clearly sporting two black eyes that are healing and a busted lip.
"Father?"
Your father turns to you, giving you a wicked grin. Your stomach flips, feeling instantly nervous. "Darling, say hello to professor Jeon Wonwoo your soon to be husband."
You knew this day would come. One day your father was going to set you up to marry someone. You thought maybe deep down inside you would have a say in who you married.
"Why him?"
"Because my darling daughter, if you marry him, I will have full control over both of you." You're instantly reminded how evil your father can truly be.
The moment both your eyes lock, you know you must protect each other. He looks just as scared as you are.
"Jack prep the townhouse on fourth street for the soon to newlyweds."
Wonwoo doesn't say anything, he just silently stares at you with a look of sorrow in his eyes. No matter how hard you try you can't stop the tears from sliding down your cheeks.
"You'll be married in two weeks. You'll move into the townhouse together."
Your father leaves taking his men with him. You're left standing there with the man you're supposed to marry. Reaching up you push away your tears. You want to be mad and blame him, but you can't be. You know he truly had no say in this. He looks just as terrified as you.
A sob breaks in your chest. You fall to the overwhelmed. Silently Wonwoo scrambles over to you. He drops down to his knees in front of you. He hesitates for a moment, before resting his hand on your cheek. Slowly he drags his thumb across the delicate skin of your cheek. Pushing away your tears.
"I'm sorry," you cry.
"This is my fault. You shouldn't be sorry," this is the first time you've heard him speak. His deep voice is soothing.
"Why did he pick you?" You need to know what he's done, so you can try and protect him.
"I owe your father a lot of money."
You push yourself up a little. Looking at him, you try to study his face. He's extremely handsome, even if he is covered in bruises and a busted lip. You can't help but wonder what a professor did to be in debt to your father.
"I'm _____, but a lot of people call me lucky. My mother says it's because I'm a good luck charm."
A smile tugs at his lips. Mindlessly he drags his thumb across you cheek. "I'm going to need a lucky charm."
"Wonwoo, we're a team now. There is no way out of this. We have to get married, but just know I'll be loyal to you."
He knits his brows together. "Loyal?"
"Yes, I'll protect you from my father. Just promise me, you'll try and learn to love me."
Silently he blinks at you a few times, processing your statement. "I will."
A DIAMOND RING AND SADNESS
The wedding your father planned for you is being held in ritzy hotel in the heart of the city. Your vows will be exchanged in ballroom, and the other will host a lavish reception.
When you were younger you always imagined your wedding. You assumed you would walk down the aisle and find the man of your dreams standing there waiting for you. Turns out in the end there stands a man you've known for only two weeks.
Wonwoo is the definition of handsome, and he seems like a great man, but you don't love him, and he doesn't love you. He doesn't even really know you.
Everything about your wedding feels like a blur. The wedding is considered to be the event of the decade. All richest and most elite people are in attendance.
You're dressed in a very elborate white beaded dress. Adorning a long white veil. You've cried more today then you have in your whole life. You manage to gather yourself as your repeat your vows to Wonwoo.
Your eyes stay focused on Wonwoo, trying to tune out the sea of people watching you. Everything feels numb, this is suppose to be the happiest day of your life, and you feel nothing.
"I pronounce you husband and wife." A tear slides down your cheek. Without even thinking Wonwoo reaches out, resting his hand on your cheek. He slowly brushes away your tear as the priest says, "you may now kiss the bride."
Everything feels silent, the whole room feels as if the oxygen has been sucked out. Wonwoo is completely still. He's just silently staring at you, almost as if he's asking for permission. Your lips part slightly, taking in a small breath. He leans in a little closer. This feels like a like a lifetime, when in all reality maybe thirty seconds has passed.
Closing your eyes he leans in all the way. Your lips touch for the first time, and this isn't some spark filled moment. It's just a moment between two sad people fighting for their lives, and trying their hardest to protect each other.
Pulling away his hand still lingers on your cheek. The room erupts into deafening cheers, but you can openly focus on the man staring back at you.
Taking your hand he turns you both so you're facing the crowd. There in the front row is your father's menacing presences. He watches both you and Wonwoo with a calculated look. Wonwoo squeezes your hand capturing your attention. He leads you down the aisle. Everyone cheers and claps applauding what they think is a happily newly wed couple.
The moment you're out of the ballroom, he pulls you off to the dressing room you got ready in. He never lets go of your hand. He locks the door and you both stand there for a moment, just silently staring at each other. Without even thinking you throw yourself into him. Your wraps your arms around his waist and cling to him.
Your chest shake, as a sob threatens to break. "It's okay." He says softly, his hand running up and down your back, helping to soothe you.
"I'm sorry." You cry.
"You don't need to be sorry, I'm sorry, lucky." Him calling you lucky, makes you smile, even while you're crying.
"It's almost over." He whispers.
"It's not though, we still have the reception."
There is a pounding on the door. Pulling away from Wonwoo you look at the door. "Mr and Mrs. Jeon, you're being called." You here the familiar voice of one of your fathers men, Tae.
"Mrs. Jeon?" You repeat loud enough for just the two of you to hear.
"I'm sorry." He's said this so many times since that early morning you met.
"Enough, we can't keep apologizing." You pull away from him. You brush the front of your bead encrusted dress.
His brows knit together. He pulls his wired frame cheaters off. You watch him silently for a moment.
There is another knock on the door. "One moment," Wonwoo yells.
Wonwoo laces his fingers with yours, leading you out of the powder room. The entry way to the ballrooms is sparse with people. Everyone is inside waiting for you.
The two door men open the doors. The ballroom is lively with jazz music and a sea of people. The moment the crowd is made aware of your entrance everyone cheers as Wonwoo leads you inside.
Soon food is passed around and you're both dragged on to the dance floor. You cling to Wonwoo, swaying to the beat of the jazz music.
"Lucky." He says loud enough just for you to hear.
"Yes?"
"We'll figure this out."
Without thinking you lean up and press your lips to his for a quick kiss, earning applause from the crowd.
It's not long before your father leads you around introducing you to influential people. Wonwoo takes a chance to step away, claiming he needed to speak to the dean from his university, who is attending the wedding.
He stands by the dean attempting to listen to him. He’s more focused on watching as you talk to who he assumes is your best friend. He sees you light up for the first time. The way you smile as you speak to her is absolutely mesmerizing. He can’t help but smile as he watches you. You’re absolutely beautiful, any man would be lucky to share this day with you. Hopefully one day you’ll light up like that for him.
Wonwoo makes small talk with the dean before he finds Mingyu standing on the balcony. His friend is leaning against the railing smoking a cigarette.
Mingyu puffs out a cloud of smoke. He reaches into his suit jacket pocket pulling out his carton of cigarettes. Wonwoo grabs one. Mingyu lights a match holding it out towards him.
"Does your wife care if you smoke?" Mingyu asks before taking another puff.
"I'm not sure." Wonwoo stares at the cigarette before taking a hit. He takes a long deep breath inhaling the bitter smoke.
"I can't believe you're married." Mingyu was shocked when Wonwoo told him about his impending marriage.
"It wasn't either of our choice." He takes another hit. Wonwoo leans against the railing. He looks into the busy ballroom. He watches as your father parades you around.
"Do you like her?" Mingyu nudges him.
"I could. We don't know each other yet."
"Do you already carry a torch for her?" Mingyu can't help but smile.
Wonwoo focuses on you, barely hearing anything Mingyu is saying. "It's a crush."
"A crush?"
"She's beautiful, and kind." He barely knows you, but he can tell you're beautiful inside and out.
"You sound like a like a love sick fool." Mingyu drops his cigarette on the floor, and steps on it.
"Knock it off." Wonwoo nudges his friend.
"I didn't tell you, you clean up nice, you look spiffy."
The doors open and you step outside. Mingyu smiles over at Wonwoo before he bows to you. "You look beautiful Mrs. Jeon." Mingyu can't miss an opportunity to tease his best friend.
"Thank you." You bow your head a little.
Mingyu gives you a bow before heading back inside. You step closer to your new husband. Your nose scrunches at the scent of his cigarette. Immediately he drops to the floor.
"Not a fan of smoking?"
"No, my father smokes." That's all you need to tell him.
"I won't smoke around you."
You move so you're leaning against the railing next to him. He reaches over, lacing his fingers with yours.
"We can leave in an hour, my father told Jack to have a car waiting outside for us. We're going to our new town house."
Wonwoo doesn't know much about the house your father set up. He just knows it's property your father owns. From what little he knows, he does know it's located on the fancier side of town.
"How many rooms is the town house?"
"Two, they've fully furnished it for us. One room was turned into an office for you." He knits his brow together. He didn't expect you to give him space for an office.
"Is Mingyu upset you're moving out?"
"I think he's pleased he'll have the place to himself ."
"Is it safe to say Mingyu is a lounge lizard?"
Wonwoo bites his bottom lip holding back a smile. "The ladies love Mingyu."
You want to ask him about his past with women, but you aren't sure if that would be crossing a line. "Do the ladies love you?"
He lets the corners of his mouth turn up, with an small smile. "Not nearly as much as Mingyu."
"You aren't a lounge lizard?"
"No."
"Oh." A silence takes over. Nothing is said as you both watch the party unfolding on the other side of the glass.
"I'm not some ladies man, who chases women."
You look over him. He looks so embarrassed. "It's okay if you were."
The door opens and your mother pops out. "Come back inside, people are asking where the bride and groom are."
Your fingers are laced together the rest of the time you spend at your wedding. You're putting on quite the show for the guest. From the outside looking in, it appears you are a couple who has been together for a while. The constant touching, and the not so subtle longing looks between the two of you.
Once it's finally time to call it a night, the band plays you out as you make your grand exit. Your father has a car waiting for you. Wonwoo drives the two of you away from the luxurious hotel. Your guest cheer as you drive away.
The whole way home Wonwoo keeps glancing over at you. Nothing is said between you the whole drive.
Arriving at your new shared home, Wonwoo helps you out of the car. Walking up the couple of steps to the door, Wonwoo is right behind you. You freeze staring at the door. You always imagined on your wedding day your husband would carry you over the threshold.
Wonwoo steps next to you, and reaches out unlocking the front door. Walking in slowly, you realize this is your new home. Stepping inside behind you, Wonwoo locks the door. He looks around and see a fully furnished home for you. This place is nicer then the place he shares with Mingyu near the university. You've grown up with two different tax brackets. The couch near the window looks to be an expensive Italian leather.
You walk away from him. You must know the layout of this place. You head up stairs and head off to the bedroom. Wonwoo follows behind you.
Wonwoo is suddenly aware that this place only has one bedroom with a bed in it.
Heading off to the en-suite bathroom you struggle to remove your dress. Wonwoo hears your struggling and peaks his head in. You immediately notice the absences of most his clothing, he's just in his dress pants. You can't help it as your eyes wander his torso. It takes everything in you not to reach out and touch the outline of his abs. Your face flushes with embarrassment instantly.
"Are you okay?"
"I need help." You sound completely defeated.
He steps close to you. Hesitatingly he reaches out. He takes his time unbuttoning the buttons that run up your spine. He works cautiously, he's trying to make this as easy on you as possible.
The final button is undone, he looks away and steps back trying to give you privacy.
"I can sleep on the couch." He knows there isn't another bed here.
The beaded dress falls to the floor, leaving you standing in a pool of fabric. You're left standing there in your silk white undergarments.
"I would prefer I don't spend my wedding night alone in bed."
Wonwoo catches sight of your exposed body through mirror. His cheeks flush and the tips of his ears turn red. He's seen his fair share of women even more exposed than this, but this feel incredibly more intimate.
Wonwoo doesn't know much about you, but something tells him that you're very much a virgin. The way you reacted to his bare torso.
Laying in bed you can't help but feel sad. You always imagined your honeymoon would be some, grand romantic night. You always thought this wojld be the night you lose your virginity. Instead you find yourself laying in bed fully dressed in a nightgown staring at a man you barely know.
He looks just as sad and hollow as you do. His lips part as he goes to say something, but nothing comes out.
Reaching out, you rest your hand next to him. Tears slowly slide down your cheek, landing on the cotton sheets below you.
"Wonwoo?"
"Yes?"
"We have to protect each other."
"I'll do anything to keep you safe." He reaches out, pulling your body close to his. He doesn't say anything else as you fall asleep crying in his arms.
NOTHING IS EASY ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE
A week into being married and it feels as if you're just roommates. Wonwoo has work at the university five or six days a week, and you find yourself spending time alone more often than not.
Your days at home are spent attempting to find a hobby. Before all of this you had a passion for painting. You've found yourself most days setting up an esel and painting in front of the living room window.
It's normally quite late by the time Wonwoo arrives home from the university campus. You've tried to have a home cooked meal waiting for him every night. You hope that maybe having dinner together every night can help build your relationship.You learned very quickly that you still don't know much about each other. You were strangers thrown together, and even with the little time that had passed he still practically feels like a stranger.
You've learned his mother and father live in a different state. Wonwoo only moved here for college and to work at the university. You've learned that Mingyu is the closest thing he has to a family in the city.
After a few late nights of Wonwoo coming home, you're terrified he's off in a speakeasy gambling or possibly seeing someone else. You're not able to protect him from your father if he keeps losing money, or if he's having an affair.
It's close to ten at night when Wonwoo finally arrives at home. You're sitting on the couch with a book in your lap. Wonwoo comes in looking deshevled and exhausted. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his tie is loosened.
He's startled at the sight of you waiting up for him. "You waited up for me?"
"I was concerned about where you were."
"It's Mingyu's birthday. I stopped by his place to have dinner with him and Soonyoung."
"Oh." You close the book and stand up. "I would have appreciated if you let me know if you won't be home for dinner. I spent an hour cooking. I even waited up for you."
"I didn't think you would care if I missed dinner." He sighs, dropping briefcase down on the floor.
Taking a deep breath you stand up. You refuse to be stuck in a strained marriage, just like your parents. "Wonwoo, I understand that we didn't chose this marriage, but I desperately want to try and make this work."
He pushes his fingers through his disheveled hair. "Okay."
"So, please just communicate with me." Your eyes brim with tears. Your emotions and stress are getting the best of you.
His stomach twist seeing you, once again upset, because of him.
"I'm sorry." He steps closer to you.
"I should get some sleep." You're exhausted and you don't want to have this conversation anymore.
Laying in bed you stare at the door. You wish more than anything Wonwoo would walk through it, and join you in bed. Since your wedding night you've slept fully alone. Wonwoo has been sleeping on the living room couch. Your bedroom, you are supposed to share feels lonely. He only comes in here when he needs to get clothing from the closet.
The longer you stare at the door the more you start to cry. You cry yourself to sleep once again.
Walking out of the bedroom in the morning you're greeted to the sound of a silent home. You already know Wonwoo is gone before you reach the living room. In the kitchen you find a letter in a cream envelope with "My Dearest" written on the front.
Opening the letter you immediately feel your heart squeezes at the sight of Wonwoo's penmanship.
My Dearest,
I want to apologize for being so distant. I'm aware that all your troubles have been because of me. I sincerely want to be a better man. I want to learn to be a good husband, and learn to fall in love with you. I know before this we didn't know each other, and because of my disgressions in life, you're now tied to me. I want to make a promise to you, I'll try my hardest to make this work. I have stopped gambling, and have stayed away from anything related to your father. I want to prove to you, that I can be a good man. The one thing I ask for time, please let me learn to navigate all this.
I do have one last request, have dinner with me tomorrow night.
Always,
Wonwoo
You hope that he's being truthful about wanting to grow and be a better man, and that he truly does want to learn to fall in love with you. The idea of being stuck in a loveless marriage is terrifying to you. You've seen too many people you know get stuck in those types of marriage.
Wonwoo is true to his word. At six pm sharp he walks through the front door. He find you standing in front of the window working on a painting.
"Hello." He says pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Hello." You turn away from your painting. "I made dinner earlier, we just need to heat it up. I thought soup would be nice, after a cold day."
Wonwoo heads off to the closet that's near the door, and hangs up his coat. Heading off to the kitchen and start putting the soup back on the stove. Aimlessly you stir the soup. Wonwoo's foot steps catch your attention.
Wonwoo silently starts setting the table to the two of you. You glance up at him, slowly stirring the soup.
"It smells delicious." He says glancing over at you.
"Do you mind bringing the bowls in here, so I can dish us?"
He brings you two bowls, you pour the savory soup, serving both of you. Wonwoo walks them back to the table.
Sitting at the table you watch him slowly eat. He's such a handsome man, you can't imagine women didn't chase after him. "Wonwoo?"
"Yes?"
"Have you ever courted someone before?"
"Yes." He suddenly feels embarrassed and he doesn't know why. "Have you ever been courted?"
"I was secretly seeing someone once." You were so young and naive back then. You were barely twenty-one when you started an innocent affair with one of your father's men.
"Who was it?" He suddenly feels jealous at the idea of someone being with you. He hates this feeling. He has absolutely no right to feel this way.
"Johnny, one of my fathers men."
"Oh." That's definitely not what he wanted to hear.
"Nothing happened, we never consummated our relationship or anything like that. I ran away before anything could happen." That was back when you desperately wanted to escape this life.
"You ran away?" He had absolutely no idea you ran away.
"It was back when I was twenty-one. I had enough of how controlling my father was. Honestly it's a story for a different time." You still remember the fear you lived in while you were on the run.
Wonwoo wants to ask you more questions, but can immediately tell this is a touchy subject. "Okay, if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here to listen."
You both silently eat together for a little bit. Even though neither of you are really saying much, it's just nice to have company. You can't take this feeling of being alone.
"Wonwoo?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for the letter."
"It's the least I could do." He sets his spoon down. He gives you a sad smile. "I know I'm the reason things haven't been easy for you. I promise I'm going to try my best."
"I appreciate that. I meant it when I said, we're a team. As along as you are trying that's all I ask "
He reaches out and takes your hand. This is the first time he's properly touched your, since your wedding night. He bring the top of your hand to his lips, and presses a soft kiss there.
Tonight might just be a small step in the right direction, but at least things are changing.
Things after that night feel like they’re heading in the right direction. Wonwoo makes sure he's home for dinner. He’s actively getting to know you. You’ve learned so much about him.
On Sundays you’ve even started going for evening strolls together. You look forward to any time you get to spend by his side. Even if you weren’t forced together, you feel as if Wonwoo is someone you would have easily fallen for. You often wonder if he feels the same about you.
You’re hopeful things will keep going smoothly.
THE MARRIED VIRGIN
It's been four long months of marriage. You thought maybe things would get easier the longer you have been married. But it turns out they haven't. The threat of your father hanging over your head, while you're attempting to make your marriage work, hasn't been easy. Wonwoo has gotten so much better at communicating, and he's gone out of his way to work on getting to know you.
The true issue other then the ever looming threat of your father hanging over your head is, the fact Wonwoo won't share a bed with you. Wonwoo sleeping on the couch is starting to drive you mad. You’ve been married for four months and he won’t even touch you, other then a holding your hand or a kiss on the cheek. He is so respectful of you and polite you can’t even be mad. He's been a gentleman in every sense of the word. The fact that you're a married woman and still a virgin is maddening.
You've decided to spend this Saturday morning shopping with your best friend. She's mentioned needing to find a dress for an upcoming party her and Joshua, her husband are attending.
Looking through dresses hanging on the wall you're listening to her ramble on about nonsensical things. Her newest fascination is the fact that Wonwoo won't touch you in any sort of romantic way.
"Four months and you're still virgin?" Jewel sounds appalled at the idea of you still being untouched.
Your best friend Jewel has given you pointers on how to seduce your husband, but your inexperience with men, has left you too shy to try. You've heard about all the dirty details about her sexual escapades with her husband Joshua.
"It's not from lack of trying on my part. It's a delicate subject. I'm not sure how to approach him with the idea, that I would like to consummate our marriage." Your face is bright with embarrassment.
"Lucky, you just need to tell him. Tell him being a married virgin is strange."
The door to the store opens and you pay no mind to it as you look through the beautiful dresses. Someone clears their throat and you turn around to see one of your father's men Tae standing there.
"Miss, your father sent me to give you this." He holds out an expensive looking envelope with a gold wax seal on it. He hands one to you and one to Jewel.
He stands there waiting for you to open it. Pealing away the seal you find an invitation for art auction. Your father has been known to host these, you just didn't expect him to have one of his men give you a personal invite.
"Your father has requested you and your husband Mr. Jeon attend." Your stomach twist at him mentioning Wonwoo your father is up to something, but you aren't sure what.
Jewel is standing next to your protectively. "Tae, how did you find us?" Jewel grew up down the street from Tae so she has no problem sassing him.
"Mrs. Jeon's father is friends with the owner of this store." You glance up at the store owner to see him intently watching your conversation.
Shoving the invitation back in the envelope you glance up at Tae. You aren't sure what your father has up his sleeve, but he's playing some sort of game, you'll play along.
Tae leaves and you're left feeling uneasy. Jewel can immediately tell the day has been soured. "Should we call it day?"
"Yes, I should speak to Wonwoo."
Walking into your home you find Wonwoo in the living room. He’s standing in front of the window holding a book watching the rain fall. He’s dressed in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt. He seems more distracted than normal today.
“Wonwoo,” you say, earning his attention.
“Hi,” he closes the book and turns to fully face you.
“We have an event we have to attend,” you hold out your invitation that Tae dropped while you were shopping downtown with Jewel.
He pads across the living room and takes the invitation. His eyes brows knit together as he intently reads it.
“Why are we invited to an art auction?”
“I don’t know what his game plan is,” you sigh. Your father always has something up his sleeve. He’s always ten steps ahead of you. “I just don’t trust him. He has something planned.”
“What happened when you ran away?” Wonwoo asked, sitting down on the couch. You never planned on telling anyone about your attempt to run away. You realized after getting married, you can't keep secrets from Wonwoo. The only way you can keep each other safe, is if you're both open and honest.
You take a deep breath remembering the night you finally had enough and called Seokmin to help pack your bags while you attempt to get out of the state. “My father had someone find me.”
You shiver thinking about the constant fear you lived in waiting to be found. You finally had enough of being controlled and left in the middle of the night. With money you had been saving you ran away. You got to a different state. Your original plan was to get a new identity and start over, but you never got that far.
“Who found you?”
“Johnny." You vividly remember him breaking down the door to the apartment you were in. You had a short fling with Johnny before your father sent him to track him down. He didn’t think twice about turning his back on you to listen to your father.
“Did he hurt you,” he gently rests his hand on your thigh.
“No he didn’t. I knew what he was capable of, I didn’t give him the chance to even hurt me." Johnny might have cared for you before you left, but the moment you ran away you became nothing more than a job to him. "I made it to Chicago when he tracked me down."
“Were you planning on leaving again before that night you met me?”
“I wanted to, that’s why my father forced you to marry me. My father needed me to have someone who could be collateral damage for any mistakes I could make. You’re meant to anchor me here. If I leave he’ll kill you and not think twice about it.”
Wonwoo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper. The heavy feeling in your chest hasn’t left you since Wonwoo arrived at your family home, early that morning many months back.
“It’s not your fault. I got myself into this situation too.”
“You stopped gambling right?” you ask praying he didn’t get himself into any more of a mess.
“I stopped. I try to avoid anything connected to your father at all costs. I hasn't step foot in a speakeasy since that night." He pushes his fingers through his dark hair. “If you want to try and run away again I’ll go with you and we can try to fully disappear again.” At this point Wonwoo would do anything to keep you safe.
You can’t believe he just offered to risk his life for you. You couldn’t ever ask him to put his life on the line for you like that. You know you could never fully disappear. Once Johnny or Tae did find you, they would make sure they killed Wonwoo in front of you.
“We can’t do that Wonwoo, I care about you too much for you to risk your life for me.”
“We’re a team right?” He says leaning in before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Yeah we’re a team.” Closing your eyes you lean into his touch. You’ve fallen hard for your husband, you pray he feels the same way towards you. “Wonwoo—" You want to ask him to sleep in your room. There is a desperate feeling you have, to share some sort of intimacy with him. Even if it’s just sharing a bed and sleeping near him. “Please stop sleeping in the living room. I want to sleep in the same bed as you.”
Looking at you he cocks his head to the side as his eyebrows knit together. “Is that something you truly want?”
“Yes. I fully understand if you want to stay out here. But we’re married and I don’t really see you as just my roommate." You're putting yourself on the line here.
“I’ve tried really hard to be respectful because you didn’t choose me. It’s not like I was courting you before.” He reaches out, taking your hand. You move so you’re facing him sitting on the couch next to him.
“I might not have chosen you, but I care about you and I have feelings for you. I would like to be your wife, not just on paper.”
“Lucky, I would like to be your actual husband not just in name,” he whispers leaning forward.
“Okay good,” your nose brushes against his.
Leaning forward your lips touch for the first time since your wedding night. His soft lips are gentle for the first part of the kiss. He pulls away with his lips barely away from yours. “I have wanted to kiss you for so long, He whispers. You crash your lips into his for a heated kiss. You kiss him like you need him to breathe. He’s the air that fills your lungs in the suffocating ocean your father has brought you into.
He grabs your hips pulling you onto his lap. His hand rests on your soft sides as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
“You’re so pretty,” he says.
"Wonwoo—" You're quite inexperienced in most aspects of a sexual relationship. You and Johnny did fool around some back in the day, but you are still very much a virgin.
"Yes?" He pulls back a little bit.
"I'm a virgin." Your face immediately flushes. You shouldn't feel embarrassed admitting that, but for some reason you are. You stomach knots as he just blankly stares at you for a long moment.
The corners of his lips, tug into a smile. "Sweetheart, that's fine. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He reaches up, resting his hand on your cheek. "I'll take care of you."
He drags his thumb across your bottom lip. Your lips part slightly, as your stare at him with lust filled eyes. "We should move to the bedroom."
Crawling off of him, you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. His lips move against your as he slowly works on removing all the delicate layers of your clothes.
Laying on the bed completely bare you watch him, slowly take off if his own clothes. His glasses have been discarded, they're sitting in the dresser. His eyes stayed locked on you only focused on you as he strips away his clothes.
You've never properly seen a man naked before, but you know just by the glorious sight of his naked body, Wonwoo is no average man. His abs that line his stomach are absolutely mouth watering. The small trial of hair that leads down his navel to the promise land, leaves you awestruck. His cock is much bigger then you expected. It's a large and girthy. His length is a rosy color, and it curves up slightly. Maybe another time, you'll take your time exploring his body.
Wonwoo crawls on the bed slowly. You expect him to move so he's hovering over you. You're caught off guard when he lays down in front of you, with his face right in front of your needy core.
Pushing yourself up on your elbows you look down at him confused. You know Jewel has mentioned Joshua is a fan of cunnilingus, but she said not all men like it.
Wonwoo places a kiss on top of your mound. Your eyes are blown wide, unsure of what to expect. "Wonwoo?"
"Yes darling?"
"What are you doing?"
"It's your first time, I need to prepare you." What does he mean, prepare you? "I want you to have at least one orgasm, before you can take me." He slowly runs his pointer finger through your wet folds. "Have you ever had an orgasm before?"
Your face burns with embarrassment thinking about the few times you've touched yourself, and the one time you found your release rutting against Johnny's thigh.
"Yes."
"Relax and let me take care of you."
Leaning in close he starts, lazily licking your sensitive clit, while he toy with your entrance.
"You taste so sweet," he moans against your clit.
Your finger grip the cotton sheets below. He sucks on your clit like it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.
Dropping back down to the bed, you moan out. Your fingers grip the sheets, desperately trying to ground yourself.
You can't help but squirm as you suck in your tummy. All the senses in your body are on high alert.
"Won—" you can't think of any other words then his name, in that moment.
He moans against your pussy, the vibration pushing you over the cliff. You free fall in the deep abyss. Your walls flutter around his fingers like a heartbeat.
He pulls away with a lazy smile, and his eyes half lidded. He wiped your release off with his fingers. Sticking them in his mouth he licks your sweet release off.
"You sound so pretty when you cum."
He moves so he's sitting on his knees, between your spread legs. Your chest rises and falls, your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest. Wonwoo's strong hand rubs your thigh, helping to soothe you. "Are you okay to keep going? We can stop if you're not ready for more."
Desperately you reach for him. You can't bare for him to stop once you've had him. "please, I need you."
He nods. "Okay, darling."
He moves so he's hovering over you. Reaching between you, he takes his length in hand. He runs bulbous tip through your wet folds, collecting some of your release.
"This might hurt a little. If it hurts too much or you're uncomfortable, please tell me."
He enters you at an excruciatingly slow pace. Pushing in inch by inch, giving you a chance to adjust to the sheer sizes of him. The feeling of him stretching you, is like nothing you've ever experienced.
He fills you to the brim, practically kissing your cervix. He holds completely still, sitting on his knees, hovering over you. One of your hands holds his shoulder needing something to ground yourself.
"How does it feel?" He asks.
"Strange, it kinda of hurts, but not in a bad way."
"We can stop."
"I don't want to."
Reaching out, he laces his fingers with yours. he pins your hand, next to your head. Leaning down he connects his lips to yours for an intoxicating kiss. His tongue slides across you bottom lip, asking for access. Your tongues move together, helping to distract you, as Wonwoo slowly starts to move.
The first few shallow thrust feel strange. With each slow movement your body starts adjusting more and more.
"You feel so good." He moans against your lips.
Tangling your fingers in his hair you hold his face close to yours. "oh—" your moan is nothing more than a breathy whimper.
"You're doing so good." Hearing him praise you, does something to you.
With each slow thrust the pain starts to dissipate. The steady feeling of pleasure starts to take over.
"Feels good." The coil in your stomach starts to tighten.
Nose rest against yours. "Can you cum again?"
Wordlessly you nod.
"You're doing so good." He repeats. This thrust have grown deeper and steadier.
Your breathing feels shaky as you approach the edge of the cliff. Every thrust brings you a step closer.
Your eyes roll back, and your body free falls into the icy cold abyss. This orgasm feels like nothing you have experienced before. Your walls flutter around his length, that doesn't stop moving. Moaning his name loudly you squeeze his hand that is pining yours to the bed.
"Wonwoo—" you cry.
"Fuck." He swears with a moan.
"You're squeezing me." His thrust have lost their rhythm. His own release is rapidly approaching."I'm going to cum, where should I?" He's on the brink of falling apart.
The logical part of your brain should tell him to pull out, that you haven't discussed children. But that part of your brain isn't in charge right now. Your fingers cling to his back as your practically cry. "Inside."
He picks up his pace, chasing his high. He moans your name like a sinful prayer as he paints your walls with his milky release. He ruts his hips into your, helping each of you, ride out your high.
He drops down to his elbows, he's practically plastered against you. Every aspect of him, feels so consuming to you. Reaching up, you run your fingers through his dark hair.
"Did I hurt you?" He doesn't think he could live with himself if he hurt you.
"No, I'm a little sore, but that was wonderful."
Leaning down he presses his lips to yours. You want to say the three words out loud that are stuck in your throat, but you can't. Not until you're sure he feels the same way.
"I need to clean you up." He pulls away from you. You want to beg him not to leave, but you know he's trying to take care of you.
He leaves the room long enough to come back with a wet cloth to clean you up. Laying the bed he takes his time wiping away his release that slowly leaking out of you.
"We've never discussed having children." He says looking at your core.
"I know."
"I've always wanted to be a father." He knits his brows together and looks away from you.
"I think you would be a good father." Wonwoo is kind, caring and very intelligent. His one flaw is gambling issue, that he's seemed to have gotten under control.
"Do you want to be a mother?"
You can't help but smile. "I would like to be one."
Wonwoo disposes the cloth, before he crawls into bed with you. He pulls you close to him. You're both still naked, neither of you have a desire to get dressed. Your head rest on his chest. Gently he rubs your side helping to soothe you to sleep. For the first time in a longtime, you no longer feel lonely.
-
The day of the art auction, you can't get rid of the anxious feeling eating away at you. It's a Saturday so luckily Wonwoo has the day off. He's sitting in the living room reading a book while you're on the verge of a panic picking a dress to wear.
You settle on an emerald beaded gown. You call for Wonwoo, needing his help to button your dress. He walks in and is immediately taken a back at how beautiful you are.
He takes his time individually buttoning the back of your dress. Finishing up, he steps back to admire how beautiful you are.
"You're so beautiful."
"Thank you. You should get dressed."
Wonwoo heads off and gets dressed in his three piece suit you got him. He looks absolutely incredible my handsome. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You eyes roam his body.
"Were quite the pair Mr. Jeon."
"It helps that Mrs. Jeon is gorgeous."
Arriving at the ballroom. There is a lavish entry filled with the richest and the most elite people in the city. Wonwoo takes your hand, leading you past the sea people.
A jazz band plays on stage. Looking around you see paintings lining the wall with people staring at them.
You catch sight of Joshua and Jewel speaking with one of Joshua's friends Seungkwan. Wonwoo releases your hand long enough to to track you down something to drink.
Jewel grabs your arm leading you away from the boys. "You look beautiful." She says to you, leading you towards the paintings that line the wall.
Your heart sinks staring at the black and white paintings. They're all reminiscent of the street in Chicago you ran away to. There a few details that leave you absolutely sick. Walking closer to you see red paint splattered in some, that resembles blood, and another has a pair of broken glasses, that look exactly like Wonwoo's
Instinctively your hand clutches your pearl necklace. Your eyes are wide as your try not to cry. This art auction is truly nothing more then a warning to you from your father.
"Lucky?" Jewel immediately knows something is wrong.
"I need my husband." Turning on your heels you speed walk over to Wonwoo.
You practically throw yourself into his arms. He can immediately tell you're extremely upset. He looks at the paintings where you just were. He releases you and pulls back. His hand rest on your cheek. The slow drag of his thumb acrossed your delicate skin, is helping to soothe you.
"What's wrong?"
"The painting are a message to me." Pulling away you search for your father, but he's nowhere to be seen.
It's clear your father wants to play a game, and you're not a about to become a a pawn again.
The band plays a song loudly. You look around and find Jewel and Joshua standing near. Wonwoo's hand is protectively on your back.
There is about an hour you play the role of the socialite. You lead Wonwoo around to speaking to old friends, and people connected to your family. Everyone is very interested and learning about your new husband and his job as a professor. The whole time you're making your rounds you watch out for your father close circle of men. You know if you spot Johnny, Tae or Jack your father is near.
Wonwoo leans in close and whispers in your ear, "your father is here."
Looking across the room you see your father for the first time. You know your mother and sister are somewhere here, but you don't have time to look for them.
"Wonwoo stay here." You lean up to give him a quick kiss.
He looks over his glasses and finds your father intently watching both of you. "I can go with you."
"No. Let me handle him." You step away from him, but before you can get more then a step away he pulls you back. You can tell by the look in his eyes, he's scared just like you are. "Wonwoo, I'll be okay."
He doesn't say anything, he just leans down and presses his lips to yours. "I'll be waiting for you."
Taking a deep breath you make your way across the crowded room.
"Father." You walk up to him. The man standing next to him in and expensive suit takes this as his sign to walk away.
"My darling daughter. It's clear your husband is already keen on you." Your father's eyes are locked on Wonwoo while he stands next to Jewel and Joshua.
"He's a good husband."
"You're fooling nobody. It's clear you've fallen in love with him. Seems he's serving his propose already." His words are menacing.
"His purpose?" You need to play dumb, so your father shows his hand.
"If you love him, you'll do anything you can to keep him safe. If you leave, I'll make him suffer, while you watch." His hand grips your heart, and he squeezes tighter and tighter with each pointed word.
"Leave him alone." Each one of your words is pointed.
"As long as you behave, nothing will happen to your husband."
"I'm not going to run again. I have him, and I'm happy. Leave us alone."
Your father lets out a little laugh. "You know Wonwoo has some good genes. He's handsome, and extremely intelligent. His only issue is his eye sight, and him wearing those cheaters." His eyes are locked on Wonwoo. "I would love grandchildren. Maybe I should tell your husband that it's time to make you a mother." Bile starts to crawl up your throat. If you have children one day, you want to keep them far away from your father.
"Leave him alone."
"Maybe marriage wasn't good for you. Suddenly you think you're able to talk back to me."
"Stop it." You've had enough of his threatening words.
"You should find your mother. She's been looking for you all night."
"Goodbye father." You step away.
"Just remember, even if you love him, that won't stop me from using him to keep you in line."
With each step you take, you fight to hold back tears. Looking up you see Wonwoo watching you. As he goes to take a step, you shake your head. You don't want him anywhere close to your father.
Jewel and Joshua watch as you rush to Wonwoo. The second you're close enough he grabs your hand, pulling you toward him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you bury your face in his chest. Desperately you try and fight back tears. You pull away from him slowly. He rests his hand on your cheek. He drags his thumb across the delicate skin on your cheek.
"We should leave." You can't stay here any longer.
"Lucky, are you okay?" Joshua seems just as concerned as his wife.
Wonwoo pulls back a little, dropping your hand. His eyes stayed locked on your, you can instantly see he's scared. Reaching down you grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.
"Sir." Wonwoo responds.
Your fathers give him a menacing smile, stepping closer. "Do you like the art?"
Squeezing his hand, you let him know he's not alone. "it's quite unique."
"I found an artist who is great at drawing cities."
"So it seems." Wonwoo responds.
"Have you ever been to Chicago?" Your father mentioning the name of the city you ran away to sends a chill down your spine.
"No sir."
"I've heard it's beautiful, you should ask my daughter about it."
The loud room instantly feels silent. A ringing takes over you ears. You stomach knots, staring at your father.
Wonwoo squeezes your hand, snapping you out of it. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
"I don't think that's necessary." Wonwoo says.
Shame suddenly takes over you. You feel incredibly small under the crushing gaze your father is giving you. Whatever sick and twisted game he wants to play, he's winning.
Tae walks over capturing your fathers attention. He whispers something in his ear.
"I must take my leave. Lucky, tell your husband about Chicago." He walks away, leaving you feeling sick.
Stepping back, you hold back your tears. Wonwoo doesn't let you go far. He desperately clings to your had.
"Lucky." Jewel rushes towards you, with Joshua right behind her.
"Do you want to go home?" Wonwoo asked.
"Yes, I'm ready to leave." He just bibs his farewell and leads you out of the ballroom.
You flee with the party, clinging to your husband. You desperately want to escape this personal hell, your father has made for you.
The whole ride home Wonwoo doesn't try to make small talk, his silence is comforting.
Arriving at home Wonwoo takes his time to help unbotton your dress. Once the last button is undone, he presses his lips to your bare shoulder.
"Are you okay?" He knows it's a loaded question.
"No, but I will be."
TEAR STAINED CHEEKS AND SWEET KISSES
Six months into marriage things between you and Wonwoo are fantastic. You've fallen head over heels more and more in love with him.
He does anything he possibly can do to make you happy. There is a little part of him that is constantly reminding, that in some way he will let you down. He's known for awhile at some point he's going to need to take the train back home to see his family. In an ideal situation, he would be able to take you with him. He knows deep down inside he can't.
After a long day at work, Wonwoo finds you painting in the living room. Painting has consumed your free time. Wonwoo often finds you like this after work. He loves watching you paint. You seem so incredibly happy when you're lost in your painting.
"Hi, my dearest."
You turn and find him standing there looking so handsome. In these last few months you haven't been able to keep your hands to yourself. You just can't get enough of him.
"I need to take a trip home to see my parents." That wasn't what you expected him to say.
"Oh?"
"I would love for them to meet you, I'm just worried if you go, your father will assume we're up to something." Wonwoo tries to act strong when it comes to anything involving your father, but you know he's just as terrified as you.
"Are you asking me to stay home?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I'll only be gone a week. I asked Mingyu to keep an eye on you, as well as Joshua and Jewel." Your face falls, and Wonwoo feels his stomach twist. He can't stand seeing you sad.
"Wonwoo I don't like the idea of staying home." You aren't used to being alone anymore.
He rushes over to you. "I know, I hate it too. I'm just scared of you go with me, your father will follow us."
"When do you leave?"
"In a week. I'm going to take the train to Philly."
"Okay."
"Lucky, please don't be mad. I'm trying to keep us safe."
"I want to meet your family." You hate the idea that Wonwoo's family wasn't even at his wedding. They have no idea what you're like. Apart of you is terrified they'll hate you for bringing Wonwoo into your mess of a family.
"I want you to meet them too. We just need to wait."
"Wonwoo do they know why we got married?"
He pushes your hair behind your ear. "No, I just told them I fell in love with you. That we had a whirlwind romance and I begged you to marry me."
"When did you tell them that?"
"That week I wrote you that letter. I sent them a letter telling them about our marriage."
You try to go about your night normally, but the aching feeling in your chest still lingers. Even married your father continues to control your life. A normal married couple would be able to travel to see their in laws, but you simply can not do that.
Laying in bed you stare at the wall. No matter how hard you try, you can't stop the tears from falling. The bathroom door opens, and Wonwoo steps into the bedroom.
There is a long beat of silence before Wonwoo slides into bed. Without saying a word, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your body close to his. He presses his lips to the exposed delicate skin on your shoulder.
"I'm sorry." He hates that he keeps hurting you.
"It's not your fault, it's my fathers fault."
"I still hurt you though. I want you to meet my family."
"I know."
He hand kneads your stomach, helping to relax you. "I love you." He says those three words you've been dying to say for months.
"I love you too."
Mindlessly he starts kissing the side of you neck. Soft moans pass your lips, as he focuses on the sensitive area under your ear.
"Darling, can you lay on your back for me?"
He pulls away, giving you space to move. Laying on your back, you look over at him. He sits on his knees, he takes a moment to pull off his shirt. This body is mouth watering. Recently you can't seem to get enough of him. Pushing yourself up, you pull off your night gown. Lifting your hips, you shimmy out of your panties. You're left laying on the bed completely bare.
Wonwoo hops off the bed long enough to remove his pants. He's already hard, his large lenght is already leaking.
Slowly he crawls onto the bed towards you. He takes his time lowering himself onto the bed in front of you. Leaving a trail of wet kisses across your inner thigh.
Hw kisses the top of your mound before he dives in, like a man straved. He knows exactly what you need to push you over the edge. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, holding him close. Without even thinking your hips rut towards his face.
He laughs against your core, at how needy you are for him. He adores seeing you desperate for your release.
"You sound so pretty." He moans.
"Won—" you all but cry, practically on the edge.
"Can you cum?"
Rapidly you not your head. "Yes."
"Okay, darling." He goes back to sucking on your clit. He works you closer and closer to the edge. His finger work in tandem with his mouth. He thrust two finger in and out of you, over and over again.
Your orgasm feel like a white hot wave. Releasing your fingers from his hair, you go limp against the bed. Your whole body feels as light as a feather.
He pulls back, sporting a grin. Silently he licks his fingers clean of your release. "You taste so good."
Your eyes can’t help but focus on the way his hard cock is leaking. He moves so he’s hovering over you. He’s pressing his lips anywhere he can reach. Without thinking you reach between you. You start pumping his velvety length.
“Fuck—“ he moans.
“Wonwoo, I need you.”
“You can have me.” He removes your hand from him. He takes his cock and guides it to your entrance. A gasp passes your lips as his mushroom tip slips in. No matter how many times you do this, you need a few moments to adjust to the sheer size of him. He pushes in inch by inch.
The moment you’re filled to the brim he looks down at you. He looks at you as if you hung the stars and the moon. Reaching up, resting your hand on his cheek.
“My darling wife, you’re my everything.”
Your heart squeezes. Tears brim your eyes once again. Wonwoo loves you so much, and in turn you’re head over heels for him.
“I love you.” You whisper.
He pulls back slowly, before pushing his hips forward. He makes love to you slowly. His lips are all over your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Your hands touch anywhere they possibly can. You want to touch anywhere and everywhere you can reach.
With each slow and deep thrust he’s brushing that spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
The room is filled with echoing sounds of your moans and whimpers, and his groans against your skin. There is a sound of squelching from your release.
“Im gonna—“ your brain can't even process how to finish that sentence.
“You can do it baby.” He pulls back slightly.
“Won—“ you cry out. You release hits you hard and fast, the air feels as if it’s been knocked out of your lungs.
Your walls flutter around his length like a heartbeat. Your fingers cling to him, holding him close. His thrust has lost its rhythm. His own release is rapidly approaching. His moaning your name like a sinful prayer.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to—“ his hips stutter. With one practically deep thrust he spills his milky release.
His forehead rests against yours. His eyes are squeezed shut. Slowly he rocks his hips into you, helping each of you ride out your highs.
“I love you.” He whispers with his lips brushing yours.
HIS LUCKY CHARM
You've been feeling off for a few weeks, and the entire time Wonwoo has been gone you've been nauseous and throwing up. You're pretty sure you're pregnant. You want to be a mother, and you know Wonwoo would be an amazing father, but you're scared.
You've spent the whole time pretending you're okay in front of Mingyu, Joshua and Jewel. You don't want anyone to know you're pregnant until you tell Wonwoo.
The whole time he's gone, you miss him dearly. One evening you finally decide you feel well enough to paint. You open your box of paints, and find a letter from your husband.
My Dearest,
I hope you find this letter. I hate that I wasn't able to bring you along. Just know I did it to protect you. I know we did originally chose each other, but that didn't stop me from falling in love with you. You're the sun to my moon. You're the reason breathe each day. I love you so much, and I can't want until we're reunited.
Love, your husband.
You never thought you would find love like you have with Wonwoo.
You spend your time alone painting for ready some of the books Wonwoo keeps in a bookshelf. Jewel and Joshua often invite you over for dinner, or Mingyu comes around, so you aren't alone.
The amount of nausea you're experiencing is a firm reminder you're indeed pregnant. You and Wonwoo haven't done anything to prevent pregnancy, so you aren't surprised.
It's the day Wonwoo is finally serving back home. Sitting on the bathroom floor you wonder how Wonwoo will react to the news.
Your plans for cook dinner tonight have long gone out the window.
The sound of the front door closings catches your attention. You hear your name called in the distance. You're barely able to yell out for your husband, before you throw up again.
He finds you with your head in the toliet, spilling the contents of your stomach. Instantly he squats down next to you, and starts rubbing your back. Helping to soothe you.
"Darling, what's wrong."
"I think I'm pregnant." You pull back sitting on your knees looking over at him.
Wonwoo suddenly feels a mixture of excitement and terror. The idea of your father using his child as a pawn against both of you is absolutely terrifying.
He's lost all the color in his face as he stares at you. "Wonwoo?"
"Lucky, that's amazing, darling."
Placing his hand on your cheek he leans in and rest his nose against yours. Even thought the circumstances that led to your marriage aren't normal, he can't deny how much he loves you.
"You're going to be an amazing mother."
"I hope I am." You never wanted to raise a child anywhere near your father. The idea of bringing a child into this world is terrifying.
He presses a kiss to your forehead. He ever so slowly pushes your hair away from your face. "Darling, let me make you some tea to soothe your stomach."
He helps you stand up, and gives you a chance to clean up. Heading off to the kitchen he focuses on making you a cup of tea.
Walking into the kitchen you find Wonwoo focused on making you a cup of tea. Walking up behind him, you wrap your arms around his stomach. Resting your cheek against his back. You missed him so much.
"Next time you go on a trip, can we try and see if I can go with you." His absence made you realize, you don't want to live a life where Wonwoo isn't by your side.
He pulls away and spins around. Wrapping his arms around you, he holds you close. "I missed you so much." He leans down pressing his lips to yours for a gentle kiss.
"I missed you too."
"I saw your painting by the window."
You pull back giving him a soft smile. "In your absence, I distracted myself with painting."
He reaches out resting his hand on your stomach. "Maybe you could paint our beautiful baby something for their nursery?"
He's always encouraging you to paint. He always says, he loves watching you light up painting. Since everything unfolded that morning where you met Wonwoo, painting has brighten you so much joy.
"I would love to do that."
Sitting at the kitchen table sipping on tea, Wonwoo tells you all about his visit to see his family. He lights up, mentioning how his mother says she wants to meet you, and when she says she wants grandchildren. Instinctively you rest your hand on your stomach.
Unfortunately Wonwoo's parents won't be the only set of grandparents in your child's life. You know your mother will be a great grandmother, you're just terrified of your father.
For the longest time you have been sitting on lots of information about your fathers illegal activities. It seems the time has finally come to let your father know he won't be controlling your family you've built with Wonwoo.
Looking at Wonwoo you can see the way he looks at you. You're his everything, and in turn he's your everything. You stand by your promise you made to him, you'll protect him. The only way you can truly protect him, is by telling your father to leave you alone.
Your first evening home with Wonwoo ends with you laying in bed together. His head rest near your stomach. You can't help but smile as he talks to your baby. You both know there is no way your very small child can possibly hear him, but it doesn't matter. His actions makes both of you happy.
"I'm going to love you so much. You're momma is the best thing that ever happened to me." His sweet words make your eyes water.
"They're going to love you just as much." You respond.
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Two weeks pass until you're finally ready to speak to your father. You make sure not to tell Wonwoo, and you plan your trip for when he's at work at the university. You made sure to inform Jewel of your location, incase your father tries to pull anything.
It's a chilly autumn morning as you make your way through the city. Your families home is located on the upper fancy side of the city. You hold your close to your body, protecting yourself from the breezy.
Walking into your family home, you find your mother in the foyer. She lights at the sight of you. She pulls you into a tight hug.
"Lucky, I didn't know you were coming by." She immediately helps your remove your coat.
"Wonwoo is at work, and I need to talk to father."
She pulls back and looks at you with worried eyes. "Is everything okay?"
"It will be." You step back.
"He's in the dining room. He just finished up a meeting ."
Walking through the the living room, you enter the dining room. Your father is sitting alone. In front of him is a plate with steak and a glass of what looks like whiskey. One of the men he met with must of brought him the illegal brown colored liquor.
"Father."
"My darling daughter." You hate that he always speaks to you in a condescending tone.
You pull out a chair and sit down across from him."I shouldn't be here long. I'm stopping by to let you know, I'm with child."
He narrows his eyes at you, clearly processing what you just told him."You're pregnant?"
"Yes, and I'm letting you know now." You pause. This is your chance to finally be brave. "If you ever want to see me or your grandchild you will leave me and Wonwoo alone. This isn't a threat, but a promise. If you so much as touch one hair on Wonwoo's head, I will burn down everything you have worked for. You just won't see me or my child ever again. I will burn down your empire." You've spent years paying attention to all the illegal things your fathers does.
He barks out a bitter laugh. "Know your place, child."
"I'm not a child. I'm giving you a chance to know your grandchild."
He grabs the expensive glass, an takes a drink of the whiskey. "You're threatening me."
"No I'm promising you, that if you hurt my husband or try to control me, I'll end everything." You've been paying close attention to your father's illegal activities since your were an adult.
"Where is your beloved husband?" He leans forward, resting his arms on the table.
"Thats none of you business."
"You wouldn't do anything."
"I think Bureau of Investigation would love to know about the speakeasy on twelveth street. Or about your money moving store fronts." You have no issues laying your cards out on the table.
"You love the professor so much you would throw away your family that gave you everything." He's switching to a tactic of guilting you.
"I would do anything for him and our child." Instinctively you rest your hand on your stomach.
He doesn't say anything he just leans back in his chair. His eyes are burning into you. "It's time I leave now. I'm going on a trip with my husband. I better not encounter any of your men."
"Are you running away?"
"No, I'm going on a much needed trip. Don't worry I'll be back."
Walking out of the dining room you find your sister and mother standing there. Both of them practically in tears. This isn't how you wanted either of them to find out.
"You're pregnant?" Your mother asks.
"Yes." You can't stop the tears that start falling.
"Does Wonwoo know?" Your sister asks.
"Yes, and he's very happy."
Your mother wraps her arms around you, pulling you close. "I'm so happy for you, Lucky. Maybe you were his lucky charm."
You think about this often. You've always been called Lucky, because your mother says you're a lucky charm, and maybe she's right. Wonwoo and you being thrown together changed his life. He's even says you're his lucky charm.
"I think he's mine."
-
EPILOGUE: SNOWFALL
Two month later you find yourself stepping off a train with Wonwoo by your side. This is your first time traveling since that faithful trip to Chicago. Wonwoo holds your hand tight as you make your way through the crowd. One of your hands rest on your round stomach.
Philadelphia is beautiful in the winter. According to Wonwoo his parents live about a five minute walk from the the train station.
He lights up looking around the city called home for most his life. "I used to walk this way to school everyday."
Arriving at the house he grew up in he stops. He looks over at you and gives you a smile. "I always dreamed of bringing the love of my life home to meet my parents."
"Is that what I am?"
"Yes, you're the love of my life, and the mother of my child."
Walking up the lightly snow covered path, you feel slightly anxious. Wonwoo knocks on the door and his mother quickly opens the door. She lights up at the sight of both of you.
His family immediately walk you in with open arms. His mother waste no time pulling you into a hug before taking you inside. Wonwoo watches with the biggest smile on his face. He was already hopelessly in love with you. But seeing you pregnant and glowing with a smile plastered on your face, reminds him that you're truly the love of his life.
You might have not chosen each other, but maybe you were always supposed to end up together.
you’ve been in love with him since you met, and you realize your feeling possibly aren’t one sided.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, mutual pining, friends to lovers
𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, a tiny bit of body insecurities, mc is chubby
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, big dick mingyu, creampie, marking, p in v intercourse, sleepy sex, body worship, he is very handsy, nipple/breast play, nicknames: baby, honey (hers) Gyu, baby (his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
𝐚𝐧: thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading. This is another story that @aeristudios helped me figure out. I wanna shout for @haologram & @100vern for helping me figure out my banner. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.
🎧: snooze - sza | delicate - taylor swift | say - keshi
Sometimes your family is the people you choose. After moving away from home for college to start a new life you found your new "family." The family you built consist of Seokmin, his now wife Mina, Wonwoo, Junhui, and Soonyoung. You all went to college together and stayed in the city after.
Seokmin and Mina went on to get married, Wonwoo and Mingyu moved in together, and you, Junhui, and Soonyoung became roommates. You all made decent money, but living alone in the city would be too damn expensive.
You're pretty sure you've been in love with Mingyu since the first time you met him. You shared a class with him and Seokmin freshman year and instantly became friends. You're the one who actually introduced Seokmin and Mina. She was your freshman year roommate, who instantly became your best friend.
Outing with friends normally end you and Mingyu attached at the hip. None of your friends tend to have personal boundaries but things with Mingyu have always been different. He’s always been extra clingy, when it comes to you.
Friday nights after work tend to be when the full friend group meets up. Mina recommended a soup spot on the upper side of town she wanted to try. Dinner was delicious and instead of heading home everyone is standing next to Mingyu and Seokmin's cars, hanging out.
You're leaning against the hood of Mingyu’s car. He’s standing right next to you with his arm thrown over your shoulder.
Soonyoung and Seokmin are animatedly telling you a story about some drunken night they shared recently. Mina looks embarrassed as her husband talks about his drunk shenanigans. Junhui is standing next to Mina, laughing. Wonwoo is paying attention but he keeps glancing over at you and his roommate.
Mingyu mindlessly leans down and kisses the top of your head.
Mina leans against Seokmin's car and lets out a yawn. It's been a long day, the whole group worked today and it's pushing midnight now.
"Seokmin, your wife is tired." Mingyu says as he pulls you closer to him.
Seokmin stops moving his hands and turns his attention to his wife. "Is it time to go home?" Seokmin asked, sounding like a child who just was told it’s time to stop playing.
"I think so." Mina laughs.
"What are you doing tonight?"Mingyu asks looking down at you.
"She should be going to sleep." Junhui says walking toward you. "She's supposed to meet up with her sister for lunch tomorrow."
"Your sister is in town?" Wonwoo asks.
"Yeah, she kinda blindsided me today."
"Are you going alone?" Your relationship with your sister is good. Just sometimes she asks questions that are a little bit pushy. "Probably."
Mingyu nudges your side a little. "I'll go with you."
"That would be nice." The idea of having someone with you sounds perfect. At least Mingyu can be a buffer between you and your sister.
"I'll text you details." You say, pulling away from him.
Everyone starts giving their hugs goodbye. Mingyu avoids you until you're the last person. He walks over and wraps his arms around you, for a bear hug. Your entire body feels warm as he holds you close. You're well aware your roommates and Wonwoo are watching you both closely.
He pulls back and places a wet kiss on your forehead. "See you in the morning."
Heading home you take your time doing your nightly skincare routine. You listen as Soonyoung and Junhui are making a bunch of noise in the living room. You say goodnight to them before heading off to your room.
You hear both the boys bedroom doors close. You take this time to read some of the book you’ve been trying to finish.
After finishing two chapters your phone lights up on the bed next to you. At first you think it’s one of your roommates talking about something. Instead you’re surprised to see see Mingyu’s name with a text alert.
1:32am Gyu: are you still awake?
1:33am honey: yes lol
1:33am Gyu: if I pick you up, would you come over and watch a movie?
1:34am honey: like right now?
1:34am Gyu: yes. I'll leave right now.
1:34am honey: I'm in my pajamas and I don't have a bra on.
1:35am Gyu: So what? Throw my hoodie on you stole from me and meet me outside in ten.
1:36am honey: okay. see you soon.
It's the middle of the night and if Junhui or Soonyoung hear you sneak out. If they find out you'll never live this down. Slowly you crawl out of bed, and start throwing stuff into a backpack to wear tomorrow. The last thing you need is to do the walk of shame in your pajamas.
Quietly you sneak out of your apartment. You rush downstairs. You find Mingyu waiting in his car outside. He looks so soft and gentle sitting there. He's dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, and hoodie that's zipped half way up. Below is his beautiful golden skin peaking out. He's clearly opted out of wearing a shirt underneath.
"Hi," you awkwardly say, closing the door behind you.
"Hi, honey." God you love he calls you that. According to him, it's because you're as sweet as honey.
"Do the boys know I'm stealing you away in the middle of the night."
"Nope."
He gives you a smile, he shifts the car into drive. He reaches over resting his hand on your soft thigh. "Does Wonwoo know I'm coming over?"
He let out a breathless laugh. "No, but he won't be surprised. He was shocked I didn't ask you to come home after dinner."
"Wonwoo sure likes to observe us, doesn't he?"
Mingyu gently squeezes your thigh, "you could say that. Wonwoo just wants us both happy."
"Happy?" You try not to focus on the feeling of his hand resting on your thigh.
"Spending time with you makes me happy." A warmth takes over you. It feels nice to have him confirm he at least has some sort of feelings for you. “I also like to think I make you happy.”
There is a small beat of silence. “You do.”
Arriving at his and Wonwoo apartment, he grabs your hand the moment he's out of the car. He leads into the elevator, standing close to you, with his fingers still laced with yours.
Walking inside the apartment you immediately notice how quiet it is. You sit your backpack down on the floor next to the table the boys keep their keys on.
"Is Wonwoo going to be annoyed if we watch a movie right now?" You know Wonwoo is a night owl, but based on how quiet the apartment is, you think he might be asleep.
Mingyu let out a little laugh. "Wonwoo is busy getting laid. He's kinda seeing a girl, but hasn't told anyone. He literally left as soon as we got home tonight."
You wanna be annoyed Wonwoo is hiding a relationship from your friend group, but you don't blame him for keeping it on the down low. You love your friend group, but you're aware you all tend to be in each other's business all the time.
He releases your hand and kicks off his slides. He walks over and sits down on the couch. You're tempted to take off his hoodie, but you realize your pajamas don't cover much. You're suddenly very aware you're just in a tank top and small sleep shorts. You aren't wearing underwear or a bra underneath. Grabbing the remote he turns on Netflix and starts scrolling through. Slowly you move and sit down on the couch next to him. You put some distance between the two of you. You aren’t exactly sure if he wants to cuddle, or just hangs out.
"Anything particular you want to watch?"
"I'm not picky." You reach and grab the blanket that's folded and sitting on the arm of the couch.
Mingyu spends about five minutes searching through Netflix before deciding on a romance movie. The movie starts and Mingyu immediately has his arm over your shoulder, holding you close. This isn't the first time you've leaned against him while watching a movie, but this feels different.
About twenty minutes into the movie Mingyu pulls away from you. "Can we cuddle?" He asks.
You thought you were cuddling, but clearly this isn't enough. "Yes."
He leans back and you take this as your sign to lean in close to him. His arm rests around you as your head rest against him. His hand rests on your soft side. His hand slowly runs up and down your side, helping you relax even more.
The whole time you're watching the movie, you aren't even paying attention. You're more focused on the way Mingyu is touching you. The longer you lay here, the harder it becomes to even slightly pay attention.
"You keep yawning, are you ready for bed?"
"I don't wanna go home."
"I didn't plan on taking you home. We can cuddle in my bed, if you're okay with that?"
"Yea, that would be nice."
Pulling away from him, he leads you down the small hallway towards his room. You glance at Wonwoo's door, wondering if he'll be coming home. You've been in Mingyu's room many times before. His space is very neat and organized. His unmade bed lets you know he was laying in bed before he texted you. Standing at the foot of his bed you glance over and see him unzip his hoodie. His beautiful golden skin is on display. He's left standing there in just a pair of god forsaken sweatpants that are sitting low on his hips, a clear sign he’s wearing nothing underneath.
He lets out a low groan, as he stretches. He looks over at you with sleepy eyes, and a crooked smile. "Are you going to take my hoodie off?"
"I'm pretty exposed if I do." Your thin camisole below does barely anything to cover your boobs. Your nipples are already hard, so they'll be extremely visible through your shirt.
"I won't complain." He crawls to one side of the bed. He lays in his side looking at you.
The room is silent for a moment, before you pull his hoodie off and toss it on the floor. Instinctively you tug at the bottom of your small shorts, hoping they at least cover you.
"God you're so hot." He says to himself louder then he planned.
Hearing him call you hot, does something to your confidence. You crawl into bed next to him. You lay on your side facing him. Reaching out you run your finger down the bridge of his nose.
"You're so pretty." You say without even thinking.
"You know since I met you, I liked you." He says causally.
"What do you mean?"
"Ever since we had that class together back in school, I've had a crush on you." Thats definitely not what you expected for him to say. You always thought your crush on him was unrequited for the longest time.
"Gyu—"
"Yes, honey?"
"We've never even kissed sober." After being friends for basically a decade you have kissed most the people in your friend group drunk, some of them even sober. You and Junhui once made out to see what Soonyoung's reaction would be.
"We can change that." He leans in close. His nose brushes against yours.
"Mingyu are you sure?”
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He leans in pressing his lips to yours. The kiss starts out gentle. Mingyu moves his lips against yours slowly. His tongue drags across your bottom lips asking for permission.
His large hand rest on your cheek. Your lips move together as your tongues slide against each others. You moan into his mouth without meaning to.
He pulls back smiling. "That was better then I imagined." A huge smile pulls at your lips, you cover your face blushing. "You're so cute."
"Gyu."
"I hope you know, I'm going to want to kiss you all the time now." You would never say no to him kissing you. That single kiss you just shared, left your stomach filled with butterflies.
You let out a little yawn. It's like three in the morning at this point. You're absolutely exhausted but you can't get enough of him.
"Turn around baby, let me hold you." That's definitely a new nickname.
Laying in bed with him plastered behind you, you feel warm. His hand is resting on your soft stomach. Mindlessly he massages your tummy. You could get use to him hold you like this. This definitely isn't something normal friend do together.
"I've always wanted to do this." His voice is raspy as he speaks against your ear.
Mindlessly you push your back against his crotch. A low moan passes his lips. One hand grips your hip holding your ass against flush against him.
"Baby—"
"I'm sorry." Your voice is just above a whisper.
"God, I want you in every way." Rolling your hips back, you feel his cock start to harden against your ass. "We're supposed to be sleeping." He teases.
Grabbing his hand your place it on your barely covered breast. "Would you prefer we sleep?"
"No." His fingers toy with your pert nipple. He rolls his crotch against you. His large hand massages your breast. "Your pajamas are killing me."
"You probably don't wanna hear I'm not wearing underwear."
He presses his lips against your shoulder. "Fuck." His hand crawls down your soft stomach. "Baby, can I touch you?"
"Fuck, please."
His fingers dip below the waist band of your sleep shorts. He slides his fingers through you already wet folds. A soft gasp passes your lips. You've the idea of him touching you like this for years. He focuses on your sensitive clit. Instinctually you lift your leg hooking it over his thigh to give him better access to your core.
Quite whimpers and moans pass your lips. He's playing you like a fiddle. It's clear he knows his way around a woman's body. He dips two fingers into your core. The heel of his hand rubs against your clit, as he pumps his finger in and out of you.
"Gyu—" all the nerves in your body feel tense.
"Honey are you close?" Wordlessly you nod. Squeezing your eyes closed you're on the brink of falling part. He starts kissing your neck. Sensory overload kicks in, everything feels tense and suddenly the walls come crashing down. Your orgasm hits your hard. Your walls flutter around his fingers. He moans against your skin, rutting his cock against your ass.
"Can you go for more?" He asks.
"Please." You pull away enough to remove your shorts. Mingyu kicks off his sweats and throws them off the bed. "How do you want me?"
"Just like that." He lays back down on his side. You lay down in front of him again. He moves your leg so it's resting up on his. "Do I need a condom?"
"I'm in birth control and clean."
"I'm clean too." He slowly runs his very large lenght through your folds.
"Put it in." You push back against him.
He takes his time slowly pushing in, inch by inch. He's well aware he's large and you're going to need some time to adjust to his size. Reaching out you grip the sheet in front of you. The stretching feeling is absolutely intoxicating.
You squirm a little taking a moment to adjust to the pure size of him. No man you has ever been with, had been anywhere close to his size.
"You're so fucking tight." He groans.
"You're just huge."
He lets out a little laugh. "I can't get enough of you." His hand moves downs to where you're connected. He starts toying with your sensitive clit. You squirm a little again. "Baby, just relax."
"So big."
"If it hurts, we don't have to do this." He feels bad, he definitely should has made you came at least one more time before put it in.
"Just give me a minute. If you pull out, I'll cry." He can't help but smile at how desperate you sound.
Taking slow deep breaths you try to relax. You know as soon as your body gets used to the sheer size of him, you'll be absolutely cock drunk.
"It's the middle of the night, and this feels like a dream." Mingyu has quite literally been dreaming about this since college. He continues making lazy circles on your clit.
Pushing your hips back, you get a little bit of friction. You reach your pushing your top up, exposing your breast. With his other hand Mingyu starts playing with your breast.
"How are you feeling?" He asks.
"You can move. Just go slow."
He starts moving at a slow but deep pace. Mingyu has his hand touching anywhere he can possibly reach. With each deep thrust he's practically kissing your cervix. You wish you could back in time and pat your past self on the back for getting on birth control. The feeling of Mingyu completely bare inside you, feels incredible.
His cock curves up just enough, so that with his deep thrust he's touching just the right spot inside of you. With each thrust, he's brushing the spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
"Gyu—"
"Baby."
"You're so big." You whine. You're pushing your hips back against his.
Rolling your head back, you search for his lips. Leaning forward he strains his neck to reach your mouth. This kiss is sloppy. You're both drunk on lust, and chasing your orgasms.
His hand grips your breast. He pinches your nipple, earning a moan.
"Close." It's going to take very little to push you over the edge.
"I'm gonna cum." He groans against your lips.
The muscles in your stomach tighten, your release is getting closer and closer. With each tug on your nipple your orgasm is in the brink of cracking the ice.
"Please cum for me." He begs. His thrust are getting sloppier. He's trying his hardest not to cum before you.
Everything tenses like the tide pulling back before the wave crashes down. Your walls flutter around his massive length like a heart beat. Your eyes practically roll back in your head. Your orgasm triggers his. He groan as he slams his hips into yours one, two, three times. He feels you to the brim with his release. He grinds his hips into yours, helping both you ride out your highs.
"I have wanted to do that forever." His words are soft and he sounds dazed.
"I'm going to be sore tomorrow." You say with a little laugh.
Mingyu has no desire to pull out of you. He plans on staying snug inside of you for as long as you'll let him. After a while Mingyu gets up just long enough to clean you both up. He pulls your naked body pressed up against him. He teases you, playing with your nipples. "Can you always not wear a bar?"
"Unfortunately I need to wear a bra when go out."
"That's a shame. How about when we have sleep overs, you don't wear one."
"Is this going to be a on going thing?"
"Absolutely. I was thinking our friend group could use another couple." You can't help but smile. The idea of being in a relationship with Mingyu, is a literal dream.
He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. You fall asleep like this, comfortably in his arms.
The bright morning light shining through the curtains wakes you. You're still very naked wrapped up in Mingyu's strong arms.
You slowly pull away from Mingyu, trying not to wake up your bed buddy. He stirs and give you a sleepy smile. "Are you running away from me?"
"No I just need to check my phone and use the restroom."
Grabbing Mingyu's hoodie off the floor your pull it on, and grab your little sleep shorts. Your outfit is a definite sign of what just unfolded between you and Mingyu. Walking into the living room you find your phone on the coffee table. You see a slew of missed calls and texts from your roommates. Maybe you should have left a note, telling them you were going out. Opening your roommate chat you're instantly flooded with new messages from both boys.
7:04am Soonyoung: Where the fuck are you?
7:45am Jun: dude look at her damn location!
7:47am Soonyoung: does your location say Mingyu and Wonwoo apartment?!
7:48am Jun: when the hell did you leave?
7:49am Soonyoung: oh my god they're FINALLY fucking.
7:55am Jun: our beloved roommate honey?! You have some explaining to do.
8:00am Soonyoung: you have until 10am before we start making phone calls to get answers. Don't test us. We will call Wonwoo.
Staring at your phone you're trying your hardest not to laugh. You should have know they would figure out you're with Mingyu.
9:32am honey: I'm fine, I'm with Mingyu.
9:33am Soonyoung: is it safe to say he fucked you?
9:33am Jun: she went to his house in the middle of the night. What do you think?
9:45am honey: I don't think you need to know what we did.
9:45am Soonyoung: He definitely put her through the mattress.
9:46am Jun: are you able to walk today?
9:47am Soonyoung: you've seen his dick, she's not walking today lol.
9:47am honey: when have you seen gyu's dick?
9:49am Soonyoung: when he went skinny dipping at Seokmin bachelor party lol.
9:50am Jun: when are you coming home?
9:52am honey: ya'll can chill out. I'll be home tonight.
9:53am Soonyoung: have fun getting dicked down some more lol.
The front door opens and in walks Wonwoo. He's still in his clothes from last night, and his fluffy hair is disheveled. "Well well well, look who spent the night."
"I'm not the only one who got laid." You narrow your eyes at him teasing him.
"Touché." He sets his keys on the table next to the door. "I see Mingyu finally made a move."
"Yeah."
Mingyu walks out of his room in just a pair of tight, boxer-briefs. He scratches the back of his neck smiling. "Morning Wonwoo."
"So you guys clearly had sex?" Wonwoo says following Mingyu into the kitchen.
"Yep, we're together now." Mingyu says it so casually.
"I don't think anyone in the friend group is surprised."
It turns out they weren't. You and Mingyu went to lunch with your sister, where Mingyu proudly introduced himself as your boyfriend. By the time you got home, your whole friend group was aware of what had unfolded between you and Mingyu. Your huge friend group chat was blowing up. Mingyu and you sat in your room looking at your crazy group chat.
6:03pm Mina: how the hell am I last to know you two got together?
6:05pm Soonyoung: bro you and Seokmin are the only ones who don't live with one of them.
6:04pm Mina: how did my husband know before me?
6:05pm Jun: Soonyoung has a big mouth that's how.
6:07pm Wonwoo: I only know because I found honey in my living room basically naked.
6:07pm Seokmin: naked?!
6:08pm honey: I WASNT naked. I was in my pajamas.
6:09pm Gyu: she wasn't naked. Ya'll need to chill. We're together, like officially. Stop being weird about it.
Mingyu grabs your phone and locks it. He tossed both yours phones on the other side of the bed. "Turns out we're very official now."
You instantly smile. Leaning forward pressing your lips to his, for a heated kiss. "super official." You say between pecks.
Turns out that boy you met in college you fell in love with, was in love with you the whole time.
an: I’m quite tempted to make a little series of connecting stories with this little friend group. Incase anyone was curious to what Wonwoo is up to in this story.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: rich!choi seungcheol x f.reader, the reader also used to be in love with wonwoo
When it comes to your friend group it’s clear you’re in an extremely different tax bracket. Things get complicated when you drunkenly marry Seungcheol after he tells you he wants to take care of you.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, smut, romance, angst
𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol au, married in vegas au
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 13.5k
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking, blacking out, cussing, lots of emotions, and being confused about feelings.
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom choel, multiple sex scenes, consensual drunk sex, unprotected sex, sex in the shower, fooling around in the bath, clit play, breast/nipple play, fingering, multiple positions, creampie, big dick seungcheol, dirty talk, nicknames: pinky, baby, sweetheart (hers) cheol (his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+
𝐚𝐧: I couldn’t have written this story without @aeristudios. They were literally here for every step of this story. Thank you @orbitondgtl & @hanniehaeo for beta reading this one.
🎧: delicate - taylor swift | snooze - sza | sacrifice- mariah the scientist | just for me - pinkpantheress
There are times when you realize that you and your friend group are in different tax brackets. All of the boys in your friend group have different types of jobs. Soonyoung owns a dance studio, Joshua is a producer, Jeonghan and Mingyu work at Seungcheol‘s company, which he started up when he was twenty. Wonwoo works a tech job with Minghao. Then there is you, working as a freelance writer. A struggling freelance writer at that.
When the money is good for you, things are great, but recently, you can't find work to save your life, and you’ve had to dip into your savings to get by. It’s safe to say that recently things have been quite tough for you.
Sitting in Seungcheol's expensive penthouse with a beautiful view of the city, you’re next to Wonwoo, listening to the rest of the boys go on about what the plan should be for Seungcheol's upcoming birthday. He’s turning thirty, and the boys have been talking about the possibility of a trip to celebrate.
“I say we just commit to finally doing a group Vegas trip.” Jeonghan chimed in. He and Soonyoung have been trying to plan a Vegas trip for years at this point.
“Really, Vegas?” Minghao seems unamused by this idea.
“That could be fun. Could you guys all swing, missing some work for this?” Seungcheol asked.
“I mean, technically, you're mine and Jeonghan's boss.” Mingyu laughs.
All the boys agree to go other than Wonwoo, who is traveling for a work trip that week. When they all turn your attention to you, you wish you could disappear. There is absolutely no way you can afford a trip right now. It’s been over a month since you had a job. You shouldn’t be doing anything lavish.
“I probably shouldn’t travel. I’m trying to lock down a few jobs.”
Seungcheol's eyes lock on yours, and he stares at you intently. He’s always had this ability to easily read you. Setting his beer on the counter, he reaches for his phone in his pocket. You watch as he starts typing away on his keyboard.
Your phone buzzes, and you instantly know he’s texting you.
From cheol 🍒: just go on the trip.
From pinky: I wish I could, but money is tight with the lack of jobs I’m getting.
From cheol 🍒: literally just agree to going and I’ll pay for you. You won’t have to worry about anything. I’ll give you a credit card and you can swipe away and pretend the money is coming from a magical account.
From pinky: that’s insane.
He sets his phone down and gives you a smile across the room. “Okay, let’s figure out who is rooming with who. Jeonghan and Shua together. Hao and Mingyu, and then Soonyoung and Pinky.”
“I thought Pinky didn’t agree.” Joshua chimes in. It used to embarrass you, that your nickname refers to the time the wind blew your skirt up and flashed all the boys your pink panties. It’s been over ten years now, and the nickname doesn’t faze you anymore.
“Pinky is going. Right?” He gives you a look, letting you know you can’t say no.
“I’ll go—“ You know this is an absolutely insane idea.
“Good luck. Let me know how this goes.” Wonwoo laughed beside you.
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Arriving in Vegas feels like an absolute whirlwind. You barely have time to settle in before the boys are dragging you around.
Jeonghan had the absolutely insane idea that the whole group had to be in a bar when it was officially Seungcheol’s birthday . That would be great if you haven’t been drinking for literally hours.
Your hand was gripping Soonyoung’s as he led you towards the bar. He’s talking to the bartender as you attempt to fix this dress that is way too short for your liking.
Looking over where your friend group is, you see Seungcheol watching you. The moment Soonyoung has drinks, he leads you back to the bar, holding his own drink and one for the birthday boy.
As soon as you're close to the group, Jeonghan grabs your arm, moving you closer to the birthday boy. Holding out Seungcheol’s jack and coke he gives you a smile, pressing his lips to your forehead for a quick kiss. This isn't something out of the ordinary, as the entire friend group tends to lack personal boundaries.
“Happy birthday.”
“Thank you.” Seungcheol’s hand lingers on your lower back. Standing next to you, he leans down and says, “You look really pretty.” Being – for the most part – one of the only girls in this friend group, it’s not unusual for the boys to compliment you. The way he says it feels different though.
“You look pretty good yourself, birthday boy.” He gives you a crooked smile.
“Let me buy your next drink.”
“I didn’t buy my last one, Soonyoung did.”
“Just let me buy it.”
“But it’s your birthday, you shouldn’t be spending money on drinks.“
“It may be my birthday, but I want to take care of you.” You can hear Joshua and Jeonghan arguing about something in the distance, but all you can fully focus on is the way Seungcheol is staring at you.
“Cheol—“
“Pinky?”
“You don’t need to take care of me. I should be buying you drinks.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet. Without another thought, he pulls out a black metal card and hands it to you. The cold metal hits your hand before you can even argue with him, a clear indication of how wealthy Seungcheol actually is.
“Why are you giving me your card?”
“Because, the whole time we’re here in Vegas, I want you to just use it. Like I said before, pretend it’s coming out of your bank account if it makes you feel better.”
Maybe he’s right, clearly he does have too much money. Why on earth would he freely hand you his black card and just tell you to spend his money?
“Here, time for shots.” Jeonghan comes over holding a tray of what looks like tequila shots.
“Not now Hannie.” You try to wave him off. Before you can say anything else, he holds a tequila shot to your lips.
“Be a good girl and take the shot for Cheol’s birthday.”
You glance over at Seungcheol, who grabs a shot and holds it up to his own lips.
The golden liquid burns as it slides down your throat. You’ve been here an hour, and this is the third shot Jeonghan has passed out. It’s not that you're a light weight, but the amount of alcohol you’re being given will definitely have your judgement feeling cloudy before you know it.
“Cheol, chug your drink and then get on the dance floor with me and Pinky.” Soonyoung pulls you away from Seungcheol before you can even argue with him. You shoved his credit card into your bra to keep it safe.
You aren’t even able to object as he drags you towards the crowded dance floor. Looking back, you find Minghao following behind.
The music is loud, and it’s so crowded you’re pressed against Soonyoung. He turns you around so your back is plastered to his front. It isn’t unusual for you to end up on the dance floor with these two.
Soonyoung rolls his hips with yours to the beat of the music. Looking over, you watch as a random pretty girl has found her way into Minghao’s arms.
You feel Soonyoung release you, and before you can turn around to question him, another body is pressed up to you. A large hand rests on your stomach, rolling your body back against him. There is no way Soonyoung would let a random man dance with you, this has to be one of the boys.
“Do you mind if I take Soonyoung‘s spot?” Seungcheol's husky voice rings in your ear. This is just the man you preferred to be dancing with.
“No.” You say loud enough for him to hear over the loud music.
One hand stays resting on your stomach while the other rests on your hip. His thumb drags over the side of your thong, pressing against the tight fabric of your dress.
You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol in your system or the feeling of Seungcheol's body against yours that makes your head spin.
“Cheol—“ you practically moan, leaning your head back against his shoulder.
“I can see why Soonyoung likes dancing with you.”
Pulling away from him, you turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck. His body is pressed up against yours. You’re straddling his thigh as you move to the beat of the music.
“God, you’re so pretty.” He leans down so his nose is brushing yours. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes—“ the moment the word leaves your mouth, his lips crash into yours. One hand grips your hip while the other rests on your ass, pulling you closer to him. It’s been so long since you had properly kissed anyone. The feeling of his pouty lips against yours is enough to leave you feeling drunk on lust.
Pulling away, he whispered against your lips, “I have wanted you for so long.” Without another word, you lean in, crashing your lips to his. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him close to you. His strong thigh is between your legs as you grind against him. Your lips fight for dominance, everything around you fading away.
He pulls back and gives you a grin. “I shouldn’t kiss you like this in public.“
“Why is that?”
“Because I can’t keep my hands to myself when we kiss like that.”
Mingyu and Soonyoung walk towards you, pulling you away from your moment. Soonyoung grabs your hand, pulling you away from Seungcheol. “Come on, Hannie got more shots.”
The more shots they’re able to pour in your mouth, the hazier things get. The liquid courage has you thinking with a one track mind. All you can think about is an equally drunk Seungcheol.
Leaning against the wall in the club, Seungcheol has you caged in with his arms on either side of your head.
He’s leaving a sea of kisses across your neck up to your jaw. “We should get married.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m just crazy about you.” He peppers your jaw with kisses.
“We can’t get married.”
“Lovebirds, you’re being a little too intense.” Jeonghan teased, pulling Seungcheol away from you.
“You’re just jealous, Hannie.” Seungcheol leans in to kiss you again.
“Come on, loverboy.” He grabs Seungcheol, pulling him away from you.
Leaning against the way you watch as Mingyu pours straight from the bottle into the birthday boy's mouth.
Joshua walks over to you and reaches up, wiping away your smeared lipgloss. “Are you good?” You’ve always been close with him. He’s always one of the first to check on you.
“Yeah. I think I’m gonna leave with Cheol.” There is no way you can just leave this club, go back to your hotel room with Soonyoung, and pretend this never happened.
“Can’t say I’m shocked. Just make sure you use a condom.”
“Shua—” You whine.
“I’m not judging you, just be safe.” He kisses the top of your head before sending Seungcheol back towards you. “I’m serious, use a condom.” He pats Seungcheol on the back.
Pushing yourself off the wall, you walk up to Seungcheol. “Can we please get out of here?” This club feels too crowded, and you just want to be alone with the man you can’t stop kissing.
Hand in hand, he leads you out of the club. He pushes you up against the wall, hidden away from prying eyes. His lips are all over your neck, and his hand is under your tight dress, toying with your thong. It’s taking everything in him to not slide his finger right into your tight core, right out there in the open.
“I want you so bad—” You moan, closing your eyes.
“I will give you anything you could possibly want.”
The last thing you remember is Seungcheol pulling you away from the wall.
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Bright morning light peaking through the curtains wakes you up. You’re an absolute idiot for not closing the curtains fully, even in your drunken state.
You quite possibly woke up with one of the worst hangovers of your life. The pounding in your head mixed with the feeling of nausea is unbearable. If you manage to survive getting out of bed, you quite possibly might kill Jeonghan for pouring too many shots of tequila down your throat.
Closing your eyes tighter, you move further into the bed. Something blocks you when you've barely nestled under the blankets. It bounces back when you push it aside, and when you finally turn around, you see Seungcheol. A lot of him. Your heart practically jumps out of your chest at the sight of him barely covered by a thin white sheet. That same sheet is doing nothing to hide his morning wood.
You remember kissing Seungcheol at the club while Jeonghan egged you on, and your heated makeout session as he pulled you away from the club. You even remember him putting his hand up your dress. You don’t remember anything that happened in this room, or what led you both to be naked. The dark marks across his neck are a clear indicator more than just innocent sleeping took place. You have reason to believe those marks were left by you.
You pull away from him as quietly as you can. Luckily, you’re in his room, so you could probably sneak out without him noticing. The issue is what happens when you get to your room you share with Soonyoung. You can barely slip away underneath the blankets before he pulls you close.
“Stop trying to run away. Just cuddle with me.” He mumbles, not bothering to open his eyes.
“Seungcheol—”
“Baby, just stay in bed. My head hurts, and cuddling with you will fix it.”
“Baby?” You relax, letting him pull you closer to him. Lying on your side, he pulls your leg up so it’s resting on his stomach. He hasn’t bothered responding to your confusion about your new nickname.
“You’ve never called me baby before.”
“Well, you weren’t my wife before.” You must be hearing things. There is no way he just called you his wife. It feels as if an ice cold bucket of water was poured on you.
“Wife?”
“We got married?”
He knits his brows together. “Pinky, remember I told you I wanna take care of you?"
“I didn’t think you were serious about actually putting a ring on my finger.”
“Speaking of rings. I wanna get you a proper nice ring after I have some caffeine and food, and then possibly give you a reminder about our time in this bed.” He leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Seungcheol—“
“Pinky, before you freak out, just think about the pros of us being married. I can give you a list if you want.” He’s absolutely insane. He can’t actually think randomly getting married in Vegas is a good idea. He has more money in his bank account than you’ll probably ever be worth.
“Why would you actually want to marry me?” You pull away from him.
“I have liked you since college. Long before I saw your cute pink panties. I have more money than I could ever need. I want to take care of you. You work so hard, and I don’t want you to stress about money. I think we’re a good pair. You can’t tell me you don’t have feelings for me.” Seungcheol is laying all his cards out on the table. He’s wanted you for as long as he can remember. This is one shot at trying to fully be with you. Who cares if you skipped a couple major steps and just married you.
“Cheol—“
“Do you not like me?” His face falls a little.
“I obviously like you. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have made out with you. It’s just… people are going to assume I’m a gold digger, or you’re my sugar daddy.”
“I can be your sugar daddy if you want me to be.”
“I’m being serious. This whole thing is crazy.”
He sits up. Reaching over, he rested his hand on your cheek. “It might be crazy, but I like you, and I know we could fall in love so easily if you gave us a real shot. We can pretend we’re just dating if you want. But I would prefer we go all in.”
Well, he’s clearly insane, and you might be too because suddenly his idea isn’t sounding so crazy. ”What does all in include?”
He gives you a gummy smile, “you move in with me, and we live as husband and wife. That means we can kiss and do all the things married people do.”
“Cheol, this is crazy.”
“I know, but let’s just see where this goes.”
“Okay—“
“How about we shower and then go get breakfast, and then I’ll get you a nice ring.” He pulls away the covers, revealing his very naked body. He stands up completely unfazed by the fact that he’s naked.
“Shower?”
“Yeah, I need to shower, and you probably want to shower, and I think we should save water and do it together.”
He walks off to the huge en-suite bathroom he has. You never got to fully look around this suite he booked while you were sober. Before going out, he met everyone at Jeonghan and Joshua’s room. This hotel is definitely too expensive for you. But for the boys, this is nothing.
Right now is the time to be brave. Seungcheol told you he wants to stay married and act like a married couple. If he’s your husband, you should have absolutely no issue joining him in the shower.
Walking into the large white and marble bathroom, you’re greeted by the sight of Seungcheol standing behind the glass. Your eyes are drawn to his very large length, that is basically hard.
“Is my wife going to join me?” He turns to his back and is facing you. Your eyes go to his olive tree tattoo. You remember him getting it Anytime you’ve gone to the pool or seen him shirtless you’ve always wanted to trace it.
Walking towards the shower you slide open the door and step inside. This shower is so big it could probably fit five people. The shower head is above you. Seungcheol steps aside, he’s still under the water but it gives you room.
“Can I kiss you again?” He tilts your head up so you’re looking at him.
“Yes.”
The first time his lips touch yours it’s slow, as if he's testing the waters. Your hand rests on his chest. His hand rests on the back of your head, holding you close to him. His lips move against yours as if he needs you to breathe.
“I couldn’t believe it when you actually agreed to marry me.” He says with his lips against yours. “I would have married you years ago if you would have said yes.” He moves you backwards and your back hits the cold tile behind you.
“You didn’t think about maybe just asking me out on a date?” You say between feather light kisses against his lips.
“I have wanted to ask you out since college. There were a few things that complicated it. One being I was worried about our friend group, another one being that I thought Wonwoo liked you.”
He kind of hit the nail on the head with Wonwoo being brought up. Wonwoo didn't necessarily like you, but you had a good five years when you thought you were in love with him. Turns out time heals a broken heart and you let go of your feelings for him long ago. Wonwoo and you are still very close, you just don’t pine after him like you used to.
“Cheol—“
“You don't have to explain anything to me. Just promise me you’ll give us a shot.”
“I’ll give us a shot, but you don’t want you to worry about Wonwoo.”
“I’m not worried about Wonwoo now. I talked to him before we left and he told me not to worry about him.” Why on earth would he ask Wonwoo about what’s going on?
“Why did you talk to him?”
“My only birthday wish was, I was finally going to ask you to be mine. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t stepping on his toes.” He caged you against the shower wall. “This is the perfect way to spend the morning on my birthday.”
Wrapping your around his neck, you pull him closer to you. “Are you really serious about wanting to be married?”
“One hundred percent. Let me take care of you, baby.”
“I could get used to you calling me that.”
He crashed his lips into yours for a searing kiss. No man has ever kissed you quite like he has. The way his lips move against yours it’s almost as if he’s kissing you like he needs you to breathe.
Reaching down you take his already hardened length in your hand. You can’t lie, you're a little ache between your legs from your wedding night that you don’t fully remember. The size of him alone in your hand, you know it’s gonna take a little while for your body to adjust to him.
His nose rests against yours. A low moan passes his lips as you stroke his velvety length.
“How do you like this?”
“Focus on the head.” He groans.
His hand dips down and he starts playing with your clit, before dipping two fingers into your wet core. “Fuck—“ He moans.
“Cheol—“
“I need to get a condom.” He pulls his hands away from you.
Reaching for his hand you stop him from leaving the shower. The idea of feeling him raw right now turns you on even more..
“I’m on birth control.”
He looks at you with a surprised look playing across his face. “Are you sure?”
“I’m clean. It’s been a year since I’ve had sex with anyone other than my own hand or my vibrator.” That’s definitely embarrassing to admit, but if anyone should know this information it should be your husband.
“I’m clean too. I haven’t had sex in like three months.”
“If you want we can go bare.”
“Where do you want me to finish?”
You let out a little chuckle at this question. “Inside?”
“Okay.” He steps towards you again. “Can you turn around baby?”
Your hands are placed on the cold tile, you arched your back. Looking over your shoulder you watch as he pumps his large length. “We’ll go slow. You said our first time I’m in your words, fucking massive.”
“I trust you to take care of me.”
True to his word he ever so slowly pushed into you. As he bottomed out he gave you time to adjust. His hand gently rubbed your back helping you to relax. The stretching feeling slowly starts to dissipate into a feeling of pleasure.
“You can move. Can you play with my clit while you do?”
“Of course.”
His thrusts are slow but deep. He’s hitting places inside of you, you aren’t quite sure another man has ever reached. Reaching around his fingers rub your clit. Pushing your hips back, you meet his thrust. One of his hands grips your hip tightly,leaving finger print shaped bruises in his wake. With each drag of his cock he seems to brush a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.
“Cheol—“ His name comes out as a broken moan.
“Such a good girl.” You could get used to him speaking to you like that. You’ve never been one for dirty talk or pet names, but with him you can’t seem to get enough of it.
“So big.”
“You’re so tight, it’s like you were made for me.”
Pushing your hips back harder, you’re chasing your release that is getting closer and closer. Squeezing your eyes closed you concentrate on the filling of his hands on your clit.
The dam breaks as a white hot wave hits you. A slur of curse words and his name pour from your lips. Your walls contract around his massive length. Your arms start to give out as you start to fall forward. Without even thinking he grabs your hips keeping you from falling.
“Baby, I’m close.” His thrusts are sloppy as he holds you up. He slams your butt against his pelvis as he fills you to the brim, painting your walls with his milky release.
“Can you put your hands back on the wall?”
Even in your dazed state you listen to his request. Your hands are on the cold title wall holding yourself up.
Slowly he pulls out of you, watching as his cum slowly leaks out. He never necessarily had a creampie kink, but seeing you like this might have changed something inside of him. He’s not sure if he could ever wear a condom with you again, after seeing you like this.
“Fuck that was good.” You mumble resting your cheek against the shower wall.
“I need to clean you up.” He reaches for an unused washcloth hanging on the wall.
After an intense round of shower sex, Seungcheol takes his time washing your body, and washing your hair. Once the water is off he even dries you off before wrapping you in an expensive white fluffy robe.
Seungcheol ordered room service. They quickly brought up coffee and pastries.
Thank god you’re sitting in bed wrapped up in a robe and not still naked. The door opens and Jeonghan barges in. Seungcheol doesn’t seem fazed that he’s practically naked wearing only a towel resting low on his hips.
“Soonyoung said you didn’t come back to the room. I had a feeling this is where I would find you.” The grin Jeonghan is wearing is enough of a sign that he’s enjoying this.
“Jeonghan, why are you here?” Seungcheol turns around and starts going through his suitcase.
“I’m making sure you’re both alive and well. Soonyoung was a little concerned about where his roommate ended up sleeping.”
“Well, you found us and were alive. You and the boys do whatever you want today. I’m going to spend the day with Pinky and go shopping.”
“Dude it’s your birthday, don’t you want to have a birthday dinner?”
He looks over at you. He’s trying to figure out if you want to go to dinner with all the boys. “Sure. Can you book us a reservation in the private room at the sushi place downstairs?”
“Sure.” Jeonghan looks over at you giving you a knowing glance.
“Have fun, lovebirds,” he practically sings walking out.
After finally getting rid of Jeonghan, Seungcheol takes you to your room to get ready. Luckily Soonyoung is nowhere to be seen. You weren’t ready to face any of the other boys quite yet. Dressed in a sundress and a pair of sandals he takes you down to the lobby where he has a car waiting for you.
He’s made the decision to go shopping for rings before eating lunch. Arriving at the Bellagio hotel, he takes you by the hand leading you straight to Tiffany and Co. You quite literally can’t afford anywhere like this before in your life.
The moment you enter the store a sales associate walks up and asks if you need any help.
“We’re here for an engagement ring, and wedding bands for each of us.”
You can’t even say anything. You're just shocked this is even real. Everything in this room is absolutely out of your budget.
You’re immediately led off to a private room. Silently you sit there next to Seungcheol as a bunch of rings are placed in front of you.
“Any specific shape in mind?” The sales lady asked.
“No.” When you dreamed about getting married as a teen you never got to the point of imagining a wedding ring.
“Baby, don’t worry about the price. Just pick what you think is perfect for you.” Seungcheol whispers in your ear.
“Are you getting married soon?” She asked.
“We’re actually already married but I want her to have a proper engagement and wedding ring.”
The amount of sparkling diamonds on the tray in front of you, is worth probably more than you will ever make in your lifetime. Your eyes are instantly drawn to a beautiful teardrop shaped diamond. It’s on the smaller side which is perfect for you.
Picking it up, you slide it on your finger. Instantly you know, this is the ring. Glancing over at Seungcheol you find him intently watching you. “Do you think that’s the one, baby?” Him calling you baby still makes you feel warm and fuzzy.
“If it’s not too much, yes.”
“We’ll take that one, and can we see the wedding bands for her and myself.”
Within moments all the engagement rings are gone and instantly a sea of wedding bands are in front of both of you. Your eyes flash over to a v shaped diamond encrusted ring that would match your tear dropped shaped ring perfectly. Without even thinking you point, the one that caught your eye.
Seungcheol picks it up and slides it onto your finger. He grabs the engagement rings and puts them on with it. Instantly something tells you that this is your ring.
“I think I just watched you light up at the sight of these.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“We’ll take these two.” He says before you can even protest.
“Seungcheol, how much are those?
“I told you it doesn’t matter. You’re my wife and I want to spoil you.”
Seungcheol picks a beautiful platinum wedding band with diamonds scattered around it. When it’s time to check out, you try your hardest not to see the total, but unfortunately you see the total is close to thirty thousand and you instantly feel sick. The idea of him dropping that much money instantly is insane.
Luckily your wedding ring set you picked is perfectly your size. Seungcheol wastes no time putting it on your finger.
After ring shopping he takes you out to brunch at a beautiful restaurant. He’s talking to you all about a business trip coming up and asking if you would be interested in traveling with him for now on. How are you supposed to say no to something like this?
“Cheol, I was thinking maybe we should wait until we tell the boys all about our marriage? and hold off on wearing our rings. I was thinking maybe telling them and Wonwoo all together.” You don’t want one of the boys telling Wonwoo. This is definitely something you should tell him.
“If that’s what you want to do. Would you like me to keep your rings safe until then?”
“Yes please. Maybe tonight I should sleep in my room with Soonyoung so the boys don’t push too much.”
“That’s not a bad idea. I’m saying this now, on the flight home you’re riding next to me. Mingyu can sit with Soonyoung.”
“Okay.”
Seungcheol's entire birthday was spent with you. After lunch you went shopping, where he not only bought himself some clothes, but he also had no issues pulling out his fancy black card to buy you a dress he thought would look beautiful on you.
Heading back to your own hotel room you find Soonyoung getting ready.
“Well, well, well. Look at who finally decided to show up.” He teases you, grabbing his belt off the bed.
“Sorry I was a little preoccupied.”
“Preoccupied by Cheol’s dick?”
Soonyoung has never been one to sugar coat things with you.
“I’m not kissing and telling.”
“I’ve heard he’s pretty big. I’m shocked you’re still walking.”
“Soonyoung, shut up.” You grab a decorative pillow and throw it at him. He quickly dodges it and gives you a huge smile.
“Damn you’re feisty. I thought getting some good dick would make you chill out.”
Oh if only he knew what getting ‘good dick’ had led to.
“I’m going to change my shoes and then we should head downstairs.”
Arriving at the restaurant you show up just as Seungcheol arrives with Jeonghan and Joshua. Minghao and Mingyu arrive shortly after. This sushi restaurant is absolutely gorgeous.
The host leads you back to a private room where you have a private chef. There aren’t any food menus passed around, only a cocktail menu. The chef starts making omakase style sushi for the group.
This is the nicest sushi dinner you have ever had. The boys are having a great time, each with a ton of delicious sushi and drinking. Jeonghan ran off to the bar and paid for a huge bottle of sake. He comes back into the room and starts pouring liquor straight into everyone's mouth.
You’re sitting across from Seungcheol watching him have a great time. Seeing him happy instantly makes you happy.
The moment the check comes, Seungcheol pulls out his black card before anyone could argue. Before the waiter could get out of the room Jeonghan rushes up and swaps the cards.
Jeonghan hands the card back to Seungcheol. “You pay me too much to do my job. This is the least I could do for my best friend.”
The two of them have been best friends since freshman year of college when they were roommates. Jeonghan was there every step of the way of Seungcheol creating his company. It was inevitable that Jeonghan would work for him and make bank alongside him.
The night comes to a close and the group is heading off to the elevators. You and Seungcheol are walking in the back of the pack. He keeps intentionally bumping you, and giving you knowing looks.
He gives you a quick kiss before anyone can see. The way he’s looking at you, gives you butterflies.
Parting ways everyone to head off to their own room, you head off with Soonyoung. You’re getting ready to shower before you get a text.
from cheol 🍒: Goodnight baby
from wifey 💕: Goodnight my husband 💗
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The last four days after returning home have been an absolute whirlwind. Seungcheol immediately hired people to pack up your things and move you into your now shared penthouse.
As soon as you returned home you had to take a trip to Seungcheol’s bank, so you could be added onto all his accounts. Reluctantly you took all the fancy debit and credit cards he gave you.
This whole situation doesn’t feel real. According to Seungcheol, the black card that is now in your name can be used for anything you want.
Today is the first day things feel slightly normal. You’ve been working all day on a freelance assignment you were able to get. Seungcheol has been at the office all afternoon. You don’t expect him home until just before the boys are coming over for game night. It’s going to take some getting used to living in this huge penthouse.
The door opens and Seungcheol walks in carrying too many designer shopping bags. You instantly know he went on a shopping spree for you.
“Cheol, what did you get?” You close your laptop and look at your husband.
“I got you some new clothes, a purse that I saw because it made me think of you. Some things that are more selfishly for me.”
“What did you get for yourself?” He sets one of the bags on the counter and pulls out some very expensive looking lingerie. You can’t help but smile. “So you saw that and thought of me?”
“Yes. There is also a pretty dress I got for you to wear tonight.”
Something deep down inside of you told you, telling Wonwoo wasn’t going to be easy. Having this game night with the intention of telling the boys about your marriage suddenly feels tacky and wrong.
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Dressed in a beautiful flowy yellow dress Seungcheol bought you as a gift. You should feel beautiful and happy, but you aren’t. You’re anxious and feel nauseous. It feels weird that Seungcheol had no issue dropping all this money on a designer dress and shoes for you to wear tonight.
Taking a deep breath you walk out of the bathroom and find Seungcheol standing in front of the mirror fixing up his hair. He looks so handsome.
“You look gorgeous.” He says the moment his eyes lock on you through the mirror.
“Thank you for the dress.”
Turning around he steps towards you. His dark eyes slowly travel up and down your body. He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. “We need to go shopping and get you more dresses like this. You look absolutely breathtaking.”
“You’re just saying that because it makes my boobs look big.” The moment you put this dress on you saw how crazy it made your chest look.
“That's just a bonus, but you look absolutely beautiful.”
He reaches out holding your hand. “If you want to keep our marriage on the down low we can.”
This isn’t a secret you can keep to yourself. You don’t want to lie to your friends about what is going on between you and Seungcheol. If you agreed to stay married that definitely means everyone should know you’re married.
“You and I both know you are going to call me your wife and confuse people sooner rather than later.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“You rarely call me Pinky anymore. You seem to be quite fond of baby and your wife.”
The boys start showing up one by one. Wonwoo comes over pretty early on. You’re chatting in the kitchen together. He’s drinking a beer, while you’re sipping on a glass of wine. Wonwoo is telling you about his work trip. He asked about the Vegas trip. You dance around telling him about what has unfolded between you and Seungcheol.
“How drunk did everyone get it?”
“I don’t even remember everything from Cheol‘s party at the club.”
You don’t think you have ever gotten that drunk in your life. Even at crazy college parties, you never got nearly that drunk.
“Damn. I missed black out drunk Pinky?” Wonwoo lets out a laugh.
“I would prefer I never black out again.”
“I don’t blame you. I wish I could have gone. You all seemed like you had an amazing trip.”
“Wonwoo and Pinky get in here.” Soonyoung yells from the living room.
Game night is already as chaotic as it tends to be. It’s not a game night if Jeonghan isn’t trying to find a way to cheat. Him and Joshua are being absolute menaces like they normally are together. You’re sitting on the couch next to Seungcheol.
Jeonghan is attempting to cheat to win.
“Pinky, you’re just jealous you’re losing like always.”
You know Jeonghan is joking, he’s always loved to tease you. The problem is you can feel how annoyed Seungcheol is.
“Hey, don’t speak to my wife that way.” The moment the word wife leaves his mouth it feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room.
“Whoa wait, what?” Jeonghan looks extremely confused, along with the rest of the room.
Suddenly the room goes dead silent for what feels like a lifetime. Seungcheol stares at you with wide eyes. Looking past your husband you see Wonwoo standing next to Joshua. The look of confusion on his face morphs into hurt.
“You guys actually got married?”’Jeonghan asked the question clearly the whole room wanted to ask.
“Yeah we got married. We’re fully together now.” Seungcheol says. You’re left sitting there silently in shock.
“We thought you two just got drunk and fucked.” Soonyoung chimes in.
Wonwoo looks at Soonyoung and then walks off towards the kitchen. This is not how you wanted him to find out. Hell this isn’t how you wanted any of them to find out.
“We got married.” Seungcheol squeezes your hand.
“Did you move in here?” Joshua asked.
“Yeah, she moved in.”
“What about your lease?” Joshua is asking the same questions you asked.
“It’s over in four months and Seungcheol is helping me with it.”
Jeonghan barks out a laugh. “You two are actually insane, but for some reason I think this is a good idea.”
Stepping away from Seungcheol, he releases your hand. Walking away from everyone, you head off to the kitchen where you find Wonwoo leaning against the counter.
“Wonwoo—“
“What were you thinking? Pinky you’re smarter than this.”
“We were drunk and it just happened.”
Taking his glasses off he rubs his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. “Are you guys going to get this annulled?" He puts his glasses back on.
“No, we're going to stay married.”
The look on his face isn’t like anything you’ve ever seen before. He’s never looked this sad or disappointed when he’s with you. “You’re insane, you can’t think this is a good idea. You’ve never even dated each other and now suddenly you’re married.”
Wonwoo is bringing to the surface all the little insecurities you’ve had about being married suddenly.
“I know it’s crazy, but I think this is a good idea. Seungcheol has liked me for a while, and I can’t lie, I've had feelings for him.”
He barks out a laugh. “That’s fucking fantastic. I’m so glad you talked about your feelings. Maybe try dating before just jumping into being married.”
That hurt so much more than you thought it would. Wonwoo’s reaction is worse than you could have imagined.
“Wonwoo, you’re being mean.”
“No, I’m being real. You and Cheol are in some honeymoon lalaland and not realizing this is absolutely insane.”
“We talked about this and we think it’s a good idea.”
The shame that takes over you, knowing that one reason Seungcheol wants to be married to you is so he can support and take care of you.
“I can’t stand here and lie to you, and say this is a good idea.” He pushes himself off the counter. “I’m going to head out.”
“You’re really just going to leave?” Tears brim your eyes as you try your hardest not to cry.
“Yes.”
“Wonwoo why are you acting like this?”
“Because if I would have gone on this trip, none of this would have happened.”
The feeling of an ice cold bucket of water being dumped on you makes the room fall dead silent. Wonwoo stands there looking defeated and tears are now sliding down your cheeks.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“That’s fine, I should leave.” Without saying another word Wonwoo walks out of your new home. He doesn’t bother saying goodbye to anyone, he just leaves. The worst part of it all, is now you’re both hurt and you’re not quite sure you can ever fix things between you.
The tears don’t stop falling. How are you supposed to just walk back out there where all your friends are and act like nothing happened. Leaning against the counter you push away your tears.
Looking up you find Seungcheol walking towards you. “Baby what happened?” He rested his hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb.
“Wonwoo said we’re crazy and said we should annul this.” Closing your eyes you try and stop the tears from falling.
“We might be crazy, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting this, from wanting you.”
“I want this.” You lean up towards him. He leans in, resting his nose against yours. “I want you.”
“Don’t let Wonwoo upset you. He’ll come around.”
“I need to stop crying. I don’t need the boys knowing about my fight with Wonwoo.”
He leans in pressing his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “Mingyu left to go talk to him. He kind of stormed out, but none of the boys will judge you. Just go back out there and act like nothing happened.”
Seungcheol was right, walking back to the living room the remaining boys acted like nothing happened. Soonyoung is more interested in seeing your very expensive ring that Seungcheol bought you in Vegas.
“I can’t believe you were just sharing a room with me pretending you weren’t married.”
“Cut me some slack, we were trying to navigate this.”
Soonyoung nudges your shoulder. “I thought you had seemed happier since the club that night. Now it makes sense. Clearly our beloved Cheol is treating you right in more ways than one.” He raises his eyebrows at you suggestively.
“Soonyoung—“
“Fine, don't have to talk about it. But I want you to know if being married to Seungcheol makes you happy, I fully support you guys.”
The night comes to a close and the boys head out leaving you alone with your husband. Seungcheol finds you in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine. That conversation with Wonwoo was so much harder than you expected it to be.
Seungcheol comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach. He rested his head on your shoulder. “Baby—”
“Cheol?”
“How about we take a bath together and then let me take care of you.”
“Okay.”
Seungcheol en-suite bathroom is double the size of yours in your small one bedroom apartment. There is a standalone large shower, and bathtub that can comfortably fit two people. The bath is filled with vanilla scented water and lots of bubbles. Seungcheol is sitting with his back against the edge and you’re lounging between his legs.
Silently you play with the bubbles in front of you. Seungcheol is focused on you. He can tell how upset you are. He knows your conversation with Wonwoo hurt your feelings. Anyone who knows you, knows how close you and Wonwoo are. He’s pretty sure you and Wonwoo have never even had an argument.
“I like you so much.” He says capturing your attention. His hand rests on your soft stomach, kneading the flesh. His hand dips lower, his finger dips between your folds. Slowly his finger starts toying with your sensitive clit. “Relax and let me take care of you.”
It’s only been a week and somehow Seungcheol knows all the right places to touch to make you fall apart instantly.
Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. Rolling your head back against his shoulder, you moan loudly. “You’re so good for me.” He whispered against your ear. “Let’s get you out of here and move this to our bed.”
Seungcheol referring to things in his home as yours still feels strange.
Laying on the bed with a sea of expensive high thread cotton sheets surrounding you. Your legs are spread. Your husband is sitting on his knees slowly thrusting into you over and over again.
“You feel so good.” He moans.
His hand rests on your mound. His thumb is rubbing circles on your clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
When you’re like this with Seungcheol nothing else seems to matter. You aren’t thinking about your fight with Wonwoo. You aren’t thinking about money. The only thing you can think about is how he’s making you feel.
His pace is slow and deep. Your body is learning to adapt to the sheer size of your husband’s cock.
The closer you get to your orgasm washing over you, the closer you want him. Your reach for him. All you can do is moan his name. Instantly he knows what you want. His body hovers over you, caging you in. Your fingers tangle in his hair holding him close to you. Rolling his hips into you, his pelvis keeps brushing your clit, pushing you closer and closer.
The moment the knot in your stomach snaps you find your release moaning his name like a prayer. His own release follows. Echoing sounds of low moans and broken words pass his lips. He fills you to the brim and stills hovering over you. He doesn’t move, he just leans down and kisses you repeatedly.
“I’m so happy you’re my wife.” He said against your lips.
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It’s been three weeks since you last saw Wonwoo. Every time you contemplate texting him and asking him to talk, you end up chickening out.
During this time you have been trying so hard to get used to your new life. Luckily you were finally able to secure a few new writing jobs. Things in your professional life finally seem to be going in the right direction.
Your week days are filled with hanging out in the kitchen in your makeshift office, while Seungcheol goes into work.
Things with your new married life are taking a little bit to get used to. You aren’t quite sure you’ll ever be able to properly comprehend how much money Seungcheol truly makes. The amount of money Seungcheol has no issue dropping on you is absolutely absurd. This whole sharing his bank account situation is still rubbing you the wrong way.
Standing in the grocery store you’re pushing the cart listening to Soonyoung tell you all about his date. After one single date he’s basically already in love with this girl.
At the check out you watch the total slowly go up. Without even thinking you go to grab your own credit card. One that’s for an account not attached to your husband’s.
Before you can tap your card you see Soonyoung give you a look. “Why aren’t you using his credit card?”
“I can pay for myself.”
“I know you can, but you aren’t just buying groceries for yourself now. They’re for him too, and he’s going to be pissed if he realizes you spent your own personal money on him.”
Rolling your eyes, you grab the black metal card Seungcheol gave you. “I hate this. This whole thing makes me feel like he’s my sugar daddy.”
“Pinky, he can’t be your sugar daddy when he’s literally your husband. He wants to support his wife. It’s his job. For the love of god, just let him spend money on you.”
After grocery shopping with Soonyoung you head home and put everything away. The whole time you’re alone with your thoughts you think about reaching out to Wonwoo. It’s eating away at you, that your friendship might be over because of your marriage. Even though you miss Wonwoo, you can’t bring yourself to give up your marriage to make him happy.
Another thing that can’t seem to leave your mind is the whole spending Seungcheol money situation. It doesn’t leave your mind the entire day.
After a long day at work Seungcheol asked if you would go out to dinner with him. Sitting in another expensive restaurant, you look at the menu, your eyes about bulge out of your head at the prices. Looking up at Seungcheol he’s scrolling through his phone.
“Cheol, this place is expensive.”
“It's fine, just order whatever you want.”
The waitress comes back around. Seungcheol orders a bottle of wine and an expensive steak. She turns to you.
“I’ll take the house salad.”
“Is that all?” She takes the menu from your hands.
“Yes.”
Seungcheol hands over his menu and tilts his head at you. “Why did you only order an appetizer salad?”
“I’m not that hungry.”
“Baby, I told you money isn’t an issue.”
“I’m aware, but to me this place is too expensive.”
He opens his mouth to speak and instantly closes it. There is a long beat of silence as you just stare at each other.
“How was work?” You’re trying your hardest to change the subject.
“It was fine. Some clients came in and I had Jeonghan and Mingyu handle it. I was thinking about taking some time off, so we could celebrate being married just the two of us.”
“How long?”
“Maybe a week.”
The waitress comes over with a bottle of wine and silently pours each of you a glass.
“Before you go, can my wife please order the salmon risotto?”
You go to open your mouth and he sends you a look basically letting you know not to complain.
Reaching for the glass of wine, you bite your tongue. You want to tell him to stop spending money on you, but you know this is a fight.
The rest of dinner is quiet. You don’t complain about the money, just sit there making small talk with him. The moment the check comes you blankly stare at the table. You don’t want to know how much the bill is. You know the sound of his metal black card hitting the check book.
He stands up and takes your hand leading you out towards the valet. Seungcheol can tell something is wrong. You might not have been married very long, but you’ve been friends for over a decade. He knows how to read you like an open book. He’s well aware he’s upset you.
Arriving home the elevator ride is just as quiet as the car ride home. Seungcheol knows you need to talk before going to bed.
He goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water while you head off to the bedroom. Walking back into the bedroom he finds you putting on your pajamas.
“Pinky?”
“Yes?” You turn to face him.
“If you’re going to yell at me, can you please do it now?”
A heavy sigh passes your lips. Sitting on the edge of the bed. “Cheol I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to yell at you. I wish you would realize how jarring all of this is for me.” He stands in front of you and silently listens to what you have to say. “I went from struggling to get writing jobs and living from paycheck to paycheck to this. It’s insane you have no problem dropping thousands on me. I’m not used to this luxury lifestyle you live.”
“I make so much money, I’m happy I finally have someone to spend it on.”
“That’s nice, but this whole lifestyle doesn’t feel real to me. It makes me uncomfortable just throwing your card around like it’s nothing. I want you to be my husband, not my sugar daddy.”
“I’ll try and tone it down. Just understand that occasionally I’m going to want to spoil you.”
“We need to find a middle ground.”
“I’ll try to calm down with the money.” He stepped closer to you. Putting his hand under your chin he tilts your head up. He drags his thumb across your bottom lip. “I don’t want to upset you. My goal as your husband is to support you emotionally and to make you happy.”
“You do make me happy. I just need you to understand where I’m coming from.”
“I do.”
Leaning down he presses his lips to yours. You honestly don’t want to fight with him. This conversation could change a lot of things. You hope that he truly understands.
A few days passed and Seungcheol decided to take a week off of work to spend time as a properly married couple. On the first day he asked if you wanted to take a vacation somewhere and you immediately shut that down.
You’re on day three and after taking a trip to the museum and getting lunch, you’re laying on the couch together watching a movie. He just placed an order for your favorite Thai food place.
He’s laying on his back with you resting between his legs. “How do you feel about eventually having a proper wedding?”
You’ve definitely thought about this a few times.
“I’m not opposed to it.”
“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. I would like to properly marry you in front of our friends and families.”
You want to stay married but it oddly feels too soon to be thinking about this. “Maybe we should wait a little while to plan this.”
“Okay.” He’s a little sad you clearly don't want to do this now, but he’s trying to be understanding.
“When do we have a proper wedding can it not be super expensive?”
“It can be whatever you want it to be. You can have full reign planning it.” He doesn’t care how his wedding looks as long as you’re the one walking down the aisle towards him. He pined after you for years. All he cares about is you’re finally his.
“Is Soonyoung going to be your man of honor?”
You’ve known Soonyoung since you were sixteen. He’s been your best friend ever since. It would be weird if he wasn’t your man of honor.
“Yes. Is your best man Jeonghan?” You lace your fingers with his. Gently squeezing his hand.
“I think he would kill me in my sleep if I picked someone else.”
“He would make me a widow if you hurt his feelings like that.”
“I have to make sure I don’t die on you.” He brings your hands up to his lips and presses a kiss to the top of your hand. “I’m enjoying being home and getting to spend time with you.”
“This has been nice.” You’ve known Seungcheol for a decade, but this feels like you’re getting to know each other on a romantic and more intimate level.
Soon your take out arrives and you spend the evening eating dinner and enjoying each other's company. As night falls you’re tangled up in your sheets. Laying on your stomach with a pillow under your hips. Seungcheol is on his knees straddling your legs. He pushes his hips into yours at a slow and deep pace. This angle has his hitting spots inside of you that have never been reached.
Your fingers grip the sheet. Closing your eyes you moan his name. He’s stretching you out in the best way possible. Leaning down he presses a trail of open mouth kisses across your spine.
“Fuck—“
“You feel so good.” He moans.
Lifting your hips, you push them back slightly to meet his thrust. Sex with your husband is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.
“Baby.” His moans are intoxicating.
“I’m— cl-close.” He’s practically made you a rambling mess.
“Cum for me.”
He picks up his pace helping both of you chase your highs. Squeezing your eyes closed your high washes over you like a white hot wave. He gets two more thrust in before he slams his lips into your butt hitting his own high. He feels you to the brim with his milky white release.
Pulling out of you, he watches intently as his release leaks out of you.
Jumping off the bed he cleans up the mess he made before crawling into bed with you. Pulling you close to him your head rests on his chest as he gently rubs your side. It’s not long before sleep finds both of you.
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You’ve been married for two months and things are finally starting to feel normal. Seungcheol has chilled out after practically throwing money at you.
It’s been a long day for you. You lucked out and found a new writing job that pays well. You’ve spent all day trying to finish as much as possible whileSeungcheol’s been at the office all day. The moment he gets home he immediately finds you in your bedroom working on writing. You’ve made yourself cozy on the bed with your lap desk and a cup of tea.
“Jeonghan is hosting a game night tonight.” He says walking across the bedroom towards you.
You close your laptop, setting it on your nightstand. “Is everyone going to be there?” It’s been a while since your whole friend group has hung out. Things have been a little office since everyone found out about your marriage.
“That’s what I’m being told.”
“Does that include Wonwoo?”
He leans against the dresser and lets out a heavy sigh. He knows that this whole Wonwoo situation is eating away at you. He’s never liked seeing you sad, and knowing that you’re hurt right now makes him want to fix this.
“Probably not.”
“It’s safe to say I ruined our friend group.”
“You didn’t ruin the friend group. You aren’t the only one who is to blame here. He’s not just upset with you.”
“I hate this.”
“Pinky, can I ask you something?” He has a feeling he already knows the answer to this, but it’s going to eat away at him if he doesn’t ask you.
“Yeah?”
“I know Wonwoo liked you, but did you also like him?” His question caught you off guard. What the hell did he mean? Wonwoo liked you too?
“At one point I’m pretty sure I was in love with him, it was one-sided though.” This is the first time you’re admitting out loud you were in love with Wonwoo.
The look on Seungcheol's face hurts. His normal bright eyes have sadness behind him. “Pinky—“ He thought everyone knew Wonwoo was in love with you. “Wonwoo liked you.”
You’re giving him a look he can’t even explain. You look like he just told you the worst news possible. “Oh—“
“It seems half the group knew about your feelings and the other half knew about his. Maybe that’s why so many people were confused about us getting together.”
“Wonwoo liked me?” Suddenly it feels like the glass floor below you shattered. How on earth did you not realize that he liked you back.
“Yeah.”
“ I just feel so confused. I thought when I was in love with him it was one-sided.” Your eyes brim with tears.
“I’m sorry—“ He whispers, watching as your tears slide down your cheek.
“I think I should go.” You push yourself off the bed.
“Pinky—“
“Cheol, I’m confused and I need space.” Walking off to the closet, grab the closest duffle bag you can find.
Closing his eyes he tries his hardest not to cry. Walking over to the bed he sits there silently watching you pack a bag to leave him. Everything is suddenly crumbling and he doesn't know what to say or do to fix it.
When your bag is finally packed you don’t kiss him goodbye. He follows you to the front door. Before you can leave he grabs your hand.
“I’m begging you not to give up on us. I know this is confusing and I’m sorry about everything. Just please give us a chance.”
“I’m going to stay with either Soonyoung or Joshua.” Those are the last words out of your mouth before you walk out of the door.
Game night is essentially canceled. Soonyoung and Joshua rush to meet up with you, so you aren’t alone.
Jeonghan, Minghao, and Mingyu go to the bar with a very upset Seungcheol. The only way he’ll get through the night is if he drinks enough to forget. He knew when you found out about Wonwoo you might take it badly, but he didn’t expect for you to confess you were basically in love with Wonwoo before you got married.
Sitting on Soonyoung’s couch you cry your eyes out telling the boys about what happened. You embarrassingly cry about your missed connection with Wonwoo.
Your mind can’t seem to let go of the thought that you could have been with Wonwoo. You told yourself over a year ago you got over him. You finally moved on and weren’t in love anymore. Why did Seungcheol admitting Wonwoo returned feelings suddenly break your heart? Things with Seungcheol are good, why are you questioning if you should stay married?
Soonyoung holds you close as you cry. “Pinky, I think you should stay here. You and Seungcheol can work this out. But I think you need to figure out what you feel for Wonwoo.”
“Soonyoung is right, I think you need to navigate your feelings for Wonwoo. From what you have said, you were in love with him. Cheol basically gave you emotional whiplash confirming Wonwoo had feelings for you.”
Week one, it feels like a breakup. You find yourself trapped in Soonyoung's guest room at your own volition. You've cried on and off for days. You only leave the room when Soonyoung or Joshua drags you out.
Seungcheol isn't fairing much better. He's found himself at the bottom of a bottle, attempting to drink away his pain. He feels guilty for how everything unfolded between you.
Week three, you're back to working nonstop on writing assignments. You've just thrown yourself into work. You're back to living paycheck to paycheck. You've offered to pay Soonyoung rent for taking up his guest room, but every time he refuses to take any of your money.
This week Seungcheol stopped by Soonyoung's studio to attempt to check on you.
"Cheol why are you here?"
Soonyoung wasn't expecting to see him. Since your "break up" or more so "break" the friend group has been in a state of disarray. Things have seemed to split between everyone. Wonwoo is only speaking to Mingyu. Seungcheol is only seeing Mingyu, Minghao and Jeonghan. You're living with Soonyoung and only seeing him and Joshua. Everyone is aware Jeonghan and Joshua are still seeing each other. The only details Seungcheol has received regarding about you are the things Jeonghan has shared.
"I'm here to see how my wife is doing." Seungcheol sounds like a broken man. He's experienced heartbreak before, but this feels so different.
"Cheol, she's clearly hurt and confused." Soonyoung has done and will do anything to protect you. Even if that means protecting you from the man you've fallen in love with.
"I hate this." Seungcheol sighs, pushing his fingers through his hair.
"Do you think I like this? She's miserable, and clearly you're miserable."
"How is work going for her?" He knows you've gone back to picking up a ton of writing jobs. He's also very aware you haven't been using any of his cards he's given you. He hates that you're going to be struggling to get by again.
"She's always working. She's always on her laptop writing." Soonyoung knows he needs to let Seungcheol know at least some of what is going on with you.
"Are you charging her for rent?"
Soonyoung barks out a bitter laugh. "Fuck you, Cheol. You know I would never ask her for money."
Seungcheol looks down feeling ashamed he even asked. This whole situation is a mess, things feel so tense between him and Soonyoung now. "I'm sorry I asked. I came here to offer you money for taking her in."
Soonyoung rolls his eyes. "Dude she's not a burden. She's fine, she can stay with me as long as she wants."
"God, I just want her back." Seungcheol sighs.
"Yeah, I know Cheol. You just need to give her space. She'll come back to you when she's ready.”
“What if she's never ready?"
"She will be. So give her space."
A month and half in, you still can't kick the aching feeling in your chest. Joshua finally convinced you to have a movie night with him and Soonyoung. You're caught off guard when you find Jeonghan standing in Joshua's kitchen.
"Pinky." Jeonghan smiles the moment he sees you.
"Hannie." Your eyes brim with tears instantly. You've missed him so much.
Jeonghan steps closer to you and pulls you into a hug. You haven’t been seeing all the boys, but you know you've probably destroyed the whole friend group.
Jeonghan releases you and kisses your forehead. "I was tired of you avoiding me. I had to force Shua to let me crash your movie night."
Reaching up you push away your tears that have fallen.
"Pinky, why are you crying?"
"I miss you. I miss what our friend group used to be. I miss—" you want to say your husband's name desperately. You've missed him nonstop since the moment you walked out of your home you had shared.
"We miss you too." He reaches down, brushing away your tears. "He misses you like crazy. He asks me every day if I have heard from you."
Hearing Jeonghan mention Seungcheol makes your chest squeeze. "I miss him too. I'm just still confused."
"That's okay, Pinky."
"Can you tell him I say hi?"
"Of course."
Two months in Seungcheol has reached his breaking point. He's aware his marriage might be over, but even if it is, he wants you to fix things with Wonwoo.
Swallowing his pride he goes to see Wonwoo. He hasn't seen Wonwoo in four months, since that night everyone found out about your marriage. Wonwoo and Mingyu have lived together since college. Mingyu was kind enough to let him know Wonwoo is home.
Knocking on the front door he holds his breath waiting. The door opens, and Wonwoo stares at him looking confused.
"Why are you here?" Wonwoo finally speaks.
"I'm assuming you know Pinky and I are on a break?"
Wonwoo holds the door open and steps aside for Seungcheol to walk in. He walks over and sits on the couch that's placed under the window. Seungcheol sits on the chair across from the couch.
"I know about your break. Mingyu let me know." Wonwoo is just as torn up about your friendship. He's devastated at how things unfolded between the two of you that night. He can still see the way you looked at him.
"That doesn't tell me why you're here Cheol."
"Did Mingyu tell you what happened between us?"
"Nope." He didn't ask any questions. He honestly didn't feel comfortable knowing what happened.
"Well I always knew you were in love with her, but I didn't realize she loved you."
Wonwoo's eyes go wide. He feels like he's been punched in the gut. "What?"
Seungcheol lets out a heavy sigh and runs his hands up and down his face. "I didn't realize you both had feelings for each other and it's clear, Pinky has unresolved feelings for you."
"Cheol, I didn't know."
"I know. If I had known— even though I love her Wonwoo, I don't think I would have made a move on her. I thought you were the only one with feelings for her." His voice is shaky, and he sounds as if he's about to fall apart at any moment.
This whole situation is a god damn mess. "Cheol, she doesn't love me anymore. She wouldn't have married you if she did."
"I keep trying to tell myself that."
Wonwoo takes his glasses off, he sits them down on the couch next to him. He pinches his nose taking a deep breath. "What do you want from this conversation?"
Seungcheol isn't sure why he fully came here. To be honest he just wants you and Wonwoo to fix things between you in one way or another. If he loses you to Wonwoo, it might break his heart, but he'll be okay one day if he knows you're happy.
"I just want you back in Pinky's life. I don't care if she picks you, I just want you to be there for her."
Wonwoo leans forward resting his elbows on his knees. "You really love her don't you."
"Wonwoo, I love her so fucking much."
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The front door opens and you hear footsteps approaching. Looking up you find Wonwoo standing there. God you’ve missed seeing him.
He sat down at the table across from you. He paused for a moment. “Your husband came and talked to me. I think he’s right. We should talk. I’m sorry about how things ended last time we talked. ”
“What?” Closing your laptop you knit your brows at him.
“He told me that you’re torn up over not talking to me.”
It's been six months since you last saw him, and the sight of him sitting front of you makes you want to cry.
“Wonwoo, this whole thing is a mess.”
“He also told me that he informed you that I was basically in love with you.”
“I had no clue." There is a twisting feeling in your stomach.
“It’s okay, I didn’t realize you felt the same way. I always just assumed you were in love with Cheol.” It's clear you were oblivious to the affection both boys had for you.
“This whole situation is complicated.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Wonwoo, my brain can’t process the fact I’m fucking married and now I’m finding out you were in love with me.”
“Did you still love me when you went to Vegas?” He asks calmly.
“No.”
“Then why does it matter?”
“Because what if we're supposed to be together?”
It’s the what ifs that are now eating you alive.
“But we aren’t, so why does it matter?”
“Why doesn’t it matter?”
“Because you’re literally married, and it’s clear Seungcheol is in love with you. You might not want to admit it, but you love him now.” He reaches out, taking your hand.
“Wonwoo—“
“Do you actually want to be with me? Do you want to give up everything you’ve built with him?”
“No.”
“Then it doesn’t matter what we used to feel.”
“I’m scared of what I have with him. The whole thing has felt like a whirlwind, and we haven’t done anything in the correct order.”
“Don’t be scared. If I didn’t think Seungcheol was good for you, I would have kept pushing for you to end your marriage.”
“It would have been so much easier if we dated first.”
“Then tell him you want to date, before you go back to acting like a married couple. Tell him you need space of your own.”
"Wonwoo."
"Yeah, Pinky?"
"I missed you so much." You can't help but cry.
Wonwoo stands up and walks over to you. He holds his hand out. You grab it as you stand up. Without even thinking you wrap your arms around him holding him close. You cry as he holds you. His large hand runs up and down your back, soothing you.
"Wonwoo how do I fix things with him?"
He pulls away a little. Before leaning anything he leans down and kisses your forehead. "I think it's time you go home to your husband."
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Soonyoung helps you pack up your stuff and Jeonghan offers to give you a ride to your home you share with Seungcheol. Pulling into the parking garage Jeonghan glances over at you. What if it's been too long and Seungcheol has decided he no longer wants you back.
"Pinky?"
"Huh?"
"Are you nervous?"
"Yeah, I broke his heart leaving. What if he's decided he doesn't want me back?"
Jeonghan reaches over unbuckling your seatbelt. "Don't be dumb Pinky, he clearly still wants you. He wouldn't have sent Wonwoo to you if he didn't."
Taking a deep breath you open the door. Jeonghan walks to the back and grabs your two duffle bags. He helps you carry your stuff into the elevator and walks down the hall to the door of the penthouse.
Standing at the door, you pause, it's been two months, should you knock or just walk in? Jeonghan doesn't let you get lost in your thoughts. He puts in the door code and walks in.
Seungcheol is standing in the kitchen when you enter.
"Cheol, I brought your wife back." Jeonghan can't help but smile.
You awkwardly wave, "hi, Cheol."
"Hi, baby." Him calling you baby instantly makes you smile. Jeonghan takes your back from you and heads off the master bedroom. You and Seungcheol don't say anything for a moment. It's almost as if you're both waiting for your time alone so you can talk.
Jeonghan comes back into the entry way. "I'm going to leave you guys alone. I'm going to go get dinner with Shua."
The front door locks and Seungcheol holds out his hand. Without even thinking you take his hand. He leads you off to the dining room. He pulls out a chair and you sit down. He sits down across from you. This all feels so weird.
You break the screaming silence that has formed between you. "Wonwoo came to see me."
"I know."
"He told me it shouldn't matter that we had a missed connection. I wasn't in love with him when we got married, and even if I'm afraid to admit it, I'm in love with you."
Seungcheol can't help but smile at the fact you're admitting you love him. "You love me?"
"Yeah I do, and because I love you, it shouldn't matter that I missed what could have been between me and Wonwoo."
Seungcheol reaches across the table and laces his fingers with yours. "Pinky, I love you, and I haven't stopped, even while you were gone."
"That's good, because I want to work on our marriage."
He squeezes your hand. "You wanna stay married?"
"Yeah I do."
He can't help it when his eyes brim with tears. When he sent Wonwoo to see you, he had given up all hope that things would stay the same with you two. "I missed you so much, baby."
"I missed you too."
Seungcheol stands up and you do the same. He walks over to you, and pulls you into his chest. Pulling back you look up at him. Without a second thought he crashes his lips into yours for a desperate kiss. He hasn't seen you in months and every part of his body and soul has craved you. He never wants to go even a day without talking to you.
Pulling away a little he smiles down at you. "I have a request."
"What's that baby?" He'll do anything you could possibly ask him to.
"We can still be married, but can we act like we're dating. I feel like we skipped so many steps and I want to experience what it's like to date you."
He gives you a big smile. "We can absolutely do that."
Ten months later you find yourself preparing to walk down the aisle for an official wedding with your husband. Things have gone back to normal with your friend group. This time when you're getting married all your family and friends are here.
Your bridal party consists of Soonyoung as your man of honor. The rest of your bridal party is a mix of Minghao's girlfriend, Joshua, and your cousin. Seungcheol's best man is obviously Jeonghan, he was very serious when he threatened to make you a widow when Seungcheol joked about picking someone else with him. His groomsmen are Mingyu, Minghao, and Wonwoo.
Wonwoo managed to sneak off and met up with you, Soonyoung and Joshua. All three boys doted on you telling you on and on about how beautiful you look.
Walking down the aisle you immediately cry at the sight of Seungcheol waiting for you. Your wedding is everything you've ever dreamed of. It's not some crazy lavish event, it's the perfect wedding for you. The one expensive Seungcheol fought you on, was paying for the dress of your dreams.
Your vows are perfect, Seungcheol lights up as he's told to kiss the bride. Your kiss is dramatic, he dips you, kissing you in a grand fashion. Friends and family cheer applauding.
The reception feels like a blur. It's the perfect party, Seungcheol made a big deal about multiple open bars, and having it in a big venue for all your friends and family to party.
The ceiling above the dance floor is draped in sparkling twinkle lights. The song you picked for your first dance plays. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as you sway to the beat of the music. There isn’t some grand choreo, it’s just the two of you lost in the moment in the middle of the dance floor. All eyes are on you, but the only thing you can focus on is Seungcheol.
"I love you," He says just loud enough for you to say.
"I love you too."
You might have had an untraditional start, but the only thing that matters is you ended up here.
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From the outside looking in Seungcheol has the perfect life. He’s the star player for a major league baseball team. The only thing missing in his life is girl to share his life with. He pretty sure he’s found the perfect girl. The only issue is, she’s his best friend’s ex. Turns out things might not be as perfect as people think they are.
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𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom choel, sub/bratty reader, unprotected sex, sex in the bath, breast/nipple play, fingering, spanking, passionate rough sex, multiple positions, creampie, crying during sex, cum eating, big dick seungcheol, dirty talk, nicknames: bambi, bams, baby, sweetheart (hers) cheol (his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+
𝐚𝐧: for the Aju League collab hosted by the lovely @100vern & @sailorsoons. Thank you @sailorsoons for beta reading and helping me figure out this story. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.
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Seungcheol is pretty sure his entire life has revolved around baseball. He grew up playing the sport and spent many summer nights at the games under the bright lights. When college came aroundit was inevitable that he would be on the team. College was when he really made a name for himself. He was the star player and had scouts at every game watching him.
Seungcheol was signed to a major league team immediately after graduation. His life from the outside appears to be perfect. He has more money than he could ever want. He’s the star shortstop for a major league team. He’s practically the face of the entire league, but that doesn’t help with the longing he has for a romantic relationship.
Dating as a pro athlete hasn’t been easy. The few girls he’s dated or started seeing seem more interested in his money and social climbing. He’s at the point where he might cave and ask one of his teammates' wives for help. It probably doesn’t help that he’s definitely made his life more complicated with you being his secret fuck buddy.
He never intended on hooking up with you. You have always been off limits. Ever since he met you in college, he knew you were Jeonghan’s girl. He met you in your freshman year of college when Jeonghan started seeing you. You instantly became best friends with Seungcheol. You even moved to the city Seungcheol was signed to with Jeonghan. Jeonghan works as Seungcheol’s manager. You work as an editor for a fashion magazine.
Three years ago when you and Jeonghan broke up, you managed to remain best friends with both boys.
You and Seungcheol accidentally crossed the line after a drunken night out. Jeonghan was out of town, and you and a handful of the boys you were friends with went out drinking. You and Seungcheol had always flirted in some way or another. With alcohol in the mix you were both more touchy then normal. The next thing you knew, you were naked rolling around in Seungcheol’s way too high thread count cotton sheets.
It’s been two months since your first hook up and how much you both wish you could say it was a one time mistake, it’s been quite the opposite. You two have hooked up pretty often since that night.
HIS FAVORITE EX TURNED BEST FRIEND
Baseball season is always extra stressful. Seungcheol is having a great season. He's the best shortstop in the league, and has been hitting more home runs than ninety-nine percent of the league. Tonight’s game against the White Sox isn't going the best. He’s struck out twice, and his team is down two in the bottom of the seventh. He’s up to bat next and he’s hoping to knock two runs in. Soonyoung is on first and he’s fast as hell, and Chan is on third.
The pitcher throws the first pitch outside. Seungcheol almost swings at it. He decides against it, noticing it’s just a little too outside. His eyes lock on the short stop, he knows he can throw a killer curve ball. The next pitch leaves his hands and Seungcheol locks in on it. He swings the bat and cracks the ball. It goes flying high. It flies over the left field fence, there is no chance for anyone to grab it. The crowd erupts as Seungcheol manages to score three runs for the team.
That home run turns everything around. The team's momentum picks up.
The game ends with his team up by three. Seungcheol leaves the clubhouse filled with adrenaline and high from winning.
Exiting the clubhouse, he finds Jeonghan waiting for him. Jeonghan’s role as his manager means he’s never missed one of Seungcheol's games. Moments later you walk over sporting a smile. Your eyes lock with Seungcheol’s and he tries his hardest not to smile at the sight of you.
“There’s our superstar,” Jeonghan cheers, sliding his phone into his pants pocket.
“Nice home run Cheol.” You walk over and give him a hug. He wraps his arms around you holding you tight.
“I didn’t know you were coming today.” He kisses the top of your head before releasing you.
“Jeonghan bribed me.” You step closer to your ex. Jeonghan slings his arm over your shoulder holding you close.
“Bribed you?”
“I offered her free beer and food.” Jeonghan rolls his eyes.
“You came for free beer and not to see me?”
“I’m an easy girl, free stuff always gets me to show up.” You smile.
“I’m well aware you’re an easy girl.” Jeonghan says, letting out a laugh.
Seungcheol can’t help but roll his eyes. If only Jeonghan knew what was going on.
“Fuck you, Jeonghan.” You pull away from him.
“But baby, I already have.”
“I regret being here. I’m leaving.” You start to walk away.
“Wait.” Seungcheol grabs your hand before you can even get two steps away from Jeonghan. “Don’t leave. I’m glad you came.”
“Seems like only one of you are,” You sigh.
Jeonghan leans against the wall. “I clearly want you here. I just love teasing my favorite ex turned best friend.”
Your relationship with Jeonghan is strange to say the least. You dated the entirety of college and broke up three years ago. The only reason you broke up was because you both felt as if you were drifting apart and would be better friends.
“You two make up, and we can go out to dinner,” Seungcheol says.
Nights out with Seungcheol and Jeonghan are always interesting to say the least. It’s rare Seungcheol can go anywhere without being stopped at least a few times. Tonight is no exception. The moment you entered the bar he had two guys rush over to say something to him. You left the boys alone and went off to find a table. You aren’t a fan of awkwardly standing there while people freak out over seeing Seungcheol. You’re aware he's practically the face of baseball right now, but to you he’s just Cheol.
Jeonghan comes over holding two glasses of beer. He slides into the U-shaped booth next to you, and hands you a beer. Seungcheol follows him sitting on your other side. He sticks a number on the edge of the table.
“I’m hungry. I ordered food for the table.”
“You’re always hungry after a game,” Jeonghan teases.
“You try playing nine innings of baseball and tell me how you feel.”
“You couldn’t pay me to do that.” Jeonghan barks out a laugh.
“Instead he just pays you to do what exactly?”
“I get paid to babysit him, and make him money.” He raises his eyes before taking another drink of his beer. Seungcheol isn’t gonna argue with him. Sometimes it does feel like Jeonghan is just his glorified babysitter.
The food gets delivered to the table and you listen to the boys banter back and forth. By the time Jeonghan gets up to get another beer he’s found a pretty girl that piques his interest. This isn’t an unusual occurrence during an outing with Jeonghan.
Sitting at the table you watch as Jeonghan is flirting with a red head. This girl is absolutely beautiful. You aren’t shocked Jeonghan is chasing after her. Earlier, you were watching her make eyes at Jeonghan and Seungcheol. The only difference is, Seungcheol doesn’t give random women the time of day.
Leaning back next Seungcheol you let out a sigh.
“Does it upset you watching him chase other girls?”
Your fingers run up and down the side of your glass of beer, playing with the condensation. It’s been so long since you and Jeonghan broke up. It doesn’t take away the fact that your break up still stings a little. After being together for six years, you both felt as if you drifted apart. One day being friends sounded like a better idea than being a couple.
“It used to, but not now. I kind of accepted he’s a lover boy, and women eat that shit up. Hell I ate it up. It doesn’t hurt that I have a hot new bed buddy.”
Seungcheol bites back a smile. “Oh really who?”
“Oh just this hot superstar shortstop.”
Seungcheol gives you a half smile before chugging some of his beer. “Is your superstar shortstop taking you home tonight?”
You love playing this game of cat and mouse with him. “I sure hope so. I had a long day at work and I want to fuck away my stress.”
“I’ll tell Jeonghan I’ll drop you off tonight.”
“Something tells me, I’m the last thing on my ex’s mind right now.” You watch as Jeonghan is kissing a girl against the wall by the hallway.
“I don’t know why he does that when you're around.” Seungcheol reaches under the table and squeezes your thigh.
“Because I’ve never told him it makes me uncomfortable.” You look away from your ex’s heated makeout session against the wall. “I can’t blame that girl. I fell for Jeonghan charm even after we broke up.”
Seungcheol knits his brows together, process your words. “Not recently, right?”
“No, it was the first year we broke up. There were a couple times I fell back into his bed. We both agreed that if we want to stay friends we can’t do that.” You had tried so hard to make your break up with Jeonghan as mature as possible, and each time you fell into bed with him you knew it would end poorly.
“Jeonghan never told me that.” From the beginning Seungcheol always seemed to know everything about your relationship. You always guessed it came with the territory of the two of them being best friends. Unintentionally, Seungcheol became a part of your relationship in one way or another.
“I don’t think either of us were very proud that we were doing it. We prided ourselves so much on claiming that we were mature about our break up, and still best friends.”
Seungcheol can’t help but feel strange knowing that after breaking up, you and Jeonghan were involved again one way or another. He knows it’s not recently, but maybe he feels weird about it because neither of you ever told him.
“You wouldn’t go back to him, would you?” He needs to know this for his own sanity.
You glance over at him, with your brows knit. You aren’t surprised he’s asking you this. Especially after what you just told him. “I would have never crossed that line with you, if I ever had a desire to get back together with him.”
“Bams, you know you can always tell me anything right? I’m never going to judge you for anything.” He wants you to know that even though things are complicated, he’ll always be there no matter what.
“I know. I think that whole situation with Hannie was strange. I think we both hoped back then, that maybe we could fix things. That maybe we could magically save our relationship. I don’t want that now, though. I like what I have with him.”
“I always thought you made a great couple, but you guys work really well as best friends.” He looks over at Jeonghan watching him pull his latest fling away from the wall.
Before long Jeonghan walks over to the table holding his latest fling’s hand. “Cheol, can you possibly take Bams home?”
“Bams?” The red head asks.
“Short for Bambi. In college she got drunk and kept rolling her ankle at a party.”
“She’s adorable like a deer and clumsy like one.” Seungcheol lets out a little laugh.
“Okay that’s enough. Have fun Hannie. Cheol let’s head out I’m tired.” You try your best to change the subject.
Jeonghan heads off with his soon to be one night stand in tow. You follow Seungcheol out, walking next to him. A few people give him a high five or fist bump as you walk through the bar. Hopping into his expensive blacked out jeep, you buckle your seat belt. He looks over at you and gives you a knowing smile.
“Your place or mine?”
“Yours, you have that huge ass bath tub and want to take a bubble bath.”
-
Sitting in Seungcheol's huge bath tub, you’re settled between his legs cuddling him. Your head is resting on his shoulder as he plays with your breast. He’s taking his time kneading the flesh. He pinches your pert nipple, earning a moan. Realistically friends with benefits shouldn’t be doing something as domestic as this. Even though you both have said over and over again things between you is just sex, it’s hard to keep your emotions out of it.
His other hand slides down your stomach. His fingers glide through your wet folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Uh huh.”
“Bet I can make you come in here before I even take you to bed.”
“Please,” you gasp. You spread your legs as much as you can. “Cheol.”
“You sound so pretty moaning my name.” He places wet open mouth kisses across the top of your shoulder, up the side of your neck.
His fingers slide down into your entrance. He takes his time sliding his middle finger in and out of you before adding a second finger. Your eyes close as your body feels as if it’s falling apart.
Pushing your hips towards his hand you’re desperate for a release.
“Cheol—“ you whine as your orgasm hits. Your walls flutter as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. He loves to overstimulate you, he’ll keep playing with you, until you beg him to either stop or fuck you. “Seungcheol please—"
“Please what? Bambi, I need you to use your words.”
“Please just fuck me,” you plead.
He pulls his hand away from your sensitive core. “Let’s get out of the tub, and I’ll fuck you.”
You practically scramble out of the tub. Seungcheol has to try and not laugh as he watches you quickly dry off. He follows you into your bedroom.
Looking over your shoulder you give him a smile. “How do you want me?”
He steps forward and smacks your ass. “Hands and knees Bams.”
Crawling onto the bed you stay on your hands and knees. You shake your ass at him, as you present yourself to him.
He takes his large length in his hand and pumps it a few times, smearing some of his precum. You look over your shoulder and give him a smile.
“God, you’re so hot.” He crawls onto the bed. His large hand grips the flesh of your butt cheek, groaning at the sight of your wet core. “Are you wet just for me?”
“Cheol, don’t tease me.” You push your hips back towards him.
He grinds his length against your ass. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Fuck, yes,” you moan in anticipation.
Pulling back he takes his length in his hand, running the mushroom tip through your folds. A whiny gasp passes your lips as he nudges your clit.
“How do you want it?”
Since you’ve started having sex, you’ve done it in all sorts of ways. He can be rough, and hard or he can treat you like you’re made of glass. Right now, you want it fast and hard.
“Fuck me hard.”
That’s all he needs to hear.
Pushing into you quickly, he stretches you out like no other man has. Things with Jeonghan in bed were amazing, this is just different. Jeonghan is quite well endowed, but Seungcheol has the biggest cock you have ever seen.
He doesn’t give you time to adjust, he starts slamming his hips into yours at a brutal pace. One of his hands grips your hip. “Give me your arm.”
Without saying anything you lift your arm. He holds your arm behind your back, using it for leverage. His hips continue to slam into yours over and over again.
“Ugh— you’re so big.” you moan, completely cock drunk.
“Do you like my big cock?” He groans. He’s never been one for dirty talk, but he can’t help it when you’re a moaning mess in his bed.
“Yes—“ you cry, laying your head against the cotton sheets below.
His pace stays brutal, his grip on your arm never wavering. Your mouth hangs open, he’s practically fucking you stupid. The only thing you can even possibly think about is how good he's making you feel.
“You’re so tight.”
“Huh—“ Squeezing your eyes closed, you whimper.
He drops your arm. “Lay on your side, and lift your leg.” He pulls out of you, not giving you a chance to respond.
Rolling on to your side, you raise your leg. He takes his place, straddling your leg, and holding your other leg up. Pushing his cock into you again, you gasp. Your fingers grip the sheets below you.
“Is this my reward for winning today?” He teases, thrusting deep inside you.
“Cheol, I can’t think of anything other than your huge cock right now. Please shut the fuck up, and fuck me.”
He barks out a laugh. “God, you’re a brat.” He picks up his pace. His hips are practically slapping into yours. “But I can’t get enough of you.”
“Fuck.” You whine, dipping your fingers between your legs. Your fingers rub quick circles on your clit. “I’m close.”
“Do you want to come?” His grip tightens on your thigh.
“Please.”
“Keep playing with your clit, and come for me,” he growls.
He picks up his pace, thrusting into you quicker and quicker. His stomach muscles tighten. His own release is getting closer and closer.
“Cheol—” A spark flows through you. Every muscle in your body tenses up. A broken moan passes your lips. Your walls flutter around his length. Your body suddenly feels lighter.
“Fuck—” He moans, his stomach contracting. His hips keep pushing into your, as he fills your gummy walls white.
In all his years he’s had a lot of good sex, but nothing has been nearly as intense as things are with you.
THINKING WITH YOUR SECOND HEAD
The sight of you laying in bed with him will never get old. He leans in brushing your hair off your face. You give him a dazed smile.
“You’re so pretty.” He shouldn’t be saying things like this to you, but he can’t help it.
“Cheol what happens if Hannie finds out?” You ask with your voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m not sure.”
In all honesty the idea of Jeonghan discovering what is happening between the two of you is terrifying. He knows he's a shitty friend, and that you technically are off limits. The problem is Seungcheol has liked you since college. He had a crush on you from the moment he met you. Back when you and Jeonghan were just friends.
“Roll over, I want to hold you.”
He holds you close to him. He loves the feeling of your body fully pressed against his. Leaning down he presses his lips to your shoulder.
“Do you still love him?” He’s been wanting to ask you this since your first night together, but he’s been too scared.
“I love him differently now. I’m not in love with him.” He rests his hand on your soft stomach. “I haven’t been in love with him for a while now.”
“Let’s get some sleep,” He says softly. He can’t bring himself to say anything more, workout crossing a line he shouldn’t cross.
-
Seungcheol’s game days are always a mixture of nerves and excitement. Today he's playing his team's biggest rival. You go to about eighty percent of his home games.
You’re listed as one of his family and friend members so you always have tickets and a pass waiting for you at the box office.
Walking through the stadium, you’ve shown up a little late, coming straight from work. You find Jeonghan and he takes you off to the boxes with some other players' wives, girlfriends and managers.
“What did I miss?”
“Cheol is up next. We’re down two at the moment.” Jeonghan walks over to the counter where there is a spread of different foods and drinks. He reaches into the fridge and pulls you out a beer. Cracking the can open, he hands it to you. “Soonyoung hit a ground ball double. Cheol can either bat in Soonyoung or bat them both in.”
Standing behind the three rows of seats in the suite, you watch Seungcheol walk up to the batters box. Your stomach twists a little. No matter how many games he plays, you always feel nervous watching him. The first pitch is slightly outside. The second pitch is thrown fast, and right down the middle.
Jeonghan chuckles watching you. “You’re more nervous than he is.”
“Shut up.”
The next one flies down the middle. Seungcheol cracks the ball hard. He drops the bat, and takes off running. The ball flies high, over left field. The crowd erupts as it flies over the fence. Seungcheol manages to even out the score with that home run.
Right then, the game turns around after Seungcheol’s home run. The whole stadium is lively as his team scores another four runs securing the win. The game comes to a close, and it’s time to meet Seungcheol at the clubhouse downstairs.
Jeonghan leads you down to the area for players, and their friends and family. When it comes to games, you and Jeonghan are the only ones who show up all the time for Seungcheol. Since college these two boys have become your own little family. Moving to a big city, where the only two people you know are Jeonghan and Seungcheol, they’ve become more important to you than anyone. Even after you and Jeonghan broke up, he’s still incredibly important to you.
Standing outside the locker room, Jeonghan is reading through emails about Seungcheol’s schedule.
After games, Seungcheol always feels an adrenaline rush, but after winning he feels as if he’s almost high sometimes. He can’t put into words how great he feels.
He’s in the middle of quickly getting changed so he can meet up with you and Jeonghan. He loves hanging out with both of you after games.
The sound of someone sitting down next to him catches his attention. Soonyoung has a seat next to him, and he's often a loud neighbor.
“Cheol I have a girl I think would be a good match for you,” Soonyoung says.
If Soonyoung mentioned this seven months ago Seungcheol might be interested, but since starting things with you, he can’t imagine seeing anyone else. “She’s a sweetheart. She’s never had a boyfriend, I grew up with her.” The way Soonyoung is lighting up talking about this girl, it sounds like he might be interested in her.
“Things are complicated for me right now,” Seungcheol responds. He starts unbuttoning his jersey.
“What do you mean?” Soonyoung isn’t someone who will let this go easily.
“I’m hooking up with a girl.”
“So?”
“Its not just a fling. I like her and we can’t be together.”
Soonyoung knits his brows together. “Why?”
“Soonyoung it doesn’t matter.”
Soonyoung lets out a laugh. “Okay you’re being weird.” Seungcheol just sighs. He reaches into his locker, pulling out his jacket. “Why do I think I know who the girl is?” Seungcheol stops dead in his tracks.
“You don’t know her,” he lies.
“Based on how weird you’re being. I bet it’s Bambi, and the whole situation with her and Jeonghan.”
Seungcheol’s stomach drops. An ice cold bucket of water has been dumped on him. “Shut up, and keep your voice down.”
“Oh fuck I’m right.” Soonyoung’s eyes are wide.
“Stop it.”
“Damn Cheol, you’re out here thinking with your second head. That’s so messy.”
“Shut up, you don’t think I don’t know that?”
He grabs his bag from his stall. He storms off, not wanting to talk about this anymore. Walking out of the clubhouse, he finds you leaning against the wall, and Jeonghan standing next to you.
You look absolutely beautiful, you always do. You’re in jeans that make your ass look incredible, and a tight shirt. He’s hoping and praying he gets to take you home tonight.
“There is our superstar,” Jeonghan says, shoving his phone in his pocket.
“And there are my best friends.”
You give him a smile. He instantly notices you’re wearing that cherry lip oil he loves the taste of. “Hi, Cheol.”
“What’s the plan tonight?” Jeonghan asks.
“How about we go to my place, and we order pizza.”
“Pizza and beer?” You chime in.
“Of course.” Jeonghan reaches down grabbing your hand. “Off to Cheol’s boujee penthouse.”
Seungcheol walks behind you and Jeonghan. There is a little feeling of jealousy eating away at him. He hates that Jeonghan is able to hold your hand whenever he wants. He shakes his head, desperately wanting this feeling to go away.
Jeonghan leads you to Seungcheol’s black jeep. Before Jeonghan can even attempt to get the front seat, you push him away, crawling into the front seat.
“What the fuck, Bambi?”
“I’m Seungcheol's passenger princess, not yours.” You buckle your seat belt. Seungcheol attempts to not act fazed by the argument unfolding between you too.
“You used to be my passenger princess.” Jeonghan says dramatically.
“Key word being used to.”
Seungcheol bites his bottom lip trying not to smile.
The car ride from the stadium to his place takes about thirty minutes. On the way there Jeonghan orders pizza.
Heading into the apartment, Seungcheol drops his bag off. Jeonghan heads off to the kitchen to grab a couple bottles of beer. Sitting at the kitchen island you scroll through your phone. Jeonghan sits the bottle down in front of you.
Seungcheol walks into the kitchen, he leans against the island across from you. Jeonghan hands him a bottle of beer.
“Tomorrow you’re free, but the next day we have a meeting with the team at noon.” Jeonghan says in manager mode.
“Oh I didn’t know you’re still on the clock,” you tease Jeonghan.
“Bams, I’m always on the clock, darling.”
How much Seungcheol wishes he could say he’s lying, but knows it’s true. Jeonghan might be a menace, but he’s actually an incredible manager. Seungcheol couldn’t ask for anyone better.
The door bell rings, Seungcheol pushes himself off the counter. He walks over and opens the door, retrieving the pizza.
He slides it onto the island. You waste no time opening the box. Jeonghan ordered your favorite, veggie and pepperoni pizza. Your mouth is practically watering at the sight of it.
Jeonghan grabs plates and napkins. You all dig in enjoying the delicious pizza.
After eating, you all find yourself handing out on the balcony staring at the bright city below. You’re on your second bottle of beer.
“You know, back in college I would have never predicted we would be here,” Jeonghan says before taking a sip of beer.
“Who knew your business major would actually come in handy?” Seungcheol laughs.
“Turns out Seungcheol becoming a pro baseball player would all lead us to this city,” You say.
You say the best decision you ever made in life was moving with Jeonghan all those years ago. Your career was just beginning and you found a job offer in the city. You started working at a tech company, and since moving you’ve been promoted multiple times. You love your job, and the life it’s helped give you.
Jeonghan’s phone dings. He picks up, a smile tugs at his lips. Seungcheol looks up at you, and gives you a knowing look.
Jeonghan puts his phone down on the table. “Alright you two, I have a special friend who asked me to come over.” Jeonghan stands up. “Cheol, can you get Bams home?”
“Of course.”
“Special friend?” You know what he means, but you want him to say it.
“I’m trying to be polite. It’s a pretty girl, who is down to fuck.”
Seungcheol rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. You let out a groan. He knows you don’t like hearing about Jeonghan and all his new conquests.
“Hannie.”
“I’m sorry, she asked.” Jeonghan leans over to kiss the top of your head.
“Goodbye Hannie.”
Jeonghan heads inside, leaving you sitting alone outside. Looking inside, making sure Jeonghan is gone. Seungcheol reaches over and grabs your hand. He silently brings your hand to his lips. He places three gentle kisses across your knuckles.
“Sorry he’s so crude.”
“It’s fine, we’ve been broken up for so long now. I should get used to it.” You aren’t in love with him, but unfortunately that doesn’t spare your feelings that have lingered a little. Knowing about his new conquests still sting.
“Did you want me to take you home tonight?” He says before pressing another kiss to the top of your hand.
“Do you not want me to stay?”
“I want you to stay, but I’m giving you the option to go home if you would like.”
“If I was smart I would leave pajamas here.”
He lets out a laugh. “You’re funny if you think we’re wearing clothes in my bed.”
ITS ALWAYS BEEN ALL ABOUT YOU
Laying on his bed, sprawled out on his expensive cotton sheets, you watch as he strips away his clothes. This isn’t like many other nights you had spent together.
Sex between you is normally intense, sometimes rough, but this feels more intimate.
He sits on his knees between your spread thighs. He’s looking down at you, with a different look in his eyes. He’s staring at you like you’re the one who hung the moon, and all the stars that fill the sky. A warmth spreads across your chest. Hopefully he always looks at you like this.
He’s hovering you, practically plastered against you. Your hands claw at his back, desperately wanting to hold on to him. Your legs are wrapped around his waist. His face is buried in your neck.
Reaching for his hand, you just want him to touch you in any way possible. His fingers lace with yours, pinning your hands to the sheets next to your head. The pace he rolls his hips into yours is slow and oh so deep. Little gasps keep leaving your lips with each brush of that sensitive little spot inside you.
"You feel so good." He moans with his lips against your jaw. Closing your eyes you let the feeling of every muscle in your body take over. "You're close aren't you?"
Breathlessly you nod. He thrust a little harder, knowing exactly what he needs to do.
"Cheol—" his name is nothing more than a broken plea.
"That's it baby." Your eyes snap open at the mention of that new nickname.
"Cheol—"
"Can you come for me?" He pulls back slightly to look down at you.
"Yes!"
His thrusts are so deep he's practically kissing your cervix. Your brain is nothing more than a pile of lust filled mush. The only thing you can think about is coming, and his name.
Everything feels warm, your muscles tense for what feels like an eternity. The release feels euphoric. Tears slide down your cheek, and his name passes your lips like a sinful prayer.
Your walls flutter like a heartbeat. Your body sinks intothe bed relaxing like you never have before. Looking up you see him watching you with lust blown eyes.
His lips part as if he wants to say something to you, but nothing comes out.
He moans your name, as he fills you to the brim with his milky release. Reaching up you brush away his matted hair. Your fingers delicately brush across his glistening skin. God he's absolutely beautiful.
Your chest squeezes suddenly. Seungcheol means so incredibly much to you, and the connection you share is so confusing. You aren't alone, he feels things for you- things he shouldn't feel.
He releases your hands, and moves so he's sitting on his knees between your spread legs. He hasn't pulled out yet, he's still snug inside you.
"Did you cry?" He looks at you noticing your tear stained cheeks.
"Yeah, that's never happened before."
Jeonghan was the person you lost your virginity to, back in college and you've only slept with two other men before Seungcheol. Sex with Jeonghan was incredible over the years, but what you experience with Seungcheol is like something you can't quite explain.
"I need to clean you up before we go to bed."
He wastes no time pulling you out of bed. He takes you into the huge en-suite bathroom. You share a warm shower where he takes his time cleaning you up.
Laying in bed completely naked, you're laying on your side with him plastered up behind you. He whispers something you can't make out before pressing his lips to your bare shoulder for a handful of kisses. It doesn't take long before you're both sound asleep curled up together.
Waking up with you in his arms is possibly the best way Seungcheol could ever wake up. The sight of you comfortably sound asleep next to him makes him smile. He slowly pulls away from you, knowing that you'll want coffee as soon as you wake up.
He grabs a fresh pair of boxers and stretches a little. His bare feet pad across the hardwood floor as he silently tries to head off to the kitchen without waking you.
You're both free today, so he's hoping he can spend the day with you. Maybe he can't convince you to get dinner with him. Or maybe he can keep you locked in his house all day. He just wants to spend as much time with you as possible.
He's in the middle of making your cup of coffee when he hears you walking into the kitchen.
He smiles at the sight of you. You're dressed in a tiny top with no bra and your cheeky panties that barely cover your butt.
"Morning." You let out a yawn walking closer to him.
"Morning beautiful." You smile at another new nickname. He's doing his damndest to make you melt these last twenty-four hours.
"I see you're making coffee." He holds out the cup he just finished making for you. "You know all the ways to make me happy."
Back in college Seungcheol used to go with Jeonghan all the time to bring you coffee while you were studying. He knows your coffee order without even having to think about it.
"I try." That's an understatement, Seungcheol will literally do anything to make you happy.
You head off to the dining room. Seungcheol follows you. He takes a seat next to you. He just sips his coffee listening to you ramble on about random things.
"How about we spend the day together?" He finally asks.
"That would be nice."
After finishing your coffee, you head to the living room. You mention wanting to change into one of Seungcheol's shirts.
The door opens and immediately Seungcheol knows only one person can be entering his penthouse. Glancing over at your outfit that does barely anything to cover you. He knows there is no way either of you can talk your way out of this one. It's very clear what had unfolded between you.
“Fuck,” Seungcheol says under his breath.
Jeonghan walks in and immediately stops in his tracks at the sight of Seungcheol wearing nothing but his underwear and you practically naked with him.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Hannie,” you speak up.
“You know, neither of you were answering your phones. I came by to ask if you had heard from Bams.” Seungcheol's stomach is twisting in knots. “It looks like I found her,” he says sarcastically.
“Jeonghan.” Seungcheol doesn’t even know what he should say.
His face is morphing into a look of anger. Neither of you ever wanted Jeonghan to find out this way.
“Are you fucking Bambi?” Jeonghan has never looked this mad before.
You’re standing by the couch looking startled. Seungcheol glances over at you and can immediately tell you’re upset. “Jeonghan—“
“What the fuck Cheol?”
You’re standing there frozen in place. Jeonghan looks at you and his anger melts away and now he’s left looking hurt. “Do I not mean anything to you anymore?”
“Hannie, that’s not fair.”
“Fair? You’re fucking my best friend behind my back.”
“Jeonghan, it was an accident,” Seungcheol says.
“Don’t lie to me and say this was a one time thing. You didn’t fall into her fucking naked.”
“We didn’t mean for it to happen.” Seungcheol is trying to defend both of you.
“We got drunk once and we both barely remember it,” you say softly.
“Have you just been fucking all this time to remember the first time?” He barks out a laugh. “Cheol, I still fucking love her. Why would you sleep with her?” Jeonghan steps closer to him.
“Jeonghan, you're not still in love with me,” you speak up. Seungcheol feels at a loss of what he should even say.
“Bambi, I still love you.”
“Jeonghan you might love me, but you’re not in love with me. Hell I still love you too, but it’s not the same. If you were still in love with me you wouldn’t be chasing and sleeping with other women.”
Jeonghan doesn’t say anything, he just stands there looking broken-hearted. The screaming silence is too much for Seungcheol. How did things get this fucked up?
“Hannie.” You take a step towards Jeonghan.
“God, you both fucking suck.” Jeonghan storms out of the apartment, slamming the door on the way out.
“Cheol, you can go chase after him. I think it’s clear we should end this now.” Tears are sliding on your cheeks.
“Is that what you want?” It’s sure as hell isn’t what he wants.
“I don’t want to be the reason your friendship ends.”
Seungcheol steps closer to you. “Bambi.” You step back shaking your head.
“I think I should leave.” You rush off towards his bedroom to change.
He can’t bring himself to move. He’s plastered in place, his chest aching knowing he can’t chase after you right now. Hell he should chase after Jeonghan, but he can't. No matter what he does, he's lost everything.
Walking back into the living room you look over at him, tears streaming down your face. “Goodbye Cheol.”
“That’s it?” He’s on the verge of crying. He loves you and he can’t let you walk away. He wishes he could tell you he loves you.
“Yeah it is. We were selfish and hurt Jeonghan.”
He lets out a sigh, pushing his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I don’t regret anything that has happened between us.”
Reaching up you push away your tears, “I don’t regret us either. I just can’t be the reason you and Jeonghan aren’t friends.”
“Bambi, I don’t want to say goodbye.” He takes a big step towards you.
“I need to go.” You walk towards the door before he can stop you.
One of the most painful things he has ever done was letting you walk out his door.
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This has been the longest two weeks of Seungcheol’s life. He's miserable, everything he cares about has slipped through his fingers.
Everything has gone to hell. Jeonghan won’t speak to either of you, he’s only talked to Seungcheol through email about work related things. Seungcheol desperately wants to talk to you, but you’ve been locked away in your apartment. You’re barely responding to his texts.
He knows fucked up in every way possible, but he’s not sure how he can fix this. He’s gone for four days for a game. Jeonghan emailed him saying he’ll be at the game, but Seungcheol hasn’t seen him.
Laying in a hotel in a different city, he feels lost. Staring at your contact, info it’s taking everything in him not to call you.
This is the longest he’s gone without talking to you. He wants nothing more than to hear your voice again.
Another two weeks pass and he's absolutely miserable. He doesn't remember the last time he felt this lonely. His texts this week checking in on you have gone unanswered. Jeonghan won't respond to his messages either. He's at least hoping and praying that maybe you and Jeonghan have at least spoken.
Sitting alone in his penthouse the loneliness feels crushing. He's reached his breaking point. Seungcheol can't deal with the awkwardness with Jeonghan anymore. He can't handle that he feels like he's going insane, and has lost his two best friends. He can't handle that he's lost the one girl he's truly ever loved.
It's seven at night and he's finally snapped, he needs to talk to Jeonghan. They need to figure things out. Because if he's lost you, he can't handle losing Jeonghan as well.
Knocking on his best friend's door, he's hoping and praying Jeonghan is home.
The door swing opens and there stands Jeonghan looking irritated.
"Why are you here?" Jeonghan raises his brow, tilting his head.
"We need to talk."
Jeonghan steps aside, signaling for Seungcheol to come in.
Jeonghan silently walks off towards the kitchen area. Without even thinking Seungcheol follows him. The tension in the room is thick. Jeonghan leans against the marble island.
"Why are you here? Honestly there is nothing to talk about?" Jeonghan doesn't bother sugar coating anything. His tone is bitter as he speaks.
“Jeonghan just fucking yell at me already.” Seungcheol’s voice is firm.
“Fuck you,” Jeonghan seethes. "You don't get to come here and tell me what to do. So fuck off Seungcheol."
“I’m sorry, okay.” Seungcheol walks closer to him. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. It would have been a one time thing, but I couldn’t walk away.” He wishes he could have stopped that night from happening, but he can’t.
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Did my feelings not matter?”
“Believe me, they did and they still do. I just couldn’t turn off my feelings for her.”
Jeonghan swallows, staring at him. “What do you mean your feelings?”
“I wish I didn’t love her, Hannie.”
“Of course you love her, she’s your best friend, just like I'm your best friend. It’s always been the three of us. Even when I was with her, we’ve always been best friends, the three of us.”
Seungcheol lets out a shaky breath, “It’s different.”
Jeonghan closes his eyes, reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose. “When did you fall in love with her?”
He’s not sure how Jeonghan is going to react to what he says. “Since that first week you brought her around back in college.” If he closes his eyes he can still picture you the first time he saw you. It was back when you used to wear those big wire frame glasses.
“The whole god damn time she was my girlfriend, you were in love with her?” Jeonghan is trying his hardest to stay calm.
“It wasn’t like I love her now. What I feel for her now is so much stronger.”
“I can’t believe you!” Jeonghan finally yells. “Were you just always hoping and praying we would break up?”
“What the fuck? No!”
“Were you just waiting for your chance with her?”
“Hannie, it wasn’t like that. I never planned on making a move on her. I never planned on acting on my feelings.”
“Does she love you too?” Jeonghan needs to know.
“I don’t know. She’s never said anything about it. She ended things with me that day you found out.”
“Have you spoken to her?” Jeonghan is now worried about you.
“No. She won’t answer my calls or texts. She’s worried she ruined our friendship.”
Jeonghan lets out a groan, rolling his eyes. “You better hope she’s in love with you too.”
“What?” That definitely wasn’t what he expected Jeonghan to say.
“If I’m going to give you my so called blessing to go back to fucking my beloved ex, you both better be in love.” Jeonghan reminds Seungcheol how crazy he can be.
“Your blessing?”
“You only did it because you love her right? You wouldn’t have just had meaningless sex with her right?”
“I obviously love her.”
Jeonghan starts walking towards the door. “Come on Cheol. She’s not gonna answer you if you call. So we’re going to Bam’s place.”
“For what?”
“To get her to admit she’s in love with you, so I can forgive you both.” Jeonghan opens the front door. “Come on dumbass.”
The ride to your place leaves Seungcheol feeling nauseous. What if he goes there and you don't love him? Seungcheol tries to focus on driving instead of the negative thoughts eating away at him.
Jeonghan can tell what's going on in Seungcheol's head. He's been watching his best friend carefully since they left his house. "Cheol?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think she'll reject you."
Seungcheol grips the steering wheel a little tighter. "God I hope she doesn't."
Pulling up to your place, he parks in your second parking spot. He unbuckles his seat belt and glances over at Jeonghan.
"I can't believe I’m taking you to literally confess your love to a girl I still love." Jeonghan can't believe he's okay with this. Hell, Seungcheol can't believe Jeonghan is okay with this.
"Are you still in love with her?"
Jeonghan doesn't say anything, he opens the car door. He hops out of the car and waits for Seungcheol. Seungcheol jumps out. "Hannie, are you still in love with her?"
"Cheol, it doesn't matter. She doesn't feel the same way. Maybe she's right, we aren't in love but we still love each other."
Jeonghan walks over and grabs Seungcheol’s wrist. "Stop asking questions. I gave you my blessing, so for the love of god go get our girl."
The ride up to your floor feels excruciatingly slow. Jeonghan leans against the wall messing with the sleeve of his sweater, while Seungcheol tries to focus on what he wants to say to you.
Arriving at your door Seungcheol silently stands there for a moment. He's knocked on your door many times, he even has the passcode to get in. This time is just incredibly different.
Jeonghan lets out a heavy sigh, before pushing his way past his best friend. He knocks on the door knowing that if he doesn't knock, nothing is going to happen.
It takes about a minute before the door slowly opens. There you are standing on the other side dressed in a pair of sweats and a baggy shirt that definitely belongs to Jeonghan.
"What are you guys doing here?" You step aside, signaling for them to come inside.
"We all need to have a conversation," Jeonghan says.
Both the boys head inside. You all make your way to the couch that's in front of the tv. You sit in the chair off to the side. Seungcheol immediately notices how sad you look.
"Alright, we need to figure things out," Jeonghan says.
"What do we need to figure out?" You glance between the two boys.
"Well I need to know if this truly meant something between the two of you. I want to know if it was just sex."
Seungcheol knits his brows together. "Hannie, I told you it was so much more."
"Have you told Bambi that?"
You stare at both of them confused. "What do you mean?"
Seungcheol is at a loss for words. He wants to tell you he loves you, but he's so scared. "Bambi—"
"Cheol, what's going on?"
Jeonghan lets out a dramatic sigh. "God, you two are annoying. Bambi he's in love with you, and I really hope you're in love with him. Or this is gonna get really weird between the three of us."
"What?" You ask.
"I love you, and just not like a friend. I've been in love with you, long before we started this. And being able to be with you made me realize I have never loved anyone like I love you."
Your eyes are wide. You stare at both the boys dumbfounded. This isn't what you thought he was going to say.
"Please tell me you love him, because this is gonna be weird if you don't," Jeonghan responds.
"I love you too." You stand up. Seungcheol stands up quickly. He walks over toward you. His hand rests gently on your cheek. "Hannie, I'm sorry." You glance over at your ex who is watching both of you.
"Yeah, yeah I know. You both have my blessing." He rolls his eyes leaning back on the couch.
Seungcheol gives you the biggest smile. You grip his shirt and lean in close to him. "So you love me?"
"So god damn much." He leans in the rest of the way. His lips crash into yours like a tidal wave. He kisses you like you're the air in his oxygen deprived lungs.
"This is gonna be weird watching you kiss and stuff." Jeonghan says dramatically.
You pull away from Seungcheol and can't help but laugh. Seungcheol tries his hardest to hold back smiling.
He sits down onto the couch, and pulls you onto his lap. His arms are wrapped around your stomach holding you close.
“I have some ground rules since you’re going to be a couple now.” Jeonghan lets out a dramatic groan. “Rule one, just like when we dated, we’re still a trio. We didn’t make Cheol feel like the third wheel, you better not make me feel like it. Rule two, don’t make out in front of me, that was weird to watch. Rule three, don’t tell me about your sex life unless I’m being invited.” He lets out a laugh. You think he’s joking but based on the look Seungcheol is giving him, you know he’s not.
“Alright, fair.” You say.
“Well this is fun, we’ve all practically kissed now.” Jeonghan laughs.
“What?” You ask.
“I’ve made out with not just your pretty mouth, but also your pussy, and I’ll bet money Cheol has kissed both those places.” Seungcheol rubs his temples. You both are well aware Jeonghan is going to love harassing you all the time now.
"Hannie." You scold him.
"So you're in love with me?" Seungcheol tries his hardest to hold back a smile.
"Head over heels."
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "God you two are going to be way more annoying than we ever were, when we were together."
Who would have thought breaking up with Jeonghan would lead you to falling in love with his best friend?
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𝐚𝐧: I’m very tempted to make connecting stories for both Jeonghan and Soonyoung to this if anything is interested.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x afb.reader, joshua hong x afb.reader
The sun rose and set in his eyes, you would do anything and everything to see joshua happy. wonwoo wants you to see that you deserve the world.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): angst, friends to lovers, heartbreak, romance, smut
𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 17.1k
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, mc is chubby, drinking, joshua is dumb, crying, pregnancy mentioned not the mc tho, body insecurity, lots of crying in this one
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: handjob, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex, wonwoo is has a huge dick, sex on the couch, nipple play, p in v intercourse, multiple sex scenes, nicknames: sunshine, baby (hers) baby(his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
𝐚𝐧: I wrote this years ago and fully rewrote and reworked it. Divider by @/saradika-graphics. Thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading some of this one.
When it came to him, the sun rose and sat in his eyes. In your small existence you had never felt anything close to what you felt for him. You couldn’t see any part of your future that he wasn’t in. He was, and is, quite literally your everything.
You and Joshua met back when you were in high school, and the moment you spoke for the first time something between you just clicked. It was as if everything suddenly fell into place, the moment you met. It was almost as if everything in your life had led up to your meeting. You clearly remember the first time you watched him walk down the hallway towards you. You were the girl who had just moved to town and barely had any friends. Fate had something planned, and your locker was right next to Joshua’s. The first time he met you he shook your hand and introduced himself. You can still remember the electric feeling that ran across your skin as you touched. No one you had ever met was as kind as him. He wore the sweetest smile as he spoke to you. The moment he realized you didn’t have any friends he informed you that you were now friends. From that moment your life seemed to revolve around him.
Sitting in your shared kitchen watching as he stood in front of the coffee pot in nothing but a pair of tiny blue boxer-briefs. When it came to modesty Joshua had zero concept of it when it came to you, he never has. The boy changed in front of you a week into knowing you. He was in your bedroom after school and you were laying on your bed talking to him when he pulled his shirt off and stripped down to his boxers. Your eyes go wide, and your cheeks and the tips of your ears burn bright at the sight of him. You stare for a moment too long and he notices. He gave you that casual smirk that made you melt and asks, “do you like what you see?” You averted your eyes and just shook your head embarrassed. How did he even expect you to respond to that question?
The sound of him humming something brought you out of your day dream. Your eyes stayed locked on his as he poured himself a cup of coffee. His bottom lip is captured between his teeth as he walks towards you. Sitting down across from you, he reaches over and grabs your iPad that is sitting on the table in front of you. You’re supposed to be sending an email for work, but you can’t seem to concentrate much at the moment.
“Sunshine, what are you doing?” he asks, looking at the email. He’s called you sunshine since high school. According to him it’s because you brightened up his life.
“I’m supposed to be working on a project that has a deadline next week, but I can’t seem to stay focused on it.” You can never fully focus when he’s around.
“Is me walking around in my underwear distracting?” he asks, winking. He must find it thrilling to tease you.
Shaking your head you sigh, “you’re always distracting.” Reaching over you grab your iPad back from him. How much you would love to play around with him, you can’t. You actually have a rapidly approaching deadline to meet.
“I like putting on a show for you babe,” he gave you that smirk that he knows makes you melt.
In your whole life you don’t know how you would ever love anyone more than you love Joshua Hong. This man is your everything. He knows how to cheer you up when you are sad, or how to make you laugh when you seem to be taking everything probably too serious. You don’t think anyone on earth knows you better than Joshua, not even your family.
“So, I’m going to run some errands and swing by work, and then I want to take you out to dinner.”
You aren’t sure why he could possibly want to go to dinner, but you never turn down an opportunity to go out with him.
“Okay sounds good to me, I need to go to work for a while, Wonwoo wants me to check out a script he’s reviewing.”
“Tell Wonwoo he better keep his hands off my girl,” he laughs lightly and stands up.
Looking up at him you smile, “oh I’m your girl?” You raise your eyebrow at him.
“You’re always going to be my girl.” He walks towards you, leaning over to press his lips to the top of your head. It’s impossible not to smile as he walks down the hallway away from you.
-&-
Walking into work you find Wonwoo exactly where you always do, sitting at your desk. He’s leaning back in your overpriced chair with his feet up on your desk. His phone is in his hands as he’s smirking at the screen.
“Wonwoo, why are you at my desk, when your perfectly good desk is located in the office next to mine?” Walking over you pick up his boot cover and take it off your clean desk.
“Your office has a better view than mine?” He smirks, sitting his phone down on your desk. This man will quite literally think of any excuse possible to spend time in your office.
Walking over you sit down in the chair across from him. “You do know we have the same view?”
He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, “no you have a better view of that tree off to the left.” You can’t help but roll your eyes.
You glare at him and let out a heavy sigh. He gives you his signature smile and you instantly shake your head slowly. “Where is the manuscript Wonwoo?”
Reaching on the ground he held up the thick manuscript and sat it down on your desk with a loud thump. You reach over and pick up the script glancing at it. Wonwoo made a big deal about you coming into the office to check out this manuscript he was tasked with looking over.
“What’s it about?”
You and Wonwoo met in college, he was Joshua’s roommate freshman year. He had no choice but to be friends with you since you and Joshua were together basically every waking moment of the day. Through college you both had the same major so you had a ton of classes together, and then after graduation you both went on to work for the same publishing house.
“You know the same old normal young adult nonsense, but it’s coming from some girl who wrote a bestseller ten years ago and this novel is long awaited. I guess three movie studios are already trying to get rights to it before it's even published,” Wonwoo rolls his eyes.
“Do you think it’s worth being a movie?” you asked, picking up the extremely thick script.
He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m not exactly the target audience, but then again I have read scripts with less plots and the internet loses their goddamn minds over them.”
Looking at the script you read the first page. You couldn’t help but notice that Wonwoo probably wasn’t wrong, it was going to follow the basic formula of young adult novels, but that wasn’t a bad thing. People tend to love those types of books, you were one of them. You can’t even count how many books like this you had bought from bookstores and loved them.
“If you think it will sell well, and especially with people highly anticipating this novel, I would say push it through. If you don't, Mr. Choi might fire your ass.”
He rolls his eyes and reaches over to grab the script back from you.“Alright, I’ll send it through.”
You narrow your eyes staring at him realizing he didn’t actually need your help with this. “Why did you ask for my help, that's a slam dunk script you didn’t need me to tell you that?”
Shrugging his shoulders, he stands up holding the script under his arm, “I don’t know sunshine, I guess I like hearing I’m right about something.”
Your eyes roll so hard you’re scared they might get stuck in the back of your head. Wonwoo’s cockiness is sometimes too much to handle. He walks out of your office sporting that same cocky smile. Walking over you sit down in your chair that Wonwoo had just been sitting in. You look down at your phone to find a text from Joshua.
Joshua 🩵: Hey I’m feeling like having pasta for dinner.
You didn’t understand how a man with the body that he had could possibly eat as much pasta as he does. Joshua's body was as if he was made from stone, and then there was you, a girl with a soft body. You truly are polar opposites.
Sunshine ☀️ : You always want pasta.
Sitting your phone down on your desk you opened up your emails to see if you had any new deadlines to meet. Before you could even click to open a new email from Mr.Choi, Wonwoo walked back into your office.
“Sunshine, are we going out for your birthday tomorrow?” He asks, leaning against the door frame. You haven’t even thought about your birthday. Joshua had brought it up a couple times, but you always brushed him off because you were busy with work stuff. You’ve never been someone who makes a big deal about your birthday. Joshua and Wonwoo make a bigger deal about it then you do.
“I don’t know,” you shrug.
“I'm going to have to plan this with Joshua, aren’t I?”
You glance up at him and glare, “I feel like even if I don’t want to go out, with you two that’s not an option. No matter what I say, you two are going to plan something.”
He smirks and moves so he is no longer leaning against the doorframe. “Basically, I’ll hit Joshua up.”
Shaking your head, you look back down at your phone to see another text from Joshua.
Joshua 🩵: Be home at seven for dinner.
Sunshine ☀️ : Will do.
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Walking into your apartment you find Joshua sitting on the couch waiting for you. His eyes are locked on his phone. These days he’s more glued to his phone than ever.
“Sunshine, you're late.” He holds up his wrist and points to his watch dramatically.
You roll your eyes and place your hands on your hip. “Sorry I arrived three minutes late.”
Before you could say anything else, he stood up and shouts, “three minutes and forty-two seconds late.”
You can’t help but let out a heavy sigh. “alright let’s go then.”
Heading out of the apartment together you walk down the block to your favorite Italian place. You and Joshua have spent many nights eating here and even ordering take out when you’re feeling too lazy to eat out. You sit down and Joshua is already rambling on about which pasta he wants to get. You look at him just getting lost in his words not exactly focusing on what he was saying, but the way his lips were slightly turning up as he spoke.
“What are you getting?” he asks, sitting the menu down.
“Angel hair pasta with vodka sauce,” you say, sitting my menu down. You don’t bother reading the menu, you just pick something you know you’ll like.
The waitress comes over and takes your order. You sit there for a moment before Joshua clears his throat. He gives you a look you can’t quite explain.
“I have something I need to tell you.” He sounds like he’s nervous to say whatever he was about to say.
“What do you need to tell me?” You reach over and rest your hand on his.
“So, I’m going to be a father, Mai is pregnant.”
Your world suddenly starts spinning on its side as your eyes grow wide. The feeling of bile crawling up your throat makes you feel sick. All the color must have drained from your face as Joshua stares at you with a concerned look. Your heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces right in Joshua's hand. In this exact moment you realized Joshua Hong doesn't return your feelings, and he was never going to. Your eyes suddenly want to water as you fought like hell not to cry. Your chest aches.
Joshua and Mai have been dating for a year, he’s head over heels for her. The problem with Mai is she doesn’t like you at all. From the first time she met you she was very clearly extremely jealous of you. Her and Joshua had gotten into a couple big fights over the fact that Joshua lives with you. You can’t lie, you don’t like her at all. You never have and you never will. She’s stuck up and always rude to you. Joshua always asks you what you think of her, and you always tell him the same thing, “my opinions of who you’re dating shouldn’t matter. I just want you to do what makes you happy.”
Joshua happiness was the only thing that matters in your life. You didn’t know why the universe thought it was okay to make you love someone who was never going to love you the same way. Sure, he loves you, he tells you all the time that he loves you. That you’re his girl. But you can love someone and not be in love with them? Joshua was the only man you have ever loved, and you didn’t think you could love anyone the way you love him.
“Sunshine, did you hear me?” he asks, snapping out of your thoughts.
“Yeah congratulations.” You put on the best smile you can muster. You gently squeeze his hand and watch as his eyes light up.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” The smile he’s wearing would normally warm your heart. Instead it leaves more and more cracks in your fragile chest.
One thing about Joshua that anyone who ever met him knew, was that he can’t wait to be a father. He’s a man who desperately wants a wife and kids. He had mentioned a couple months back to you that he possibly wanted to marry Mai in the next five years. When he said it in all honesty it hurt like hell, but you just brushed it off and tried to forget it. You couldn’t help but wonder when he knocked her up. Your skin crawls at the thought of them conceiving their child while you were in the apartment with them. You hate just thinking about Mai being able to touch him the way you wish you could. The jealousy inside you aches, at the idea of her getting your perfect dream life.
You eat dinner and listen to Joshua ramble on about Mai. Your brain isn’t holding any of the information he’s telling you. You just nod your head and smile, acting like you’re fully invested in the fact that Mai was going to have the life that you have dreamed of having.
Walking back to the apartment Joshua has his arm over your shoulder like he always does. He’s always been overly affectionate with you, even when he’s been in a relationship. People who didn’t actually know your friendship always assumed you were together. It probably had something to do with the lack of personal space you seem to have, and the fact you live together. On any other night or day, you would love having his arm around you as you walk down the street, but right then and there it feels like his hand is in your chest shattering what few pieces were left of your heart.
Opening the door to the apartment, Joshua’s phone started ringing. Looking down he smiled really big, and you can’t help but assume it was Mai calling.
“Do you mind if I take this?” he asks, holding up his phone.
You shake your head. “Go ahead, I’m gonna shower and then head to bed, I have an early day at work tomorrow.”
Walking off to your room closing the door, you take a deep breath and let out a shaking sigh. You’re still attempting to hold back the tears that have been trying to fall all night. You aren’t ready to break down over this. Hell, you don’t ever want to break down over this. You wish you could erase this entire memory from your mind. You need to be stronger. Holding your eyes closed, you fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. You strip away your clothes, tossing them on the floor. At this moment you don’t care about leaving a mess behind. Walking off to the en-suite bathroom completely bare, you turn on the water and don't bother waiting for it to warm up. You just step into the cold water and gasp as it hits your skin. Running your shaky fingers down your wet face as the water starts to warm up. The sob finally breaks through your chest as the tear finally starts to fall. Your body shakes as you sob. Your arms wrap around your body trying to stop the tears. You know you need to just let them out though. You don’t have to hide your feelings while you are alone in the shower. Where the sound of the water falling would hide the sounds of your sobs.
You stay in the shower until you can get yourself together, once you are no longer sobbing. As the tears continued to gently slide down your cheeks. You turn the water off and step out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around your wet body and walking off into your bedroom. Without even bothering to get dressed you crawled into bed still just wrapped in a towel.
Laying in your silent dark room, tears continue to slide down your face, at the fact that your delusional little fairy tale was never going to happen.
The sound of a soft knock on the door causes you to still for a moment.
“Sunshine, did you want to watch a movie?” Joshua asks from the other side of the door.
You open your mouth to speak and yet nothing comes out. You close your eyes deciding to act like you had fallen asleep. You can get out there and just pretend you’re okay.
Another soft knock came through and you hear him, “Sunshine, are you asleep?”
Silently you hold your eyes shut, holding your breath waiting for him to give up. You can’t do it anymore tonight. You’re hurt and heartbroken, even though you feel like you didn’t have a right to be. Joshua wasn’t yours and he was never going to be.
The sound of his footsteps walking away from your room let me know that he’s given up.
Time went by slowly as you lay there staring at the wall. You manage to stop crying for about ten minutes when you hear him knock on your bedroom door softly one more time.
“Sunshine,” he pauses and you hear him take a deep breath. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I love you and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Gnawing on your bottom lip, tears slide down your cheek once more as you hear him open and close the door next to yours. You slowly crawl out of bed, and throw on your pajamas quickly. You go to reach for your door handle. As your fingers graze the cool metal, you think about what you would actually say to him. There is no way you could tell him he broke your heart. He didn’t even realize you love him before. Tonight shouldn’t change it. You dropped your hand and stared at the handle knowing that you owe him an explanation, but you can’t bear to actually ever give it to him. Shaking your head, you step away from the door. Walking back over to your bed, you crawl under the covers.
You don’t actually know how to act like you weren’t heartbroken around him, and it might just kill you to act like you’re completely fine.
-&-
You thought when the sun came up, maybe you would wake up and not want to cry again. Turns out you were extremely wrong, and were a fool to think that. You wake up in the morning feeling still just as heartbroken. Lying in bed you stare at the wall and hear Joshua’s bedroom door open. You held your breath as you heard him step towards your bedroom door. His hand gently knocks on the door.
“Birthday girl, are you awake?”
“Yeah,” you say, speaking to him for the first time since last night. Your voice slightly shook, but you hope he can’t tell that you have been crying.
“Get out of bed lazy, I’m gonna make coffee for you and pancakes.” His voice had a slight gravel to it and you can tell he’s just woken up.
“Okay.” You can’t bring yourself at the moment to say more than one-word answers to him.
You hear his footsteps move down the hallway towards the kitchen and you let out a sigh. Slowly crawling out of bed and walking over to your closet you attempt to find something to wear to work. You knew whatever you wore to work you was going to have to wear out to celebrate your birthday. You knew there was no way that either Joshua or Wonwoo were going to let me get away without going out for your birthday tonight. You get dressed in a cute button up flowy blouse and pair of tight jeans that according to Joshua and Seungkwan make your butt look amazing. Walking into your bathroom to brush your teeth and put some makeup on. You made sure to coat your eyelashes in waterproof mascara because there was no way to hide the fact that you would probably be crying again today. You walk over to your closet and grab your black pointed flats, before walking out of your bedroom.
Stopping at the end hallway before the kitchen you took a deep breath getting ready to face Joshua again. You found him reaching into the fridge grabbing cream for your cups of coffee. He was in his normal breakfast attire of nothing but a tiny pair of boxer-briefs that shows off his body, which looks like it was carved from marble.
He turns and looks at you, giving you a crooked smile, and your heart races. He’s had this same effect on you since you were just teenagers.
“Good morning birthday girl,” he walks over and pulls you into his basically naked body for a tight hug. Leaning down his lips presses to the top of your head. Releasing you he looks down at you as if he was trying to decide what to say. “Sunshine, what happened last night? You went to bed so early.”
Reaching up you scratch the back of your neck and look down at the ground. You don’t want to lie to him, but you can’t really tell him the truth right now. “I was just really tired and didn’t feel well.”
Walking over to the counter where your coffee was located, he turns back to you and asked, “are you feeling better today?”
“A little better, I think I might just have a bug.” It feels weird lying to him.
“Are you going to be able to go out tonight?” He asks, walking over towards you carrying a cup of coffee.
You nod knowing that you couldn’t say you don’t want to go out. “Yeah I can still go out.”
“I was thinking we could all go to Jameson’s Bar tonight.” He smiles as he walks back towards the sink.
“Yeah, it sounds good.” You don’t know what else to say to him right now.
He walks back over holding a plate of pancakes and sets them down in front of you. You watch as he walks over and sits across from you at the table. “I had to make breakfast for the birthday girl.”
You give him a small smile, “thanks Shua.”
You eat your breakfast together and Joshua was talking about random things. You hate that just hearing him get passionate about random things just makes you smile. He’s always said you light up his life, and that’s why he calls you sunshine, but he’s the one who truly always lit up your life.
After eating, you head off to work and Joshua tells you that everyone will be meeting at Jameson’s around seven after he gets off from work with Soonyoung.
Walking into work you find Wonwoo once again sitting at your desk, but this time he was holding flowers for you and he had your favorite latte from the place down the street sitting on your desk. With a kiss on your soft cheek he wishes you happy birthday before heading off to his own office.
Work seems to go by quickly before you know it was already six and you were off from work. Wonwoo heads with you back to your apartment so you can change quickly. He sits in the living room charging his phone for a little while. Mindlessly scrolling through his phone, keeping himself busy.
Walking into the living room he whistles at you. You decide to wear a dress that you don’t normally wear. You just roll your eyes and sit down on the couch next to him.
“Trying to find yourself a man tonight?” He asks, throwing his arm across the back of the blue sofa he’s sitting on.
“Oh god no.” You say, causing him to laugh.
“We got about fifteen minutes until we're supposed to be at the bar. Did you want to get a cab or walk there?” He asks.
“Let’s walk, I need the fresh air.” He stands up slowly.
As you arrive at the bar Soonyoung, Joshua, and Mingyu were already inside with a booth for you. The moment you get to the booth everyone jumps out to wish you a happy birthday.
“Let’s go get a drink,” Wonwoo puts his arm over your shoulder and leads you to the bar.
Standing at the bar, you stare at Wonwoo who was holding out a tequila shot for you. You just shake your head not wanting to take it. You hate taking shots and he knows it.
“I don’t want that Wonwoo.” You shake your head with a disgusted look on your face.
“Sunshine, we both know you have to take it.” He smirks, moving it towards your hand.
“No, you take it.” You push his hand back.
“It’s not my birthday, it’s yours.” He moves the shot towards your face.
Your eyes narrow as you glare at him. “If I get super drunk you better take care of my ass.” You know yourself too well. You and tequila have never and will never be friends. Some of your worst hangovers and life have been because of tequila.
“You know Joshua and I will take care of you.” You flinch slightly at the mention of Joshua’s name. Wonwoo notices immediately, his eyes soften as he gives you a concerned look.
“Are you and Josh okay?” He sits the shot down on the counter.
You nod, lying. You can’t have this conversation with him right now and let alone in a room where Joshua is across the room. Without thinking you reach over and grab the glass holding the gold liquor and quickly take it. Wonwoo grows even more concerned as you sit the glass down on the counter with a clink.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” His strong hand rests on your shoulder as he looks at you with a look of concern.
“Yeah I know Wonwoo, everything is fine.”
Taking a step away from him, you walk over to the booth where Soonyoung and Mingyu were sitting and slide in next to Mingyu.
“What’s the birthday girl drinking?” Soonyoung asks.
“Nothing right now,” You, not wanting to actually drink anymore.
“Well let’s change that,” Soonyoung says before he manages to wave down a waitress. You’re not exactly sure what he ordered but a couple minutes later she arrived back with two shots of that dreaded gold liquor and a glass that looks like cranberry and vodka. Soonyoung hands you the shot and you didn’t even bother telling him no. You just clink your small glasses and take the second shot with him.
As you sipped on your cranberry and vodka, Joshua walks over and slides in next to you in the booth holding what looked to be a cranberry in vodka in one hand. He sits it down in front of you and smiles as he throws his arm over your shoulder pulling you close to him. You try to smile and act like nothing has suddenly changed between you, but it was honestly really hard on your part.
“Drink up, birthday girl,” Joshua says, handing you your already half drink glass that Soonyoung had bought you.
Taking a large drink of the strong vodka and fruit mixture you look up as Wonwoo walks over and sits down next to Soonyoung in the booth. His warm eyes move between you and Joshua as he watches you interact. Bringing the glass back to your lips you chug the rest that was in the first drink. Setting the glasses down, you look up to see Wonwoo still staring at you. You glance up at Joshua to see that he wasn’t even paying attention to you. He’s talking to Soonyoung about something and laughing.
You’re snapped out of your thoughts when someone gently kicks your shin and you look across the table at Wonwoo whose eyes are narrowed on you. You mouthed “I’m fine” attempting to get him to leave you alone. Whatever you were feeling at the moment doesn’t need to be shared with anyone, especially with Wonwoo who was really good friends with Joshua.
As the night goes on the alcohol is starting to take effect on you. Your body feels warm and fuzzy as you were now sitting on the other side of the booth sitting next to Wonwoo. Joshua had just left the table to take a phone call, and Soonyoung and Mingyu were on the other side of the bar dancing on the small dance floor with some girls they started talking to.
Reaching for your glass you glance over at Wonwoo who was still staring at you. You’ve been his whole focus tonight. “Wonwoo have you looked at anyone other than me tonight?” You were way past tipsy, but it wasn’t like you hammered or anything.
“What are you not telling me?” He reaches down and rests his hand on your thigh. In all the time you have known Wonwoo, he’s gotten pretty good at reading how you actually feel about a situation. You know you can’t actually hide how you’re feeling from him.
“Wonwoo leave it alone.” You bring the glass up to your lips and take another big gulp.
“What’s going on with you and Joshua?” He raises his eyebrow.
You avoid his question and silently look at the table. You would prefer to avoid this conversation at all cost.
“Every time his name has been mentioned or he touches you, you seem extremely uncomfortable and that is really weird. As long as I have known you, you have always been the happiest around him.”
Holding your eyes close, as you suddenly have the desire to cry. “Shua didn’t do anything.”
He shakes his head as he glances up to see Joshua walking into the bar holding Mai’s hand. Your stomach drops at the sight of them together. Wonwoo gently squeezes your thigh and you look at him to see him staring at you with sad eyes. “You love him don’t you.” The air has been sucked out of the room. You look at Wonwoo on the verge of falling apart all over again.
“You know I do, he’s my best friend.” You try to act like it was casual, that the sight of them together and happy doesn’t make you sick to your stomach.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” He repeats. Wonwoo is a smart man, he see right through your façade.
You drop your head suddenly feeling stupid that you even let yourself have these feelings for him. It was obvious that he didn’t turn them. He never would feel the same way.
“Wonwoo—” You don’t even know how to deny it. It was completely obvious to him. He knows you better than almost anyone other than Joshua.
“He doesn’t know, does he?” Wonwoo’s voice was low as he realized what was going on with you.
You shake your head as you look over at Joshua who was leaning against the bar making out with Mai. “Have you ever told him?”
“No, I couldn’t ever. Our friendship means too much to me, for me to lose him. Also I’m not his type at all. He likes girls that are tiny and pretty like Mai, and not girls like me.”
“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t see what’s right in front of him” He sighs. “You might not think you’re beautiful, but I think you're gorgeous. I always have.” The sides of his mouth turn up into a smile as he stares at you. His words have an instant reaction. You feel your cheeks burn from a mixture of his words and the tequila floating through your veins.
“Did he tell you Mai is pregnant?” You ask softly.
Wonwoo’s eyes go wide with a look of surprise letting you know that Joshua hasn’t told anyone other than you. Of course this was only your cross to bear.
“Yeah he told me last night he’s gonna be a dad, and that broke my heart.” You reach for your drink and take another large gulp of the bitter and fruity mixture.
Before Wonwoo could even respond Joshua and Mai walk over to your booth and sit down across from you.
“Happy birthday,” Mai says, giving you the same fake smile she always seems to give you.
“Thanks.” You give her the best smile you can muster up.
She leans over and grabs Joshua’s face and starts kissing him. You look down at the table and Wonwoo must know how uncomfortable you suddenly feel because he reaches down and laces his fingers with yours. Your eyes move from the table over to Wonwoo. You give him a half smile and he squeezes your hand.
“Why don’t we get you another shot?” Joshua says out of nowhere.
“I’m good.”
“Come on, I’ll take one with you.” He smiles.
“Okay.” You realize then you’re always gonna have a hard time saying no to him.
Joshua orders you two shots of tequila. You look at the shot glass and look up at Joshua, who’s holding his glass towards you. You pick yours up and gently clink your glasses together.
“Happy birthday sunshine.” He says before tossing back the shot.
You all sit at the table talking for about two hours when you let out a loud yawn in your inebriated state. The only thing you want to do is crawl into bed.
“I’m ready for bed.” You let out a sigh, hoping you could go to bed finally.
“How about I take you home.” Wonwoo says, speaking up. You nod, liking the sound of that.
“Baby why don’t you come to my apartment tonight?” Mai asks Joshua, making you want to throw up.
“I have to take care of the birthday girl.” Joshua looks up at you, probably noticing that you were quite drunk.
“Baby, Wonwoo can take care of her,” Mai whines.
“Wonwoo, can you take care of her?” Joshua asks almost as if you aren’t sitting right next to Wonwoo.
“I don’t know if she wants me to take care of her.” Wonwoo looks over at you almost as if he wants to know if you were okay with him taking you home.
“Wonwoo, can you just take me home? I’m not a child, I’m fine once I get inside,” You groan standing up from the booth. You were extremely over being in a small area with Joshua and Mai.
“Yeah I got you.” Wonwoo crawls out of the booth quickly and stands next to you.
Soonyoung and Mingyu walk over together from the dance floor. “You guys heading out?” Mingyu asks.
“Yeah, the birthday girl is tired.” Joshua says as he stands up out of the booth. He walks over and wraps his arms around you pulling you into his chest. He leans down and presses his lips to the top of your head. “Goodnight birthday girl.”
“Goodnight Shua.” You say, pulling away from him.
Soonyoung and Mingyu both walk over and give you a hug goodbye. As the group leaves the bar Wonwoo reaches down and laces his fingers with yours, as he leads you down the street the short distance to yours and Joshua’s apartment.
You don’t talk about anything until you are about a block away from your place. He finally breaks the silence between you. “Do you ever plan on telling him how you feel?”
You shake your head and sigh. “Nope. It’s pointless now.”
Walking inside Wonwoo still holds your hand as you take the elevator up to your floor. Walking into your apartment and you drop his hand and walk straight to your bedroom. Walking into the bathroom that’s connected to your bedroom you drunkenly attempt to wash away your makeup. You smear away your makeup and walk back into your room and find Wonwoo sitting on your bed. You don’t bother saying anything as you take your flats off and crawl into bed next to Wonwoo. Standing up he walks over and presses his lips to your forehead for a lingering kiss.
“Are you okay?” he asks with his face still close to yours.
“No.” You whisper as tears silently start to slide down your cheeks.
“I don’t want to leave you alone.” He says sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you.
“I don’t want to be alone.” You sigh as the tears slowly slide down your cheeks.
He walks over to the other side of the bed and lays down next to you. Without saying a word, you scoot across the bed and cuddle up against him with your head on his chest. You sigh, not even bother trying to hide your tears. The flood gates have been opened and you can't hide your heartbreak. He rubs your side as he holds you while you cry in his arms. You and Wonwoo have cuddled before, but never like this. This seems much more intimate as he comforts you.
“You’re allowed to be hurt.” He whispers.
“I’m such a fool.” You murmur trying to not sob. Your inebriated state is definitely making you even more emotional. If you were sober, you probably wouldn’t be in bed with Wonwoo crying over the fact that Joshua doesn’t love you.
“You aren’t a fool,” he says, leaning down and connecting his lips to the top of your head.
“Can you please just stay with me, right now I just want to feel wanted?” You beg. You must sound pathetic to him, as you lay on him crying about Joshua, and begging him to stay with you.
“Yeah I’ll stay with you,” he says softly as he reaches up and brushes away some of the tears off your cheek.
You’re not sure how long you laid there crying against him. The tears stop right before your eyes grow too heavy to stay awake.
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Your body aches as you wake in the morning. You're surprised you don’t wake up with a killer headache. You glance up to see Wonwoo slowly stirring in bed next to you. You can’t help but notice how pretty he looks when he’s first waking up. His glasses are sitting in the nightstand and his dark hair is slightly disheveled.
“Morning.” Wonwoo yawns as he stretches in bed next to you. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m pretty okay oddly, but I feel like I need to shower.”
“Why don’t I get up and make some coffee while you shower?” You watch as he slowly crawls out of bed.
He was still dressed in his jeans and shirt from yesterday, and you look down to see that you were still in your clothes from the night before as well. Wonwoo walks out of the room and gives you one last smile before shutting the door.
Getting out of bed you strip away your clothes and step into the shower. It was an odd feeling taking a shower while you know Wonwoo is waiting for you in the kitchen.
You’ve been practically single all of your twenties. Sure you’ve gone on a couple dates and even hooked up with a guy who used to work with you. But for the most part you weren’t open to seeing anyone, because of your feelings you have for Joshua. You sure as hell haven’t shared a bed with anyone in an extremely long time. You can’t lie, it felt nice to be held by someone until you went to sleep.
After showering you dress yourself in leggings and a sweater. Walking into the kitchen to find Wonwoo drinking a cup of coffee.
Sitting down at the table across from Wonwoo, you play with the bottom of the sleeves of your sweater. He pushes the second cup of coffee that was sitting next to him towards you. Picking up the cup you brought it up to your lips enjoying the feeling of the warm caffeinated liquid.
“I’m shocked you aren’t hungover,” he says softly.
Shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe crying over a broken heart is the way to counteract a hangover.” You bark out a sarcastic laugh and Wonwoo gives you a sad smile.
“Are you okay?” You knew he was worried about you.
You slowly nod. “I’m going to be fine.”
Before you could say anything, the front door opens and Joshua walks in still in his clothes from the night before. He stops at the table and looks between you and Wonwoo. His brows furrow together as a look of confusion plays across his face. You think he might have noticed that Wonwoo was still wearing his clothes from the night before.
“Did you spend the night Wonwoo?” Joshua says with his eyes narrowing on Wonwoo.
Wonwoo nods and glances at you and then back at Joshua. “Yeah I slept on the couch. I didn't want to leave her alone in the apartment after she had been drinking.”
“Thanks.” Joshua steps towards him and pats him on the back as he walks further into the kitchen. “Sunshine, you’re a lifesaver for making coffee.”
“Wonwoo made it, I took a shower and came out to find fresh coffee.” Joshua looks over at you and you can tell by his look on his face he has a lot of questions.
“Did you guys sleep together?” Joshua boldly asks.
“No Shua.” You respond, technically lying. Technically, you did sleep in the same bed, but you didn’t have sex like clearly Joshua assumes you did.
“Josh she was drunk and I was sober, you and I both know I would never take advantage of her.” Wonwoo’s tone sounds like he’s kind of annoyed. He’s actually annoyed that Joshua would ever think he would take advantage of you in your drunken state.
“I know that, I was just kind of shocked to see you still in your clothes from the night before.” Joshua says as he pours himself a cup of coffee.
“Wonwoo was just being a really good guy taking care of me.” You say speaking up. You don’t like that Joshua is being so nosy about Wonwoo staying over. Especially after he pawned you off Wonwoo last night asking him to take care of you.
Joshua walks over and sits down at the table in between you and Wonwoo. You were all sitting there, drinking coffee and making small talk. Wonwoo stays over for about an hour before he says, he has to head out because he had some stuff at home he had to do. After he left Joshua excuses himself to go take a shower and you relax in the living room looking at a Young Adult script you’d taken home to check out. You read it for about a half hour when Joshua walks into the living room. He has his laptop and sits down on the couch next to you. You were working in comfortable silence for a while when there’s a knock on the door. You thought maybe Soonyoung or Mingyu were coming over. Joshua closes his laptop and jumps up to go answer the door. You look over at the door to see Mai. You quickly look away and roll your eyes, it’s getting to the point you were rarely getting alone time with Joshua anymore. Mai was constantly popping her head in whenever she could, and it was safe to say you hated it. You don’t think she could do anything at this point to actually make you like her.
“If it isn’t the drunk birthday girl.” She practically sings walking into the living room.
“Hey Mai.” You attempt to give her a small smile.
You keep your eyes locked on the script you were reading as you heard them start to make out. Joshua was never the person who would openly make out with someone until he met her. You’re pretty sure she constantly makes out with him to prove to you that he belongs to her.
“I heard Joshua told you that he’s going to be a father.” She rests her hand on her stomach as she sits down on the spot on the couch Joshua had been sitting on.
You nod, praying to yourself that there was some way in hell, you weren’t going to talk to her about her unborn child. “Yeah congrats.”
“With Joshua as the father this baby is going to be beautiful.” She smiles.
You tilt your head and give a pained nod. “Yeah Shua has some great genetics.”
Joshua walks over and sits on the couch next to Mai and wraps his arm around her. He looks over at you and gives you a smile letting you know that he was truly happy. You know it makes you a terrible friend, but that breaks your heart.
“I’m gonna let you guys have some alone time, I have some questions about this script so I’m going to go see Wonwoo.” You quickly stand up. You need any excuse at all to get away from the love birds.
Walking off to your room you found a pair of black flats and your purse. You don’t even bother putting on any makeup. Walking towards the front door you look over at Joshua and find him cuddling up with Mai on the couch.
“Shua I’ll be back later.”
“Okay, sunshine.” He says, not bothering to look back.
Heading outside you hail a cab quickly and head straight to Wonwoo’s apartment. Your hand hits his door rapidly praying that he would answer the door soon. You need to escape from Joshua and Mai. You can’t go back to the apartment and listen to Mai talk about her perfect life with Joshua anymore.
Wonwoo answers the door and gives you a confused look. His eyes travel down to the script you’re holding and he asks, “I thought you didn’t need my help on that script.”
“I lied to Joshua and said I needed your help.” You pause and sigh fighting the urge to cry. “I just needed to escape from Shua and Mai. She came over and was gloating all about how pretty her baby with Joshua was going to be. I know it makes me a terrible person but hearing about her perfect life with Joshua, makes me sick to my stomach.” You know you’re rambling and you probably sound like a crazy person but you need to get all this off your chest.
He doesn’t say anything, he just reaches over and wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. His hand runs up and down your back as if he was trying to calm you down.
“You aren’t a terrible person, you’re heartbroken. If I was you, I wouldn’t want to hear about it either.”
“How can you turn off feelings for someone?” You asks him as you pull away slightly and look up into his warm eyes.
“Unfortunately, you can’t turn them off, you just try to move on.”
Closing your eyes pushing back the tears that were trying to fall. “I don’t want to feel anything for him anymore. Nobody wants me, why would Joshua want me?” You sound truly pathetic and you know it.
“Hey.” He places his large hand on your cheek, and stares into your eyes with an intense look. “People want you.”
“It doesn’t feel that way.”
Silently he leans forward and connects his lips to yours. His lips feel electric against yours, his strong hand rests on your cheek as your lips move for a moment. Pulling away you both stare at each other almost as if you're in shock of what had just happened.
“I don’t think you realize how beautiful I think you are.” His voice is low as his hand was still resting on your cheek. His thumb glides across your skin gently as he stares at you.
Without another thought you lean up and crash your lips into his. With your eyes held tightly closed, your lips move against his, almost as if you can’t breathe without him. Your fingers latch onto his shirt pulling his body close to yours. At that moment you can’t seem to physically get any closer to him. His lips move from the side of your mouth as he starts kissing your neck. Earning needy moans from you. Pulling away from your skin and he stares at you with lust blown eyes. Butterflies flutter around your stomach. You don’t think in your entire existence had ever had anyone look at you like Wonwoo was right now.
Both your chest are heaving up and down as if you were both trying to stay calm in that moment. You weren’t even sure what was happening right now
Hell you don’t even know what was about to happen. His hand goes under your chin and lifts your head so you are staring right into his lust filled eyes. There’s something so sweet about the fact he’s still wearing his glasses.
“You deserve the world.” His voice is low and filled with need.Without saying anything you reach down for the belt. Your hands were a little shaky as you fumbled with the buckle. His lips leave a wet trail of kisses down the base of your neck, as you unbuckle his pants. The moment his buckle was undone you managed to get the button, and zipper undone on his jeans. His lips gently nip at your skin, and you can’t hold back the moan that falls from your lips. His hand moves down and pushes his way inside your leggings and panties. A moan passes your lips as his finger brushes your sensitive bundle of nerves. Gasping you tilting your head back, as his finger continued to stroke your sensitive core. Without thinking you reach over and you push your hand down the front of his pants and start palming his almost fully hard erection. Pulling his lips away from your skin his eyes locked on yours as you both stare at each other. Lips are parted as you both silently moan. You capture your bottom lip between my teeth moaning as his fingers work on your clit.
“Baby you can finally let go.” His voice is still deep and gravely as he stares at you with a look of hunger.
Desperately you nod your head, unable to say anything. You weren’t even sure if your brain was even able to form words at this moment. All the muscles in your core are getting tighter and tighter with each passing second.
His lips crash against your for another electric kiss, you moan into his mouth as he pushes you over the edge. Your walls pull at nothing as your high washes over you gasping for air into his kiss. You remove your hand from his pants and stare at him pulling your lips away from him.
Your chest is rising and falling as you attempt to come down from your high. Silently he falls to his knees in front of you, and hooks his fingers into the elastic of your leggings. Slowly sliding them down your soft thighs. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of your lavender cheeky undies that you’re wearing. He bites his bottom lip as he stares at your completely exposed bottom half. You can’t even say anything, you just stare at him. His lips move forward and press a gentle kiss to your exposed mound before he stands up. Without a second thought you connect your lips to his for a passionate kiss. You slowly start walking together with your lips still dancing. He only pulls away when you’re about two feet from his large couch that’s in the middle of his living room. He drops down to the couch pulling you with him so you’re straddling his thighs. He reaches into his pocket to pull his wallet out. Flipping it open and pulling out a foil packet.
“We can stop if you want. I’m not pressuring you into doing anything, whatever happens here is your call.” He says holding the foil packet.
“Please let me know what it feels like to be wanted.” You think this is the first thing you have actually said to him since you started this. The whole thing just didn’t feel real to be honest. You’re desperate to feel wanted.
“I have never wanted anything more in the world, then how much I want you right now.” He sighs, pushing his hips up off the couch so he could push his jeans and boxer-briefs down enough to free his erection. You couldn’t help but stare at his hard length for a moment before he slides the rubber down his large length. His cock is a beautiful shade of pink with a vein running underneath that reminds you of his veins that map out his arms.
You sit up on your knees and move closer to him. Connecting your lips to his for a sloppy kiss. Your lips move together as you reach between you to line him up with your entrance. Pulling away, gasping as you slide slowly down his large length. As he bottoms out, you stop moving and stare at him for a long moment. Reaching up you take his face in both of your hands and stare at him for a moment. The whole world feels like it’s stopped moving and the only thing that matters is you and him.
“Make me forget him,” You whisper before sliding up his length. You desperately need him to drown out any thoughts of Joshua from your mind.
Without saying anything he pressed his lips to the side of your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses as your hips moved up and down. You’ve never been the type of girl who liked being on top. You’ve never personally been comfortable in your own skin, and you’ve always felt like being on top would put you on full display. Even though you’re basically fully dressed from the waist up, Wonwoo makes you feel extremely vulnerable in the best way possible.
Your hands are resting on his shoulders as you use his body as leverage to help you move against him. His strong hands reach up to massage my sweater covered breast. Each push and pull of his length is intoxicating. You let out a moan and lean forward resting your forehead against his as you continue to move together. He slowly reaches between you to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp at the tight feeling of the coil in your stomach letting you know that your high was growing near.
“I need help,” you whimper, grabbing his hand. You place his hand on your hip and he takes that as his sign to help move your body.
You ride him like your life depends on it. You want him in every way possible. Your lips connect to his neck leaving a trail of wet kisses in your aftermath.
“I’m so close.” He moans against your mouth.
Pulling away from him with eyes wild you’re lost in a sea of lust and desperation. “Wonwoo—” You can’t even think of any other words to say to him.
“I got you baby, just let go.” As you sink down onto his length, you hit your high. Your velvety walls tugged on his length. He moans into your ear sending a shiver down your spine. His hands grip your soft hips to help you move up and down his length. His own release is rapidly approaching. He sinks you down on his length roughly and he curses hitting his own high. You sit there still completely attached as both of you ride out your orgasms. He takes your face in his hands again and connects your lips for a sloppy kiss. The kiss reminds you of when you drunkenly kiss someone and you both use too much tongue, but for some reason this was the most erotic kiss you had ever experienced in your life. You part slightly, he reaches up and pushes your matted hair behind your ear, and he gives you a smile that makes the tips of your ears burn.
“I don’t think I have ever had sex with this much clothing on,” he rasps. You can’t help but smile at the fact that looking up and down, he's basically fully covered. He literally still has his shoes and socks on and was only exposed where he had pushed his jeans about half way down his thighs to free himself. “Literally didn’t even get to fully look at you.”
“Wonwoo what just happened?” You ask, realizing fully what you have just done. Your stomach twists and you can’t help but feel anxious. Up until today you didn’t even realize that Wonwoo would ever even want anything like this with you.
“Hey.” He takes your face in his hands once again, and looks into your eyes. “Don’t freak out on me right now. What just happened was a long time coming on my part.”
You knit your eyebrows together as you stare at him trying to process what just happened. “You’ve wanted that to happen?”
He nods and smiles. “Sunshine, I know you have a lot going on in your mind right now. I fully understand that you are still in love with Joshua, but I need you to know that there are other people in this world that want you.”
“Thank you, Wonwoo.” You say, as he removes his hands from your face.
“I want you to know that you don’t owe me anything, if you want what just happened to be a one-time thing it can. I personally don’t want it to be, but I want you to know whatever happens is all up to you.” He leans forward and presses his lips to your forehead for a gentle kiss. “Did you maybe want to get dressed and we can watch a movie or a tv show on the couch, and maybe cuddle?”
You slowly slide off his softening length. “I would like that.”
Wonwoo stands up and removes the condom, pulling his pants back up. Walking off toward the corner to dispose of it, as you walk over to where Wonwoo had taken off your panties and leggings. You make quick work of getting dressed. Walking over and sitting down on the couch next to Wonwoo. He holds the remote in one hand and has the other arm wrapped around you pulling you close to his side. He flips through Netflix attempting to figure out what to watch. You settled for watching some episodes of a drama he’s been watching.
Spending time like this with Wonwoo feels so natural and you can’t lie he was starting to make you feel things you didn’t think that you would ever feel again. But most importantly he’s making me feel like you are truly wanted.
-&-
Walking back into the apartment you find Joshua sitting on the couch, but he’s luckily alone. Biting your lip, you wonder if you could get away with just walking to your room, and avoid talking to him. You feel like the fact that you just slept with Wonwoo is suddenly weighing down on your shoulders. You and Joshua always told each other everything. You remember the awkward conversation you had with him your freshman year of college when you lost your virginity to Lee Seokmin after a frat party. You remember how your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you told him about what happened. Joshua was also really honest with you too, when he made the mistake and had a one-night stand with a girl whose name he didn’t even know a couple years ago.
Before you can even make the choice, he turns and looks at you and gives you a soft smile.
“Did Wonwoo help you out?”
Without even thinking you blurt out, “I had sex with Wonwoo.”
He stares at you with a look of shock for a moment before knitting his eyebrows together. He lets out an annoyed scoff. For some reason his reaction pisses you off a lot. He has no right to be judgmental of your choices.
He stands up and stays by the couch, just staring at you for a long moment. You aren’t even sure what you should say to him.
“So, has this been a thing for a while with you two?”
Silently you shake your head not even sure how to respond to him. “This is the first time it’s ever happened.”
Joshua shakes his head almost as if he’s ashamed of you. His reaction is making you even more annoyed. He walks across the living room closer to you and asks. “So are you having sex with him because he’s convenient?” His hands are on his hips as he stands there with a look of judgement on his face.
“What the fuck Joshua?” His reaction is truly pissing you off. You can’t believe he even has the nerve to ask you that. “How dare you say that.”
“You can’t blame me for asking, because you have literally never shown any sign of liking him, and suddenly you guys are having sex.” His tone is pointed as he stares at you.
“Joshua, why are you being an asshole right now?” You can’t believe this is actually happening. In all the years you’ve known him, you’ve literally never fought.
“Do you even care about him or are you just using him because he’s there?”
Suddenly something inside you snaps, he absolutely pushes you past your breaking point. You take a step towards him and point your finger into his strong chest. You stare for a moment before you shout, “I hate the fact that I’m in love with you!”
The room suddenly stands still. The tension hits a level it’s never reached for before. He reaches down and grabs your wrist. He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can even try and say anything, you stop him. “I wish I could take back everything I have ever felt for you. Because loving you has never done anything other than break my heart into a million pieces. Right now you’re being a selfish asshole. I haven’t ever said anything about the fact that you and Mai don’t make sense. Hell, I just smile and act like I like her, when all she does is give me backhanded compliments and treat me like shit. Joshua I’m done putting your happiness before my own, when you don’t even care about me or my feelings.” You pull your wrist away from his hand and he just stands there silently taking in everything you had just said to him.
“I didn’t know you loved me,” he whispers.
“Joshua Hong, I have never loved anyone or anything like I love you, and you did nothing but shatter my heart into a million pieces.”
You stand there in the loudest silence you’ve ever experienced just staring at each other. You both said things that were meant to cut deep that neither of you will ever be able to take back. You don’t think you can fix what just unfolded between you.
“I need to move out,” you whisper as tears slide down your cheeks.
He shakes his head. “No, we can fix this.” You stare into his warm eyes and saw the tears starting to brim. “You can’t move out.”
You lost it and you can’t help but sob as you say, “we can’t take back what we just said.” Shaking your head, you walk away from him, walking down the hallway to your room. You hear his footsteps behind you and you shut the bedroom door and lock it. You can’t have him barging into your room and convincing you to stay. You desperately need space from him after what was said. Reaching into your closet you pull out an overnight bag, sitting it on your bed. You start packing clothes when you hear him knock on your door. You can’t talk to him, you don’t want to think about what just happened. The aching in your chest is something you're going to have to get used to. Shaking your head, you try your best to ignore him as you keep packing.
“Sunshine, let me in please, we’re not done.” He begs.
“Joshua, I can’t do this.” You cry, sticking your makeup bag in with everything.
“You’re my best friend, we can fix this.” He pounds on the door as he begs more. By his tone you can tell he’s crying just like you.
Picking up your overnight bag you walk over and lean against the door, resting your ear against the hard wood listening to Joshua’s uneven breathing, as he tries to stop crying. You clench your hand into a fist and gently hit the door.
“I need to leave,” you cry.
“Sunshine, I didn’t mean anything I said tonight.” His voice is a little muffled as he steps away from the door.
Unlocking the door you open it to find Joshua crying leaning against the wall across from your bedroom. He closes his eyes and shakes his head most likely knowing you both ruined everything between you.
“I can’t lose you,” he rasps.
“I need some space.” You continue crying.
You walk down the hallway holding your bag tightly in one hand. You open the front door, looking back you find Joshua standing at the end of the hallway watching you.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry too, Shua.”
The sky is gloomier than it was earlier. Almost as if the world knows everything is dull, and is heartbroken for you. Hailing a cab you head to the only person you know will tell you everything is going to be okay.
Once again, you knock on Wonwoo’s door rapidly for the second time in the day. Things feel drastically different this time. Earlier you were here because you were annoyed with Joshua, and this time you’re here because he shattered everything you have. As Wonwoo opens the door, he finds you on the other side with tears streaming down your cheeks, biting your bottom lip trying your hardest not to sob. Without saying a word he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You couldn’t help the sob that breaks as he rubs your back.
“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asks.
“I told Joshua we slept together and we got into a huge fight.”
He pulls away from you and reaches down to grabbing your overnight bag with one hand and takes your hand with his other hand. He leads you inside, towards the couch. Sitting he pulls you down so you’re sitting next to him. Silently he reaches up and brushes the tears off your cheek.
“Okay, are you guys okay?”
You shake your head, letting out a sigh knowing that things between you and Joshua are never going to be the same. In the mix of your screaming match you confessed you were in love with him, and you were never going to be able to take that back.
“I told him I was in love with him, and I proceeded to tell him I needed space from him. That I needed to move out.” You sigh trying to stop crying somewhat.
Wonwoo still has his hand resting on your cheek and proceeds to gently brush the tears off your cheek with his thumb. Even through his wired framed glasses his eyes are warm, as he stares at you.
“Did you want to stay here?”
You nod unable to say much. He realizes that he probably shouldn’t ask you too much about your and Joshua’s fight. Nobody truly knows what you felt for Joshua other than Wonwoo. He knows that it was going to hurt for you to talk about it.
“I can totally sleep on your couch.” You’ve already inconvenienced him too much, you don’t want to take his bed from him now.
He shakes his head and leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead. He looks into your sad eyes and say, “my couch is super uncomfortable and my bed is big enough for both of us.”
“Okay.”
“Did you maybe want to get some sleep after the long day you’ve had?” he asks.
You nod as he takes his hand away from your cheek. He stands up and grabs your overnight bag and starts walking across the living room to where his bedroom was. You follow closely behind him as he heads into his room. He sits the overnight bag on the bed and turns to find you standing by the door. It suddenly feels so strange to you that not even four hours ago you and Wonwoo had sex on his living room couch, and now you’re awkwardly in his bedroom asking him to take you in. He knows you well enough to know that you’re overthinking everything. He walks over, and gently tilts your head up with his hand under your chin. Staring at you for a second before saying, “hey nothing has to happen between us if you don’t want it to, but I’m gonna lay all the cards out on the table in front of you and put myself on the line.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. Your stomach twists with nerves. Maybe this is when he finally rejects you, just like Joshua. “I like you a lot, and if you just need someone to hold you and tell you that you’re going to be okay. I can be that guy for you. If you just need a friend right now, I completely understand. I don’t want you to worry about hurting my feelings and thinking that I’m expecting you to have sex with me while you’re staying here.” He pauses again as he gathers his thoughts before continuing.“I want you to know that I have real feelings for you. I like you a lot. I have for a while, but I never acted on my feelings. I’m willing to take anything you’ll give me.”
You stare at him completely caught off guard by everything he had just said to you. “You like me?” you never thought Wonwoo saw you as anything more than a friend.
“Sunshine, I like you a lot. I feel things for you I haven’t felt for many people. I don't want to rush you into anything, but I will give you anything you want.”
You don’t bother responding. You just lean forward and press your lips to his. Pulling away from him, you take his face in both your hands. “I want to give you everything, but you have to be patient with me. I can’t throw myself into this just yet, but I need you right now Wonwoo.” Your voice sounds desperate.
“We can do this slowly baby, I know there’s still a lot of unresolved feelings with Joshua. At some point you’re going to have to sit down and talk to him about the fact you told him you love him.” Wonwoo has always been a smart man. You aren’t shocked he’s saying you need to talk to Joshua, at some point.
You nod knowing that Wonwoo is right. You just need to take this slowly. You need to talk to Joshua, but ultimately you need time. You need a few days away from him, you just need space. He’s consumed so much of your life for so long. You need your own space, maybe now you’ll finally be able to breathe again.
“Can we please go to bed?” You’re exhausted from this entire day. You’ve experienced too much emotional whiplash.
“Yeah, why do you get dressed for bed?”
Stepping away from him, you walk over to your bag and pull out a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts. Walking into the bathroom that’s connected to Wonwoo’s room. You get dressed for bed. Looking into the bathroom mirror you see a sad version of yourself staring back at you. This doesn’t feel like the old version of you that Joshua started calling sunshine in high school. He refused to call you your actual name. To the point even Wonwoo too this day calls you sunshine. You hate that your eyes are filled with sadness. You don’t want to feel this way anymore. You wanna feel loved, and happy. Walking back into the bedroom, you put your bra in the duffle bag before you crawl under the covers to join Wonwoo in bed. You could see his naked torso, letting you know he was probably only sleeping in his boxers. Laying on your side you look over at Wonwoo. He’s laying on his back looking over at you. He’s no longer wearing his glasses, he has them sitting on his nightstand. You study his face for a moment taking in his beautiful features. You don’t understand why a man as beautiful as Wonwoo would want to be with someone who looks like you.
“If we’re going to share a bed can we possibly cuddle?” Wonwoo asks, earning a smile. Silently you roll over letting him know you want him to spoon you. The bed shifts behind you, and suddenly you feel his strong arms pulling you close to his body. One hand rests on your soft stomach holding you close. You feel him place his lips on your bare shoulder and you can’t help the shiver that goes down your spine.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” You softly, as you close your eyes.
With his lips still ghosting your bare skin he leaves a few gentle kisses. “I’m always going to take care of you.”
-&-
The morning light shines through the curtains and you're awoken to soft sunlight in your face, and the feeling of something hard poking your back. As your eyes open, you're able to process what was poking you in the back. You let out a yawn and stretch your stiff body, accidentally brushing your butt against Wonwoo’s morning wood. A soft moan passes his lips letting you know he enjoys the feeling. You feel slightly embarrassed, you aren’t even exactly sure why.
“Good morning.” His voice is raspy, still filled with sleep.
“Morning.” You roll over, so you’re facing him. You accidentally brushed his wood again, but instead of a moan passing his lips his eyes went wide with embarrassment.
“That’s embarrassing to wake up with.” He rolls away from you covering his erection
You tilt your head to the side wondering why he’s so embarrassed by it. "Don't most men wake up with that same problem?”
He nods his head as he quickly crawls out of bed. “I need to shower.”
You sit there in bed very confused on why he’s acting so weird. You listen as he starts the shower. Listening for the sound of him opening and closing the sliding door. You knew you agreed to take this slow, there is a burst of confidence you get. Suddenly you feel the urge to let him know that even though you’re taking it slow with the whole feeling thing, it doesn't mean sex is off the table.
Crawling out of bed and strip away your clothes, walking into the steam filled bathroom quietly. You hear Wonwoo moan, letting you know that he was trying to take care of his morning problem. Sliding back the door you step into the shower. He turns and looks at you with a look of surprise. His cheeks burn bright red as he stares at you with his mouth open.
“I know we agreed to take things slow, but that doesn’t mean sex is off the table, right?” You ask, feeling suddenly shy.
“I mean it’s all up to, we’re doing everything at your pace.” His hand is still holding his erection as he stares at you with an embarrassed look.
“Okay, why don’t I help you with that then?” You’re trying to be bold.
He nods his head with a shocked look. You step towards him, he removes his hand. Your hand wraps around his thick length, your fingers rub the vein that runs along the underside. Gently you start stroking him, earning a raspy moan. You stare at him biting your lip. Watching him in his blissed out state is turning you on. You push your thighs together attempting to hide your arousal as you pump his length.
Suddenly you feel Wonwoo’s strong hand dip between your folds. He starts stroking your sensitive bundle of nerves, you can’t help the loud moan that passes your lips. You stand there under the water attempting to get the other off for a few moments, before Wonwoo pulls his hand away. “I need to feel you. I don’t want to come on your hand.
You nod breathlessly. The thought of having sex with Wonwoo in the shower turns you on even more.
“I need to get a condom,” he steps away from you, removing your hand from his cock.
You shake your head and reach down and grab his hand. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean if you are.”
“I have never had sex without a condom.” He stares at you with wide eyes.
Reaching out you brush his wet hair away from his forehead. “Okay I trust you,” you whisper. Leaning over you connect your lips to his for a searing kiss. He places both his hands on your hips and turns both of you so your back is against the cold tile wall. Pulling his lips away from yours he reaches down, taking one of your legs, and hiking it up. He reaches between you, lining himself up with your wet entrance. He gives you a smile before sliding into you ever so slowly. He’s completely still in you, he leans forward resting his forehead against yours. Closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him stretching you slowly. As his hips start moving at a slow pace, he holds your thigh up tightly as your hand clings to his back, holding onto him for dear life as thrust in and out of you. Your head rolls back against the tile wall. Wonwoo’s lips were all over your wet skin kissing anywhere he could possibly reach. You can’t help the loud moans that keep passing your lips. The echoing sounds of moans, and wet skin slapping fills the room.
“Wonwoo—“ You practically cry his name.
His thrusts are growing faster and sloppier than your time on the couch. His hands grip your skin like a man desperately trying to find his release. The echoing sounds of his pants, and groans are intoxicating.
You can’t help but whine as he thrust in and out of you over and over. His hard length rubbing just the right spot in your velvety walls.
“Oh- my- right there,” you ramble on practically on the edge.
“I got you baby, let go.” He encourages with his lips still on your wet skin.
With his sweet words you let go falling over the edge, as your high takes over. Wonwoo gets a few more thrust before he finds his release, filling to the brim with his milky release. Neither of you move for a minute. He leans forward giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead. He slides his softening length out of you and drops your leg gently. Wrapping his arms around your torso holding you up as you both ride out your highs. Leaning forwards his head is resting against the title wall behind you.
“That was amazing.” He sounds completely out of breath.
You can’t even say anything. You just mindlessly nod and smile.
After a few minutes he releases you and reaches over to grab a washcloth. Letting the warm water cover it before he reaches down to your sensitive folds. He takes his time gently cleaning the mess he’s made between your legs. He leans over and gives you a gentle kiss.
“Maybe we should just relax and watch movies today, since we both have work tomorrow.” Reaching over he turns the water off.
“I like that idea.” You say as he steps out of the shower grabbing a towel for each of you.
“Wonwoo thank you for taking care of me, and understanding that I want more, but I’m trying to figure out what’s going on in my head.”
He steps towards you with a towel wrapped around his waist and says, “hey I don’t want us having sex to freak you out okay. Like we’re good, we’re still going slow with all the emotions and stuff.”
“Okay.”
-&-
It’s been a week since you and Joshua had your fight. This is by far the longest you have ever gone without speaking. There have been a handful of times you’ve wondered if you should cave, and reach out to him. The thing is, you honestly weren’t ready. Wonwoo has managed to keep your mind off everything when you’re alone at his place. You were having sex quite often, but sex with him was very different then any other man you have been with. With Wonwoo everything you did together was extremely intimate. You’ve never slept with anyone who seems to worship you quite like Wonwoo does. There were a few nights where you would just lay in bed and he would just kiss his way across your whole body, and would whisper words of praise. You have never in your life felt as confident as you do when you’re with Wonwoo. You used to hate wearing a swimsuit in front of people, let alone being naked in front of them. In the last week you've had no problem walking across the house naked in front of Wonwoo. Most nights you don’t even bother putting on pajamas, and if you did put them on, he would quickly remove them.
Sitting at your desk at work you look up to the sound of your office door opening. Wonwoo walks in holding what looks to be an iced latte in his hand. He sits down across from you, places the coffee down in front of a script you were reading.
“How is your day going?” he asks, giving you his signature smile.
You shrug.“Okay, I’m checking out a new script.”
“I brought you an ice vanilla latte.”
You reach over, grabbing the cup, bringing the straw up to your lips and taking a sip. You could feel Wonwoo’s eyes burning a hole in you, as you drink the coffee.
“What’s on your mind Wonwoo?” You sit the coffee down and look at him. You could tell just by the way he was looking at you, that he has something he needs to tell you.
He looks extremely conflicted as he opens his mouth to speak. “I ran into Joshua.”
At the mention of Joshua’s name your heart drops. Since you’ve been basically living with Wonwoo, he hasn’t even mentioned Joshua once. You’re pretty sure you might have ruined their friendship. You can’t lie, you feel pretty guilty about that. You never actually meant to come between them.
“How did that go?” You ask worriedly.
“He’s not doing so great, and he asked about you.”
You let out a heavy sigh, “Wonwoo I’m sorry I ruined your guys friendship.”
He reaches across the desk and takes your hand. “Hey, Joshua and I are okay. He’s going through a lot at the moment, and honestly, he needs his best friend. You guys should probably talk today.”
You push your eyebrows together. You can help but suddenly worry about Joshua. “Is he okay?”
He nods and squeezes your hand.“Yeah he just needs to fix things with his best friend.”
“Wonwoo—“ You’re suddenly worried that if you go and see Joshua this could mess up whatever was going on with you and Wonwoo. “If I see him it’s not changing anything between us, right?”
He shakes his head. “Baby, we’re still good, and you can still keep staying with me too. You and Joshua just need to make up.” He stands up and walks over, leaning down he connects his lips to yours for a soft kiss. “We’re good, we can still keep things going between us.”
“Okay, I’ll go see him after work.”
As your work day goes on it feels like it’s going incredibly slow. Maybe it’s because you’re anxious and nervous to actually see Joshua. You’ve thought it over quite a bit what you’re planning on saying to him. You know deep down inside the second you see him it was all going to fade away. There’s a lot that still left unsaid between you after that ugly fight, and you still need to talk. You just can’t help but be scared.
Wonwoo kept checking on you throughout the day. He’s just as nervous for you to talk with Joshua. As your work day is finally coming to a close, he walks into your office and stands on the other side of your desk. His hands are shoved into his jean’s pockets. A worried look is painted on his face. You thought he said everything between you was going to be fine. You think he was also worried that this conversation with Joshua could change things.
“If you need me or anything don’t think twice about calling me.”
“Wonwoo, whatever happens just know I still want what’s between us.” You need him to know that he is still important to you. That whatever was about to be said between you and Joshua won’t change anything.
“I know, baby.” He walks over and gives you a gentle kiss. Reaching down he laced his fingers with your leading you out of the office.
-&-
Walking into your apartment you share with Joshua you find him at the kitchen table with his laptop in front of him. He looks up at you with wide eyes, and closes his laptop.
“Wonwoo said you guys talked today, and he said you needed me.” You say softly, still unsure if this is too soon for you to be making up.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, standing up. He walks over towards you and stands about two feet away from you. “Did he tell you what’s up?”
You shake your head, you have literally no clue what was going on with Joshua.
“So, Mai wasn’t actually pregnant. I guess it’s common for pregnancy tests to have false positives.” He sounds so sad and he can’t even look at you, his eyes are locked on his feet.
Your heart suddenly hurt for him, Joshua has always wanted to be a father. Your chest aches for him. He got his hopes up for no reason.
“Oh, Joshua, I'm so sorry.”
He shook his head. “So when Mai told me we kind of got into a huge fight over you. She basically told me our friendship isn’t healthy. She basically told me I had to pick her or you—” He pauses and looks up at you with wide eyes. Your stomach drops because you’re worried he’s about to tell you that he picked Mai over you. “Mai and I are done. Even when I felt like I might have fucked up so badly that I lost you forever. I still couldn’t risk it and not pick you.”
Your eyes start watering as you stare at him. You’re just at a complete loss for words. You don’t even know what you should say to him right now.
“Sunshine, I can’t ever take back what I said that day, I wish I fucking could. I also wish I could have opened my eyes and realized you were right in front of me all along. You are my everything and I'm sorry Mai was always such a bitch to you.”
You bite your bottom lip staring at him, wondering what you should even say to him. “I didn’t start what I have with Wonwoo because he was convenient.” You suddenly feel the need to defend yourself when it comes to Wonwoo.
“I just didn’t like the idea of Wonwoo taking my place.” He sighs. “Especially after you said you were in love with me. I might be a selfish asshole for thinking this, but I didn’t want you to have the same feelings for Wonwoo.”
You look down at the ground and sigh. “Do you know how much it hurts to be in love with you, and watch you just date random girls and then just suddenly get into a serious relationship with Mai?”
He shakes his head and takes a step closer to you.“I didn’t see what was right in front of me, but it seems like Wonwoo wasn’t blind.”
You take a step forward and rest your hand on his cheek and stare into his warm eyes. “I didn’t choose to love you and to be honest everything would have been so much easier if I didn’t love you. I kind of wish I could go back in time and tell myself not to fall in love with you. We wouldn’t be right here if I didn’t. Everything would have been so much simpler.”
His eyes start to brim with tears as his eyes stay locked on yours. “Was I that hard to love?”
“You were too perfect to love. I was a fool to think that someone like you would ever love someone like me. Loving you has hurt me more than anything in the world, and I need to try to get over those feelings.”
He winces at your harsh words about yourself. Reaching up he rests his hand on top of yours that was still resting on his cheek.“I love you sunshine.”
Tears start to fall down your cheek as you whisper, “but it’s not the same.”
“I used to not be able to see my life without you in it. Like you’re my everything, and I dreamed of being able to kiss you whenever I wanted and hear you tell me you loved me. But it was all just a dream for me. It was never meant to actually happen.”
You reach up with your free hand and wipe away your tears. “This fucking suck, so much.”
“Do we ever come back from this?” He asks with his voice sounding shaking. “Because I can’t imagine my life where you aren’t my best friend. You might not ever believe me, but you’re my everything. You’re my best friend sunshine, and my life doesn’t make sense without you.” His own tears slowly start falling.
“Joshua.” You sigh, because you can’t just say yes, because you aren’t exactly sure. You were still completely heartbroken by him. You drop your hand from his cheek and just stare at him.
“What if we gave us a shot?” His voice is desperate as he reaches up and takes your face in both his hands. Those are the words you have dreamed of hearing since high school, but right now you don’t want to hear him ask that.
You shake your head as he holds your face as if he’s desperately holding on to you. “We can't do that.”
He takes a deep breath and swallows before leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours. The tears just continue to slide down your cheek. “You have Wonwoo now.” He says sadly, pulling away, still holding your face.
“I really care for him a lot.” You whisper. “He’s really special to me, and he’s been there for me. I think he could be the one who puts my heart back together.”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head, “I lost you, before I even had a chance to have you.”
“I think we lost each other.” You whisper. “Some things just aren’t meant to be.”
“Can I please kiss you?” he pleads as tears sliding down his cheek.
You know you should say no, that if you kiss this was just going to make everything so much worse. But you honestly needed to know if there is a spark between you.
“Yeah,” you say barely above a whisper.
Joshua connects his lips to yours for a searing kiss. Your lips move together with a sense of desperation, as he holds your face in his hands. You reach forward grabbing his dress shirt pulling your bodies closer. You cling to him as if, if you let go you would drift apart forever. His touch is electric as your lips move together, it’s a kiss filled with hunger and desperation. Your lips part for a moment for you to both breathe before Joshua continues to kiss you as if he needs you to be the oxygen in his lungs.
You finally part, your hands still holding onto his dress shirt as his forehead rests against yours. “Are we going to be okay one day?”
“Hopefully,” you whisper and take a slow breath. “I really want us to be able to be okay, because I’m still going to need my best friend.”
He pulls away from you and takes a step back and nodded his head. “Are you going to move back in?”
You nod knowing that step number one to fixing everything was probably you moving back home. “Yeah, I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“Okay good, it’s lonely in this apartment.” He gives you a sad smile.
You lean forward and press your lips to his cheek for a gentle kiss. You take a step away from him and reach for the door. “Hey Joshua?”
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“Are you and Wonwoo going to be okay?”
He nods. “Yeah we talked today, and he told me I can’t lay claims on someone I was too blind to see. Honestly he’s right. Wonwoo and I are going to be okay. You didn’t get between us. I was the one who messed up.” He sighs.
“Okay, I’ll be home tomorrow.”
You walk the mile to Wonwoo’s place needing to get fresh air and clear your head. You have a lot you need to tell Wonwoo. You aren’t even sure how he was going to take the fact that you and Joshua kissed, but after what just happened you feel free. That the weight on your shoulders has finally been lifted.
Walking down the hall of Wonwoo’s apartment building, you reach into your pocket and pull out the spare key that Wonwoo gave you. Walking inside to find him cooking dinner in the kitchen. He turns to look at you when he hears the front door open and close.
“You okay?” He asks, turning the burner off as you walk into the kitchen.
You nod, walking over and wrapping your arms around his strong torso. A sense of comfort washes over you as he holds you. “That was hard.” Pulling away you look up at him feeling guilty about your kiss with Joshua. You take a deep breath before saying, “Shua and I kissed.”
He shrugs his shoulders.“You guys had a lot of emotions and a lot that needed to be said. I’m not surprised at all.”
“I’m sorry,” You shake your head just feeling terrible that you let this happen. You were stupid for kissing him.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. So, is this now over between us?” He asks sadly.
You narrow your eyes on him and knit your eyebrows together. “Wonwoo, he asked me if the two of us could try being together, and I said no—” You pause and he stares at you with a confused look. “Wonwoo, I don’t know what we are exactly, but I picked this. I want whatever we have.”
Without saying a word, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. He pulls away and he takes a step back.
“I think we kissed to see what we could have been, but I don’t want that anymore. Three weeks ago, it would have been a dream to have Joshua tell me he wants to give us a shot, but now I have you—” You pause and give him a smile. “Wonwoo what we have is real and I think it’s going to be better than whatever I thought I could be with him. You saw me when I didn’t think I was worth seeing.”
He takes a step toward you and presses his lips to your forehead earning a smile from you. “Just so you know, I have seen you since that first moment you walked into my dorm with Joshua for the first time. When you were wearing that mustard colored dress, and your hair was messy from the rain.”
Your heart races at the fact that he remembers meeting you for the first time. “You remember that?”
“Yeah because I remember thinking, oh great I’m attracted to my new roommate’s girlfriend, and then I found out you were his best friend, and he was even more protective of you then I could have imagined.”
“Jeon Wonwoo you are a dream.” You smile, reaching down and lacing your fingers with his.
“I would rather be real for you.” He says softly. “So, are you moving back into the apartment with Joshua?”
“I’m going back tomorrow.”
“Okay so that means I’m going to enjoy every minute of having you in my bed tonight.” He says with a low tone. Your cheeks suddenly burn at the thought of all the things you are going to do.
“I was also thinking that maybe as my boyfriend you could have sleepovers at my apartment.” You suddenly feel nervous that maybe he would reject the idea of immediately labeling things.
“As your boyfriend I like the idea of us having sleepovers.” He smirks.
Wonwoo cooks you dinner as you look through some emails. The moment the clock struck nine Wonwoo told you it was bedtime, it’s clear he can’t wait to have you naked in his bed.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Wonwoo starts slowly stripping away your clothes. The moment you’re both naked, he has you lying on your back, with him lying next to you kissing your breast slowly. Your eyes are closed enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. His hand moves to dip down into your folds. You can’t help but moan as his thumb stroked your clit while two fingers slowly pumped in and out of you.
“Wonwoo, I’m close.” You whine knowing that it wasn’t going to take much to push you over the edge.
He moves his lips up the base of your neck kissing his way up. With his lips brushing your ear he whispers, “let go for me.” His low tone sends a shiver down your spine. Your orgasm hits you hard. Your walls clench around his fingers as he continues to work them slowly. Removing his fingers, he looks over at you and smirks.“You are literally the prettiest thing I have ever seen,” he whispers with his lips still brushing your ear. He moves onto his knees resting between your open thighs and gives himself a few pumps. The sight of him touching himself while he watches you is absolutely intoxicating. He runs his length between your folds, earning a gasp as his tip nudges your clit. He hovers over you, connecting his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. He starts out thrusting slow and deep. Your fingers claw at his back, almost begging for more.
“Wonwoo—”
“What do you want, baby?” He asks with his lips ghosting yours.
“Faster please?” You beg, for more.
“Okay anything for you baby.” He connects his lips to yours for a rough kiss as he picks up the pace.
It doesn’t take long for him to push you over the edge again, he follows right behind you, a few thrust later.
Lying in bed your naked bodies are intertwined as your head rests on his strong chest. His hand rubs your side. You can’t lie, you’re going to miss sharing a bed with him every night and being able to sleep naked in his arms.
“We might have to be quieter with Joshua being in the room next to me.” You say with a soft laugh.
“I think we can work on that.” He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “Can I maybe take you out on a proper date on Friday after work? I mean since I am your boyfriend.”
You realize since you had started this whole thing, you hadn’t ever gone on a date or anything like that. “I guess my boyfriend can take me out on a date on Friday.” You cuddle up closer to him, knowing this is exactly where you belong.
One day you were together, and the next thing you knew he was no longer coming home to your apartment you shared.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): exes to lovers, smut, romance
𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol au
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: they’re two idiots in love who never moved on from each other.
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, sex against a window, exhibitionism (no one can really see into their window), passion rough sex, multiple positions, creampie, cum eating, big dick wonwoo, no foreplay, crying because of emotions during sex. nicknames: baby, sweetheart (hers) nonu (his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+
𝐚𝐧: this is a part of kvanity’s 101.22 kvn radio collab, the song that inspired this one is take me by miso. thank you @seokgyuu for beta reading this one.
🎧: take me - miso | I don’t understand but I luv u - seventeen | daylight - taylor swift
Jeon Wonwoo was your everything for years. The sun rose and set in his eyes. You told yourself you would do anything and everything for him. You never thought distance would drive you apart.
You met him the cliche way most people do these days, tinder. A terrible hook up left you feeling burned and undesirable. Your roommate Nara convinces you to download the app. You never expected to match with a six foot, hot gamer nerd.
You were hesitant to meet up with Wonwoo. For a while you were quite self conscious about your body, and you were terrified Wonwoo would think you didn’t look like your pictures. After a literal and figurative push you walked out the door and met Wonwoo downtown for lunch and coffee.
Your first date was perfect and soon led to so much more. You built the perfect life, and even moved in together for the last two years of your relationship. You were together four years before his job moved him to a different country. You tried your hardest to make long distance work, but soon things fell apart. One day you were a couple and next you knew he was no longer coming home to the apartment you shared. Originally, you were going to find a new place to live, but instead you found comfort staying in the same two bedroom apartment.
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Sitting in the same cafe you had your first date in seven years ago, feels strange. Wonwoo is sitting across from you, looking even more handsome than the last time you saw him.
His hair is a little longer and shaggier. He’s dressed in a blue coat, with a cream button up. He pushes his signature glasses up, that he’s still wearing after all these years.
“I'm surprised you reached out to me.” You say. It’s been years since your breakup and you assumed he would just move on.
“I haven’t stopped thinking of you.” He’s nervously playing with the condensation on his cup.
“When did you move back?”
“A couple months ago. I wanted to get situated before I reached out to you.” It’s clear he’s been planning to reach out to you. “My job wants me back in the office in the city.”
“Wonwoo, this feels strange.” You never thought you would see him again.
“I know. I just really wanted to see you. I selfishly reached out to you, without thinking.”
“I’m glad you reached out to me.” That’s not a lie - you’ve missed him and you’re glad he messaged you.
“Are you single?” He’s clearly nervous asking this question.
“Yeah, I am.” You’ve tried dating a couple of times since the break up but it always ends the same. “Are you single?”
“I literally never moved on from you.” Wonwoo always said you were his true love, but you never thought he was serious. You are quite shocked he’s single. Considering you’ve been apart for so many years, on literal different continents, you just assumed he’d try and move on.
Wonwoo had truly been your first love. You thought you loved your boyfriend back in college, but what you felt for Wonwoo was so incredibly different. You loved Wonwoo with every part of your heart and soul. To be honest you still love him. A love like that doesn’t just disappear. Even after years apart you still longed for him.
He picks up his coffee and looks at it mindlessly for a moment. “How have things been?”
“They’ve been good. I got promoted at the bank. I’m finally making really good money.”
He gives you a soft genuine smile before taking a drink of his coffee. “I’m proud of you. I know how hard you’ve worked.”
“What about you, how are you?”
“I moved to the head of my department. That’s how I was able to move back home.”
“How was living in New York?” You will always hold resentment when it comes to New York, that city is what tore you apart.
“It was nice, but it really never felt like home.” He picks up his coffee and takes a sip.
The waitress comes over and places the pastries you ordered. You smile seeing him light up at the sight of his favorite almond croissant. Many days after work you would swing by this cafe and grab Wonwoo a croissant as a surprise.
“The first day I was back in the city I stopped by here to get one of these croissants and a Vienna latte.”
“You got a Vienna latte? You don’t like Vienna lattes. You always said it’s too sweet for you.”
“It’s your favorite drink, and I wanted to be reminded of you.” He pulls apart his croissant and holds a piece out for you. “I didn’t know if you would even respond to my text.”
“Wonwoo, why wouldn’t I have responded to you?”
“Because we’ve been broken up for three years. I wasn’t sure if you had aboyfriend, or maybe just wanted nothing to do with me.” His worst nightmare would be finding out you wanted nothing to do with him.
“I’m glad you reached out to me.”
You take a drink of your latte. He takes a bite of his croissant. That day all those years ago you both ordered the exact same things. This reminds him of the first time he met you. He knew that day he was going to fall in love with you sooner rather than later.
The check comes and Wonwoo hands off his card before you can even blink. Walking outside into the crisp autumn air, you aren’t ready to go your separate ways. Wonwoo definitely isn’t ready to say goodbye.
“Can I walk you home?”
“Yes, you can.”
The cool autumn breeze blows his hair away from his face. He walks so close to you he gently bumps into you every few steps. He misses the days when he could just hold your hand on walks home.
He immediately knows the path you’re walking. You’re heading back toward the apartment you used to share. He gets caught off guard when you enter the same building. This all feels too familiar. Walking towards the elevator you press the button to the fourteenth floor. The same floor he used to call home. Leaning against the wall, Wonwoo stands close to you. He glances at you, and finds you staring straight ahead. The door open and he follows you. You walk down the hall to the same door. His chest tightens when the thought finally sinks in: you never moved. You stayed in the place that you shared with him. You open the door and signal for him to come inside, stepping out of your shoes and taking off your coat. He stands there speechless for a moment before he follows suit.
“You never moved out of our old place?” He looks around the living room. This place holds so many memories you shared.
“I thought about it, but this place is perfect. I couldn’t bring myself to move out.”
He walks over to the couch you both picked out together. He fondly remembers the three hour trip you took to Ikea together. You both couldn’t decide between three different couches. You were hell bent on wanting this navy colored couch. Wonwoo remembers every detail of the way you looked as you christened the couch that night. You rode him with your fingers tangled in his hair. If he closes his eyes he can still picture you.
It’s been years and things about this apartment have changed, and so many things are still the same. The print he got you for Christmas the first year you lived here still hangs above the couch.
He wasn’t sure what happened after you took his name off the lease. But he’s happy you’re still in the place you used to share.
Turning around he finds you watching him. “I like that you stayed here.”
“I didn’t want to let go of us. This was one thing I could have that reminded me of us.”
“I never stopped missing us.” He walks towards you. “I still miss you.”
“Wonwoo, I never stopped missing you, either.” You truly never thought you would get the chance to be with him again. “I was never able to move on from you.”
He walks over towards the huge window that overlooks the city. You spent many nights here looking up at the bright stars. You walk up next to him. He glances over at you.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” You can’t help but blush. He’s always had a way with words with you.
You look over at him. He’s staring at you almost as if he’s studying you. “God, I want to kiss you so badly.”
“Then kiss me.”
He takes your face in both of his hands. He ever so slowly leans in. The anticipation of your lips touching for the first time in years is almost too much to handle. His nose rests against yours and you close your eyes waiting for your lips to finally touch.
“Wonwoo—”
“Yes, my sweet girl?”
“I have waited for years for this. Please just kiss me already.”
“As you wish.” He gives you a cat-like smile.
His lips brush against yours first with a slow peck on the lips. He pulls away slightly, before you lean in chasing his lips. You kiss him as if you need him to breathe. He’s the air for your oxygen deprived lungs. He turns your body, pressing your back against the window.
He pulls away smiling. “How could I ever kiss another woman when I know what it’s like to feel your lips on mine?”
Leaning in, you press your lips to his jaw, leaving a wet trail of kisses as you make your way down his neck. He groans as your fingers cling to his shirt.
“Baby, are you needy for me?”
“I just want you so badly.” You moan against his neck.
“How badly?”
“I want you to fuck me.” You haven't had sex in ages and you desperately want to know what it’s like to fully be with the man you consider to be the love of your life again.
His fingers reach for the hem of your dress. He slides it up your thighs, lifting it over the curve of your ass.
“We should move to the bedroom.” He says with his lips near yours.
“We can later. Fuck me against the window like you used to.” Back in the day Wonwoo loved pressing you up against the window and taking you from behind. He said there was something thrilling about the fact someone could see you. Your window was very high up, and your window didn’t face another window. It would be quite difficult for someone to actually see you, but that didn’t make it any less thrilling.
Grabbing your hips he spins you around. Pressed up against the window you gasp. He fumbles pushing down your panties. Your mind can only think about how turned on you are. Next think, you find your panties on the floor and your dress pushed up over your ass. He steps back just enough to unbuckle his belt.
You push yourself off the window to fully pull off your dress. Wonwoo is on you seconds later. His fingers make quick work of removing your bra. You’re left completely naked pressed up against the cold window, while Wonwoo pulls his shirt off and finds his pants and boxers pooledaround his ankles.
He’s leaving a trail of hot kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck.
“I don’t have a condom with me.” He sighs.
“Wonwoo, I’m still on birth control. I trust you if you tell me you're clean.”
“Baby, I’ve never done anything foolish with anyone. I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom other than you.”
“Please fuck me.” You plead. You’ve craved him for years. If you have to beg for him, you absolutely will. You’ll do anything if it means you get to be with him again.
“Do I need to prep you?” He’s asking because he’s definitely the biggest man you’ve ever been with. You don’t care that he’s massive and you’re definitely going to be sore after this. Right now the only thing you want is for him fuck you so good, you forget about your years spent apart.
“Wonwoo please just fuck me. Make me forget we ever broke up.”
He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade before slowly pushing into you from behind.
“Ohh—” You cry out as he fills you to the brim. He's so thick, he feels as if he’s splitting you in half.
Your body presses against the glass as your pert nipples rub the glass with each thrust of Wonwoo’s hips.
Your hand is pressed to the glass and Wonwoo grabs the top of it holding on. His thrust are frantic and desperate. He’s practically drunk on lust, having craved you for years. This whole situation feels like a dream, one he never wants to wake up from.
“Nonu—” You moan, arching your back, pushing your butt towards him to meet his thrust.
“So tight.” He groans against your ear.
Your chest smashes against the glass with each thrust. “Fuck.” You can’t even form proper thoughts at this point.
One of his hands grips your waist, helping slam his hips into yours. In the many years you had been together you had all types of sex. You had nights of sweet slow lovemaking, and there were many times Wonwoo would be rough while you’re both drunk on each other. Those were the times when you were both too horny to take it slow. Right now is one of those times. You don’t want it slow and gentle right now, you want it rough just like this. You want him to fuck away the years of missing him. You want to wipe away the years of longing.
Grabbing your arm he pins it behind your back, using it for leverage. Your cheek is squished against the glass.
“Ugh—“ You whimper.
“Your pussy is perfect.” He moans.
The knot in your stomach tightens with each thrust.
He releases your arm and you place it on the window holding yourself up. He wraps his arm around your body, his hand moving towards your puffy clit. He can tell by the way you squeeze his cock with each thrust, you’re getting close to the edge. He sloppily rubs your clit, earning whiny moans.
“I’m- I’m -I’m clo-“ you can’t even properly form words. Your eyes are practically rolling back in your head.
“Baby can you come for me?” He says against your ear.
“Yes.” You cry as your walls flutter around his length and he follows you off the cliff. He slams his hips against yours finding his high. Painting your walls white with his milky release.
Leaning your body against the window, you let your white hot orgasm wash over you. He wraps his arms around your soft body, plastering his body against yours.
You could stay like this forever. He pushes your hair away and leans wet kisses on the side of your neck.
“It’s like we never miss a moment.” He slowly pulls away from you. He slowly pulls out of you, watching as his release slowly leaks out. He swipes it up with his fingers. You push yourself off the wall and turn around. You look at his cum on his fingers and without a second thought you take his two fingers into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“Are you going to leave now?” You aren’t exactly sure what is unfolding between the two of you. You don’t want this to be a one time thing - you never want him to leave again.
“Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” Taking your face in both of his hands he leans in close. “I want us to be together again, if that’s what you want.” Leaning forward he crashes his lips into yours, not caring that he can taste his release on your tongue.
“I want us to be together again.” You pull away resting your nose against his.
“I’m all yours sweetheart.”
He pulls you down to the floor. He grabs a pillow off the couch, resting it under your hips for some cushion.
Everything fades around you. The only thing that matters is Wonwoo hovering over you. Pushing his hair away from his face you stare into his warm eyes. He’s giving you the sweetest smile.
“I still love you.” He says leaning forward.
Your eyes brim with tears. You’ve never stopped loving him and you’ll love him until your last breath.
You rest your foot on his butt, pulling him closer to you. His lips brush yours for a kiss. “I'll always love you.”
He rolls his hips into yours at a slow pace. Your hands cling to his back desperately wanting to be close to him. This is the polar opposite of what just unfolded a few feet away pressed up against the window.
“Don’t ever leave me again.” You cry. All the emotions have filled your cup to the brim and suddenly everything is overflowing. You can’t stop crying.
Wonwoo stops moving and stares at you terrified. “Baby what is wrong?” God you missed him calling you baby.
“I don’t want to ever lose you again.”
He pushes himself up on his knees. He leans forward resting his hand on your cheek. His thumb drags across your tear stained cheek. “Baby I’m not going anywhere. I’m home for good.”
You can’t stop the tears from falling. “I don’t want anyone other than you.”
“My sweet girl, I’m all yours, forever and always.” He leans back down, practically pressed against you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you cling to him. His nose rests against yours.
He rolls his hips into yours at a slow but deep pace. Your legs are wrapped around him, holding him close.
Leaning down, he crashes his lips into yours. You moan into his mouth as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
Your second orgasm hits you harder than the first. Wonwoo moans your name like a prayer as he finds his release.
Laying in your living room carpet drunk off of love, and curled up against Wonwoo you finally feel whole again. The hole in your heart is finally filled. You know you’ll never love anyone like you love him, and he’ll never love anyone like he loves you.
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v, creampie, big dick minghao, minghao practically has a tentacle for a dick, alien sex, handjob, fingering, oral (m rec), cum eating, squirting, body worship, pussy stretching, deep throating, hair pulling, minghao’s antennas are sensitive, overstimulation, Nicknames: nova, good girl (hers) baby, hao (his).
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: this is connected to my wonwoo alien story called “Dreaming of Saturn”. im gonna make a little connecting universe with some of the to other boys called stardust. Thank you @aeristudios for listening to me figure out my little alien universe. Thank you @haologram for being my 8star and helping me figure out this one. Thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading this.
🎧: saturn - sza | kiss of fire - woodz | sour candy - woodz
Wonwoo’s arrival back on Saturn caused quite the uproar. His refusal to go through with his arranged marriage sparked controversy. He came back threatening to leave the moment he got a chance. He swore off his future place as king saying the only thing he wanted was his starlight.
Minghao has been Wonwoo’s close friend and adviser for as long as he can remember. Upon his return Wonwoo begged Minghao to go to earth and watch after his love.
Minghao left in the middle of the night, the only person who knew about his departure being Wonwoo.
The stars were bright as Minghao traveled for a long time. He felt a calling to the city where Wonwoo said his love was.
GROWING INTOXICATED BY THE SILENCE
It’s another late night you’re spending laying on a blanket looking up at the stars. Your attempt at a fresh start, led you to move to a new city completely alone. You've spent most nights like this since moving here.
It’s almost two in the morning. You’ve lost track of time laying here. Looking up at the night sky there was a light falling towards you. You’ve spent your whole life studying the stars and you’ve never seen anything look like this before.
It looks like it’s crashed down on the other side of the trees off in the distance. Pushing yourself off the ground you stare into the distance for a moment. Without thinking you took off running through the grass.
The spring air has a chill to it as you run as fast as you can. Pushing past low hanging trees you find a dent in the ground that’s glowing. Walking towards the edge you find the source of the light. Lying there is a very beautiful man with skin that has a lavender hue to it. Your eyes are wide as they wander his body. It’s clear he’s very naked lying in front of you.
He groans as he sits up. He looks over at you and smiles. His eyes focus on nothing but you.
You’re at a complete loss for words. You’ve always had an idea there were other things out there in space. There is no way earth is the only planet with life on it.
“Who are you?” He finally speaks.
“Where did you come from?” You don’t even bother answering his question.
“Saturn. Is this earth?” He stands up slowly.
“Yes.”
“What is your name?” You step a little closer to him. For some reason you feel safe being near him.
“Minghao. You may call me Hao if you would like. What is your name?”
“It’s ___.”
“You remind me of a beautiful super nova.” You weren’t expecting an alien to start flirting with you. A hot wave of blush creeps over you.
“Why are you here?” You’re very confused on why he decided to crash land here.
“I have been sent to check on my prince’s soulmate.”
“Soulmate?”
“Yes, his soulmate.” He starts to brush off the dirt from his body. He looks up back at you again. “Prince Wonwoo, ran away to earth and found his soulmate here. He refers to her as starlight.”
Without thinking you hold out your hand. The moment your fingers touch you feel a spark. He feels it touch, but doesn’t say anything. He just laces his fingers with yours.
“Do you all have soulmates?”
“I believe so.”
You lead him out through the trees back to the blanket you left in the distance. You’re extremely happy you’re extremely far away from where anyone would see you and your new very naked alien friend. The fact that it’s also dark and the dead of night, also is helping.
You stop right at the pink fuzzy blanket. He looks down at it for a second before looking back at you.
He stands before you studying you. He reaches out resting his hand under your chin. “You’re beautiful. The prettiest creature I have ever seen.”
“I didn’t know aliens know how to flirt.”
He lets out a soft laugh. “My kind is very similar to your people.” He tilted your head up towards him. “Our bodies seem to be similar as well.”
“Men from here don’t have—“ you pause. “Um, cocks that big.” Your statement earns a smile from him.
“That’s a shame for anyone who chooses to mate with men from here.” He drags his thumb across your bottom lip.
“Are you always naked on saturn?”
“No, my clothes burned off entering your atmosphere.”
“How do you know my body is similar to the women on your planet?” You could easily drop this conversation or play with fire. You decide maybe playing with fire could be fun.
He leans in close to you, his nose brushes against yours. “I’m just assuming from what I can see with your clothes on.”
You aren’t sure what possessed you to do this, but you step back and pull off your hoodie and baggy shirt. Thank god you decided not to wear a bra tonight. You’re completely bare from the waist up standing in front of your new alien friend.
“Do your women have breasts?”
“Yes they do, their breasts are extremely sensitive. Most women find ecstasy from playing with their nipples. Do humans do the same?”
“Some women can.” You push your chest out hoping he’ll take the sign to touch you.
“Can you?” He steps closer.
“Yes.”
“It feels as if I’m being drawn to you.”
You take his hand, resting it on one of your breasts. “I feel it too.”
“Would you like for me to touch you, like my kind does when they mate?”
“Please.”
His hand massages your breasts. His eyes stay locked on yours as his fingers toy with your pebbled nipple. A soft gasp passes your lips as he applies more pressure.
“Can I taste you?” He asked leaning in so his lips are practically touching yours.
“Please.”
The moment your lips touch, you feel a spark. Your body feels alive. He feels like oxygen in your lungs. Your lips move together for a searing kiss. You wrap yours around his neck pulling his tall frame close to yours.
Kissing him is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You could do this every day for the rest of your life. His hands rest on your hips holding you close to him. One hand slides down to your sweat pants cover butt. He squeezes your butt, causing you to moan into his mouth.
“I would like to taste more of you.”
“You can have any part of me, you would like.” He steps back and drops to his knees. His finger hooks into the band of your sweatpants. He drags them down your thighs, leaving you in only your boyshort panties.
“May I remove these?” He hooks his finger into the elastic of your panties and snaps it, earning a gasp from you.
“Yes.”
He slides them down your thighs leaving you bare except for your socks. Leaning in he leaves a trail of wet kisses from your navel down to your pussy. Your eyes stay locked on him, watching his every movement.
“Can you lay down for me?” Silently you follow his request.
Laying in your back with your legs spread he takes his time exploring your wet core. His finger prod at your entrance as his tongue laps at your sensitive clit. He slowly slides one finger in your. He runs it along your gummy walls. It doesn’t take him long to find that spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
He slides in a second finger. Based on the size of his dick, you know you’re going to need to come at least once, to be wet enough to take him, without him splitting you open.
He pulls away from your clit and says, “you sound so pretty.”
Closing your eyes you roll your head back. A loud moan passes your lips. This man had never met a human woman before, and he already had you on the verge of falling apart.
Your fingers grip the blanket before below you, you desperately need something to cling to. Your eyes pop open and you’re greeted to the site of millions of bright stars above you.
Your orgasm hits you like a wave. It knocks the air of your lungs as it pulls you away. “Hao—“ his name is nothing more than a desperate plea.
He does stop, he continues sucking on your clit, and rubbing the spot inside of you, as your walls contract around his fingers.
He pulls away slowly, his eyes staying locked on you. He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking your release off of them.
“My sweet beautiful super nova.”
Your chest rises and falls as your high slowly starts to dissipate. No man has ever made him come that hard before.
He moves so he’s sitting on his knees between your spread legs. “That was insane.” You sigh.
“Thank you for letting me explore your body.” You almost laugh at his thank you. If he wants to take the time to explore your body again, you would let him in a heartbeat.
“Would you like to learn about my body?”
“God yes.” You practically scream, pushing yourself up on your hands.
Minghao moves so he’s laying on the fuzzy blanket. With your practically jello legs you move yourself on top of him. Sitting on his thighs you take your time exploring his body. His anatomy is very similar to humans outside of his antennas sticking out of his hair, and cock that you would basically consider a tentacle. It’s probably around ten inches with ridges in the the side. It sways as if it’s moving on its own.
“You can touch me however you would like.”
Reaching out your hand along his length.
“You’re massive.” You decide the best course of action is to give him a hand job like you would a normal man. You keep pumping his length. You start to focus on the base and watch as the tip moves side to side, almost as if its reaction to your movements.
“Can I taste you?” Now it’s your turn to ask for a taste.
“Women on my planet don’t normally do that, unless they’re bonded.”
“If you don’t want me to, I won’t. If it’s something you only do with someone you’re bonded to.”
He shakes his head rapidly. “I would like you to do it.”
Laying on your stomach you focus on licking the mushroom shaped head. You stare at him trying to gauge his reaction to everything you do. You take him into your mouth until he brushes the back of your throat. There is no way all of his length can fit in your mouth, but you’re willing to try and fit as much as you possibly can. His fingers grip the fuzzy blanket below him. His stomach muscles tense as your fingers circle the base of his tentacle. You twist your hand applying pressure. Your hand moves up and down taking his length over and over to the back of your throat.
“Nova—” He moans.
You pull off of him, a string of what looks like a mixture of lube, and saliva is connected to his tentacle cock and your lip. It’s clear his length produces a lubricant as he gets aroused.
“Don’t like this?” You start pining his length as you stare at him.
“Yes—“
Leaning down you take his length in your mouth again. You swallow him until part of his length slides into your throat. His fingers tangle in your hair. He’s lost his patience as he helps guide you up and down his length.
A series of moans leaves his lips. Looking up at him through your lashes you can tell he’s close to the edge. I’m pulling off his length, you pump the top part with your hand. You apply pressure to the bulbous tip.
“You sound so pretty.” You sound dazed, and drunk on lust.
His stomach muscles tense and a loud moan passes his lip. His release spills all over your hand. He comes just like a normal man, but there is definitely way more. You’ve never been interested intasting a man’s cum, but you’re instantly intrigued by his. His eyes focus on you as you bring it up to your lips. It feels like normal cum, it just has a blue tint to it. The closer your hand gets to your nose, you can smell how sweet it is. Without thinking to lick the side of your hand. It’s the texture of regular cum, but it’s sweet like juicy green muscat grapes. You lick it fully off your hand.
“How do you want me?”
Looking down, his cock is still very much aroused and swaying side to side. It’s coated in what looks like lube.
“On your back.”
You crawl off of him and lay down on the blanket beside him. He leans over and presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss. Pulling away he tugs on your bottom lip.
He moves so he’s hovering over you. Leaning down he rubs his nose against yours. “My sweet super nova.”
“Minghao please.” You’re desperate for something you can’t quite explain.
He lets his tentacle-like cock move on its own. The mushroom tip, taps your clit earning a moan from you. “Hao—“
“My name sounds so pretty falling from your lips.” He smiles.
He taps your clit again, earning a louder moan. Your fingers grip the sheet below you.
“You’re people’s mating is the same as ours.”
“Are you going to mate with me?” You reach up, tangling your fingers in his dark hair, pulling him closer to you.
“Do you want me to mate with you?”
“God yes.”
On its own accord his length moves until it brushes your wet entrance. “You’re so pretty, laying here below me.”
You stare up at him in awe. The night sky looks so bright above him. There is this feeling in your chest, it’s not just lust. You feel something strong for this man you’ve just met.
“Minghao?”
“Yes my sweet nova?”
“Do you feel something in your chest?”
He pushes into you slowly. His eyes stay locked on yours. Your lips part as a gasp falls past your lips. He’s by far the largest man you’ve ever taken before. The stretch is kind of painful, but more than anything it’s intoxicating.
“I believe we’re feeling the connection Wonwoo felt with his starlight.”
He pulls his hips back, leaving just the mushroom tip inside of you, before pushing back into you at a slow pace.
Thank god his cock became self lubricating, it’s helping ease the pain with each thrust. Each passing moment the discomfort starts turning into pleasure.
“You’re so big.” You whine.
“You’re just tight.” He pushes into you a little quicker.
Your fingers claw at his back pulling him closer to you. One hand tangles in his long hair without thinking you toy with his antenna. A low moan passes his lips. You instantly realize his antennas must be sensitive.
“Is that okay?” You run your fingers up the antenna.
“Yes.” He moans.
He rolls his hips into yours over and over again. With each thrust the coil in your stomach tightens. Your whole body feels like a live wire. Each thrust sends a tingly feeling across your body.
“I’m close—“ You moan.
Your walls contract around his length as your high hits. Your finger grip the blanket below. Squeezing your eyes shut, you moan his name like a prayer. He's awestruck at the sight of you unraveling below him. He’s never seen anything in his life as beautiful as you.
He never stops moving. Each thrust is helping you ride out your high. Your fingers roam his back wanting to touch every part of him. You don’t think you can ever be with another man after this. You should be exhausted and worn out, but you aren’t. Being with him is making you feel feral and incredibly horny for more. You want anything and everything he’ll possibly give you.
Pushing on his chest he pauses for a moment. “Lay on your back. I want to ride you.”
He rolls you both effortlessly. You're sitting on his length with him snugly inside of you. Your hands rest on his chest for leverage. Lifting your hips you leave only the tip inside. You drop down quickly. You try to set a quicker pace. The feeling of the ridges along his length rubbing against your gummy walls is insane. His cock is like an expensive sex toy. The stretch feels incredible now.
You grab his hand and move it towards your wet core. You release it and point to your puffy clit. “Play with this spot. If you play with my clit I’ll come immediately again.”
He instantly does as instructed. It’s very clear that Minghao is a quick learner. He listens to the noises you make, and focuses on your reaction as he tests out different motions and pressures.
“Like that.” You cry.
“So good for me.”
Your second orgasm hits you like a white hot tidal wave. Your eyes squeeze shut as you roll your head back. The flood gates open as a pressure like you never experienced releases from you. Minghao can’t help but smile as you squirt all over him. This is like nothing he’s ever experienced before.
The intoxicating sounds that keep making are pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He pushes himself up. His hands grab the flesh of your ass and he helps keep you moving up and down his length.
“Minghao—“
Your eyes slowly open and you see the night sky above you. “My perfect mate.” He moans.
One of his hands gropes your breast. His fingers toy with your pebbles nipple.
Your orgasm slowly starts to dissipate. You roll your hips forward, earning a moan from him.
His own orgasm is like nothing he’s ever experienced before. His whole body feels tingly as he fills you to the brim with his sticky sweet blue release. His eyes practically roll back in his head. He’s never cum this much in his entire life. He’s never experienced sex like this before, neither have you.
Without saying a word you fall forward, laying on top of him. “If I weigh too much I can move.” You whisper with your lips against his neck.
“You weigh nothing to me.” He sighs as he gently rubs your back.
“I can’t believe I just fucked an alien I just middle in the middle of a field.” This is something that doesn’t feel real.
“We just mated. I wouldn’t call that something crude like that.” He seems offended by your statement.
“I mated with someone I didn’t know before now.”
He presses his lips to your bare shoulder. “Does your chest still feel strange?”
“It feels warm.”
“It’s your bond you feel for me. I think my kind, and humans from here are supposed to be connected.”
“Your prince Wonwoo felt this for a human girl?”
“Yes.”
“Nova, would you come back to Saturn with me?”
“You just met me tonight.” You just met him, but you feel like you’ve known him forever. You should tell him he’s crazy, but can’t. You can’t lie, you want to go with him.
“We could easily love each other.” That simple sentence lingers in your mind.
“We should probably go up to my place. The sun is starting to rise, and I don’t need people finding us naked out here.”
You give Minghao your hoodie to help cover most of his face, or to make it a little difficult for people to see his lavender skin. You give him the blanket to wrap around his body as you get dressed. The walk to your apartment building isn’t too far. You just hope you don’t run into anyone.
Walking into your small one bedroom apartment Minghao clings to your hand. You lead him off to your bedroom. You release his hand and you search for some sweatpants and clothes your ex left behind.
Minghao gets dressed and sits down on the edge of the bed.
“I must find and check on Wonwoo’s starlight. May I return to you?”
“Yes. Minghao, can you disguise yourself?”
“Yes I can.” He closes his eyes and focuses for a moment, and suddenly the lavender disappears, and his antennas are tucked away in his hair. Standing in front of you, he just looks like a normal human man.
MY HEAD IS FILLED WITH THE IMAGINE OF YOU
Wonwoo told Minghao where to find his love. He wasted no time going there and checking on her. The whole time Minghao was gone, you couldn’t help but think about him.
You went about your day working on your research project for the astrological center. You spent your whole life studying the stars and now it suddenly feels as if you have your own.
Minghao arrives back at nightfall. Opening your apartment door you find him standing there. There was a part of you that was worried he wouldn’t return.
“Wonwoo’s starlight is safe. She looked as if she could be happy.” You’ve just met Minghao and you’re now fully understanding how this girl he refers to as starlight fell in love with the prince of Saturn. You barely know Minghao and you feel like you’re falling in love with him.
“May I stay the night here?”
You bring Minghao into the kitchen and make him something to eat. You aren’t sure if aliens eat human food. You watch as he devours the ramen you made him. There is something so enduring watching him discover little things.
You go about your nightly routine and practically have Minghao as your shadow. He sits in the bathroom watching you wash your face, and brush your teeth.
Walking into your room he stands there watching you remove your clothes for the day. You contemplate putting on pajamas but realize he’s probably going to sleep naked.
“Should I just stay naked?” You ask looking over your shoulder.
“If you’re more comfortable that way. I would prefer to sleep that way.” He moves so he’s sitting on the edge of your bed.
Stripping away your clothes, you feel Minghao’s eyes on you. Turning around you face him completely naked. He stands and starts to remove the clothes you’ve lent him.
Crawling into bed you watch as Minghao makes his way around your room. He lets his disguise fade away, and he’s now back to his lavender tinted skin, and his antennas are sticking out of his hair.
He lays down next to you. He gives you a soft smile. Reaching out he pushes hair away from your face. “You truly are the most beautiful creature I have ever met.”
Move so you’re laying closer to him. You want to cuddle with him, but you aren’t sure if he’s comfortable with that.
“May I hold you?”
“Yes.” You turn around so he’s pressed up against your back.
“Minghao, have you ever had a girlfriend?” This question was eating away you, all day while he was gone.
“On Saturn we don’t exactly court before marriage. Our emotions are interesting. You’re married very early on, and if you find your soulmate, you feel this instant connection. You love them instantly and fiercely.” He holds you close to him. His hand is resting in your stomach.
“Am I your soulmate?” You didn’t believe in soulmates until you met him today. You can’t explain the feeling you have of being pulled to him.
“I believe so.” He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder. “Did you want to be my soulmate?”
You pause taking in his words. “I do.”
His hand kneads the soft flesh of your stomach. Normally if another man did this you would feel self conscious, but you don’t feel that way with Minghao.
Silence takes over the room as you enjoy each other's company. His hand slowly moves down resting on your mound. His fingers are so close to your clit, you can almost feel them. He presses another kiss to your shoulder.
“Minghao, please touch me.”
“As you wish.” His fingers slide between your already wet folds. Before Minghao you never thought you had a high sex drive, but with him you can’t seem to get enough of him. His long index finger rubs your clit earning a soft moan from you.
“Is this where you are most sensitive?”
“Yes.” You moan louder as he applies more pressure.
“Your sweet moans are music to my ears.” You push your hips back against his. You can feel him start to harden against your butt.
“Hao- please- inside—“ You plead for some type of penetration.
His fingers slide through your folds. The palm of his hand rubs against your clit. He dips two fingers into your wet core. You wince a little at the feeling. You’re a little sore from your rendezvous under the stars. Your body will have to get used to taking his massive tentacle.
His fingers slowly pump in and out of you, he’s running his fingers along that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.
“Hao—” his name is just a broken moan.
“You feel so good.” He moans against your ear.
The hill of his palm is rubbing your clit giving you a dual sensation of pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of your echoing pants and moans.
“I’m close.”
“Let go, my super nova.”
Your orgasm it’s your with a white wave. All your muscles tense and then slowly release. Your walls flutter around his fingers. He pulls them away from your pulsing core. He brings fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
You pull away from him slowly. You move so you’re laying on your side next to him. He’s laying on his back watching you carefully. Pulling the blanket away, you find him fully hard. His tentacle sways side to side on its own.
You don’t have it in you to blow him, or try to deep throat him. Wrapping your fingers around his thick length you start to pump it. With each pass of your hand, it grows more and more wet as he starts to self lubricate himself. The ridges against your hand feel a little funny. You can’t believe you managed to basically take his whole monstrous size. No wonder you’re sore today.
You start to focus on the bulbus head, noticing Minghao stomach muscles tense more and more each time you touch there.
“Is this good?” You say with faux innocence.
“So good, I’m so close—”
You pick up the pace, hoping he’ll find his release soon. Leaning down you lick the mushroom tip like it’s a lollipop. You keep pumping lower on his length.
“Fuck— I’m gonna—“ he can barely moan out a warning.
Before you can even think about pulling away, he paints your tongue with his sweet blue release. You decide to save yourself from cleaning up a mess by sucking on the tip as he comes in your mouth. His fingers grip the sheets below him as he fights with himself to not tangle his fingers in your hair.
He comes more than any man you have ever been with before. You pull away and give him a smile after swallowing all his cum. You crawl off the bed long enough to clean the little bit that landed on you hand.
He lays on your bed absolutely dazed as you wipe away his release from his tentacle.
Crawling back in bed you curl up against him. Laying with your head on his chest you feel him start to slowly come down from his high. You smile as his cock slowly stops moving and starts to rest on his stomach. His anatomy is fascinating to you. He pulls you closer to him, so you’re basically laying on top of him. Your leg is thrown over his stomach. His hand starts running up and down your thigh.
“I’m so glad I met you.”
“I’m glad I came here for Prince Wonwoo.”
“You’ll have to thank him for me.”
“Will you come back to Saturn with me?” You both know this is an insane asks. You literally met him less than twenty-four hours ago. Minghao doesn’t really think, he just asks.
“Do we even breathe the same air?”
“Yes. My ship is just outside your atmosphere. I can safely take you back.”
“Hao, you barely know me.” You pull away slightly, before you pull away fully.
Minghao grabs you, pulling you onto his lap. He moves so he’s sitting you facing him.
He shakes his head, leaning in closer to you. “I may barely know you, but I feel a connection to you. We could come back here one day to visit. I’m sure Wonwoo will come back for his love. I could bring you with us.”
He takes your face in both hands. “Hao. What if you grow tired of me? What if you get to know me and realize we just have a sexual connection?”
He shakes his head. “The connection I feel for you already lets me know I’ll never grow tired of you.”
“This is crazy. I didn’t know aliens were real yesterday, and now you’re asking me to come to your planet with you.”
“If you don’t like it, I can bring you back. I want to give us a real shot. I can’t stay here for almost a year like Wonwoo did.”
You should tell him you can’t, but there is this crazy part of you that wants to go. It’s insane to walk away from everything. Luckily for you, your apartment is paid for, for a year. You could disappear for a while and still come back and be okay.
“Can we visit here?”
“Yes, my love.”
“Minghao, promise me you won’t grow tired of me.”
He gives you a smile before leaning forward. He rested his nose against yours. “I’ll never grow tired of you.”
“I’ll go back with you.”
The smile that forms on his face is like nothing you’ll ever forget. He leans forward, crashing his lips into yours. Your fingers tangle in his hair holding him close to you.
This whole situation is unexpected, but maybe the reason you’ve never felt satisfied with a relationship is because your soulmate was out there in the universe waiting for you.
Life just kept kicking him when he was down. Desperate to save his restaurant he shares with his best friends he makes an offering to the goddess hestia.
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, drinking, Mingyu is a loverboy (this is a warning), and not so happy ending, kind of an open ending.
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: virgin reader, sex in a dream realm (everything is very consensual) unprotected p in v, creampie, big dick Mingyu, needy sex, oral (f rec), hand job, fingering, fooling around in the shower, body worship, pussy stretching, sex with lots of emotions, multiple positions. Nicknames: baby, goddess (hers)
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐧: anything in italics is a dream like realm. this is a part of the Greek God collab. Thank you @aeristudios for helping me figure out this story. Thank you @hanniehaeo for beta reading and editing this one.
🎧: burning blue - mariah the scientist | by my side - junny
For as long as he could remember, Mingyu has been a fighter. He’s fought to keep his head above water since he was freshly eighteen. For as long as he could remember, he’s loved cooking.
His passion as a child turned into his first job, working in a kitchen by the time he was seventeen. By the time he was twenty, he was a line cook in friend Seungcheol’s family restaurant. At twenty-one, he took up bartending as a side job to keep making money. At twenty-five, he and two friends decided to open a restaurant together called Saturnine.
This restaurant has truly been Mingyu’s passion project. Seungcheol has past restaurant experience at his family’s place, and he has another thing Mingyu doesn’t: a lot of money. This place truly wouldn’t exist if Seungcheol hadn’t invested. Joshua also invested and is fully involved as an owner. Joshua has been friends with both boys since Mingyu met him as a line cook.
When it comes to running a restaurant, Joshua acts like the manager; he's the one that deals with the day to day tasks. Seungcheol works as a bartender and bookkeeper. Mingyu is the head chef and part time manager.
This last year getting this place off the ground has been hell. There have been many weeks when Mingyu has only been paid enough to cover his rent.
Sitting at a table near the bar, it’s well past two in the morning. All the staff have long gone home. It’s just Seungcheol, Joshua, and him sitting there looking at the book keeping number. It’s an understatement to say Joshua looks stressed. Seungcheol takes a shot of tequila as he listens to Joshua tell him about this week's loss.
“We’re quite literally fucking drowning.” Seungcheol groans, standing up. He walks around the bar and grabs three bottles of beer from the fridge. Joshua doesn’t say anything, he just lets out a heavy sigh.
“We’re bleeding money.” Mingyu takes the beer from Seungcheol.
“We need to figure out how to get more people to know about us. Jeonghan has been nagging me about hiring someone to run social media management for us.” Jeonghan is Joshua’s roommate, who is also a bartender here.
“We can’t afford to pay someone to do that job.” Seungcheol isn’t wrong. They literally can’t afford to hire anyone else.
“What are the chances we could get someone to take in that role as well?” Joshua asked before taking a sip of his beer.
“I think the only person with a concept of social media marketing is Jeonghan, and I can promise you he won’t do it for free.” Seungcheol isn’t wrong.
“What do we do?” Mingyu asked, feeling absolutely defeated.
“I don’t even know. We could cut hours.” Joshua has mentioned this before. Working with bare bones staff for a while might be a route they need to take.
“You know when people pray and leave offerings to gods, I always wonder if those work out.” Seungcheol's statement piques Mingyu’s interest. He’s never been a religious man by any means. At this point, he’s willing to do anything to save their restaurant.
“Does that even work?” Mingyu asked.
“According to Minghao, it does.” Joshua says.
“What god or gods could even help us? I don’t think this is a job for the regular God that you pray to.”
Joshua rolls his eyes before taking another sip of his beer. “Gyu, why don’t you research it? Until then, I’m not going to waste my time thinking of which Greek myth can save us. I’m going to make us an instagram and attempt to market this place online.”
“Maybe we should start having special cocktails and special recipes for certain nights.” Seungcheol is constantly concocting random drinks.
“That’s not a bad idea. We could also have themed nights. I heard ladies’ nights at bars are popular. Maybe we can have a ladies’ night here with a special menu.”
“Ladies’ night?” Mingyu doesn’t even know what kind of special menu to make for a themed night like that.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a night with just girls here. Maybe you can finally get laid again.” Seungcheol loves to tease Mingyu about his practically nonexistent sex life.
This last year, he’s been nursing his heart from a bad break up. It doesn’t help that he’s so busy with this restaurant that the last thing on his mind is having sex. Sure, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been horny. Luckily for him, his hand is good at taking off the edge.
“I don’t need to get laid.”
“Dude, how long has it been?” Joshua asked.
“Thirteen months, but it’s fine.” He’s not actually fine; he’s starting to feel like he’s going crazy.
“I think if I went thirteen months not getting my dick wet, I would lose my mind.” Seungcheol has never been one to sugar coat things.
“I think you would survive.” Joshua rolls his eyes.
“How long has it been for you?” Seungcheol has now directed his attention towards Joshua.
“It’s been maybe a month.”
“Was it that red head who kept coming by to see you?” Mingyu knows exactly who he’s talking about. Joshua was clearly hooking up with this girl who kept popping in once or twice a week for like six months.
“Yeah, but she moved away.” That explains why Joshua has been moping around for a month now. “I’m calling it a night.”
“I need to head home and think of a recipe for tomorrow's dessert.” Mingyu is truly exhausted, and he just needs to go home, shower, and crawl into bed.
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It’s well past four in the morning, and no matter how hard Mingyu tries, he can’t fall asleep. He made the mistake of scrolling through a page about Greek gods and Goddesses. His mind has been stuck on the goddess Hestia. The Goddess of hearth and home.
He keeps wondering if he would waste his time making an offering to her, to help with his restaurant.
There are a million questions floating through his mind. One being how do you even make an offering? Two being what would he even offer her?
Grabbing his phone off the nightstand, he goes back to his research. Turns out he could make a fresh loaf of bread to offer her. He knows how to bake. He could definitely do it. Why is he now focused on saving his livelihood by essentially praying to a probably fake God? It probably has to do with the fact that he feels absolutely hopeless. Maybe this is his one chance to save everything he’s worked so hard for.
Setting his phone on the nightstand, he closes his eyes, hoping to find sleep.
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Normally, Mingyu doesn’t actively dream. This doesn’t feel like a normal dream. He’s outside with the shining stars peaking through marble pillars that surround him. The ground below his bare feet is a white, cold to the touch, marble. Looking around, he notices he’s alone. Looking down, he sees himself dressed in just a pair of lounge pants that are resting low on his hips.
Walking out towards the pillars, he sees a woman in the distance. She’s practically glowing under the moonlight. Her hair is long and gently moving with the breeze. She is dressed in expensive looking silks that are draped across her body.
He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She most senses his presence. Turning around to face him, he’s instantly taken aback by her beauty. She’s probably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He steps closer, wanting to see her up close.
She doesn’t say anything as he walks closer. She’s standing by the edge of a cliff. She glances out into the water, where the waves are crashing below.
“You don’t belong here.” She finally speaks. Her voice is sweet and saccharine. He could listen to your sweet voice forever. “Who are you?”
He opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out.
“Did you call for me?” She steps closer to him. Without thinking, she drags her finger across his bare chest. Ever so slowly, she draws a circle around where his heart is located. “Are you thinking of me?”
With wide eyes, he nods his head. “Men and women don’t normally think about me this way.”
He silently swallows, desperately wishing he could speak to her.
“Will you call for me?” She lays her hand flat on his chest. Without thinking, he nods his head. “Call for me and I shall appear.” She leans in close, resting her nose against his. He wants to reach out and touch her, but something is holding him back. His body doesn’t feel like his own.
Pulling back, she takes a step away from him. “Just call for me.”
Everything fades to black.
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The golden morning sun peaking through his curtains he forgot to fully close, wakes him up bright and early. He’s never had a dream like that before. The whole thing felt so real. For the life of him, he can’t figure out where he has seen that woman before. For some reason, he felt as if she knew him. He was drawn to her, and he couldn’t figure out why.
He doesn’t have to be at the restaurant until it’s time to prep for dinner at around three.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he stands in the kitchen. He can’t seem to let go of the idea of making an offering to Hestia. Never in his life did he think he would believe in the myths of gods and goddesses, but he can’t seem to stop thinking about it.
“Fuck it—“ he groans.
Grabbing the ingredients he needs, he decides to make a loaf of bread. What harm could come of him making an offering to someone who probably doesn’t even exist? It’s been a while since he’s properly baked something. Being in the kitchen just feels like second nature to him. His way of showing love has always been by either cooking or baking for people he cares about.
He decides to make a simple loaf of bread, one he’s made many times before. While the bread is in the oven, he is researching how to make an offering.
The timer on his phone goes off. Pulling the delicious looking loaf of bread out of the oven. He sets it on the rack to cool.
Whenever he closes his eyes, he just pictures that woman from his dream. Maybe that dream was a sign that he should make the offer.
Grabbing the bread, he puts it on a plate and stares at it for a long moment. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes. “There is no harm in just trying,” he whispers to himself.
“Hestia, the Goddess of Home and Hearth, I leave this offering to you. Please help me with Saturnine. I need guidance and help.” He holds out the loaf of bread before setting it on the tile floor. Awkwardly, he stands there for a moment. He’s not exactly sure what he thought was going to happen. He assumed maybe he would get a sign that the offer has been accepted, but the room is silent.
Maybe he was supposed to kneel and pray. He drops down to his knees and bows his head. The room is still silent, and now he just feels like an idiot.
Lifting his head, he looks around his small kitchen and sees nothing. Standing up, he brushes off his knees before setting the plate of bread on the counter. He hears a noise and turns around.
The sight of you, the woman from his dream standing there makes his heart drop. You’re dressing in the same draped silk fabric.
“You did call for me.” Your voice sounds so familiar and as sweet as honey.
“Are you Hestia?” He stumbles to get those three simple words out.
“Why yes, but you can call me goddess, or whatever you feel fitting.” You step closer to him. He doesn’t say anything, he just swallowed, almost too stunned to speak. Reaching out, you drag your finger across the golden skin on his chest. “I’ve never been summoned like this before.” Your voice is as sweet as honey.
“Huh?” He’s confused about everything. But what do you mean you’ve never been summoned like this before?
“I don’t appear when I’m called. I take the offering and then let the others know.” This situation is so strange. You’ve never appeared when someone has given an offer or sacrifice. Then again, no one has ever dreamt of you either.
“The others?”
“The other gods, as your people refer to them.”
He looks down at your hand that’s resting just above his chest. Your touch makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“Zeus granted me this honor, and I must fulfill it.” Your finger travels up his neck. Slowly, you drag your thumb across his bottom lip.
He's absolutely beautiful. None of the gods you live among look anything like him. You should stay away and leave immediately, but you’re now tempted by the forbidden fruit.
“If you don’t normally show up when summoned, why are you here?”
“There is something about you I’m drawn to.”
He can’t quite explain it, but he’s drawn to you as well. He quite literally dreamed about you, and even before he summoned you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and that dream.
“Are you going to stay?” He doesn’t want you to leave, but he doesn’t know how to tell you that.
“I don’t know how to leave.” You step back from him. You’ve never been summoned away from the place you call home. You’ve been on that island for as long as you can remember. You never leave unless you’re summoned by Zeus.
Without even thinking, he asked, “Would you like to stay with me?”
“Yes.”
How was Mingyu supposed to just go to work when he now had an unexpected roommate? He spent the whole afternoon attempting to help get you situated in his one bedroom apartment. He took a quick trip to the store to get you some hygiene products, a couple simple clothing items, and some bras and underwear. He picked up the cheapest phone he could get for you. He even programmed his number into it for emergencies.
Leaving for work, he asked you to stay inside his place and even showed you how to use your phone. He gave you a rundown on how to make calls if you need to get ahold of him.
The whole time he was at work, he could only think about you. When his lunch finally came around, he was sitting in the back office with Joshua.
“Tonight is way busier than a normal Thursday night. It feels like a busy Saturday.” Joshua says before taking a bite of his pasta. Mingyu had noticed it was busier than normal, he was so focused on cooking that he didn’t really register the extra amount of tickets.
“Maybe that Instagram I made is actually helping.” Joshua grabs his phone. “Oh shit. We have ten thousand followers already.”
Mingyu knits his brows together. He wants to think that odd things are turning around, but he has a feeling in his chest that you might have something to do with it.
“Maybe keep posting more. Maybe if we stay busy, you can hire Minghao and convince him to run the account. Doesn’t he run Soonyoung’s dance studio social media stuff?”
“Yeah he does.”
Mingyu takes a bite of his own pasta. He grabs his phone out of his pocket and pulls open his text messages. He wonders if he texted you, if you would know how to respond. He knows there is no way you would actually understand how to operate a phone.
He can’t help but let out a barely audible laugh. He can picture you instantly staring at the phone confused.
“Who has you smiling at your phone?” Joshua is extremely confused.
“Just this girl I met.” He isn’t sure if he should tell Joshua and Seungcheol about you. How does he even explain this situation to anyone? He’s not even sure if this whole scenario is real. What if you’re just a figment of his imagination?
“When do you have time to hook up?”
“We aren’t hooking up?” It’s not unusual for Joshua or Seungcheol to be in his business. They’ve all been friends for so long, and so heavily involved in each other's lives, it was almost inevitable.
“Yet?” Joshua chuckles before taking another bite of his food.
“I don’t think anything is going to happen like that between us.” Mingyu vividly remembers while researching that you’re referred to frequently as the virgin goddess. The last thing he wants to do is mess with your life and your status with the other god.
“Mingyu, come on. You’re hot, and women are always falling at your feet, we both know this girl will fall for you.”
“It’s not like that, and do me a favor and don’t tell Cheol about this.” The last thing he needs is for Seungcheol to start teasing him about this too.
“You know if I don’t say anything, Cheol will find out. That man somehow knows all the gossip.”
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Walking into his apartment, he immediately notices how quiet it is. His heart sinks at the thought of you being gone. What if the entire time you weren’t actually real? Rushing off to his bedroom to search for you, he’s relieved when he finds you in the bedroom. It takes him a moment to register the fact that you are fully naked lying on top of the cover.
Slapping his hand over his eyes, he’s attempting to be respectful. “Oh, you’re home.” Your voice is so light and airy. You sound like you were either asleep or close to being asleep.
“Sorry it’s so late.” He squeezes his eyes shut. How on earth is this happening?
“I missed you.” You let out a sigh, rolling on to your side. There is something very comforting about Mingyu’s bed.
“Um— where are your clothes?”
“This was more comfortable.” You’ve never slept with clothes on.
“Maybe you could wear a shirt to sleep in.” He tries his hardest not to peek at your very naked body. He stumbles over to his dresser, where he finds a baggy shirt of his. With his eyes still squeezed tight, he holds out the shirt.
“Do you not like my body?” You haven’t had a lot of interaction with men, but this seems odd.
A hot wave of blush climbs up his neck to the tip of his ears. How does he explain to you that he likes your body a lot? He’s just trying to respect you.
“Um— yes, I do— it’s just—“ he turned into a babbling idiot. “I shouldn’t sleep with you naked, if we aren’t romantically involved.”
Sitting up slowly, you pull your legs into your chest. Knitting your brows, you’re very confused on what he means.
“Do you not want me romantically?”
“W-wha-what do you mean?” How is this situation possibly real?
“Do you want me romantically?” You have this sweet, innocent look on your face as you sit there fully naked, asking him this.
“Um— it’s not that I don’t want you— we just don’t know each other like that—“ he feels like an awkward blushing teenager. You have him in a rambling mess. He’s never struggled like this to speak to women.
“Would you like to get to know me like that?”
He paused for a moment and stared at you dumbfounded. Without thinking, he just blurts out,”Yes.”
“I’ve never had a man want me romantically.” You grab the shirt that Mingyu laid on the bed. “Everything here is so new.”
Mingyu stands there almost cemented in place. He should get ready for bed, but he just feels stuck. “I should brush my teeth and go to bed.”
“Will we both be sleeping here?” How badly he wants to share a bed with you, he shouldn’t.
“I can sleep on the couch.”
“Do you not want to share a bed with me?” You’re giving him the saddest look.
“We probably shouldn’t.”
“Can’t we get to know each other while sharing a bed?” You sound genuinely hurt.
“Okay.” He’s surrendered, and he doesn't want to hurt your feelings anymore.
He lifts the covers and crawls into bed. You follow his lead. Laying on the side closest to the window, he watches you as you mindlessly toy with the sheets next to his hand.
“Can I touch you?”
Without thinking, he places his hand in yours. You take your time tracing every part of his hand. Studying his skin, as if you’re trying to remember every single detail.
“Something about you is pulling me to you.” You’re drawn to Mingyu. No man or woman has ever found you in your dream realm like he did.
“Something pulled me to you too.”
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The last five days have felt like a whirlwind. Mingyu has spent every moment of his day that he’s not at work with you. He’s been trying to show you lots of different things. He’s shown you how the tv works, he’s even shown you how he cooks. He’s been getting to know everything about you, and you’ve been learning all about him. At night, you’re still sharing a bed. You take that time when you’re alone in bed to touch Mingyu in one way or another. What started as innocent hand holding has turned into you touching any part of his body that isn’t covered by his boxers. Mingyu can't help but blush as you touch all the places he wants you to touch.
Even though he knows he shouldn’t fall for you, he can’t help it. He hasn't known you that long, and he already feels instantly connected to you. He knows he’s not alone in these feelings. You’ve mentioned feeling something for him.
Last night he took you out to see the city and walk by the river. You seemed overwhelmed by the busy city night. Without even thinking, Mingyu held your hand, leading you through the city.
The moment your fingers laced with his, you both were suddenly at ease. Mingyu couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you are. You’re dressed in a skirt, and instead of wearing a shirt and a coat, you’re wearing one of his baggy hoodies. He’s bought you clothes of your own, but every time he turns around, you’re wearing something of his.
Standing by the river, your hand is still in Mingyu’s. You look around, seeing all the couples around you.
“Are all these people romantically involved?” You look up at Mingyu.
He knits his brows for a moment. “Yeah, they are.”
“Are we romantically involved now?”
He wants nothing more than to be involved with you. Reaching out, he pushes your hair away from your face. Any chance he gets to touch you, he’ll take it. “We can be.”
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You coming into his life has changed everything for the better. You took away the loneliness he didn’t realize he was feeling.
His work has been a whole other different situation. He’s not sure if it’s because of you, or the instagram Joshua made, but the restaurant has been crazy busy. Every night has felt like a crazy Saturday night.
By the time he finishes closing the restaurant, he’s absolutely exhausted. Walking into his apartment, he finds you just where he always does. You’re lying on his bed, dressed in one of his shirts sleeping.
The sight of you dressed in just his shirt and tiny pair of panties does something to his brain.
“Let me get ready for bed and I’ll join you.” He heads off to the bathroom and turns on the shower. He strips off his clothes. There is a gentle knock on the door, before he can say a thing, the door creaks open. He grabs a towel, quickly covering himself.
You walk into the bathroom. “Mingyu?”
“Yes?”
“Can I join you?” You’re asking to cross a line you’ve never crossed before. Sure, you’ve touched his almost naked body, and he’s seen you naked, but this feels very different.
“Yeah.” He lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
He turns around, dropping his towel he was using to cover himself. He slides the shower door open and steps inside. The warm water engulfs him instantly. The door slides open again. You step into the shower. Your eyes slowly travel up and down his body in complete awe.
He blushes as your eyes lock in on his soft length. He’s aware he is bigger than most men, but he’s not even sure if you have ever seen another man fully naked.
“You’re beautiful.” You sigh, stepping closer to him. He can’t say anything, he just takes a deep breath.
“Can I touch you?” You reach out with your hand close to touching his chest. He can’t say anything, he just nods.
Slowly drag your finger across his chest. He stands under the water holding his breath. He can’t focus on anything other than the feeling of you touching him.
He takes a shallow breath as your fingers drag across the dips of his abs. His stomach tightened anxiously. “Do you not like me touching you?” You immediately notice how tense he is.
“No, I like you touching me.”
“Can I touch the area you always cover for me?”
He opens his mouth to speak and shuts it. He’s worried the words won’t even come out properly. Before you, Mingyu had no issue having sex or being intimate with someone, but you’ve seemed to rewire his brain. You’re the virgin goddess, and you’re making him feel like an awkward inexperienced virgin.
“Yes-yes, you can.” He stumbles over his words.
He’s already half way hard. He knows he’ll be hard immediately the moment you start touching him. You take your time running your hand along his large length. Your eyes seem absolutely fascinated by him. “Tell me how I should touch you.”
He can’t believe you just asked him that. “You can wrap your hand around it.” You follow his instructions. He’s definitely thick. Your fingers don’t even touch. “You can drag your hand up and down.” The water will definitely help act as some sort of lubricant. You pump a few times, instantly causing him to grow full erect. Your eyes are focused on his cock. You release him and circle your fingers around his mushroom tip, that’s already leaking precum. You swipe some of his precum and hold out in between you.
“Does it taste good?”
He stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Not everyone likes it.”
The corner of your mouth tugs up slightly before licking your finger. He can’t believe how turned on he is by that. “Not bad.”
He lets out a soft laugh. This whole situation is absolutely insane. “When you find ecstasy, do you release more of that?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I help you reach it?”
He should say no. He knows one of your jobs of being a goddess involves you being a virgin, but right now, he can’t think properly. “Yes.”
“What do I do?” You circle his length again.
“Keep pumping my dick.”
You do as he instructs you. You try multiple different pressures and speeds. You focus on the moans that leave his mouth. Mingyu feels like he’s going crazy. He desperately wants to kiss you, but he knows he shouldn’t.
You’ve found the perfect speed. You’re almost naturally in tune to the reactions of his body. Maybe there is something connecting him to you. You seem to understand each other in a way he can’t explain.
His stomach muscles tense as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
“Goddess—” he moans on the brink.
“Is this good?”
“Yes, I’m going to come.”
He lets out a moan before his sticky release paints your hand. Mingyu's chest was rising and falling, and that orgasm was like nothing he’s ever experienced. You stand there staring at him. You bring your hand up to your mouth and lick some of his milky cum off your fingers.
Mingyu grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him, under the water. The warm water washes away his cum.
He takes your face in both of his hands. Leaning down, he rested his nose against yours. He feels drunk on lust. “Can I kiss you?” He wants to make sure this is something you want.
“Please.”
He leans in, pressing his lips to yours for your first kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the spark he feels as your lips move together. His hands never leave your face. Your hand rests on his chest, his heart beat must be going crazy.
Pulling away, he’s sporting a goofy smile. “You make me feel good.” He says.
“I like the way you make me feel.”
He can’t help but smile. He likes everything about you, but he doesn’t know if he should say that right now.
“Can you make me feel good like that? I want to feel ecstasy.”
He wants to make you feel good, but he’s not sure how far you should go. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings and reject you. “Yes I can.”
“Mingyu?”
“Yes?”
“I like being here with you.” You give him a smile. Leaning up, you press your lips to his for a quick kiss.
“I like you being here too.”
He’s wondering if he should only use his hand or if he should use his mouth on you. Maybe he should ask you what you would like. “Do you want just my fingers or my mouth?”
“Can I have both?”
He knows stepping back. “Can you lean back resting against the wall?”
You take a step back, resting your back against the cold tile wall. He sinks to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you like you’re the reason the sun rises and falls every day. He lifts your leg, resting it over his shoulder. He’s face to face with your wet core. You look absolutely perfect.
“Are you sure you want this?” He needs to give you a chance to back out if you aren’t ready.
“Please.”
He kisses the top of your mound. His palm rushes your sensitive clit as he slides his pointer and index fingers over your folds. The soft moan that passes your lips sounds like music to his ears. He focuses on licking your clit. His two fingers toy with your entrance.
Your fingers tangle in his dark locks. He moans against your pussy as you lightly tug on his hair. He takes his time slowly sliding one finger into your core. He knows you’re a virgin, and it’s going to take some time before he can fit multiple fingers in you.
“Gyu—” His name is nothing more than a broken moan.
“So good.” He moans with his lips against your clit.
“Can you take another finger?”
You can’t say anything, you just rapidly nod your head. He can tell how tight you are as he enters another finger. You gasp as his finger hits the spots inside you that make you see stars.
The feeling of your orgasm contracting around your fingers is everything you dreamed it would feel like. You moan his name like a prayer. He keeps lapping at your clit, helping you ride out your high.
Sitting back on his knees, he looks up at you like a puppy dog. Rolling your head back, you take slow, deep breaths trying to calm down.
“Oh my—” Your voice is nothing more than a breathy sigh.
Mingyu stands up. He licks your release of his fingers before stepping back under the warm water. You follow him silently. You wrap your arms around his stomach and rest your head against his wet chest. He holds you close as he takes his time rubbing his hand up and down your back.
“That felt good.”
“You felt amazing, baby.” He lets that pet name slip without even thinking.
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Mingyu feels the happiest he’s felt in a long time. It’s finally time for him to take his dinner break. He’s in the back office, sitting with Seungcheol. They’re both eating a vodka miso pasta that he made for tonight’s special.
“Mingyu you don’t seem nearly as stressed as normal.” Seungcheol says between bites of food.
If only Seungcheol knew everything that was going on. Mingyu contemplated telling both the boys about you, and about his offering he made. He is well aware that both boys will think he’s literally insane.
“Is it true you’re seeing a girl?” Mingyu can’t help but roll his eyes. Of course Joshua told Seungcheol you’re talking to a girl.
He lets out a heavy sigh, “I’m seeing someone.”
“That’s good Gyu. Clearly, getting laid has made you happier.” If only Seungcheol knew that you were a virgin and Mingyu planned on keeping your virginity intact. Sure, you fooled around in the shower, but Mingyu refused to be the one who took away your virginity. Your purity was important to who you were as a goddess. He doesn’t care how long you have been together, but he wants to respect you.
“Cheol, she makes me happy.”
“That’s good. I like knowing you’re happy.” Seungcheol has been like a brother to Mingyu and one of his best friends. Seungcheol truly only wants the best for Mingyu.
It’s been a long day at work. Since you’ve been around, Saturnine has been crazy busy. His restaurant is no longer bleeding money. Joshua even hired Minghao to run social media for the restaurant. Mingyu won’t complain about how busy things have been, but he can’t help but be exhausted after work now.
Coming home to you everyday is his new favorite thing. By the time he closes, he’s most of the time not home until two in the morning. He feels bad for leaving you alone for almost ten hours, but you always tell him you don’t mind. You have recently taken up drawing flowers while you’re alone. Mingyu has even taught you to cook. You’re pretty independent while he’s working.
Every night, he normally finds you curled up in his bed. It’s been two months you’ve been living with him, and it’s been three weeks since you fooled around in the shower. You haven’t gone any further than learning how to give Mingyu head. You’ve officially convinced him that you should both sleep naked together.
Walking into his apartment, he finds you naked in bed. You’re curled up under his grey comforter. The comforter goes up to your hips, leaving your bare breasts fully exposed. You’re sound asleep. Mingyu moves around trying to be as quiet as possible. Living with you feels so domestic.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he strips off his clothes and crawls into bed with you.
“Hi.” You yawn as your eyes slowly flutter open.
“Hi, baby.” He has no problem calling you baby now. In his heart and soul, you’re his baby. “Can I hold you?”
You move closer to him. Lying on his side, he holds you close. Your leg is hooking over his hip, plastering your body against his.
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you might be one of his favorite things ever. His lips move against yours for a slow, heated kiss.
“Mingyu, why don’t you want to have sex with me?” You ask with your lips still brushing against his. You may be a virgin technically, but you aren’t naive.
Mingyu pulls away a little. He brushes your hair away from your face. “I want to, but you’re supposed to be a virgin goddess.”
“I would give that up for you.” You pull back a little. Your hand resting on his cheek.
“I can’t ask you to do that. I wish we could be together like that, but I respect your status as a virgin goddess.”
“I wonder if I could find you in the dream realm. Where you found me the first time.” Mingyu finds himself often thinking about that first dream he had of you. “Do you want me to find you there?”
Without thinking, he says, “Yes, please.” Mingyu lies on his back.
“Let’s go to sleep.” You lay your head down on his chest.
Sleep finds you immediately, but it takes Mingyu a little while longer. He takes this time to enjoy the feeling of you being in his arms. He doesn’t know how he got lucky enough for you to actually answer his offering.
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His eyes open, and he finds you sitting on his lap. You’re looking down at him, smiling. The night sky is bright above you. He’s never seen this many stars in his life. He moves his hands below him, he feels the comfort of a soft blanket. Glancing over, he notices you’re on a grassy hill. The sound of crashing waves lets him know this hill is overlooking the ocean. You drag your thumb across his bottom lip capturing his attention.
“Baby?”
“Yes, Mingyu?”
“Where are we?” His hand rests on your thighs. His fingers toy with the pale pink silk nighty you’re wearing.
“We’re somewhere that exists only for us.”
He pushes himself up on his hands. You’re now chest to chest. You tangle your fingers in his dark curls. Your nose rests against his as his hands roam your back.
“Did you bring me here?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not a goddess here. While we’re here, I’m simply a woman who wants you.”
Leaning in, you crash your lips into his. His lips move against yours until you pull away long enough to remove your nighty. Mingyu kisses his way across your bare chest. One hand toys with your breast while his mouth focuses on your pebbled nipple.
“Mingyu—”
He pulls away and gives you a dazed smile. “Can you make love to me?”
With little effort, he rolls you both over. He gives you a quick kiss before kicking off his cream linen pants he’s wearing. He stares at you for a long moment, taking in the sight of your beautiful, soft body on full display below him.
“You’re beautiful.” He says.
“Just for you.” You reach for him.
He crawls over you, kissing anywhere he can reach. He focuses on your breast as his fingers dip between your wet folds. You gasp as he toys with your clit, before sliding two fingers into you. Even in this dream-like realm, you’re wet and ready for him.
Your orgasm comes quickly. You fall apart moaning his name loudly. You don’t even give him a chance to respond to your orgasm.
“I want you. I want you in every way I could possibly have you.” Your words warm his heart.
He reaches between you and lines himself up with your dripping core. “If it hurts, let me know.”
“I’ll only know pleasure here.”
You hold his face with both your hands as he slides into you for the first time. Your lips part, and soft gasp passes your lips as he bottoms out. You both feel a sense of pleasure neither of you have ever experienced.
Mingyu is practically lying on top of you as he starts at a slow but deep pace. Each thrust is touching a part inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
Your hands roam his back, wanting to touch every single part of him you can reach. Mingyu’s lips leave a trail of wet kisses from your neck to your lips.
“Oh—“ you moan
Mingyu picks up his pace. He can tell by your reactions that you’re getting closer and closer to the edge.
Your fingers claw at his shoulder blade. If this wasn’t a dream realm, he would be covered in marks.
“Mingyu.”
He smiles against your neck. Your soft moans and whines are music to his ears. Your wall flutter around him. Your orgasm triggers his own. He paints your walls with his milky release, filling you to the brim.
He leans up a little to look down at you. You give him a smile, an he instantly feels butterflies. He doesn’t want this to end.
“Can you go another round in a minute?”
Reaching up, you push his hair off of his glistening forehead. “Yes.”
You push on his chest, and he lies on his back. Crawling on to his lap, you aimlessly trace shapes on his golden skin. His hands rest on your soft thighs. You’re absolutely breathtaking. The star filled sky illuminates both of you. You smile down at him as he fully hardens below you.
You lift your hips and grab his length. You gasp as you slowly slide down. Once you bottom out on his length, he holds you in place. He’s giving you both time to adjust. “I just want to feel you.”
You grind your hips forward, earning a moan from both of you. You start to move at a steady pace. Your hands rest on his chest for leverage. Your breasts bounce as you move. Mingyu reaches up, toying with your breast.
Soft moans pass your lips. Closing your eyes, you roll your head back.
The sight of you blissed out, lost in a haze of lust, is the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.
“Mingyu—“
“You feel so good.” He moans.
You feel like you were made for him. Your velvety walls pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, dragging you and him under together. Rolling your hips, you help both of you ride out your highs.
Overstimulation starts to kick in for him. He grabs your hips, helping to still you. Your eyes flutter open, and you look down and find him blissed out, wearing a smile.
“You’re the perfect man, Kim Mingyu.” His eyes start to brim with tears. He’s so in love with you, he doesn’t even know what to say. He doesn’t want to scare you, so he just smiles and says. “You’re perfect too.”
He helps you off his lap, and holds you close to him.
Lying there staring up at the stars, he knows this is what love feels like. He laces his fingers with yours. He brings the top of your hand to his lips.
“You must come home.” You hear this echoing voice in your head. You close your eyes, trying to push away the voice.
Mingyu captures your attention as he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder. “You mean everything to me.” He says before everything fades to black.
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Life has been perfect, but something feels off. There’s this hollow feeling he can’t explain. At night, he notices you seem troubled while you sleep. He often hears you repeatedly mumbling “no” over and over.
There is something deep inside of him that knows that this is the end. You’re going to go to sleep beside him, and you’ll be gone before he wakes up in the morning.
He can tell all day that something is bothering you, and you can tell something is bothering him.
Sitting in the kitchen, you’re sipping on a cup of tea, watching Mingyu cook dinner for both of you.
“Mingyu, I fear this is goodbye.” You care for him so much, and it hurts to leave, but you know you can’t stay here. You have a job you have to do, and the longer you’re here, the longer you’re away from your job.
He stops cooking immediately and turns to face you. There’s a sadness behind his eyes you’ve never seen before. There’s an ache in your heart knowing you’re hurting him. “What do you mean?”
“I feel in my soul I’m being called home.” Your eyes start to brim with tears. You never meant to grow attached to him. Hearing him call you baby, and telling how much you mean to him, warms your heart and breaks it at the same time.
“You can’t leave me. I love you, please don’t go.” A salty tear slides down your cheek as you watch him start to cry.
“Mingyu, I care for you deeply, but the love humans feel isn’t something I can fully feel or understand.” You rest your hand on his cheek. You feel things for him you haven’t felt for other people. But this isn’t the same as the love he shares for you.
“You don’t love me?” He sounds so heartbroken.
“I don’t understand human love. I care for you so deeply though.” Your thumb swipes away the salty tears that stain his beautiful golden skin.
He steps away from you, shaking his head. He doesn’t understand how you don’t love him after everything you’ve been through.
You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his stomach. Your head rests on his back.
He wants to ignore you and just cook, but he can’t. “I love you so much.” Tears slowly slide down his cheek.
“I care for you deeply.” Your hand slides under his shirt. Your warm hand rests firmly on his abs before rubbing up and down, soothing him. “Let’s eat dinner together and spend what time we have left lying together.”
He takes a deep breath, knowing that even if you want to stay, it’s not your choice.
A somber mood takes over the apartment. Mingyu finishes cooking, and you sit at the table quietly eating. He can’t help but keep glancing up at you.
“How do you know it’s time?” He needs to know.
You set your chopsticks down and take a deep breath. “Ever since our night last week in your dreams, I’ve been hearing a voice in my head telling me it’s time to come home. I know who is telling me to come home. I’ve been here longer than I ever should have been.”
“Is that why I keep saying no in your sleep?”
You look away and nod your head. “Yeah. They haven’t left my dreams.”
He stands up and grabs his empty dish. He reaches over and grabs yours. “Let’s take a shower and then go to bed.”
Standing under the hot water, he fights back the tears that are threatening to fall. You stand behind him, desperately wishing you could comfort him more. You wish you could tell him you love him, but you don’t want to lie to him.
You grab his sandalwood scent bodywash. You take your time washing his body. He just silently stands there watching you. He steps back fully under the water, rinsing off the sweet and woody scented bubbles.
Silently, he grabs your face with both his hands. He leans down and presses his lips to yours for a desperate kiss. He kisses you like you’re the oxygen his lungs need. For the first time ever, he’s truly ever felt whole, and once you’re gone, he knows he’s going to feel empty. A piece of him will always be missing. Your hand rests on his hip, pulling yourself closer to him. Pulling away slightly his nose rests on yours.
“You don’t have to say it, but I just need you to know how much I love you.”
“That means a lot to me.”
After showering, you both take your time drying each other off. Lying on his bed, he’s resting on his back with you cuddled up next to him. Your head is resting on his chest. His hand slowly runs up and down your back. He’s trying to memorize every detail of your skin.
You lie in bed together for hours before Mingyu can no longer hold his eyes open.
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He walks across the grassy hill surrounded by the brightest stars. The air has a slight breeze to it. He walks in the direction he’s being pulled to. At the top of the hill, he finds you standing by the blanket where he made love to you that night. You’re dressed in that same silk pink nightie. You look breathtaking underneath the moonlight.
“Baby.” He takes off running for you.
You stand there smiling at him. The moment he reaches you he tangles his fingers in your hair, crashing his lips into yours.
“Mingyu.” You sigh against his lips.
“Are you gone?”
“Yes, but this isn’t goodbye. I can find you in your dreams, and after some years have passed, you can make another offering and try to call me.”
“Okay. Just know I’ll always love you.”
Reaching up, you rest your hand on his cheek. “And I will always care for you.”
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His eyes slowly open, the warm sunlight peaking through the curtains wakes him. He looks over and finds your spot in his bed empty. He hops out of bed and runs into the living room, hoping to find you waiting for him. His heart sinks realizing that you’re truly gone.
Tears start sliding down his cheek, knowing it will be a while until he sees you again.
That day, he made an offering to you and changed his life in so many ways. You gave him everything he could possibly ask for. He even fell head over heels in love. He hopes one day he’ll be able to call you back to him, and he’ll be able to find you in his dreams.
