𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 — 1997, infj, she/her, in love with bangchan, jeon wonwoo and mark lee, read more
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 — skz , svt full m.list
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.
⟢ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, drinking (wonwoo refused to touch mc with alcohol involved), talks about online sex work
⟢ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom wonwoo, bratty/sub reader, big dick wonwoo, size kink, use of sex toys, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay, rougher sex, the reader is handcuffed, edging, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk, choking, body worship, wonwoo can be a little mean, crying from pleasure, mc is a little worried Mingyu can hear them, nicknames: baby, good girl, brat, princess (hers) nonu, baby, sir (his)
⟢ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
⟢ 𝐚𝐧: this one is for Wonwoo’s birthday. Thank you @aeristudios for listening to me ramble about this one. Thank you @svtts for beta reading. divider by @/saradika-graphics.
🎧: if you’re too shy - the 1975 | cherry thrill - movements | worthy- the home team | 34 + 35 - ariana grande
When it comes to you and Wonwoo you both have some similarities, but are also quite different. You both have jobs online. Wonwoo is a successful streamer, and you're known for your spicy paid subscription website. You've been on online fans, and working as a cam girl for a few years now. You've managed to absolutely make bank, and have built quite the online following even away from your site.
You and Wonwoo have quite a few mutual friends. It turns out he's had a crush on you for a while. Once Seungcheol found out, he decided to introduce you two.
The first time you crossed patches was at Seungcheol's birthday party. You're not dumb, you're well aware of who Wonwoo is. There is something about a cute nerdy gamer with glasses, who clearly has the body of a Greek god, that does something to you.
You’ve found yourself being a silent viewer in a few of his streams.
At Seungcheol’s party, you learned Wonwoo was interested in you, but you aren't in a place with your career where you could try and navigate having a boyfriend.
The entire night Wonwoo flirted and eventually you exchanged numbers. You let him know then that you weren't looking for any type of connection with anyone.
It's been six months since you met, and it turns out you couldn't push Wonwoo away. He’s turned into someone you texted often, and even flirt with all the time.
It turns out when you only have sex with yourself and toys, you start to get pent up.
THE GIRL ON THE SCREEN
Wonwoo is hosting a game night at his, and his best friend Mingyu’s apartment. You picked out your outfit with the intention of possibly trying to get laid. You've been debating on crossing the line with Wonwoo for a while. Tonight finally feels like the night.
The boys live in a pretty big three bedroom apartment. It seems their entire friend group plus some of the boys significant others are here.
The first person you see is Seungcheol. He leads you into the kitchen where Wonwoo is talking to Seokmin. The moment Wonwoo's eyes lock on yours you have his full, undivided attention.
What was supposed to be a game night quickly turns into a night of drinking games. The more you drink the drunker you get. The more alcohol that floats through your veins, the more you flirt with Wonwoo.
The whole time he's talking to you, your eyes just focus on his pretty lips, and how he's nervously pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You want Wonwoo so bad, you could scream.
-
The light peaking through the curtain slowly wakes you up. Your eyes flutter open and you're hit with the realization you're not in your room. Lifting the covers you see that you're fully naked.
The clicking sounds of the keyboard catch your attention. Looking over into the corner, you see Wonwoo on his computer. The scrambled memories of last night start flooding back to you.
Wonwoo turns in his chair removing his headphones. He tilts his head looking at you. "Good morning, sunshine."
Slowly you sit up in his bed, holding the covers up. "Did we have sex?"
"No, you were drunk and I refused to even kiss you while you were intoxicated." He says firmly.
"Why am I naked?" He turns his chair around so he's fully facing you.
"Because after you tried to kiss me, you thought if you got fully naked, I would fuck you."
The memories of what happened between you are sparse, but you remember some of it. Awkwardly, you look around the room. Wonwoo's room looks exactly how you thought it would. Seungcheol always jokes and calls him a neat freak, and it looks like nothing is out of place in his room. It even looks like he's folded your clothes and placed them on his dresser.
You look at the other side of where Wonwoo's phone is sitting on the nightstand. "I slept in the living room on the couch."
"Oh." Turns out Wonwoo is a gentleman and respectful.
"I came in here so we could talk once you’d woke up."
Holding the blanket close to your chest, you get a little more comfortable. You know there is no way you can get out of talking after you clearly threw yourself at him last night.
"What did you want to talk about?" You try to play innocent.
He rolls his eyes. "I don't know, maybe the fact you threw yourself at me last night."
"I thought you liked me?" Wonwoo's made it very clear in the past he's interested in you.
He pushes himself up from the chair. Without thinking your eyes travel up and down his body. He's dressed in a pair of God forsaken grey sweatpants and a tight tank top that shows off his glorious shoulders.
"See, here's the thing—I like you, a lot actually." He pauses, stopping at the foot of the bed. You know there is a but coming. There is no way he'll leave it just at that. "But I only mess around with girls who behave."
Your brows knit together, processing his change in tone. You've never heard him sound so stern. "Am I not a good girl?"
"No."
"I literally put myself on a silver platter for you."
He cocks his head to the side. "A good girl wouldn't have pouted and called me a virgin, because I wouldn't fuck her while she was drunk." You most definitely don't remember saying that to him. A hot wave of blush crawls up your neck.
"I'm sorry."
"I thought you were a good girl until last night." He reaches out, grabbing your chin. "I know that you play with yourself online before I met you, I'd seen some of your videos. None of your them ever made me think that you would be a brat." His words are firm. Your eyes go wide, taking in each and every word he says.
"I didn't think you were some hard dom." You retort.
He narrows his eyes, as a smirk tugs at his lips. "I'm not normally a hard dom. I like control in the bedroom, but if you behave I won't have to be hard on you."
He turns on his heels walking to his dresser. You watch carefully as he pulls out a box. He grabs what looks to be a vibrator wand, handcuffs and a bottle of lube.
"Are you going to fuck me?" You let the blanket fall, leaving your chest fully exposed.
He glances over his shoulder. "Do you still want me to fuck you?"
"Please." If Wonwoo only fucks girls he considers to be "good girls" you must be on your best behavior for him.
"Say it." He turns around, holding the handcuffs.
"Say what?"
"Ask me, tell me you want this." He raises his brows.
Without saying anything you push the covers off, leaving your naked body fully on display. "Wonwoo, I want you to fuck me. I'll be so good for you. Just please fuck me." You've never been one to beg, but right now, you'll do anything he asks of you.
He moves toward the bed without saying another word. "We'll use the traffic light system. At any point if something is too much, you need to tell me. I'm not sure what you're used to, but I'm in control."
Silently you nod.
"Use your words."
"I understand, sir." His eyes light up at the use of sir.
"You're a quick learner, princess. I need to know, what are your boundaries."
"I like choking, but don't be super rough with it. You can slap my ass, but not my face." You pause, suddenly feeling embarrassment crawl up your throat.
"Keep going."
"You can be rougher with how you fuck me. No gross stuff please. Oh and don't call me mean names. Like I don't want be fully degraded."
"Are you okay with princess, good girl, and brat?"
"Yeah, those are fine."
"Can I put you in handcuffs and edge you?"
"Yeah."
Holding the handcuffs out towards you, he nods his head. "Give me your hands." He clicks the cold metal against your skin. They're tight, but not tight enough to hurt. "If they hurt just tell me. Communication is key here."
"Yes, sir."
He goes to take off his glasses. "Please leave them on." You can't escape the thought of him wearing his glasses whilst doing the dirtiest things to you.
"Okay. Lay down, and do not touch me."
Quickly you obey him. Laying on the bed you spread your legs, giving him full access to your needy core. He walks over to the dresser, picking up the vibrator and the bottle of lube before returning and sitting them on the bed next to you.
Your eyes stay focused on him as he pulls off his tank top. Taking his time, he neatly folds it and sets it on top of the dresser, next to your clothes.
Placing his knee on the bed, he crawls towards you slowly. He stops once he's sitting on his knees between your spread legs. His large hand rests on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into your skin, helping to relax you. You aren't sure why you're so nervous. Maybe it’s because this is the first time you're ever letting a man fully take control.
Picking up the vibrator, he clicks it on. "Color?"
"Green."
He presses the vibrator directly against your clit, earning a moan instantly. He doesn't give you a moment to breathe before he clicks up the speed. Your body tenses immediately.
Your lips part, sinful moans and whimpers filling the room. He unexpectedly drags two fingers through your folds. Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back.
Without thinking your push your hips up towards the vibrator.
"Don't." His words catch you off guard. Your eyes snap open and you see him glaring at you. "Don't try and get yourself off. You'll take what I give you."
"Yes, sir."
Two fingers are suddenly pushed into you, earning a wanton moan. He clicks the vibration speed up another level, as he drags his fingers in a come hither motion, touching that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
"Let me know when you're close."
"Okay." You whine.
The feeling of his fingers and the vibration is too much, your orgasm is speeding towards you at one hundred miles per hour.
"I'm gonna cum." You cry.
The precipice of your orgasm is rapidly approaching, suddenly everything stops. He rips the vibrator and, fingers away from your needy core. Your orgasm is right there, and he stopped everything.
Your eyes fly open, and you look at him confused. You know he said he would edge you, but you thought he would change his mind.
"Wonwoo—" you cry.
"You're such a good girl, you didn't cum without my permission." He taunts you. Your eyes are wide, you try your hardest to process the situation. "Can you do that again?" You aren't sure if you can, but you'll try anything for him.
He puts the vibrator against your needy clit again. He goes back to his same task of pumping his fingers in and out of you, except this time he's added another finger— this orgasm barreling towards you quicker then the last.
Before you can even tell him you're close he stops everything. Every nerve in your body feels like a live wire. Tears brim your eyes. Another orgasm being ripped away from you is devastating.
“Fuck—“ you cry.
“Such a filthy mouth.” He says teasing you.
He pushes the vibrator back onto your clit. He has the speed all the way up. This orgasm is going to hit you like a freight train. He pumps three fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace.
All the muscles in your body are tense. It’s taking everything in you, to not lift your hips, attempting to chase your release.
"Wonwoo, please let me cum. I'll be so fucking good for you if you let me cum." Tears spring from your eyes. You pull your hands up towards you. If you keep your hands anywhere near him, you know you'll try to grab him.
He rips the vibrator away from your clit and tosses it on the bed. This time he doesn't remove his fingers. He keeps pumping them.
"You can cum princess." He dives in face first into your core. His lips lock around your clit. He's practically making out with your pussy, whilst he pushes you over the edge.
The white hot wave of your orgasm is excruciating. Your walls pulse around his as your head is thrown back moaning his name. He doesn't let up on your clit. He keeps sucking until it’s overstimulated and sore.
"Wonwoo." You cry, squirming underneath him.
He pulls back, sitting back on his knees. Sliding his fingers into his mouth, he licks them clean of your release.
"Pretty baby, can barely handle being edged." He teases.
No words form, silently you blink at him, processing everything that's happening. He turns around stripping away the rest of his clothes.
When he turns around you're greeted to the sight of his massive cock. This is by far the biggest cock you've ever seen with your own eyes.
"Should I grab a condom?"
"I'm clean. I haven't slept with a man in over a year." It's probably dumb to fuck without a condom the first time, but all the logical thoughts left your brain long ago.
"You sure?" He raises his brow.
"Yes, I want you to cum inside me."
He barks out a laugh. Walking closer to the bed, he reaches out and grabs the chain that holds the hand cuffs together. "I'm going to lock your hands above your head. If it's too much, you have to tell me."
"Yes, sir."
He hoist your hands above your head. He hooks the chains into a hook you didn't even realize was built into the headboard.
"You've done this before?" You ask.
"Many times." He smiles.
"Wonwoo?"
"Yes, princess?" He's standing over you.
"You haven't even kissed me." There is something quite humorous about the fact that he's already made you cum and you haven't even kissed.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
"Please."
Without another word he leans in, pressing his lips to yours for a searing kiss. His hands holds your face as your lips dance together. He kisses you like you’re air in his oxygen-deprived lungs. Pulling back, his teeth tug on your bottom lip.
"Happy?"
"Yes."
He picks up the bottle of lube, clicking it open he coats his entire length. You're going to need all the help you can get, taking someone his size.
He pours some of the cold lube on your core, earning a gasp from you. "Oh—"
"I'm big, so this might hurt."
"I can take you." Even if it hurts you don't care. You'll make him fit.
"Such an eager girl.” He tosses the lube on the bed next to you. "Keep your legs spread wide."
He pushes in slowly, giving you time to adjust. He goes in inch by inch. The moment you're filled to the brim, it feels like he's splitting you open.
Out of instinct, your hands tug against the handcuffs. "Are you okay?" His voice is soft and gentle.
"Yeah. Just—" your brain is having a hard forming words. He's managed to leave you cock drunk. "You're so big."
A smile tugs at his lips. "Am I too big for you?" He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"No—" you cry.
"Color."
"Green, green." You stutter out. If he stops now, you'll break down crying.
"Did you want me to move, or do you still need time to adjust?" His hand that rests on your thighstarts rubbing soothing circles again.
"Please move, I'll be so good for you if you move." You can't help but beg.
He gives you a smile before he pulls his hips back and slams back into you roughly, knocking you back. He keeps a quick and brutal pace. With each thrust your breasts bounce.
Grabbing your leg, he hooks it over his arms. He keeps snapping his hips into you, over and over.
There is a weird contrast as he leans down kissing the top of your knee gently.
He's so big, he's touching parts inside of you that you didn't know could be reached. Your hands tighten into a fist as you try not to cum too early.
Out of nowhere he drops your leg. Your eyes fly open, looking at him confused.
"Color?"
"Green."
He stops moving for a moment. He's still sitting on his knee, snug inside you, but he moves so he's hovering over you. He snaps his hips back into you.
"Fuck—" you can't help but moan.
He takes your breast in his large hand. He gropes the flesh, earning wanton moans from you. This is the best sex you've ever had in your life.
"Wonwoo—" you cry.
"Does Princess want to cum?" He taunts you.
"Please, I'm so close."
"You can cum." He snaps his hips harder.
The cry that leaves your lips is loud. You're hit with the realization that Mingyu might be home. You pray that he left long before you and Wonwoo started fucking.
This orgasm hits harder then anything you've ever experienced before. You see spots as your walls flutter against his cock like a heartbeat.
Tilting your head back, you leave the delicate skin of your neck fully exposed. Without saying a word, his large hand wraps around your throat. He applies just enough pressure to send you futher over the edge.
"Fuck— fuck." You cry out.
He doesn't stop moving. He keeps thrusting into you, over and over as you ride out your high.
"Where do you want me to cum?" He ask, leaning in even closer to you.
"Inside." You cry.
He releases your neck and drops down to his elbows, so he is plastered against you. He slows down a little, rolling his hips into you as he chases his release.
His lips crash into yours for another heated kiss. Your tongues slide together, muffling your moans.
His thrusts get more sloppy as he gets closer to finding his release. "I'm going to fill you up." He moans against your lips.
True to his word, he fills you like you've never been filled before. He keeps thrusting into you as he paints your walls with his milky release. He came so much, it's starting to leak out around his cock.
It takes a few moments for him to slowly stop moving. He pulls away from you and reaches up for your hands. He releases the chain from the hook and slowly brings your hands towards him. He unlocks the handcuffs and gently rubs your wrist, focusing on the spot where the metal started to bite your skin. He places gentle kisses on both wrists. This is the complete opposite of the man who just fucked you until you cried.
"How are you feeling?" He's still inside you, he hasn't tried to move.
"Like my legs probably don't work." You let out a little laugh. “Please tell me Mingyu isn’t home.”
“He left hours ago.”
He leans in and presses his lips to yours for another kiss. "You're way nicer now." You say with your lips against his.
"It's because you were a good girl."
"I'll always be your good girl, if you'll fuck me like that." Reaching up, you tangle your fingers in his fluffy hair. It feels nice to actually touch him.
"So was this a one time thing?" He asks as he pulls back from you.
"No."
Slowly he pulls out of you. He sits back on his knees, watching as his release starts slowly sliding out of you. He takes two fingers and scoops it up, pushing it back inside.
"Don't waste it." He says, giving you a wicked smile.
"I need a shower." You sigh.
"Let's shower together, and then I'll take you out for breakfast."He holds his hand out towards you.
"Like a date?" You push yourself up, immediately realizing how sore you are.
"Yeah, if you want me to fuck you again we have to go a date."
You can't help but smile. For someone who just dom’ed the hell out of you, he's acting pretty cute right now.
"I would like to go out with you."
Things are definitely going to change after this, but you're okay with that. Clearly what you and Wonwoo have is special.
after going on a blind date with false pretenses with the ceo of your company, things take a turn when he asks you to marry him to keep himself from ending up in an arranged marriage.
⟢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, fake dating, angst
⟢ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): business proposal, nonidol
⟢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 13.7k
⟢ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing, lying, drinking, lots of office gossip, Cheol has daddy issues, people think mc is a gold digger, insecurities and body issues.
⟢ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, they both are needy, lots of making out, big dick Seungcheol, oral (fem rec), size kink, creampie, cum eating, multiple orgasms, fingering, hair pulling body worship, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, Seungcheol talks mc through it. nicknames: darling, baby, good girl (hers) baby, cheol (his)
⟢ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ minors do not interact
⟢ 𝐚𝐧: This fic is for the SVTFLIX collab hosted by @100vern . It’s loosely based on the k-drama business proposal. Thank you @aeristudios for listening to me ramble about this story and thank you @jakedustry for beta reading.
🎧: snooze | sza | lightening - charli xcx | into you - ariana grande | bmf - sza
Choi Seungcheol prodigal son in the heir to the Choi Corporation. Being the only child of an extremely wealthy and successful businessman has left Seungcheol with immense pressure. His whole life has been laid out for him. The moment he graduated high school, he was sent to a prestige college with the intention of immediately stepping into the family business. The day after graduation, he started working for his family’s company and never looked back.
One thing about being the heir to the company is that his parents are obsessed with the idea of him settling down and giving them at least one grandchild. Seungcheol is so wrapped up in work, he can't even imagine dating. Let alone getting married and staring a family.
These days his weeks consist of going on dates with socialites and heiress that his mother believes would make a great wife.
Tonight is no different. He finds himself in an expensive restaurant with a pretty woman sitting across from him. Except this time, the woman across from him isn't someone who comes from a rich family, it's you. You don't come from money, nor do you have much to be honest. You work for Seungcheol's company as Jeonghan's assistant. The funny things is Seungcheol knows your name, and definitely knows you're not Angel, the girl he's supposed to be on a date with.
THE PRINCE AND THE LIAR
You've been friends with Angel since you were teenagers. Growing up, your family made enough to be considered middle class. As a teen you were so smart you were able to get a full ride scholarship to a fancy private school. While in school, you became best friends with Angel, the heirest to a luxary cosmetics company. Angel has always been an incredible friend to you. She's always been someone who pushes you to get out of your comfort zone and to try new things.
You were surprised when you were hanging out in her fancy high rise apartment and she mentioned going on a date with the CEO of Choi Corporation. You weren't sure why her mother and his mother were trying to set her up with your boss.
"You're going on a date with my boss?" You ask, sitting on the plush chair that sits in the middle of her large closet.
"I don't want to go on a date with your hot boss. I was planning to go out with Soonyoung tonight."
"Your mom still doesn't know about Soonyoung?" Even if Angel doesn't want to admit it, her and Soonyoung have something going on that's more then just sex. Soonyoung works at a dance studio, and doesn't live up to Angel's mother's high expectations.
"Why don't you cancel on Seungcheol?"
"My mother would kill me if I did."
"I see."
Angel holds us a beautiful pink silk dress. She keeps glancing at the dress, and back at you. "This would look good on you."
"Yeah it's also not in my tax bracket." You've been shopping with Angel enough to know you couldn't afford anything in this closet.
"I have an idea!" She shouts.
"What?"
Her eyes go wide, and she gives you the biggest smile. "You're going to go on the date with Seungcheol." That's not what you thought she was going to say.
"What?"
"He's expecting you."
"He's never met me and doesn't know how I look. Just pretend to be me."
"I work for him."
"Like you said before. He doesn't know you exist. You work on a different floor for Jeonghan."
"Angel, this isn't a good idea."
"Come on, it's one blind date. You don't have to go on another one. Just go out with him once and pretend to be me."
"Angel—"
"Babe, just put the pretty pink dress on and go."
-
The moment you sat down, Seungcheol recognized you. He knew immediately you weren't Angel. He's well aware you're Jeonghan's pretty assistant. Instead of telling you he knows who you are, he decides to let this play out. It's not like he actually wanted to go on a date with Angel.
From the beginning he can tell that you're shy. He makes small talk with you, and actively goes out of his way to avoid talking about anything related to the real Angel.
He does want to tease you a little and see if you will own up to the lie. "Angel is a pretty name." He says before taking a sip of his wine.
"Thank you."
"How did your parents pick that name?"
"Grandmother named me." That isn't a lie. Angel was actually named by her grandmother.
The dinner is nice, an even though you're pretending to be someone else, Seungcheol can't help but find you interesting. He wishes he could ask you out again instead of the woman you're pretending to be.
The night ends with Seungcheol walking you to the car Angel ordered for you. He takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on top.
"It was nice getting to meet you." He says.
"This was nice. I feel like I haven't gone out on a date this night in a really long time." You haven't gone on a date in years, and even though this is under false pretenses, this was nice.
"Maybe we could do this again."
He fishes his phone out of the pocket of his dress pants. "Could I have your number please?"
Taking his phone, you hesitantly put in your contact info. You hate that you have to write your name as Angel, but you have no choice.
The whole car ride back to Angel's place you can't help but feel guilty that you enjoyed your night out with him. You feel bad you had to lie to him. Seungcheol seems like a great guy, and doesn’t deserve that.
AN UNEXPECTED CONTRACT
Since your blind date that took place three months ago, you've actively gone out of your way to avoid Seungcheol at work. That's been a little difficult occasionally due to the fact that your boss Jeonghan is best friends with the CEO of the company. Whenever you knew Seungcheol was on the floor looking for Jeonghan, you've made yourself scarce.
You don't know that the CEO is a smart man and is well aware you're avoiding him. He's wanted to text you too many times to count, but he can tell by the way you're avoiding him that you won't respond.
Seungcheol day started with his father meeting him in his office. His father is sitting in his chair at his desk.
"Good morning father." Seungcheol says before sitting his bag down on his desk.
"Son, I have important things to discuss with you."
Seungcheol lets out a heavy sigh before sitting down across from him. He just wants this conversation over with quickly.
"Your mother and I have been discussing things and it's clear you have no intention of settling down. We've decided to set you up in an arranged marriage." The room suddenly feels suffocatingly small. The word 'arranged marriage' keeps playing in mind on repeat.
"What?"
"Your mother has a perfect woman to be your wife. Lena comes from the Park family that owns the Park Finacal Banks." Seungcheol knows exactly who he is talking about. The idea of being thrown into an arranged marriage with a stuck up narcissistic heiress makes him want to throw up.
All of Seungcheol's logical thoughts are slipping out of his brain at a rapid pace. "I'm seeing someone!" He shouts.
"You are?"
"Yes. We were keeping things private."
"Who is she?"
"She works for our company. She's Jeonghan assistant."
"She's poor?" His father sounds extremely confused.
"What she makes doesn't matter to me. The only thing that matters is the fact we're in love."
His father leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "How long have you been seeing her?"
"Three months."
"You either marry her, or the Park's daughter."
"It's too soon for us to get married."
"If she rejects your proposal, you'll marry Lena." His father stands up.
Seungcheol feels stuck in his place. His father walks out of his office as Seungcheol tries to wrap his brain around what just happened.
The door slams shut and Seungcheol instantly snaps out of it. He stands up quickly and rushes out of his office. His assistant Seungkwan stands up.
"Seungcheol, is everything okay?"
"I got to go. Move my meeting to tomorrow. Tell them I'm dealing with an emergency."
Seungcheol walks to the elevator in a rush. The doors open and quickly walks in. His office is on the seventeenth floor. He presses the sixteenth floor the one you and Jeonghan work on. He needs to get to you before you can hide from him. The doors open and he rushes to your desk, outside of Jeonghan office.
Your eyes go wide at the sight of him rushing to you. "I need to talk to you, please don't run and hide."
"Okay." You say softly.
He barges into Jeonghan's office. Jeonghan looks up from his computer very confused. "I'm taking your assistant for the day. Tell Joshua to find someone to fill in for her."
"What the fuck is happening?" Jeonghan is extremely confused.
"I'm going to propose to your assistant and hope that she says yes."
"That doesn't explain anything, Cheol. I've never seen you speak to her."
Seungcheol let's out a heavy sigh. "Come to my house after eight and I'll explain everything. Just ask Joshua to get you a second assistant."
Seungcheol walks out of Jeonghan office and sees you still sitting at your desk, looking extremely nervous.
"You're not fired or anything, so don't worry about that. Just grab your purse and anything you bring with you everyday. We're not coming back to office today."
Silently you stand up and grab your purse. "Um, sir, I can't really afford to miss work."
"You'll be paid for today, don't worry."
With your purse in hand you follow Seungcheol to the elevator. Silently, you stand there waiting for the doors to open. The elevator dings and you both step inside.
Seungcheol his the underground level for the parking garage. You stand there not sure what you should say to him.
"I'm aware you're not Angel, just so you know."
Your heart instantly drops. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I'm not mad about it."
"Angel is seeing someone else her parents don't know about. Did you know all along I wasn't Angel?"
"Yeah, I have a good memory, and recognized you immediately."
The elevator dings and the doors open. You both step out into the parking garage.
"Did you drive here?" He asks.
"No, I took the train. I don't own a car."
"Okay, follow me to my car." He starts walking toward his CEO parking spot.
"Sir, where are we going?"
"To lunch and to discuss a contract."
You follow him to his expense all black Maserati. He stands on the passenger side and opens the door. Sliding into a sport car that looks too expensive to touch, you're extremely confused by everything that's happening.
Seungcheol gets into the drivers seat silently as he starts the car. He turns on the radio to help cut the awkward silence. The drive to the restaurant isn't too long. He pulls up to an expensive looking hotel. He hands the keys to the valet before he walks around and quickly opens your door.
"Come on." He says.
You follow behind him with your heels clacking against the expensive marble flooring.
Workers bow their heads at Seungcheol as he heads towards the elevator. He presses the button and the doors slide open. Silently, you stand next to him. You have zero clue why he dragged you out of work and brought you here.
He presses the button to the seventeenth floor. He checks his watch and glances over at you. The silence between you is deafening.
The doors slide open and he hold his hand out, guesturing for you to go first.
He walks up an expensive looking restaurant. The host immediately lights up. "Mr. Choi." The host bows his head.
"Two please."
Immediately you're led off through the expensive restaurant. You've seen lunches here booked on Jeonghan schedule. You're led over to a plush booth that overlooks the city.
The waitress immediately comes over and places two glasses of wine in front of you. You can't even pick up the menu, you just stare at Seungcheol.
"I'm aware your name isn't Angel."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I recognized you the moment you sat down."
He doesn't say anything else. He just opens the menu. "Do you know what you would like to eat?"
"I'm not hungry." You appetite disappeared as you were pulled away from work.
"Please, order something." He folds the menu placing it down in front of him.
The waitress comes back for the order and Seungcheol orders himself the salmon. The waitress turns to you, and you just blankly stare at the man across from you.
"My date will take the lemon chicken." He says, handing over the menu.
The silence between you is incredibly loud. Seungcheol's eyes are fixated on you. Grabbing the glass of wine he takes a big gulp. He doesn't even bother slowly sipping on it.
"Mr. Choi, what is this about?" You finally break the silence.
"You didn't call me Mr. Choi on our date. Please call me Seungcheol or Cheol." He raises his brow before taking another drink of wine.
"That date was a mistake on my part." If you could go back in time you would never let Angel convince you to go out.
His brows furrow together. "A mistake?"
"Yes, a mistake. I lied to you, and that's not fair to you."
"I don't care that you lied to me."
It's your turn to now furrow your brows. "You don't?"
"No I don't care."
"Oh." You thought for sure he was mad about your lies.
"I'm here because I have a business proposal for you." He takes a deep breath. "My father informed me today, that he plans on setting me up into an arranged marriage."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Well you see, I told him I can't marry someone else, because I'm seeing someone and I'm very serious about them." You have no clue who he could possibly be talking about.
"Yeah?" You ask.
"I told him I'm dating you, Jeonghan's assistant." His words if you like an ice cold bucket of water. Your stomach drops and you're rendered speechless. "I know it's crazy. See, here's the thing, my father says I either propose to you, and marry you or I'm marrying Lena from the Park Bank family." You know exactly who he's talking about, Angel has mentioned her on multiple occasions. According to your best friend Lena is a narcissistic, social climber.
You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Seungcheol leans back in his chair, and lets out a sigh.
"What are you asking of me?" You finally find the right words to say.
"I'm asking you to be my fiancée. We don't have to get married right away or anything. But I need you to play the role of my fiancée until my parents push hard enough for us to get married. Maybe we can make it a long engagement and I'll figure out an exit plan." He's absolutely insane. Your eyes are wide, and all you can do is blink at him. You can't process the fact, that he basically just proposed to you.
Reaching out, you grab your glass of wine, and without another thought, start chugging the rich liquid.
"I know this is crazy."
You set the empty glass on the table. "Am I being punished for lying to you?"
"No, not at all. I just thought this could be beneficial to both of us." He shakes his head.
"Beneficial?"
"Yes, you'll move into my penthouse, and I'll take care of you."
"To sleep with you? I know I lied, but I'm not sleeping with you and playing house with you."
He puts his hands up. "Woo, I'm not asking you to have sex with me. I'll set up the guest room just for you. You'll have your own space, and we can be roommates basically."
"What about my job?" You're pretty sure being engaged to the ceo is against hr policies.
"I'm technically your boss, but Jeonghan is in charge of you. You can continue working for him or I'll get you another position. Or you can be stay at home fiancée. I want to fully support you. If you're going to help me with this, it's the least I can do." Is he offering to be your sugar daddy?
"As a sugar daddy?" You blurt out.
"No, as your fiancé, I would be your providor."
The waitress comes over intrupting this absolutely insane conversation. She pours more wine into each of your glasses. You both go quiet for a moment.
"If I agree to this, what are the rules?" You've struggled to get by off and on through our your life. You realize that this business proposal could be a blessing, you can live comfortably and not worry about money.
"I haven't thought that far ahead. I think the one thing that needs to be clear is, we can't see other people. And when we're in public, we have to act like we're a couple. The only person who can know we're not together is Jeonghan."
"I need to have someone I can talk to about this. I need to tell Angel. She won't tell anyone. She has her own secrets she keeps hid away, and won't share ours." Seungcheol wants to laugh at the fact that of all people you bring up the girl that started this whole mess for you.
"Okay. I'll get you a proper engagement ring today. I want to have you moved in by the end of the week."
The waitress walks over and sets your food down in front of you.
"By the way, you're going to have to be comfortable sharing kisses and holding my hand in public." The idea of sharing public affection with Seungcheol doesn't sound terrible.
He reaches out, holding his hand over the table. "Darling, do we have a deal?" Reaching out your grab his hand and shake it.
"I accept your business proposal."
THE HOTTEST NEW COUPLE
Everything has felt like a whirlwind. Seungcheol was true to his word, he got you a beautiful engagement ring, and three days after your agreement, you had moved out of your studio apartment into his huge penthouse.
With the help of Seungkwan, he made sure your bedroom was perfect. The guestroom that is now your room is absolutely beautiful, and it even has its own ensuite bathroom with a beautiful claw foot tub, and a shower that can comfortably have four people in it. Seungcheol stocked it, with all the products you use. He wasn't lying when he said he would take care of you. He brought over all your clothes, and even bought you a ton of new stuff to wear.
You get to work two days before it's all over the news that you and Seungcheol are engaged. As soon as everyone knows, things instantly change.
Walking into work with Seungcheol, you can feel everyone's eyes trained on you. The two front desk girls who are the biggest gossips intentally watch. Seungcheol shoots them both a smile before lacing his fingers with yours.
The two girls immediately leans in and clearly start whispering to each other.
Looking down while you walk, you try your hardest to ignore all the staring.
The doors to the elevator slide open, and Seungcheol leads you inside. He doesn't release your hand as he presses the button to the floor you work on.
There is a long beat of silence. "The people are going to talk about our relationship, but I just need you to ignore it."
"Okay." You aren't exactly sure how you can just ignore people whispering about you.
"It should calm down shortly."
The elevator stops on your floor and Seungcheol instantly can tell you're stressed. He releases your hand. "Hey, everything will be okay."
"Okay." You don't know if your saying that for him, or yourself.
The doors open and you step out. Seungcheol stays back and gives you a smile before the doors close.
Walking through the office, you can feel too many eyes on you. You head straight for Jeonghan’s office. You give his closed door a knock before stepping inside. You've never been happier that Jeonghan gets to work early.
Jeonghan is sitting at his desk leaning back sipping a coffee. "You know Joshua got me a second assistant, you don't have to rush in here bright and early now."
"I'm kinda freaking out and need a moment away from all of the gossips that work for this company." Jeonghan may be your boss, but you have grown to consider him your friend.
"Oh, I see news of your engagement hit the media."
You sit down in the chair in front of his desk. "I'm not used to this. Seungcheol is used to this, the media has always loved him. Before all of this no one knew who I was."
"The media circus will calm down soon. You guys will be the hot gossip for maybe a week."
You hate being the center of attention and this is making you feel uncomfortable. "I don't like that I know that everyone in the this office is talking about me."
"Don't let them bother you." Jeonghan sits his iced latte on the table.
"It's hard not to."
"Mina is working at her desk outside. Why don't your grab your laptop and work in my office for now?" Mina is Jeonghan second assistant Seungcheol requested he got.
"Don't you need privacy?"
"No."
"What about meetings?"
"There is a conference room on this floor and the big one on floor ten." Jeonghan has clearly thought about this.
"Okay."
Things from this day shifted. Everyone officially knows about your engagement. Jeonghan has gone out of his way to protect you from people talking about. He may be your boss, but through this he's become one of your closest friends.
Living in Seungcheol's penthouse feels strange. His large penthouse doesn't feel like home. You just feel like a guest, living here for now.
It's been a long day at work, since Seungcheol has to stay over for a meeting Jeonghan offers to drop you off.
Arriving at your new home, you slip off your heels and head towards your room. Looking through your drawers, you find some lounge wear to change into. After a long day at work, a scorching hot shower sounds amazing.
Walking into the bathroom you strip away your clothes. Stepping into the shower, you try to turn your brain off. This whole engagement with Seungcheol is still a lot to process.
Standing under the hot water, you try your hardest to turn off your brain, but you can't. You just keep thinking about the way everyone now looks at you.
There is this little voice inside your head that says people probably just think you're a gold digger.
Shaking your head, you try and push away the nasty thoughts. Grabbing your favorite shampoo, you start washing your hair.
Getting out of the shower you get dressed in the comfy clothes you picked out. Your bare feed pad across the hardwood floor as you make your way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you look for the ingredients to make something to eat. Cooking has always been one thing you like to do to relax.
Opening the drawer you find two steaks. You hestiate to pick them up. It feels weird to use things without asking for permission, but Seungcheol has told you a few time, that anything in the house is yours.
Pulling the steaks from the fridge you look for some veggies that would go good with them.
Grabbing your phone, you turn on some music. You sing along to each song as you prep your dinner. Maybe if Seungcheol doesn't get home super late, he can enjoy a warm meal for dinner.
You get lost in the music, and cooking. You plate the steak giving it time to rest. Walking over to the wine friend in the counter, you find a bottle of wine. You stare a the label for a moment, hoping and praying you didn't pick an insanely expensive bottle. Reaching into the cupboard you grab a glass.
You pour the deep cherry colored wine into the glass. The merlot tastes devine.
Sitting at the table by yourself you enjoy your second glass of wine. You're taking your time eating, hoping Seungcheol will be home soon. You know you can just ask him when he'll be home, but for some reason that feels inappropriate to you.
Scrolling through your phone as you slowly eat, you can't help but smile as the front door opens. A very exhausted looking Seungcheol walks in.
He looks up at the table and finds you giving him a gentle smile.
"Hi." He awkwardly waves.
"I made dinner for you."
You stand up quickly, and rush towards the kitchen. Seungcheol takes his time taking off his bag, and walks towards the dining area. Walking back into the dining area you place down the plate and bring another glass for wine.
"This looks amazing." Seungcheol is learning that you love cooking.
"Thank you. Sorry if you were saving these steaks."
He takes a seat across from where you were sitting. "Anything is this house is yours." He's told you this so many times. It's just extremely hard to wrap your mind around that.
Reaching out he grabs the bottle of wine, and pours himself a glass. Having dinner with him like this feels very domestic. It feels almost a little too real.
You eat in silence for a few minutes before he speaks again. "Sorry I had to stay so late at work. I'm trying really hard not to be as much of a workaholic." Anyone who knows him knows what a hard worker he is. He's always been known for speanding countless late night hours at the office. You've been there a handful of times with Jeonghan working late with him.
"My father called."
"What did he say?" You know that Seungcheol and his father's relationship can't be kind of difficult at times.
"He saw the news of our engagement, and has requested for us to join them for dinner one night." The idea of having dinner with Seungcheol's family is quite terrifying. You're sure they're nice people but they're extremely rich and live an very different life style then the one you're used to.
You knit your brows together, unsure of how to respond.
"I told them it can't be anytime soon, that we're very busy."
"Oh."
"We can avoid that dinner for a while. I have to travel quite a bit for work soon, and you won't be meeting them without me."
"Okay." Grabbing the glass of wine, you take another big drink.
"Hey." He reaches out, taking your hand. "I know this isn't a normal engagement, but just know that we're a team. I have your back, when you agreed to help me that meant we became partners." You still barely know him, but you can't help but feel as if you're catching feelings for him. Seungcheol is truly the ultimate man. It would be nearly impossible not to have a crush on him.
OH HES A GENTLEMAN
The media is having a hay day with the fact one of the cities most eligible bachelors is now taken. Everyone one online is talking about your "secret relationship." Too many threads online are speculating about how long you have been together.
Everyday you go into work holding Seungcheol's hand, and every afternoon you sit in his office eating lunch. Sometimes it's just the two of you, and occasionally Jeonghan will join.
He finds it quite humorous, watching the two of you play the role of the happily engaged couple.
You've be technically engaged for three weeks, and outside of work you haven't done anything together other then relax at home. You've had a handful of movie night, the select times Seungcheol is working from home on something.
Today, he came home from a meeting out of the office after eight. It's one of those night you didn't feel like cooking, so you settled for ordering yourself takeout from your favorite Thai food place, and made yourself comfortable on the couch, reading a book. Seungcheol barges in holding a shopping bag from Prada.
"Hi, darling." Ever since he proposed he started calling your this nickname. You won't complain though, you find it charming. You've never had anyone call you a sweet pet name.
"Hi, Cheol."
Pulling the blanket off your lap, you place your book down and walk over towards Seungcheol. "Did you go shopping?" You realized immediately that Seungcheol has a love for luxury designer items. All his suits he wears to the office are designer. Your favorite ones, being his Prada ones.
"I got you something." He holds the bag out towards you.
"Why?" You're very much not used to him buying you things, let alone expensive luxury items.
"Because you're my fiancée, and I saw this and thought of you."
Sitting the bag on the table, you pull out the tissue and find a black box with a bow on it. Your heart drops already knowing what's inside. One day while you were leaving work together you saw a woman with this bag and you told him how that was your dream bag. Your first mistake was letting him know you had a desire to own something expensive like this.
Opening the box, you want to cry at the sight, of the beautiful black leather bag, you've always dreamed of owning. To be quite honest, you're a little caught off guard by how much he's spoiling you. You have to remind yourself that this is a business transaction. That there are no romantic intentions behind his purchase. You need to tell yourself this a gift from a "friend."
"Seungcheol, this is beautiful." He gives you a crooked smile.
"I'm glad you like it." The second he knew you wanted this bag, he fully planned on buying it for you.
Your eyes start to water, you reach up pushing away your tears before they can fall. You can't help but feel embarrassed for crying in front of him. "I was thinking, even though this is a business transaction, that maybe we could still go on dates." You've been thinking about brining this up for the last few days. Angel had put the idea into your brain. Your best friend loves the idea that you and Seungcheol are living together. According to her, Seungcheol will treat you right and take care of you. She not wrong, you haven't been together that long and Seungcheol is actively going out of his way to be an amazing partner to you.
He nods and smiles. "I would love to take you out on dates." He steps toward you and leans in and presses his lips to your cheek for a gentle kiss. "How about we go out tomorrow night?"
"I would love that."
"What are you reading?"
"Just some romance novel Angel has been talking about nonstop." Your best friend has always loved a spicy romance novel, she's even roped you into reading them with her.
"What did you do for dinner?" Seungcheol asks as he removes his suit jacket.
"I ordered Thai food."
"Is there any left?"
"Yeah, I ordered enough for both of us."
You lead him into the kitchen and help dish him a plate. Sitting at the kitchen table, you silently read your book as he eats dinner.
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Seungcheol made a big deal to both Seungkwan and Jeonghan that he need to be off on time today. He's gone out of his way to plan a romantic date night for you both.
Sitting at Jeonghan's desk, you're working on organizing his meetings for the next few days.
"You know your adoring fiancé is making a big deal about some date night?" Jeonghan looks up from his phone.
Your cheeks warm with blush. "Is he?"
"You now for this just being a business transaction, he's putting in a lot of effort to woo you." You thought when Seungcheol made this proposition, that this would simply be a business transaction, but things from the very beginning have felt a little too real.
The moment you clock out of work, Seungcheol is already at Jeonghan's office, ready to pick you up.
He's dressed in your favorite navy Prada suit he owns. In his hand he's holding a beautiful bouquet of red roses.
Jeonghan leans back in his desk chair, holding back a laugh. He's eating up the fact that Seungcheol is putting in a real effort.
"Are you ready to go?" Seungcheol asks, holding the bouquet out.
"Yes." Thank god you wore your favorite dress to work today, and decided to actually wear a pair of heels.
"Did you send Seungkwan off to pick those up?" Jeonghan chimes in.
"No." Seungcheol responds before grabbing your hand.
The second you step out of Jeonghan's office, hand in hand with the ceo of the company, all eyes are on you. Blush creeps up on your neck, realizing everyone in eye shot is staring at you.
Seungcheol squeezes your hand, snapping you out of your thoughts. He stops at the elevator. Leaning down his lips brush your ear. "Darling, ignore all of them."
Reaching, he presses the button. Silently you glance up at him. "You look beautiful." If only he knows that you wore a sexy red matching lingerie set he probably won't see.
The doors slide open and he leads you inside. As more people join you in the elevator, you end up practically pressed against him.
Walking outside you find Seungcheol’s expensive red Ferrari waiting for you. He wastes no time taking the flowers and holding the door open for you.
He jumps in the drive seat and puts the flowers back in your lap.
The drive to the restaurant is filled with a comfortable silence, as Seungcheol hums along to the radio.
You've learned since living with him, he loves singing along the radio lightly, and singing when he's in the shower.
He pulls the car up to the valet and you immediately recognize this restaurant. You've booked a few very important meetings for Jeonghan here. This place is crazy expensive.
The passenger door opens and Seungcheol is holding his hand out for you. "Come on, darling."
Your heels click against the marble floor. Hand in hand he leads you to host. "Two for Choi." He says holding up two fingers.
The hostess leads you over to a booth tucked away in the corner. Sliding into the booth, he sits down across from you. The hostess sits down a simple paper menu down in front of you. This place is known for the Omakase style. The sushi chef here is world renowned.
The waitress comes back over, and Seungcheol orders a nice bottle of sake.
Dinner is absolutely incredible. You've never had sushi this delicious before. The whole time you're eating and talking you can't help but notice how Seungcheol lights up as he talks to you. If you didn't know any better you might be think has feelings for you.
"Thank you for taking me out." You say before taking a sip of your sake.
"This is nice. We should try and go on a date once, or twice a week." When he talks to you like this, it's hard to tell yourself that this isn't real.
"I would like that."
The bill arrives and before the waitress can even put it down, Seungcheol is holding up his black card. You don't even want to know how expensive this date was.
Leaving the restaurant, Seungcheol immediately laces his fingers with yours. "Do you have room for dessert?" He ask before walking up to the valet.
"Yes."
"How do you feel about vanilla soft serve?"
"It sounds delicious."
Tugging on your hand, he leads you down the street to a little ice cream shop next door. He holds the door open, stepping inside you're reminded how overdressed you are. Your heels click against the tile. Seungcheol never releases your hand as he walks up and orders to cones.
The lady working the counter hands your a tall vanilla ice cream cone. Seungcheol leads your over to a little table by the window. He releases your hand as he helps you sit down. He takes his place across from you.
You slide your tongue through the creamy and sweet vanilla soft serve. Seungcheol's eyes stay on you, watching you enjoy your sweet treat.
"Have you been here before?" You ask before taking another lick.
"I like to come here after meetings. If it's a bad meeting it's a little pick me up, and if it's a good meeting, it's a celebration."
"What would you call this?"
"A celebration, after a nice date."
After ice cream you finally head back home. The whole ride you can't stop thinking about the way Seungcheol was looking at you. Recently, he's been flirting quite a bit, and things are just starting to feel too real. You realize maybe you really want things to be real.
THE TALK OF THE TOWN
Something about today feels off. Your morning started by spilling your coffee, and by the time you arrived to work with Seungcheol you're fed up with the constant stares from everyone at work.
Standing in the copy room, you're atempting to scan some items in peace. The door opens and you glance over to find two girls who work in accounting whispering and softly giggling. Taking a deep breath, you try and push away the negative thoughts floating around in your brain.
You know Seungcheol is used to being the talk around town, and having everyone stare at him, but you aren't used to this. You feel like a circus act.
Grabbing your papers, you quickly exit the room. You can feel both their eyes burning into you. Walking through office you can feel everyone continue to watch you.
Busting into Jeonghan office, you desperately need to escape everyone's prying eyes.
He looks up from his computer and knits his brows together. You must look absolutely frazzled.
"Are you okay?"
Closing your eyes you take another deep breath trying to gather yourself. "Yes." Lying feels like the best option at the moment.
"Sit down and stop lying to me."
Placing the papers down on the desk you sit across from him.
"What is going on?" He reaches for his coffee that's sitting next to him.
"I'm tired of everyone staring at me, and everyone talking about me when I enter a room here." You say quickly.
"Don't let them get to you, they're just jealous."
"Jeonghan, it's not that easy." You sigh.
"I know. But just know that Seungcheol and I will always have your back."
"Your fiancé has a meeting during lunch." He always gives you a mischievous smile whenever he refers to Seungcheol as your fiancé. "How about we go get some lunch together?"
"That would be nice."
Jeonghan leads you out of the office. You aren't sure what he has planned, but you follow him to the little cafe on the corner. The holds up two fingers and waiteess immediately leads you to the table by the window.
You sit down across from Jeonghan, picking up the menu. You realize you've had food delivered from this restaurant before for him.
"This is the place with your favorite chicken pesto sandwich."
"I was gonna order us lunch from here, but you clearly need an hour away from the office." Jeonghan sets his menu down. "I'm going to recommend my favorite, the chicken pesto. I would also suggest getting the lychee lemonade."
"How about you order for me," you give him a smile.
The waitress comes back and Jeonghan does order for you. This place is cute. Looking around, you wonder if Seungcheol would have lunch with you here one day.
The waitress comes back over and sets down a glass of ice cold lemonade in front of you, and a latte in front of Jeonghan.
"So, how is life being engaged?" He asked as he sticks his straw in his latte.
"Socially not the best, at home with Seungcheol—" At home things are feeling too real, and you cant help but constantly be confused.
Jeonghan raises his brow, before taking a sip of coffee. "Something tells me you're enjoying the aspect of sharing a home with him."
A heavy sigh passes your lips. "I can't talk about this with you. You're his best friend."
He shrugs. "Anything you say to me, won't be repeated. He may be my best friend, but I'm also friends with you."
"Things just feel a little too real right now."
Jeonghan nods before taking a drink of the cold beverage in front of him. "You know, Seungcheol seems happier since you both started the arrangement."
He's not wrong, before all of this started, whenever you would see Seungcheol around the office he was always sporting a frown. These days it's rare you don't see him smiling. The only time he doesn't seem happy, is when his father is in the office.
"He's not the only one that seems happier." You glances at you, raising his brow. "I don't think I have ever seen you this consistently happy." Before Seungcheol, you were a lot more stressed. Your job pays you well, but worrying about paying rent and all your expenses was too stressful at points. It's nice knowing, no matter what Seungcheol will take care of you.
"I feel happier. I spending time with him, and he's great to live with."
"I think you two would make a fantastic couple."
The waitress comes over and sets down both your meals. Jeonghan thanks her, and gives her a gentle smile.
"Aren't we already a couple?"
"I'm saying, if you start acting like this is fully real, you'll be even happier." Jeonghan's words play in your head on repeat. Over the last week or so you've wondered what it would like for your relationship with Seungcheol to be real. Sure, he takes you out and will hold your hand, but you want to know what it's like to kiss him and to be with him fully.
Arriving back at the office, you find Seungcheol by the elevator, with his phone pressed to his ear. The moment he see you and Jeonghan, he gives you a big smile.
Jeonghan nudges you and gently pushes you towards Seungcheol. Glancing over, you see the girls at the front desk clearly watching you, and whispering to each other.
Jeonghan immediately looks over at the girls. The startled look on their faces as he walks towards them says it all. The immediately stand up and bow their heads at him, clearly apologizing.
Seungcheol glances over there as he pockets his phone. He takes a couple steps towards you before pulling you into his chest for a hug.
He kisses the top of your head before you leading you towards the elevator.
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CRAVING SOMETHING MORE
Sitting in Angel's favorite restaurant downtown, you're sipping on a latte listening to her talk about the crazy things Soonyoung has done to her in bed recently. It's been so long since you've been intimate with anyone, that hearing about her sex life is reminding you how much you miss sex.
"You look like you're zoning out." Angel says before taking a sip of her own latte.
"I'm listening." You raise your brow, leaning back.
"What's going through your mind?"
"Nothing." You don't want to have this conversation, let alone have it in the middle of a cafe.
"I don't believe you." She pouts. "Just tell me what's going on."
Reaching for your coffee, you take another sip of your ice latte. "Fine. I'm just thinking about the fact I miss being intimate with someone."
"Girl, last time I check you lived with a super hot buff guy who calls himself your fiancé."
"It's not that easy. We both know he's not fully my fiancé."
Angel dramatically rolls her eyes. "Um, last time I checked random men don't buy just any girl a Prada bag she's always dreamed of."
"He did that just to be nice." You look at said bag sitting on the table next to you.
"Girl, if you're missing sex and being intimate with someone, ride your sexy fake fiance." Angel has never been one to mend her words.
You're in the middle of a crowded cafe. The last thing you need is to have people hearing about your so called relationship with with Seungcheol. "Angel." You look around hoping no one is paying attention.
"What? You're the one who clearly seems to be pent up. Sometning tells me, your fiance would be down."
"Keep it down. I don't need the whole cafe in my business."
Angel smirks before taking a sip of her drink. "Are you bringing Seungcheol to my birthday tonight?"
"Yes." When you invited Seungcheol, you weren't sure if he would agree. It's been a few months since you've been faking your relationship, but you haven't attempted a social outing like this.
"Make a move on him tonight. Have yourself a little cocktail and loosen up and tell him you want to ride him into the sun." You can't even respond you just stare at her absolutely embarrassed. "Wear that skin tight lace dress I bought you. I promise you, Seungcheol won't be able to keep his hands to himself."
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Arriving at Angel's luxury penthouse, you're dressed in the skimpiest dress you own. Standing outside the door, you keep attempting to smooth out the front of your dress. Seungcheol is standing next to you in a pair of black jeans, a white shirt that hugs his large frame, and a leather jacket. Looking down at your feet, you realize these high heels might have been a mistake.
"You look gorgeous by the way."
"Huh?" You look up at him, knitting your brows together.
"You keep messing with your dress, and I just want to let you know, you look incredible." He reaches out, taking your hand away from your stomach.
"I feel like the dress is too tight and makes my stomach stand out." You've always been a little bit self conscious about your body, and this dress isn't helping that.
"I promise you, you look sexy as hell."
Your ears burn with embarrassment. "Thank you."
The door swing opens and you find Angel standing there. "Come inside now." She grabs your free hand, pulling you and Seungcheol inside.
Her place is filled to the brim with too many people to count. Looking around, you see some familiar faces, and too people you have never seen before. She leads you off to her room where Soonyoung is sitting on her bed.
"Hi." He awkwardly waves to you and Seungcheol.
Angel releases your hand and walks over to Soonyoung. You immediately notice how he lights up instantly.
"I have the good alcohol tucked away in here. The last thing I need is people getting into my thousand dollar scotch." She walks over and grabs the expensive bottle of the dresser.
"How about we takes shots to celebrate my birthday?" She smiles.
"Sure." Seungcheol responds.
Soonyoung hops off the bed and goes over to the bar cart by her huge walk in closet. He comes back holding four crystal glass shot glasses.
Angel runs off to her closet while Soonyoung pours the dark liquor. She comes back dressed in a completely different dress. She wearing a vintage dress that looks incredible on her.
Soonyoung passes around the shots. Seungcheol raises his and says, "to the birthday girl."
Everyone takes their shots. The dark liquor burns as it slides down your throat. Your eyes stay trained on Seungcheol, watching as he's absolutely unfazed by the strong liquor.
Everyone puts there shot glasses back. Standing close to Seungcheol, he throws his arm over your shoulder, holding you close to him.
"My room is off limits to anyone who isn't in here now. If you guys need some privacy feel free to come in here." She raises her eyes brows at both of you suggestively.
Glancing up at Seungcheol you see him biting back a smile.
Reaching over, she grabs Soonyoung's hand and leads him out of her room. You're left standing their was Seungcheol.
"Should we go be social?" He asks.
"Probably."
Heading out of her room, you head off toward the kitchen. The kitchen is filled with people. Seungcheol makes his way to the fridge. He pulls out a bottle of beer and cracks it open.
"What would you like to drink?" He asks loud enough for you to hear over the booming music.
"I'll take a beer." He hands you the one he already opened and grabs another one.
It's not long before some of your friends find you, and immediately start chatting with Seungcheol. It seems everyone wants to know your "fiancée". You can't blame them, he's extremely charming and kind. You spend your night making small talk people. The whole night Seungcheol is by your side. Even when he's talking to someone else, you have his attention. His hand is always on you in one way or another. His hand on the small of your back makes every logical thought start slowly slipaway.
You excuse yourself, needing a moment to think. Walking through the crowded penthouse, you make your way to Angel's room. Heading to the ensuite bathroom you take your time using the restroom, before touching up your lip oil. You stare into the mirror, and start soothing out your dress.
A knock on the door startles you. You open door and aren't surprised to see Seungcheol standing there. His jacket is off, and your eyes instantly travel across his broad chest. This man looks mouth watering in absolutely anything he wears.
"I shouldn't have followed you, clearly you want space." He mumbles.
You shake your head. "I just needed a moment. I'm glad you followed me."
Without saying another word he steps towards you. He stands so close to you, there is barely any distance between you. Looking up at him you stand a slow breath. His large hand rest on rests on your cheek. Parting your lips slightly. He drags his thumb across your bottom lip.
"You're so pretty." He rasp. You can't think of anything to say, you just slowly blink at him. "My pretty fiancée." Leaning in his nose brushes against yours.
"Seungcheol?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Don't play games with me."
A smile tugs at his lips. "I would never do that."
The moment his lips touch you, the oxygen as been sucked out of the room. One hand holds your face, while the other rests on your side, holding you close to him. One of your hand clutches his shirt.
Your lips move together as if your need each other to breathe. He pulls back slightly and gives you a smile. He turns your body so you're pressed against the wall. Your dress rises up your thighs. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down towards you.
Kissing him is intoxicating. Any liquor you had during the party is long gone from your veins. Now you're drunk on Seungcheol. His hands rest on your hips, holding your close to him. You don't know how long you've been kissing for. His lips muffle your moans.
Pulling back, his lips are smeared with your lip oil. You both look slightly disheveled. You should be enjoying the fact that you finally kissed, but right now the only thing you can think about is what this means.
"We should go home." He says, pulling away. Your stomach sinks instantly. Your heart rate picks up as anxiety kicks in. Maybe you shouldn't have made out with your fake fiancé.
The car ride back to the house, feels different. Seungcheol hand is resting on your thigh. You catch him occasionally glancing over at you.
The moment you're inside, Seungcheol says goodnight before quickly kissing your forehead and disappearing off into his room.
After finally stripping away your tight lace dress that's left you feeling uncomfortable all night, you finally step into a hot shower.
The hot water helps strip away the tension. No matter how hard you try, you can't get the feeling of Seungcheol's lips on yours out of your mind.
NOTHING MORE THAN A GOLD DIGGER
It's been a week since your kiss you shared, and absolutely nothing has changed. There are still the lingering touches from him and longing looks from you, but nothing more has happened.
It's been clear since this morning that Seungcheol isn't having a good day. It's a Saturday and normally neither of you work on the weekends. Today is different though, Seungcheol has spent all morning locked away in his office.
You spend the morning out with Angel getting lunch and you thought maybe by the time you returned home Seungcheol would be done working.
Sitting on the couch, you're mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Seungcheol's office door opens. He closes the door and pauses, taking a deep breath. He walks out into the living room and finds you sitting on the couch.
"Are you okay?" You close your phone, and sit it down on the couch next to you.
"I'm sorry to do this, but we have to go to my parents house for dinner tonight." The frustrated look on his face lets you know everything you need to know. He moves and sits down on the couch next you. He leans back, letting out a heavy sigh.
"I don't mind going." It's not exactly a lie. You will absolutely go to stand by Seungcheol side, but you're quite scared to meet his parents. Specifically his father.
He pushes himself up, resting his elbows on his knees. "I'm not saying this because you don't always look nice, but I need you to look extra nice tonight. My parents are judgy." You know what he means, you don't take offense to what he says.
"What should I wear?"
"Why don't you wear that Chanel dress I bought you, and pair of heels?" You know the exact dress he's talking about. He randomly gave it to you last week, and you told yourself you were going to save it for a special occasion. You didn't expect that special occasion to be meeting his parents.
"Okay. What time are we going?"
"Can you be ready by five?" That's two hours away, it won't take you that long to get ready.
"Yeah."
You both go your separate ways, Seungcheol heads off to his room, and you head off to your bathroom.
Turning the shower on, you let the water warm up. Stripping away your clothes you step into the warm water. Tonight calls for an everything shower. You wash your hair, scrub your body with you warm vanilla scented sugar scrub, before you take your time shaving.
After the shower you take your time, applying your fancy body oils, and lotions. Your goal is to feel as nice as possible tonight.
Heading off to the closet you find the exact dress Seungcheol gave you. The dress fits perfectly. The only problem is, you can't reach the back zipper. Picking up your heels you walk out into the living room. You glance into the kitchen to find Seungcheol standing there drinking what looks to be a glass of whiskey.
You drop your heels on the floor and walk towards. One of your hands is across your chest, holding up your dress.
"Can you help me with the zipper?"
He nods and walks up towards. Turning around you make sure your hair is out of the way. Slowly he slides the zipper up.
"There you go."
You turn back around to face him. His eyes slowly travel up and down your body, clearly checking you out.
"You look beautiful."
"Hopefully your parents like me." It shouldn't matter if they do, this whole relationship is fake, but you desperately want them to like you.
He stares at you trying to figure out what to say. He wants his parents to like you, but he knows how his father is.
"My dad is tough, but my mother is kind." He walks over and picks up the glass of whiskey. He chugs the rest of the liquid and doesn't even flinch.
"We should go." You say.
Arrive at Seungcheol's family home, you can't help but be in awe at how beautiful their home is.
Seungcheol parks his car in the driveway. The moment he's parked he hops out to open your door. He's clearly a mixture of nervous and frustrated.
Hand in hand he leads you to the front door. "No matter what, I have you back." Is the last thing he says before the door is opened.
Walking in you're immediately greeted by his mother. She's excited to see you both. She pulls Seungcheol in for a hug.
"Mother, this is my fiance." He does even get to say your name before his mother is pulling you in.
"Seungcheol said you're pretty, and he's not wrong, you're beautiful." Blush creeps across your cheeks. She releases you and leads you both towards the kitchen.
"Let's have a glass of wine."
Looking around the expensive hi-tech kitchen, you're truly reminded how different both your tax brackets are.
"Seungcheol, go get your father and tell him it's dinner time."
Seungcheol hand lingers on your lower back for a moment. He knits his brows together and opens his mouth, wanting to tell his mother no.
"I'll be okay." You mouth to him quietly.
Hesitantly, Seungcheol leaves you alone.
You glance over at Mrs. Choi, she gives you a gentle smile, one that reminds you of your own mother. She picks up a glass from the counter, and pours you a glass of white wine.
Taking the glass you stare at it for a moment before taking a sip.
"Seungcheol is a good man." His mother says.
"I know."
"My husband is a tough man, but he's tough because he's trying to protect the things he loves." This is her way of defending him. Seungcheol rarely speaks of his father, it's clear to you that they have quite a few issues.
"I would never do anything to hurt Seungcheol." You've fallen in love with her son, the last thing you want to do is hurt him.
"I can tell by the way that you both look at each other that you're in love." You stomach drops. Your feelings you have for Seungcheol don't feel like they're being reciprocated.
"He's a great man."
"I asked Seungcheol if you had any food allergies. I asked our chef to make something special for dinner tonight." She gives you another smile before taking a drink of her wine.
Seungcheol comes back alone. He can't hide the irritated look on his face. "He'll join us in a little while. Let's start dinner." He grabs your hand leading you towards the dining room.
Walking into the dining room, you're greeted by a long marble table. Four places are already set. Seungcheol shows you to your place and sits down next to you. His mother sits down across from you.
Silently, you sit there listening to Seungcheol and his mother talk. Its clear he's quite distant recently. She's a sweet lady, and it's clear she cares about her son.
The chef comes out and places down plates in front of you. The food looks absolutely delicious. Quitely you eat, listening to Mrs. Choi talk about a charity dinner she's hosting.
The moment Mr. Choi walks in the room the mood shifts. Mrs. Choi stands up to greet him. The feeling of Seungcheol large hand resting on your thigh instantly catches your attention.
"You must be my son's fiancée. The assistant." The way he's says your job title sounds degrading.
"Nice to meet you." Your voice is meek. You feel like you don't belong here.
"Don't speak to her like that." Seungcheol immediately responds.
His father barks out a laugh, sitting down at the table, across from him. A screaming silence takes over the room. The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. His father doesn't say anything else as another round of food is brought out.
His mother goes back to talking about her charity event. You silently sit there eating. You can feel Mr. Choi's eyes burning into you.
"So, how did you manage to seduce my son?" He gives you a pointed look.
Glancing at Seungcheol, he grinds his teeth. His hand squeezes your thigh.
"I didn't persue your son."
"That's funny." Mr. Choi barks out another laugh.
"I asked her out. She wouldn't give me the time of day for month. I persued her." Seungcheol responds.
"Seungcheol, you're the cities most eligible bachelor and you picked a gold digger." His venomous works sting. Wincing, You avert your eyes.
Shoving his plate forwards, Seungcheol stands quickly. "You will not speak to my fiancée that way. Darling, let's go home." He reaches for your hand.
"Cheol." his mother stands up quickly.
His father leans back in his chair with his eye burning into you.
"Mother, I'm sorry. I'm not going to sit here and let him speak to her like that."
"Baby, let's go home." He's never called you that before. You can see the desperation behind his eyes.
Standing, you let him lead you out of house. The moment you're outside, he lets out a heavy sigh.
"I'm sorry." Is all he can say.
"It's okay." You're hurt, but that's not his fault.
The car ride home is filled with silence. It's clear Seungcheol is extremely upset. Walking into the house, he pauses and stares at you.
"I'm sorry," he repeats again.
"I'm okay."
Walking over to you, he rests his hand on your cheek. You think for a moment he might kiss you. He leans in and gently kisses your cheek before heading off to his bedroom.
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No matter how hard you try, you can't sleep. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling, your mind wonders to Seungcheol. Pulling yourself out of bed you glance at yourself in the full length mirror. You're dressed in panties that barely cover your butt and a baggy shirt that hits mid thigh. You should find a robe or something but right now, you just need to to get out of this room. Maybe a glass of water or something will help you relax.
Your sock covered feet pad against the hard wood floor. Walking through the living room, you glance over and see Seungcheol office door is cracked open, light is flickering out into the dark living room.
No thoughts are in your head as you walk towards his office. Not bothering to knock you peak your head in. You find his laptop in front of him. He's dressed in just a pair of cotton gray lounge pants. His beautiful bare torso is on display.
The sound of the door creeking closed catches his attention. Raising his head, his eyes catch yours.
"What are you doing up?" He pushes his chair back a little.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Why?"
"I was worried about you."
He pushes his fingers through his dark hair, and lets out a sigh. "You shouldn't have to worry about me."
You take a step towards his desk. His eyes travel up and down your very exposed legs. Thinking maybe you should have found something else to wear.
"Dinner upset you." You place your hand on the expense marble top desk.
"I was upset, because he was rude to you." He lets out a sigh. "I don't ever want to see you upset, and knowing that my father was intentionally rude to you—" he blinks and looks away. "I just don't like that he treated you that way, and he thought he could say those cruel things to you."
"I don't care what he thinks about me. I just care about what you think." You walk around the desk. He rolls his chair back, giving you room to stand in front of him.
He looks up at you with sad eyes. Reaching our you rest your hand on his cheek. "I don't like seeing you upset."
"I'm not upset anymore."
Pulling back, you rest your butt against his desk. You stare at him, studying him carefully. Ever since that kiss you shared, you've desperately wanted to do it again.
Reaching out he silently mess with the hem of your baggy shirt. "I like your pajamas."
Blush flushes your cheeks. "I should have put a robe on."
He shakes his head, standing quickly. "No, you shouldn't have." He takes a step towards you, caging you in against his desk. The tension in the room is thick. Leaning in he brushes his nose against yours.
"Cheol—"
"Yes, darling?" He pulls back slightly.
"Why haven't you kissed me again since the party?" That kiss you shared has been living in your mind on repeat.
His hand rests on your cheek. Slowly he drags his thumb across your bottom lip. "I was afraid you didn't want me to kiss you again. I feel like I keep messing things up with you."
"I want you to kiss me again." You muster up every single ounce of confidence you have.
"My fiancée wants another kiss?" He raises his brow.
"Please."
He leans in slowly, leaving you desperate for what's to come. First touch of his lips is intoxicating. One hand rest on your hip, while the other holds your face. This kiss feels different, feels desperate and lust filled.
He pulls back and looks are you with lust blown eyes. Both your lips are swollen from the intense kiss.
"More." You whisper.
Without another word, he grabs your hips lifting your on to his desk. The marble is cold against the bare skin of butt and thighs. A shiver runs down your spine. Seungcheol stands between your spread legs, crashing his lips into yours. His lips are air and your oxygen deprived lungs. Wrapping your arms around his neck you hold him close. His hands run up and down your shirt cover sides.
He pulls back just a little to judge your reaction. "More." You repeat as you chase his lips.
Pushing his hand up under your baggy shirt, you feel his calloused hand run along your side. Pushing yourself towards him, you're desperate for more.
One of his hands moves to your butt, groping the flesh through your panties. Absentmindedly, a moan leaves your lips.
"You sound so pretty," he practically moans as his lips make a trail from your jaw down to the most sensitive part of your neck.
"Cheol." You moan his name like a sinful prayer.
He slips his hand under your panties. Grabbing your cheek, and pulling you towards the edge of the desk. It desperate moan leaves your lips, feeling Seungcheol hardened erection pressing against your panty covered core.
"Fuck me." You aren't quite sure where that came from, but you want him so badly it hurts.
"Baby, we shouldn't have our first time on my desk while I'm upset." He pulls back with wide eyes. He's trying his hardest to think logically.
"Okay." You pull back from him. The instant feeling of rejection is almost too hard to bare.
He leans in and presses his lips to yours for a soft kiss, the complete opposite of what you just experienced. "Hey, don't do that. I want you so fucking bad, but I don't want our first time to be like this. You deserve romance, and something sweet. This feels rushed and horny." You definitely weren't expecting him to say that.
"Horny?" You can't help but smile.
"Yes, this feels like we're a couple of horny teens."
"Okay."
"We should go to bed."
He helps you get off the desk. He doesn't move though, he stands right in front of you. Placing his hand on your cheek, he leans down to give you another kiss.
Taking your hand, he leads you out of his office. You wish he would take you to his room, but it's clear he's trying to be a gentleman.
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Falling asleep was nearly impossible after kissing Seungcheol again. You fell asleep dreaming of him.
By the time the morning light was peaking through your curtains, your eyes flutter open.
After last night, you've grown tired of playing cat and mouse with Seungcheol. You're tired of pretending, you want to be with him fully. You're sick of this just being pretend.
Crawling out of bed, you head to the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth. You're hoping you can catch Seungcheol before he goes to the gym for his morning work out.
Your sock covered feet pad across the hardwood floor. Walking up to Seungcheol room, you see the light peaking out from below the door.
Taking a deep breath you knock on the door. You hear his foot steps and the door opens. He knits his brows and stares at you, looking confused. He's dressing in his gym clothes, you must have caught him before he was heading out.
"We need to talk." You say.
"Sure."
"Do you want me?" You're being brave. If you want this game of cat and mouse to end, this is the only way.
"Yeah, my god I want you so bad."
Nothing else is said. Throwing yourself forward you wrap your arms around his neck. Your lips crash together for a searing kiss. Grabbing your hips, he walks you back into his room, your lips never parting as he kisses you, as if he needs you to breathe.
"You're killing me with your pajamas."
Pulling away he reaches for your shirt. He rips it off you quickly, leaving you standing there in just your panties and socks.
His eyes are lust blown. Crashing his lips back into yours, he kissed his way from your lips, down your neck. Biting your bottom lip, you try and hold back a moan.
His fingers hook into your panties, pulling them down your thighs, slowly. Mindlessly he kisses the top of your mound while looking up at you through his lashes.
"Cheol—" his name is nothing more then a desperate moan.
He pulls back with his lips slightly swollen. "Let me take care of you."
"Okay."
"Get on the bed, baby." There he goes calling you baby again. If you aren't already wet, you would be now.
He places a knee on the bed. His eyes are filled with lust as he stares at you. Leaning up on your elbows you watch your fiancé remove his shirt. He tosses it across the room, towards the pile of your clothes.
Sitting on his knees between your spread legs, his large hand gently rubs your thigh. "You're stunning, and seeing you spread out like this for me is driving me crazy."
"Cheol—"
"Seeing you last night in nothing but your panties and that shirt, practically drove me insane. It took everything in me not to give in, and fuck you, just like you asked." His words leave you even more turned on.
"Seungcheol—"
"Yes, darling?" He gives you a wicked grin.
"Please touch me." You've never been one to beg, but right now you'll do anything to be with him.
He moves so he's hovering over you. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull him closer to you. He pulls back with the same grin.
"I want to taste you."
Silently, you nod, desperate for more.
He leaves a wet trail of kisses from your jaw down. He drags his tongue between the valley of your breast. He takes his time groping each of your breast. While one hand plays with one breast, the other sucks and toys with your nipple, earning a whining moan from you.
Closing your eyes you toss your head back. "Cheol—"
"Such an impatient girl." He teases.
He goes back to dragging his tongue down the valley of your breast. He spots at the top of your mound.
He moves so he's laying on his stomach with needy core in front of him. You look down at him, and find him staring at you with his lust filled eyes.
"You're already so wet." He drags his fingers through your wet folds. "Did you get wet just from making out?" He takes his finger into his mouth, tasting your slick. "You taste just as sweet as I thought you would."
He takes his time kissing the inside of your thigh couple times, helping to relax you. "Baby, I want you taste you."
He dives into your pussy, like a man starved. He takes his time sucking on your clit while he toys with your entrance.
One of his fingers slide into you with ease. His eyes never leave yours as he toys with you. Then licks fat strips across your clit. He adds another finger, helping to stretch you out. You haven't seen him fully naked, but you know that he's massive. Just based on his built, and how he looks walking around in sweatpants. You know he's packing.
Without thing you tangle your fingers in his dark hair. Pushing your hips up, you desperately try to to bring yourself closer to that edge.
"Baby, you're so needy." He laughs pulling his lips away from your core. He never stops thrusting his finger in and out of you. "I know you can come. Be a good girl and come for me."
Breathlessly, you nod. Sinking into the overly expensive cotton sheets, your orgasm hits you hard and fast. Your fingers tug in his hair for a moment before all the muscles in your body relax. Your walls flutter around his fingers, as he massages your gummy walls helping you ride out your high.
He pulls back and slips his wet fingers back into his mouth.
"Darling, how do you like it?" You definitely weren't expecting him to ask that. You don't think you've ever had a man ask you that before.
"I don't know."
He cocks his head to the side. "Baby, what do you mean you don't know?"
"I just want you, and I'll take anything you'll give me." You hold your hand out towards him.
"Grab a pillow, and put it under your hips." Without thinking you follow his instruction. He hops off the bed and goes over to the nightstand. Pulling out a box of unopened condoms, and a bottle of lube.
Your eyes watch him carefully as he strips away his clothes. It's a mouth watering sight, watching his massive erection smack against his stomach.
He grabs the box and before he can even open it, you mutter out his name.
"Yeah?"
"We can go bare. I'm on birth control and I'm clean."
He tilts his and asks. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Picking up the bottle of lube, he clicks it open and pours some across his length. He slowly pumps it with his eyes trained on you.
Crawling back onto the bed, he picks the lube back up. "This might be a little cold." Slowly, he pour the cool liquid onto your needy core. He takes his time massaging your opening with the lube.
"I'm big, so this might hurt." By the looks of his massive cock, you feel like that's an understatement.
He moves so he's sitting on his knees between your spread legs. He takes his length in his hand, he run the rosy tip through your folds a few times. Intentionally making sure he bumps your sensitive clit.
"I'll go slow, and if you get uncomfortable we can stop." He insane if he thinks you'll stop him. You aren't sure you have ever wanted a man more then you want him. Even if sex with him is a little painful, you'll take anything he can possibly give you.
The first inch is quite uncomfortable. The way you gasped silently is enough to make his brain short circuit. He watches you carefully, making sure you aren't in too much pain.
You reach for his hand. You want to touch him desperately. He moves his body so he's closer to you as he slowly slides in inch by inch. He doesn't move for a moment, he stay still, filling you to the brim.
Leaning down his rest his nose against yours. "You feel so good." He whispers.
"You're really big," you let out the softest laugh.
"You're just really tight." He pushes himself back a little. He's resting on his elbow, practically plastered against you.
"I might be tight, but anyone would be when you have a massive cock."
He can't help but smile at your statement. You don't understand how cute he thinks you are. He reaches out, brushing your hair away from your face.
"You can move." He leans down, pressing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss.
Your first time together isn't some rough passion filled night. Seungcheol wants your first time together to be passionate, but romantic. He keeps a slowly and deep pace. With pull of his hips, he leaves just the tip inside of you. Driving his hips back in at a firm pace, he practically kisses your cervix with his length.
Everything about your fiancé is massive and the feeling of him covering you as he slowly fucks you is absolutely intoxicating.
Lifting your leg you rest your foot on his back. He sets a slow but deep pace. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, holding him close to you.
"You feel so good." You moan.
"You were made for me." He moans against your neck. "You're such a good girl for me."
You stay like this forever with him. With each thrust he touches that spot deep inside you, that has you seeing stars.
Closing your eyes you tilt your head back. All the nerves in your body feel alive. Your second orgasm is rapidly approaching. Biting your bottom lip, you try to stay quiet.
"I wanna hear you." He moans.
"Fuck—" All logical words have left your brain.
One of your hands grip the sheets below you. He picks up his pace, your grip on his cock, letting him know you're close.
"Baby just let go." His sweet sinful words push you over the edge. For a moment it feels as if every muscle in your body is tense. White hot wave washes over you like you've never quite experienced before. Suddenly you feel more relax than you ever have. Your walls flutter around his lenght like a heartbeat.
He never stops thrusting, he helps you ride out your high. He pulls back, earning a whimper from you. He pulls out of you and sits in his knees his still hard cock, is covered in your release.
"Come here, baby."
Using every ounce of strength you have, you crawl to him. While he's sitting on his knees, you straddle his thighs. Reaching between you, you line yourself up with he length. Ever so slowly you sink back down.
He lets you set the pace. Instead of bouncing up and down, you rolls your hips into his. His lips are all over your throat, definitely leaving marks in his wake.
You can tell he's getting close by the moans falling from his lips. His hands grip your hips, helping to guide you up and down his length at a quicker pace.
Your third orgasm comes out of nowhere. Throwing your head back you moan his name. Leaning forward your rest your head on his shoulder.
Your walls contracting around him, push him over the edge. He holds you flush against his thighs, as he paints your walls with his milky release.
Pulling your head back you look at him with a lazy smile.
Slowly, you pull yourself off him and lay down on the bed. He hops off and heads to the bathroom. The site of his naked butt jogging away is something you're never forget.
He comes back holding a warm wash cloth. He takes his time gently cleaning up the mess he's made of you.
After disposing of the towel he crawls into bed with you. Laying on your side you're staring at him. He's lying next to you laying on his side. Reaching out he grabs your hand.
"I love you." He says those three words you have been dying to hear.
"I love you too." Even if you were too scared to admit it, you've been in love with him for a while. "I don't want this to be fake anymore."
"It hasn't been fake for a while. In my eyes, you've been mine." He says with the sweetest smile.
"You're mine too."
He closes the distance and kisses you. Pulling back he says "We can make this real. Screw dating, I want to actually marry you."
"I would like that, but maybe we should properly date and stuff."
He lets out a little laugh. "We can do that. But I'm still calling you my fiancée."
"Alright. We're officially engaged."
If you would've known going on that date and pretending to be Angel would lead you here, you would have never tried to get out of going on that date with Seungcheol. You never expected to date him, let alone fall in love with him and end up engaged for real.
"I love you, baby." He leans in for another kiss.
"I love you too."
an: this might get a part 2 for their wedding it might make a sequel with Angel and Soonyoung that has these two love birds wedding. If anyone would be interested in reading that pls let me know.
it’s not unusual for artificially intelligent robots to blend in seamlessly to society. many years ago you found a robot that was being abused and stole him. you saved him and put him back together, and in the process upgraded his programming to the point both of you often forget he’s not a human. he’s become your companion as you navigate the dark neon city together.
⟢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, angst, established relationship
⟢ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): cyberpunk
⟢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 18.1k
⟢ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: loss of parents before the story, cussing, angst, drug use, talks of dealing drugs, stealing, hacking, working basically as gang to take down a company, Joshua has a lot of internal conflict struggling with not being human, talks of prostitution, and sex bots, they’re both quite codependent on each other.
⟢ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: multiple sex scenes I think there is 4, sex with a robot. Soft dom joshua, sub reader, he’s got super strength and uses that to lift and move the mc easily, Unprotected sex, creampie (he has synthetic cum), cum play, cum eating, overstimulation, fingering, oral (fem rec), big dick Joshua (joshua hung if you will), pussy stretching, body worship, hair pulling, spanking, semi exhibitionism, semi public sex, rougher sex, choking, nipple play, panty kink, things are intense between them nicknames: baby, starlight (hers) shua, baby (his)
⟢ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+
🎧: agora hills - doja cat | bmf - sza | pov - ariana grande | burning blue - mariah the scientist | intro (end of the world) - ariana grande
⟢ 𝐚𝐧: this is part of @studiosvt’s cyberpunk: reload collab. Thank you @aeristudios for helping me with this one and @jakedustry for beta reading. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.
You haven't lived your whole life in the city of Chroma Nexus. Your life started out very differently than it is now. Your childhood was the stuff of dreams. You grew up in a luxurious city away from this neon hell city has become. You were raised with a silver spoon in your mouth. Your father worked at a bank that handled money for huge companies like FleXeon. Everything shifted when you were freshly seventeen, after a late night at business dinner you lost both your parents in a tragic car accident.
That night shifted everything for you. The house you had grown up in left you feeling haunted. Selling it was the only way you could escape the ghost of your past.
Taking the bullet train to Chroma Nexion changed your life. You realized with the money from your inheritance and your excellent programming skills, you had the ability to never work a mundane regular job.
Meeting Seungcheol made you realize that you could hack just about anything. He took you under his wing and you joined the team that he’s made. You learned Seungcheol had one goal in life, it was to rob the rich and give to people who truly needed the money.
On one of his missions you snuck into a tech corporation. In the basement you were searching around with Wonwoo. You found an android who looked to be a test robot of some sort. With Wonwoo's help, you brought the android to your home that night.
The side of his neck had "J05HU9" tattooed on his human-like skin. It took you two days to fully reprogram him and get him up and running.
Joshua is probably the greatest thing you've ever programmed. From the moment he rebooted you instantly had a connection with your new android.
CYBER SEX
The neon turquoise glow radiates off his pristine skin. You wish you could thank the engineer who crafted him for making him look this beautiful.
Seungcheol has you out a couple blocks down from the FleXeon lab. You're sitting at a computer in the back of a van that Seungcheol set up and Joshua is playing look out with Wonwoo. You've been looking into the FleXeon server nonstop, trying to find errors in their security programming. Seungcheol's goal is to bring down and expose FleXeon and their CEO for their creation of Lavender Haze, and their legal ways of acquiring money.
Whoever designed their security programming is good. Everything is well protected, and their files are fully encrypted. You lucked out and found a kink in their almost impenetrable armor. You were able to access a pretty high up employees’ emails. Sorting through them, you found employee identification information and mentions of blue dust and lavender haze. Reaching into your bag you grab the drive Seungcheol gave you.
You start uploading everything as quickly as possible. Being so close to the FleXeon building you know they have a security sweep in about five more minutes.
Tapping your fingers you watch as the data transfers. The moment it's finished, you hit the door of the van twice. The driver side opens and Wonwoo jumps in. The back door slides open and Joshua joins you in the back.
"Did you get it?" Wonwoo asks.
"Yeah."
"Good job, Starry." It's rare these days for anyone to call you by your actual name. You have a birth on your shoulder that looks like a star, which led to mostly everyone calling you Starry. Joshua is different, occasionally he'll call you Starry, but he mostly calls you his starlight.
"I'll drop you guys off at your place, so you can take your more subtle bike to meet Soonyoung and Jeonghan." Wonwoo says.
"Where are they?" Joshua asks.
"Dumb and dumber went to the lights district." Wonwoo says, rolling his eyes.
The lights district is the scummy part of town. The morally gray and corrupt tend to hang out there. The district is filled with clubs, and even more drugs. You already know why they went there. Soonyoung wants to get blue dust, and he knows a guy who sells it there.
Arriving at your place, you and Joshua quickly jump out of the van. Joshua was smart enough to bring both your helmets.
"I wish we could just take this to Minghao ourselves." Joshua hates when you go to the lights district.
"I would love that too, but you know how Cheol works. He said I have to pass it off to these two."
He helps you put on your jacket and fasten your helmet. He starts the bike with you sitting on the back holding on to him.
Joshua pulls out of the garage. You look at the sky to see it's raining just like it always seems to do these days. Luckily, motorcycle gear works for the rain.
The twenty minute drive to the lights district in the rain isn't pleasant. Arriving at the club you know you would find them at, Joshua parks the bike. He locks your helmets on to the bike. He grabs your hand as you walk up to the crowded club. The bass is booming as EDM music rattles the place.
This place is filled to the brim with people either drunk on Pop Rocks, or high on blue dust. Pushing your way through the crowd you find Soonyoung and Jeonghan in the back. Soonyoung has his tongue shoved down the throat of some girl with pink hair, while Jeonghan is sitting on the couch whispering to a girl with icy white hair. You let out a heavy sigh. This day has been too damn long. You spent hours jumping around locations, trying to get into the FleXeon system and now you're dealing with two of Seungcheol's highest ranked men, who thought it was a good idea to get high out of their minds on Blue Dust.
"Stay back here." You tell Joshua. Him and Soonyoung already butt heads. You don't want anything to unfold between them tonight.
"Soonyoung." You yell, leaving Joshua a few feet behind you leaning on the wall.
He smiles, peeling himself away from the pink haired girl. "Starry, you came!" He shouts. By the wild look in his eyes, and with how blown his pupils are you immediately know he's high.
Soonyoung yelling catches Jeonghan's attention. He pulls himself away from his girl and stands up. His eyes are just as blown as Soonyoung's.
"You guys couldn't make this easy on me, could you?" You huff.
"You're being dramatic." Soonyoung laughs.
You knit your brows glaring at them. They could have been somewhere closer. Instead, you and Joshua had to drive all this way in the rain, after working for hours. These two are already giving you a headache and it's only been a few minutes.
"I'm not being dramatic, you're being inconsiderate." You roll your eyes.
"Ouch, Starry is more sensitive than normal." Jeonghan holds his chest like he's wounded.
"You're just being bigger assholes than normal." You can feel Joshua's eyes burning into the back of you.
"You seem more irritated than normal." Soonyoung points out.
Joshua pushes himself away from the wall, he's already irritated with Soonyoung and his nonsense.
Jeonghan barks out a laugh. "Starry, maybe if you got laid you wouldn't want to kill us all the time."
"She's fucking lover bot over there, getting laid isn't her issue." Soonyoung laughs.
Joshua pushes himself off the wall. This is going to escalate quickly if you don't shut down these idiots.
"Maybe she needs some cock from someone who isn't a machine." Soonyoung laughs. He's definitely trying to get punched. If you knew Cheol wouldn't ring your neck, you would break Soonyoung's nose right now.
"Shut the fuck up. You're just jealous you haven't seen any pussy in months." You poke Soonyoung in the chest. "My issue is that I'm trying to drop off something extremely important and you and Hannie are out of your minds on blue dust."
You reach into your pocket grabbing the drive. "Here." You shove the drive into Soonyoung’s jacket pocket.
"Cheol is gonna fucking love the fact that his edgesunner, and right hand man are high off blue dust is scummy club in the lights district."
Soonyoung reaches for your hand. "Starry, don't be like that."
"Don't touch her." Joshua is standing by your side instantly.
Soonyoung holds his hands up and steps back. "Chill, lover boy. I'm not going to do anything to her. You and I both know I tease her but I love her."
Joshua laces his fingers with yours pulling you back from Soonyoung.
"I think we should go. I better not hear that Minghao and Cheol didn't get that drive."
"We'll go now." Jeonghan says.
Tugging on Joshua's hand, you lead him through the cramped club. Stepping outside, you're hit with the cold breeze. It seems the rain stopped. Releasing Joshua's hand, you zip up your motorcycle jacket. He walks over to your bike, grabbing both your helmets. He steps in front of you, helping you put your helmet on. He buckles the bottom strap before kissing the tip of your nose. Reaching up he slides your visor down before putting on his own helmet.
"Are we going home?" He asks, walking towards you. You push your visor back up. His eyes are shifting around. You know him well enough to know he's upset. Silently, you nod.
You follow him to the bike. He stops in front of it and pauses. You don't want him to drive while he's upset. "Shua?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry about Soonyoung. I'm not interested in human men."
"Who are you interested in?"
"An android." You reach up, sliding the visor back down.
Joshua gets on the bike, and holds his hand out. You hop onto the back, wrapping your arms around his stomach. He gives your thigh three pats. Even if he won't say it out loud, you know that's his way of saying "I love you."
He revs the engine before he takes off down the dark alley. The asphalt below blows with the neon lights from above. The drive out the lights district takes about twenty minutes before you're back in the hub of the city.
Driving through, you look around at the video boards that line the tall sky scrapers. There's a clip of the president of FleXeon playing on repeat. That man is corrupt and helps run production of the drug known as lavender haze dust. His side company that people don’t know about. made an extra synthetic blue dust that's extra potent. Seungcheol is disgusted by drugs and will be pissed if he finds out any of you touched it.
Towards the east side of the hub, the less luxurious side, is where your apartment is located. Pulling into the underground apartment, Joshua parks the bike. You hop off and take off your helmet. Joshua takes off his own, and pulls your bag from the side compartment.
The parking garage has a low turquoise haze to it. The light near the elevator hums as it flickers.
Clicking the button you wait silently next to Joshua. Your neighbor who lives three doors down gets out of her small beat up two door car. She's a sweet older lady who works at the hospital on the edge of the hub.
"Late night out for you two love birds?" She's always in such a good mood. You don't understand it sometimes. She sees so much pain and destruction in that hospital and yet, she still smiles.
"Hello, Mrs. Opal. We wanted to go out for a late night ride." Joshua lifts his helmet to show her.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You step back until your back is against the cold metal wall. Joshua presses the thirteenth floor button and stands next to you.
"When are you two kids going to get married and have some beautiful babies?" If only she knew that your lover is an android. Marriage and babies aren't something the two of you can necessarily have.
Joshua is one of the most humanoid androids you have ever encountered. His mannerisms and looks make him seem fully human. His tattoo on the side of his neck could be a give away, but most people don't know that the ink on his skin is a model number. You made the choice immediately not to make it common knowledge that he's an android. The last thing you need is people snooping around or trying to hack his programming. Or worse trying to steal him from you.
"Maybe one day, Mrs. Opal."
She looks at you and gives you a sweet smile. "Darling, you're lucky you found such a great man." If only she knew that you quite literally found him, and fixed him.
"I'm very lucky." You finally speak.
The elevator dings signaling your arrival to your floor. Joshua grabs your hand leading you down the hall towards your apartment.
"Have a good night you two." She says.
"Goodnight, Mrs Opal." He responds.
He stops at the door and types in the pin. Stepping inside, you're greeted by the turquoise neon glow of the city outside. You didn't bother closing the curtains to the floor to ceiling window that looks out into the dark city. You live in a one bedroom apartment. It's spacious enough for the two of you to live comfortably together. The high ceiling with exposed metal venting, makes the space look larger than it is.
Joshua grabs your helmet from you, along with your bag and places it on the table that sits by the door. He drops down to his knees to help you remove your boots.
"I need a shower." You sigh.
"Go shower and I'll make you something to eat." For someone who doesn't need food to survive, he's really good at cooking. He often eats with you even though his body just burns up everything.
Heading off to the bedroom, you grab a pair of panties and baggy shirt. Walking into the bathroom, you take your time stripping away your clothes. Your bathroom isn't huge by any means and your lighting is terrible, but the water pressure in the shower is perfect. Your whole apartment has a radiant haze to it, just like the rest of the city.
Opening the glass door, you crank the water on. It's scorching hot the moment you step in. After missions you always feel gross, maybe that's your self-conscious telling you what you're doing is illegal. Closing your eyes, you tilt your head forward, letting the hot water relax your tensing muscles. You were hoping Joshua would join you, but you know he's more worried about making sure you eat.
You're not sure what your life would be like if you didn't have him. Being with him has made your life worth living again. He's sunshine in this dark city with a fluorescent glow, and you're the midnight rain.
Getting out of the shower, you dry off and put on just a thong and a baggy shirt. Looking in the mirror, you realize how tired you look.
Walking out into the living area, you're greeted by the smell of ramyeon. Joshua is busy dishing two bowls. Your bare feet pad across the cold hardwood floor.
Sitting down at the small table near the kitchen area, you watch as he brings over food. While you were showering, he must have changed. He's now shirtless, wearing just a pair of sweatpants that are sitting low on his hips. It's clear he's not wearing anything underneath them.
He sits down across from you. He raises his brow, watching you pick up your chopsticks.
"Are you going to power down tonight?" This is the same question you ask him every single night.
"No." He picks up his own chopsticks.
You let out a heavy sigh, and rub your eyes with your free hand. This conversation is always so frustrating.
"Josh, you need to power down occasionally."
"Why?" He's annoyed by this conversation just like you.
"Because when you turn back on, it reboots. That will help get out any kinks in your system. I have to do the same thing with my tablet."
He puffs out a disgusted sound. "So I'm just like your tablet."
You set your chopsticks down. "Don't do that. Don't act like I'm calling you a robot or a device."
"But you are." His tone is pointed.
"From the first time I powered you on and fixed your software to give you emotions, I have never treated you like a robot. I have always and will always treat you like a human."
His brows soften, he leans back in his chair. A look of defeat plays across his face. "Powering down reminds me that I'm never going to be a human. I'm just an android."
You can't say anything, you just stare at him. You know how desperately he wishes he was a human.
"I sometimes forget that I'm not real."
"You're very real. You might not be human. But you're real, and you matter to me. So that's all that fucking matters." Your emotions are high after today and you know you should have just left this alone tonight.
"I'll power down tomorrow night. I don't want to do it after we just had a fight." It's probably best he doesn't do it tonight. The last thing you need to do is go to bed upset while he's rebooting.
"Okay."
You both eat in silence. You've both forgiven each other but there isn't much left to say about your fight. The food Joshua made is delicious, just like it always is. You get up to do the dishes, but he doesn't let you. He grabs the dish and heads over to the sink.
Standing at the window that overlooks the city you stand there wondering what the people are up to down below. The city is still pretty lively for it being close to four in the morning.
You hear him walking up behind you, but you don't move. His arms wrap around your stomach, pulling you back against him.
His hand taps your stomach three times. Closing your eyes, you rest your hand on his thigh and give it three taps.
"I'm sorry." He rests his chin on top of your head.
"I'm sorry too."
"It's been a long day." He sighs.
"I want to go to bed, but I just want to be with you." You desperately crave being close to him.
"I'm all yours, baby."
Pulling away from him, you turn around. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer to you. You don't want to think anymore. You want him to fuck every logical thought out of your brain.
Leaning up, you press your lips to his for a heated kiss. You don't need to explain to him what you want, he understands you completely. His hand slips under your shirt, running across the bare skin of your back. His hand roams lower down to the fleshy cheek of your ass. Your lips don't stop moving together. He kisses you like he's trying to say he's sorry a million times over.
Pulling away, you tug on his bottom lip. "Please just fuck me."
He backs you up until your back is pressed against the cold glass window. Pulling back a little, he looks down at you. "Do you want me to take you to bed?"
"No. Fuck me here."
He grabs your hips, spinning you back around. Your chest is pressed up against the cold glass window. Your thin shirt does nothing to prevent your nipples from hardening.
Pushing your hips back against his crotch, you can already feel him hardening. Joshua’s anatomy is very much like human man's. His body reacts the same as anyone else when he's sexually aroused. Technically, his anatomy is different then the average male. Whoever created him, blessed him with a massive cock. You know deep down inside they created him to be a sex bot.
His hand dips down to your core. He pulls your thong to the side. Two of his fingers rub your sensitive clit.
With his lips near your ear, he rasps, "you're already so wet."
He slides his fingers down to your needy core hole. He dips two of them in with ease. You're so desperate for him, you're pretty sure you could take his massive size without any prep.
The palm of his hand ruts against your clit, and he works his two fingers in and out of you. Gasps leave your lips as your head rolls back against his shoulder. One of your hands grip his sweatpants while the other grips the arm that's wrapped around your stomach, holding you against him.
Your high is rapidly approaching. Your body tenses, as you struggle to breathe for a moment.
"So good for me." He moans in your ear.
Your high breaks, and your walls flutter like a heartbeat squeezing his fingers. He rubs your clits, helping you ride out your high.
"Oh—" you pant.
"You sound so pretty." He whispers against your ear.
"Fuck me."
You push your hips back against the erection that's straining against his sweatpants. He presses you fully against the window. He pulls back just enough to push his sweatpants down below his butt. He pulls out his cock, pumping it slowly a few times. Another blessing from his engineer is that his "precum" works as the perfect lubricant.
"Keep your chest against the window, and push your hips back towards me." He grabs your hip and puts you into position.
With his cock in his hand, he runs it through your folds a few times. Each time he brushes your clit, you can't help but moan.
"Please." You have no problem begging him.
The rosy mushroom tip nudges at your weeping entrance. He pushes an inch in and pulls it out. He does it a few times, teasing you. You push your hips back, causing him to slip in further.
"Naughty girl." He gives your ass a quick swat.
"Please, Shua."
He lets out a little laugh. He grips your hips with both hands. He pushes his hips in slowly. He feels you completely, he's so big you can feel every single ridge of his cock. He starts at a slow but deep pace.
Your cheek rests against the cold glass. You could care less if anyone in the sky scrapers that line the sky can see you. Joshua is fucking you so hard, your brain has stopped working. The only thing you can process is the tip of his cock, kissing your cervix over and over again.
You rock your hips back, helping meet him with each thrust. The groans that leave his lips sound sinful. Leaning forward he starts kissing the side of your neck.
"Are you close?" He rasps.
"Yes." You whine.
Without saying a word, he pulls out of you. You can't even react before he’s flipping you around. He uses his enhanced strength to lift you up, as if you weigh nothing. He pulls your panties to the side before sliding you down his massive length. Closing your eyes, you lean your head back against the window. He's hitting a completely different angle in this position.
He thrust into you at a quick pace. His sweats slip further down his thigh with each thrust. Your back knocks against the glass over and over. His lips are anywhere they can reach. He starts by kissing your jaw and then moves down your neck.
Your fingers tangle in his dark hair. Tugging his head back, you desperately want to look at him. His lips part slightly as quiet moans pass his lips.
"Shua—" his name never sounds as sweet as it does falling from your lips in the haze of an orgasm.
His hips don't stop moving. He helps you ride out your high as your walls flutter against his cock.
Your hand talons into his shoulder, lost in a cock drunk haze.
His thrusts get sloppier as he rapidly approaches the edge. He moans your name like a sinful prayer. Similar to humans, he releases a cum like substance when he orgasms. He fills you to the brim, holding you flush against him. Leaning forward, he rests his head against your shoulder.
You're scared if he puts you down, you jelly legs won't work. He leaves a few open mouth kisses against your shoulder before he pulls away.
Slowly he pulls out of you. Gently, he sits your feet on the ground. Your legs feel like they're made of jello. He tugs your thong back over your core that's starting to drip out his release. He leaves you there just long enough for him to pull his pants up and to tuck his softening cock back inside them.
He lifts you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. He sits you down on the cold concrete counter. You immediately shiver at the feeling.
"Can you take off your panties?" Your eyes go wide. You aren't sure your abused core can take another orgasm tonight.
"I'm not going to fuck you anymore. I need to clean up my cum."
Lifting your hips you pull off your thong. You hold it out and he grabs it before tossing it in the hamper behind him. He reaches under the cabinet for a cloth.
You take this as your sign to spread your legs. A playful smile tugs at your lips. Dipping your fingers through your sensitive core, you collect some of his release. His cum like substance looks exactly like human cum. It’s thick and milky, but instead of being salty and sometimes unpleasant, his is sweet. It reminds you almost of a subtle simple syrup. Sticking your fingers in your mouth you taste his sweet cum.
Joshua gives you a smile as he shakes his head at you. He runs the cloth under warm water before stepping between your spread legs. He gently cleans up the mess he's made of you.
Before pulling you off the counter, he stands between your legs and leans of kisses across your face. He has one hand on your butt and the other on your cheek. The hand that's on your cheek, he taps three times before pulling back.
"It's almost five, you need to sleep."
He pulls you off the counter and carries you to your room. He lays you down gently on the bed. Crawling under the covers, you wait for him to join you. He's over by the window that looks out into the city. He pulls back the curtains to block a little of the morning sun that will soon be rising.
He joins you in bed and pulls your body close to his. You're laying on your side with him firmly pressed behind you. You smile at the fact that you're no longer wearing panties and just a shirt.
"Sweet Dreams, Starlight."
GLITCHES AND STATIC
It's a night where you finally don't have to work. You contemplated staying in all night and just spending time with Joshua. Somehow Mingyu and Wonwoo convinced you to go out with them. They seem to be the only two that don't cause problems when they go out. Sitting in a bar near your place, Joshua comes over holding a bottle of beer and a weird lime green looking drink.
He slides in next to you. Wonwoo was telling you about a motorcycle he was looking to get soon. Mingyu slides in next to him, holding the same two drinks as Joshua.
"Why did you bring over battery acid?" Wonwoo asks, picking up and examining the drink.
"It's called luminescent." Mingyu responds.
"Please tell me someone didn't make a new drug." You sigh.
"The bartender said it's like PopRocks but more citrusy." Joshua chimes in.
"PopRocks makes me incredibly drunk after one." You've blacked out too many times because of that potent sparkly pink drink.
"I think Starry should drink the beer." Mingyu says. It's the best idea, Joshua can't actually get drunk. He really only drinks to blend in socially.
"What about us?" Wonwoo looks at the fluorescent green drink.
"I'll drink it, you can drive us home." Luckily Wonwoo and Mingyu are roommates and rode here together.
Joshua goes to move his hand to grab his drink, and you immediately catch his hand twitching and locking up. You definitely haven't seen that happen before. Resting your hand on his thigh, you give it a squeeze. He glances at you, moving his hand to his lap. Taking his wrist in your hand you rub slow circles into the underside where his skin is delicate.
Wonwoo and Mingyu are oblivious to what is happening as Mingyu is talks about some cute bartender he met.
Joshua keeps trying to squeeze his hand. Slowly, the glitch works its way out. He grabs your hand, bringing the top of it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
You give him a knowing smile.
"Shua, you need to try this luminescent drink."
"Alright." With his other hand, he picks up the glass filled with the electric liquid.
Soon a very buzzed Mingyu has convinced Wonwoo that they should play darts. You and Joshua are given a moment alone at the table.
Running your finger along the side of the beer bottle, you're mindlessly playing with the condensation. Joshua is still slowly sipping on the electric drink. He opted not to chug it like Mingyu did.
"Is the glitch with your hand new?"
"Kind of." He sighs, flexing the hand that glitched.
"How long has this been going on?" You hate that he didn't tell you the first time it happened.
"About two weeks ago." He looks down at the table, embarrassed. He absolutely hates anything like this that reminds him he's not human.
"Two weeks and you didn't tell me." You stare at the side of his head.
"Yeah. It's fine. It will work itself out." He looks at you and gives you a smile. As if he's trying to convince both of you that it's fine.
"No, it won't. I need to look at your software and fix it."
Mingyu lets out a cheer, catching both your attention. Joshua grabs his drink, taking a big gulp to help cut the tension.
He sets the glass down on the table. "Can we talk about this later?"
"Sure." This isn't a conversation that you want other people to hear necessarily. You don't want the team finding out about him glitching. Seungcheol might not be happy if one of his enforcers are having processing errors and glitches.
After Mingyu's poor decision to drink a beer after the luminescent drink, Joshua helps move a very drunk Mingyu to Wonwoo's car outside. You stand by the bike, watching everything unfold. Wonwoo reaches into the glove compartment and grabs a packet of jolt. It's a sweet substance that helps sober people up from alcohol and blue dust.
Wonwoo pulls the substance into his best friend’s mouth and slaps his cheek. Mingyu shakes his head and from a distance you can see he's already sobering up.
Joshua closes the car door and walks over to your bike. You hold out his helmet for him.
The ride back to your place doesn't take too long. Arriving back at your home, Joshua immediately heads off to the bathroom. You head off to the bedroom and grab something to change into. Opening the bathroom door, you're instantly greeted by steam and the sound of Joshua humming a song.
Stripping away your clothes, you toss them in the hamper. Opening the glass door, you step inside. Nothing is said as Joshua steps aside, giving you room for the water. You stand there, facing the facet. The hot water feels cleaning.
Joshua presses himself against you, wrapping his arms around your stomach. Neither of you say anything as he holds you.
He pulls away and grabs your strawberry scented body wash. He takes his time washing your body, making sure to massage your tense shoulders.
Getting out of the shower, you both take your time drying yourself off. You don't bother getting dressed.
"Why did you not tell me?" You finally break the screaming silence.
"Because I didn't want you to worry."
"Shua, we don't keep secrets." Since the moment you turned him on, you never hid anything from him. Long before you were romantically involved, he was still your friend and your companion. You promised him from the very beginning you would never keep secrets from him.
"I know and I'm sorry."
"Let me look at your software and upgrade you."
"It's fine? If it gets worse you can." You can tell by the look on his face this is a losing battle tonight.
"Fine." You grab your clothes off the counter. You pull on a baggy thin tshirt, and a lacy pink thong, this is the usual attire you walk around at home and sleep in.
You can feel Joshua's eye burning into you as you walk out of the bathroom. You head off to the kitchen. You need a glass of water. You don't want to go to bed upset and you just need a moment to cool off.
Leaning against the counter, you look out at the bright city. You hear Joshua before you see him. You look up and find him dressed in just his tight boxer-briefs.
"I don't want to go to bed mad." He says, stopping in front of you.
"I'm not mad." You're not lying to him. You aren't mad, you're more stressed than anything. "I'm just worried."
"I know you are, and I'm worried too." You both know deep down inside he should at least shut down for the night so he can reboot slowly.
You sit the water down on the counter. Holding your hand out, you wait for him to come close to you. He grabs your hand, stepping right in front of you. He places your hand on his chest. If he was human, you would be able to feel his heart beating.
You drum your finger three times right above the void of where his heart should be.
"It would beat for you." In a perfect world, Joshua wouldn't struggle with feeling inadequate about not being human. Him being an android changes nothing for you. You don't love him any less because of it.
You tap his chest three times again. "Mine beats only for you."
You lean against the counter. You take a moment focusing on him. Recently, he seems to be more emotional. The only reason that could possibly be is he's worried about something going wrong with his programming.
He places his hands on either side of you, caging you in against the counter.
"I'm sorry."
Things between you haven't always been like this. It wasn't until last year when Joshua started fighting shutting down a few times a week at night. He's been with you for about three years and you have been romantically involved since six months after you found him. Things between you have always been intense, but in the last year and half, you noticed how much Joshua struggles with the idea of not being a human.
"We're okay." You whisper.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull his face closer to yours. Your lips touch, and the only thing your brain can think of is getting as close as possible to him. His hand grabs your hips, pulling you far enough away for him to slide his hand down your back, and to grab you butt.
You moan into his mouth, rolling your body towards him. He pulls away and immediately picks you up sitting you on the edge of the counter.
Instinctively, you spread your legs, and pull your panties to the side. He dips down and starts kissing your knee, making his way across your inner thigh. He kisses the top of your mound as he drags two fingers through your wet folds.
He focuses on licking your clit over and over again. Two of his fingers pump in and out of you, helping to stretch you out.
Your fingers tangle in his dark locks, hold his face close to your core. Looking down, you find him looking up at you through his lashes.
He eats you out like you're water in a blazing hot sun. Pushing your hips towards his face, you're growing desperate for your release. You just want him inside you, but you know he won't until you've came at least once.
He moves his fingers in a come hither motion, touching that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.
The tidal wave hits you hard. Tugging on his hair, you try to anchor yourself. Your walls tug on his fingers and he keeps brushing your g spot.
"Fuck— Shua—" your words are nothing more than a broken plea.
He pulls back smiling. He dips his two fingers in his mouth, cleaning up your release.
"You sound so pretty when you moan." He steps back and takes off his boxers.
He pumps his massive erection, helping to lube it up before he stretches you out. Your kitchen counters sit at the perfect height for him to be able to fuck you while you sit on them.
He leans in close, giving you a wicked grin before kissing you. You moan into his mouth as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds.
He always likes to tease you with just the tip a few times before he slowly pushes his whole length in.
Your legs wrap around him, pulling him fully inside. His rose tip kisses your cervix as he bottoms out.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you crash your lips into his. He pushes his hips into yours at a slow and deep pace.
Time doesn't seem to exist when you're with Joshua like this. All that matters is just the two of you.
Leaning back, you look down at where you're connected, watching as he stretches you.
"Baby, take your shirt off." He tugs on the bottom of the thin fabric.
Pulling your shirt off and tossing it on the ground, you're left completely bare except for your panties he has pulled to the side.
Reaching forward, he grabs one of your breasts, groping it before he tweaks your nipple.
"Fuck—" you moan.
Leaning back on your hands, you push your hips to the furthest edge of the counter. One of Joshua's hands rests on your core. His thumb rubs circles on your clit. He picks up his pace, thrusting into you.
He lifts your leg up over his shoulder. The new position has him hitting different areas then before.
"I'm close." You moan.
He’s rubbing your clit harder, helping to push you over the edge.
"Oh fuck." Your eyes squeeze shut, and your head rolls back. Your orgasm hits hard. He doesn't stop thrusting or working on your clit. Unfamiliar pressure builds in your core. One specifically hard thrust makes you see stars, and liquid sprays from you, covering his crotch.
He gets a solid two thrust in before he fills you to the brim with his synthetic cum. He stops moving fully. Releasing your leg, he pulls you close to him. Your body is absolutely spent. Your head is resting on his shoulder. His large hand is running up and down your back, helping you soothe you.
"You've never done that before." He finally speaks.
"I don't think my legs can work."
"Let me clean you up and I'll carry you to bed."
Sitting on the counter, Joshua takes his time cleaning up the mess he made between your legs. He lifts you with ease, taking you to the bedroom.
It's not long before you're sound asleep in his arms.
-
It's another late night job. Minghao has a drive for you to look at. There is a meeting on the north side of the hub.
Soonyoung is already with Minghao, and Jeonghan is coming along to make sure no one is following you.
Minghao picked a better meeting place than Soonyoung is known to pick. You're at a little hole in the wall family restaurant. There is a flicking neon open sign at the door.
You're greeted by an older man who just gives you and Minghao a nod. He tends to like to come to this place for meetings. This sweet old lady is used to Minghao and his crew showing up.
He’s at one of those L shaped booths in the back corner. He's got a sea of plates on the table. Soonyoung is next to him, eating from a plate of noodles.
Minghao is tapping away on his tablet. Jeonghan slides into the booth next to Soonyoung. You follow next to him. Joshua sits on the edge keeping guard.
"Jeonghan, did you come just for the food?" Minghao quips not looking up from the tablet.
"No, Cheol sent me."
"Does Cheol not trust us?" Soonyoung responds.
"Well, he knows we have a taste for blue dust, and he threatened to end all of us if we touch it while working." Jeonghan reached for an empty plate.
"You two idiots are the ones who did dust while you were working." You glare at him.
"How did Cheol find out about that?" Soonyoung asks, glancing up.
"I told him." You don't care that you snitched on them. Them being high is a liability.
"Then why did he send you to babysit, you were also high?" Minghao says glancing up from the tablet.
"Because he knows I'll stop it from happening again. He already threatened to throw me off the FleXeon tower if I fuck up again." The thing about Seungcheol is that he's the ring leader and the man in charge, and all of your group loves and respects him, but you all know he's a very capable man and should be feared.
"He’s trying to get into Cheol's good graces by babysitting." You respond. You know Seungcheol is tough on Jeonghan but he cares about him the most.
Jeonghan starts dishing a plate of food. Him and Soonyoung start talking about the noodles.
Joshua reaches into his bag and pulls out your tablet. Minghao set down his chopsticks. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulls out a drive. With a firm push, he slides it across the table.
Picking up the drive, you connect it to your tablet. Opening the files, you see something unexpected. You open a drive called "the wife", your brows knit together as you scroll through evidence of an affair unfolding.
"The CEO’s wife is cheating?"
"He's blackmailing her." Minghao closes his tablet.
"That's illegal." Soonyoung says between bites.
"We can add it to FleXeon’s long list." Jeonghan rolls his eyes.
"There is some code that's blocking some security footage that I can’t figure out. I'm pretty sure you can break it."
"Should we be discussing this here?" Joshua finally speaks up.
"There isn't a soul in here and Ms. Rose knows to stay quiet. I make sure she's paid well for the trouble." You glance over to see the neon flickering open sign is turned off and the door is shut.
"I'll work on getting in. When do you want the drive back?"
"After you crack the code. Seungcheol wants a team meeting soon anywhere." Pulling the drive out, you hand it and your tablet back to Joshua. You notice immediately his hand glitches as he tries to grab the tablet. He closes his eyes as if he's trying to focus. His hand finally works and he's able to put your tablet away.
Minghao flags over Ms. Rose and hands her a hefty wad of cash. You and the boys all make your way out the door. Soonyoung and Minghao head off to their care and you follow Jeonghan off towards his. Seungcheol put him in charge of being the driver tonight.
Arriving at the apartment, Joshua is holding your bag and your hand. The elevator ride is quiet except for the hum of the elevator. The doors ding and slide open.
Walking into your apartment, you take off your shoes and immediately get your other tablet out. Moving to the kitchen table, you start sorting through all coding.
Joshua disappears for a while before coming back dressed just in a pair of sweatpants. Glancing over into the living area by the window, you see him messing with his hand. He needs to power down and reboot but you don't want to argue with him tonight.
"Are you hungry?" Joshua asks, walking towards the kitchen area.
"Yeah. I didn't really feel like eating at the meeting." In those kinds of setting, you don't normally have an appetite.
"I can cook you dinner."
"Can you make us ramyeon?"
"Yeah."
He moves around the kitchen quietly while you work on finding the coding Minghao mentioned. This job seems bigger than anything your job has ever done. Seungcheol’s goal is to take down FleXeon and to steal money from them. Once this job is done, and if it goes down correctly, you will have enough money for the rest of your life.
Once this job is done, maybe you and Joshua can find a bigger place or take a trip somewhere. You stop typing and just stare at your tablet. Maybe you and Joshua could live a more comfortable life. A life that doesn't involve you constantly doing something illegal. Honestly you don't really need a bigger space. This loft style apartment is perfect for you both. As long as you're together, you don't feel like you need more.
"Starlight?" Joshua sits down at the table across from you.
"Yeah?"
"You're zoning out."
He puts your bowl down in front of you. You close your and pick up your chopsticks. "I'm just thinking about what we can do after this job."
"What do you want to do?" He picks up his own chopsticks
"I don't know. Maybe we could leave the crew and stop working these jobs."
"We can if you want to."
"I thought about even moving."
Joshua glances around the apartment. "But this is our home."
"I know. I love this apartment and it feels like our home. Maybe we can take a vacation. Get some space from this city."
He reaches across the small table taking your hand in his. "I'll follow you anywhere you want to go." Joshua loves you so much, and it's not because you programmed him to love you. You made sure when you fixed his programming after you found him, you gave him emotions and free will. He fell in love with you because he wanted to.
You aren't sure what you want to do, you just know that whatever happens, you want him by your side.
THE NEON GLOW IN YOUR EYES
The lights district is definitely your least favorite part of the city. You finished working another stake out and a handful of the guys convinced you and Joshua to go out.
Standing by the table, you watch the large tv that hangs in the middle. There is a press conference with FleXeon CEO Kang Dohyun. Your eyes focus trying to read the subtitles as they sprawl across the screen. The company is working on putting out another line of androids similar to Joshua. It doesn't sit right with you that people are making androids to basically be worker and sex bots. Next to you are Chan, Soonyoung and Mingyu. Joshua is at the bar with Wonwoo and Jeonghan.
Glancing over, you see Chan pull out a container of blue dust. At this point, half your crew does it during their off time. You tried it a few times when you first joined the crew. The powder feels like instant adrenaline with heightened emotions that fades into relaxation.
You think the only ones in your crew who don’t mess with this stuff are Seungcheol, Joshua, Wonwoo, and you.
Soonyoung nudges your shoulder holding out the vile light blue powder in it. "You want a bump?"
"Soonyoung—"
"Come on, you're stressed and this will help." He raises his brow.
You glance over at the bar, seeing Joshua talk to the boys. He must feel you looking at him, he turns and gives you a smile, tilting his head.
Maybe Soonyoung is right, maybe this will take the edge off. Grabbing the vile from his hand, you pour a small dab on the back of your hand. You lick it off in one quick swipe or the tongue.
Taking a slow deep breath, the high feels like ice rushing through your veins. Your eyes feel incredibly heavy for a moment. The flutter and you instantly see Joshua's eyes locked on yours.
Joshua hands his drink off to Wonwoo and rushes over to you. Every single nerve in your body feels electric. The moment he's in front of you, he rests his hand on your cheek.
"Starlight, what did you do?" He leans in close so you can hear him over the booming music.
"Dust." Your pupils are blown wide as you share him.
Joshua hits Soonyoung's arm capturing his attention. "How much did she take?!" Joshua shouts over the music.
"A small hit, she's fine. Give her an hour and she'll be relaxed."
"I don't want her on the back of my bike in an hour."
Leaning in close Joshua brushes his nose against yours, helping to center you.
"Baby."
"Yes, Shua?"
Wonwoo and Jeonghan join the rest of the group. Wonwoo instantly can tell by Joshua's uneasiness what has unfolded.
"Did she take a hit?" Jeonghan asks.
"Yeah!" Chan shouts over the music.
"She hasn't done dust in years." Jeonghan says, patting Joshua on the back.
"Do you want me to get the jolt out of my car?" Wonwoo asks Joshua.
Joshua takes your face in both hands. There is a neon glow from the lights above shining in your blown pupils. He's seen you drunk before, but he's never seen you high.
"Do you want Wonwoo to get you a jolt?"
"I don't want to think anymore tonight." Between trying to take down FleXeon and worrying about Joshua and his software glitches, for once, you just want to shut down your brain that won't stop spinning.
"Wonwoo, later can you take the bike home and I'll drive your car?"
"Yeah." Wonwoo is a wise man, and he's well aware that something deeper is unfolding.
The booming music feels like it's rattling your chest. Joshua's hand stays on your waist, holding you close. Your eyes find Soonyoung's blown pupils staring back at you. For a while now, Soonyoung has had a love for the shimmery blue dust. He's the type that will take another hit before the relaxation kicks in.
Soonyoung has his eyes on a pretty blonde girl on the dance floor. He starts whispering something in her ear.
Before you start to dip down, you just want to enjoy this feeling. Reaching out, you grab Joshua's hand.
"I want to dance." You say with your lips against his ear.
He just nods. He takes your hand, leading to the crowded dance floor. Soonyoung is already dancing with the blonde, and Chan has found himself a pretty girl.
The whole time you're dancing with Joshua, every single sensation feels heightened to the max. The feeling of his hands on your body is electric.
Your hands are wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to you. Connecting your lips to the side of his neck, you kiss your way across his synthetic skin. Running your tongue along the "J05HU9" that runs down the side of his neck.
"I want you." You say just loud enough for him to hear.
He pulls away and looks at you with big doe eyes. He looks utterly confused as he just blinks at you. "Not like this."
He doesn't like having sex with you when you're drunk. You know there's no way he'll have sex with you while you're high.
"Oh." You pull back.
Shaking his head, he grabs your hand. "Starlight, not like this."
A slow, steady warmth starts taking over you. Your heightened emotions are making you crash. The feeling of rejection is crushing.
"Baby." He takes your face in both hands. "We're okay."
All you can do is blink at him. "You don't want me?"
"I always want you. I just need to take care of you tonight."
He leans in close, resting his nose against yours. He presses his lips to yours for three quick kisses.
"Should we sit down?" You pull back from him.
Taking your hand, he leads you back toward the table where Wonwoo, Jeonghan and quite high Mingyu are sitting.
If you were sober, you might enjoy the fact that Jeonghan is trying to be on his best behavior since Seungcheol clearly put him in his place.
Joshua helps slide you into the booth. He sits down next to you. His hand laces with yours, holding it in his lap.
Slowly, your heightened emotions are starting to dissipate. A jelly-like feeling is starting to take over. You feel incredibly calm and relaxed.
Closing your eyes you lean against Joshua. "I'm ready for bed." You mumble. It's been over an hour since you took a hit and your body is starting to crash.
"I think it's time Starry goes home." Jeonghan says before taking a sip of his beer.
"Do you want my car?" Wonwoo asks.
"How is Mingyu going to get home if you just have the bike?" Joshua asks.
"We all should head out. I'll take the bike, and you can take my car." Jeonghan says.
"Soonyoung and Chan left with those girls. I'm good riding the bike."
Joshua gets out of the booth and picks you up effortlessly. He holds you close, making his way through the crowded club. Mingyu follows behind Wonwoo closely.
Arriving at Jeonghan's car, Joshua sits you in the passenger seat. Looking over at Wonwoo's car, you see him pouring a jolt into Mingyu's mouth. Joshua works on buckling you up before giving Jeonghan his motorcycle helmet and his jacket.
Joshua hops in the car. "We'll be home soon."
The ride back to your apartment feels like a blur. Joshua parks the car and Jeonghan pulls up behind you on the bike. Jeonghan helps Joshua get you upstairs. Joshua lays you in bed and strips away your clothes, leaving you in just your panties. Going over to the closet, he grabs a baggy shirt and helps you pull it on.
"I need to thank Jeonghan, and then I'll be back." He leans down and kisses your forehead.
Heading out into the living area he finds Jeonghan sipping on a glass of water looking out into the fluorescent cityscape.
"I haven't seen her like that since she found you." Jeonghan says. Joshua doesn't say anything. He's not quite sure how to respond. "I used to think what she has with you isn't healthy for her, but I think it's the opposite. You ground her in a good way. You've become a home for her. She loves you so much, and it's clear you love her."
"Jeonghan, I love her so much."
"Did she program you to love her?" Jeonghan glances over at the android standing next to him.
"No. I have free will, emotions and feelings. The only thing she did was program me to make me have normal emotions humans have." Joshua's eyes bounce around the room. "When I first told her I liked her, she asked me if I made that choice on my own. Or if I felt like I owed her something."
"Do you think you owe her something?" Jeonghan loves you and only wants to protect you.
"No. I just can't help that I fell in love with her."
Jeonghan reaches up, patting Joshua on the back. "I used to worry about her all the time. Cheol found her right after she lost her family. She was so lost and lonely. He took her in and she joined our group. She used to live with me in the beginning. I would find her crying sometime in the middle of the night. Those nights used to rip my heart out. I just wanted to see her happy, and I hoped one day she would find someone who could love and care for her like she deserved." He pauses and looks back at the city. "I didn't think it would be an android she found, but finding you made a light start burning inside of her. Falling in love with you made her so bright."
"Jeonghan."
"You don't have to say anything else. Just do me a favor and always take care of her. Even if she wants to walk away from this crew, I just want to know you'll always be with her."
"I will."
"I should go." Jeonghan pats him on his back one more time before heading out.
Joshua stands there for a moment, locked into place. He knows before him you were a mess, and he doesn't remember his life before you turned him on, but he knows what little life he had before you got together, hollow and empty before you fell in love.
His hand feels weird. He looks down and tries to squeeze his hand. He takes a moment, trying to focus on getting rid of the glitch. He's just glad Jeonghan didn't witness this. It takes minutes before he starts feeling normal.
Walking back into the bedroom, he finds you sound asleep in bed. He strips away his clothes and stays just in his boxes-briefs. Pulling the covers back he curls up next to you.
He pulls your body close to his. He kisses the top of your head and whispers, "I love you."
REBOOT AND RESTART
Stationed outside Quantum Tower where CEO Kang lives, you're in the back of a truck with Jeonghan. Joshua is standing outside acting as a guard. Chan is roaming the area with Vernon.
Sitting in the driver’s seat is Seungcheol. It's quite unusual for him to go out on missions. He's got Jihoon at the base, his third in command, with some of the secondary team at FleXeon tower with Minghao looking into their security coding, while Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Soonyoung are running the perimeter there.
"So, the wife is fucking one of the broad members?" Seungcheol asks, looking into the back of the mirror.
"It seems that way." You're tapping away at your tablet. You're trying to access the wife’s financial records.
"It looks like she was being blackmailed by someone anonymous that the CEO hired." Jeonghan chimes in.
"Why is he blackmailing her?" Seungcheol asks.
"Because he's afraid she knows too much." You've managed to find her records and discover she's been paying large sums of money to an unknown account.
"Something else is going on with her." You say.
"What?" Jeonghan asks.
"A different account is sending her large payments from her."
There are two taps on the door, before Joshua slides the door open. Chan and Vernon pile in.
"We got to go. Security is doing a perimeter sweep."
You pull the drive from your tablet and hand it to Seungcheol. "Have Minghao look into this. See if he can figure out who owns this account. "
Seungcheol slides it into this jacket pocket. Jeonghan crawls into the front seat next to Seungcheol. Vernon and Chan buckle up.
"Alright let's head out." Seungcheol nods and shifts the car into drive. Joshua moves into the seat next to you.
Looking down at his lap, you see Joshua's hand is fully locked up. Reaching down, you take his wrist in your hand. You slowly start dragging your thumb across the delicate synthetic skin on the inside of his wrist, helping to soothe him.
No matter what happens tonight, you know that Joshua needs to shut down and reboot.
The ride to Seungcheol place is about twenty minutes. He lives in an apartment on the outskirts of the hub.
Seungcheol parks the car and everyone piles out. Entering the elevator, it's quite full. Joshua is pressed against the wall with your back plastered to his front. His arm is wrapped around you, holding you close to him. Glancing up, you find Jeonghan carefully watching you. Closing your eyes, you lean your head back against Joshua's chest.
The doors dig and Seungcheol steps out. The whole crew follows closely behind. Piling into Seungcheol place, you find the girl that lives with him. You don't know much about her. According to Seungcheol she's a childhood friend he looks after. The moment she sees everyone enter, she scurries off towards her bedroom. The door closes and shortly after Jihoon, Soonyoung and Minghao walk in.
Vernon sits down on the couch with Chan. Jeonghan immediately goes off to the kitchen. Seungcheol is standing by the window with Minghao and Soonyoung scrolling through his tablet.
Joshua is standing next to you. His hand keeps glitching. Looking down, you see him trying to get it to stop. Reaching down, you grab his hand. Maybe if you mess with it, it will help distract him.
"Kang is definitely making lavender haze, and his wife is well aware of it. It's clear he's just not making tech for androids like Joshua." Seungcheol walks over. "I think if we shut down his system, we can copy the software coding he used for his androids, wipe his accounts and set him up."
"How would we set him up?" Jeonghan asks, walking back into the living room.
"We're gonna make sure everyone knows FleXeon created lavender haze."
"I think between me and Starry, we could hack the programming and any of the FleXeon androids can be reset to have emotions and memories like Joshua." You knew at some point the software edits you did to fix Joshua would end up being used again. If Seungcheol wants to fix the FleXeon androids, you will. All the androids he has out in the city being workers and sex bots deserve a chance to feel human like Joshua.
You give Joshua's hand a squeeze. "We could do it."
"Hao, I'm going to have you see who is paying the wife." Seungcheol tosses the drive towards him.
Minghao catches it and salutes him. "Next week I want to send Soonyoung and Vernon into the building. Starry, see if you can shut down their security system for a few minutes."
"Okay." You're pretty sure you should be able to do that no problem.
"Alright, you're all free. I should check on Angel." Angel is the girl who lives with him. She's one of the few people who Seungcheol will show his softer side to.
Joshua walks over to the table and grabs both your helmets. You're exhausted, it's almost three in the morning. This mission tonight has lasted longer than planned.
Heading down to the garage, the elevator is filled with most of the group. Jeonghan and Jihoon stayed behind.
The doors open and everyone immediately starts going their separate ways. Wonwoo and Mingyu head off to Wonwoo's car. Vernon and Chan head off to their cars. Soonyoung and Minghao both walk towards their bikes they took here.
Joshua takes his time helping you put on your helmet.
"How is your hand?" You ask, watching him put on his own helmet.
"It's fine." He squeezes his hand to show you it works. You both know it's not truly fine.
He hops on the bike, and holds his hand out. You hop on behind him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you hold on. Driving out of the garage, you're hit with the sight of the wet asphalt. It must have rained while you were having your meet. The city neon haze leaves the wet roads glimmering in a glow of turquoise.
The ride back home is short. Joshua seems too quiet. You hate this feeling of impending doom.
Entering the home you share, Joshua takes your helmet before he heads off to the bedroom.
Following behind him, you start getting ready for bed. You get dressed in your normal sleeping attire. Joshua leaves after stripping down to a pair of boxers.
Walking into the living area, you find him staring out into the city below.
"Shua." He turns around.
"I won't fight you on shutting down tonight." You both know there is no point in fighting about this anymore.
"You'll only be down for about two hours. I just need to reboot your system."
"Okay." He lets out a sigh.
Walking off to the bedroom, Joshua lays on his side of the bed. Crawling into the bed next to him, you sit on your knees. He leans up, resting his hand on your cheek. He presses his lips to yours for a kiss.
He rests his hand on your thigh and gives it three taps. "I love you too." You respond.
He reaches behind his left ear and holds down a button that is barely visible. His eyes turn a bright blue before they shut. His whole body goes limp as he powers off.
Your eyes instantly well with tears. Reaching out, you rest your hand where his heart would be located. In order for his system to properly reboot he'll need to be shut down for two hours. You have this sudden feeling of loneliness that takes over. Crawling off the bed, you grab the tablet that controls his operating system.
You open it up and a hologram of his system appears. You go into his power settings, and set it for him to reboot back in two hours.
Closing the tablet, you look at him lying there completely lifeless. You know he needs to reboot every so often, and you even fight him about it, but you hate this.
Crawling back into bed, you curl up against him. Resting your head on his chest, you can't help but cry. Your tears continue to fall until you finally fall asleep.
When Joshua finally reboots, he instantly notices your tear stained cheeks. He knows you've cried yourself to sleep.
"Starlight." He whispers.
Your eyes slowly flutter open. "Shua?"
"I'm awake, and I'm okay."
"Can you hold me?" You whisper.
He moves you both so you're lying on your side and he's pressed up against you. He presses a few feather light kisses to the side of your neck.
He taps your stomach gently three times. "Goodnight, Starlight."
-
It's been five days since Joshua rebooted his system, and he may not want to admit it, but it didn’t fix his glitch with his hand.
You're in the lights district again. Soonyoung and Jeonghan are yapping about something. Mingyu is flirting with a girl at the bar, you're sitting at the table with Wonwoo, and Joshua.
Soonyoung walks over and pulls out a bag of blue dust. He holds it up towards you and gives you a wicked smile.
"Come on pretty girl, you know you wanna hit this." Soonyoung loves flirting with you. Joshua tries not to be fazed by Soonyoung, but it's hard sometimes.
"Soonyoung." You narrow your eyes at him.
"Last time you did this, I thought you and Joshua were gonna fuck on the dance floor." You instantly cringe at the reminder of what unfolded between you and your partner. His rejection still stings, but you understand why he did it.
"Knock it off." You respond.
"You act like you've never done dust before. My sweet Starry, we all know you're not miss innocent." Jeonghan fully focuses on what's unfolding.
"Soonyoung, knock it off. I don't know why you're flirting or antagonizing Starry, but you need to stop." Jeonghan put his hand on his shoulder.
"No drugs tonight." Joshua chimes in. He rests hand on your thigh, before giving it a squeeze.
"It's time for us to leave." You say.
You and Joshua get up and head out of the crowded club. You lace your fingers with Joshua, weaving your way through the club. Stepping outside, you notice the wet asphalt that has a neon glow reflecting off of it. You must have missed the rain while you were in the club.
Joshua releases your hand and grabs your helmet. "Where do you want to go?"
"I'm hungry."
"Do you want to go to Sarks?" Sarks is a little hole in the wall restaurant near your apartment.
"Yes."
Joshua helps you put on your helmet. Hoping on the bike, you sit behind Joshua with your arms wrapped around him. The ride to the restaurant isn't too long. This place has become a place that you and Joshua started coming to after late nights out. The place is located a couple blocks from your apartment. It's on the corner of a twelve story apartment building.
Walking inside, you're immediately told to pick your own table. This place is filled to the brim with people who work late. A few of the servers here are FleXeon androids, just like Joshua. Ever since you changed Joshua's software, you always wondered if you could change your favorite android Cherry's. She's a sweet girl, who was clearly programmed to act like the sweet girl next door. If Seungcheol's plan goes correctly, you want to give her the life she deserves.
She walks over to your booth and takes both your orders. You hand over the menu and watch as she walks away.
"What are you thinking about?" Joshua asks.
"I just hope if Cheol's plan goes correctly, maybe I can reprogram Cherry like I did you."
"She's sweet." Joshua looks over at your waitress putting your order into the system. "Does she just power down here every night?"
"Probably." It makes you sad to think about the fact that all she knows how to do is work. You aren't sure what Joshua's job was before you found him, but based on his original programming you're pretty sure he was supposed to be a sex bot.
"Cheol's plan will work, and we can save her. Maybe she can move in with some of the boys until we can help set her up." Joshua gives you a sweet smile.
"That's a good idea." You hope to help give other androids a life.
SYNTHETIC TEARS AND HIGH STRUNG EMOTIONS
You've both had the day off and you've spent the day locked away in your apartment.
Standing in the shower together, you watch as Joshua scrubs his shampoo into his hair. He stops moving and just stares at you with a blank stare. Immediately, you know his hand and possibly his arm is frozen. In the last couple days his glitch had gotten worse.
You don't want to fight about upgrading him, but you know that’s what you have to do.
His eyes start to dodge yours. He turns around so his back is to you. He finally gets his arm to move again. Stepping closer, you wrap your arms around him. Your cheek rests between his shoulder blades against his wet synthetic skin.
"I don't want to talk about it in the shower." He breaks the silence.
"Okay." You run your hand across the wet skin just below his bellybutton.
Getting out of the shower Joshua dries off quickly and pulls on a pair of sweats. By the way he rushes out of the bathroom you would swear he's avoiding you.
You take your time drying yourself off and applying your sweet scented lotions and oils. You get dressed in a pair of panties and baggy shirt.
Walking into the main living space, you find Joshua at the stove. He's making what you assume is ramyeon.
Heading over to the fridge you grab a bottle of juice. You look at Joshua watching as he's focused on cooking.
"I thought we should eat." He doesn't need food to survive. He only eats so he can feel more human.
"I'm hungry."
"Can you set the table?" It's clear he's trying to distract himself from the necessary conversation you need to have.
"Absolutely."
You grab some napkins and two pairs of chopsticks. Joshua dishes two bowls before bringing them over. He places the bowl in front of you. He sits down across from you.
You both eat in silencehe looming, much needed conversation, hanging over both of you like a dark cloud.
You take your first bite of ramyeon. Placing your chopsticks on the table, you give him a sad smile. He looks down at his empty bowl. Neither of you can avoid this any longer.
"Shua."
He closes his eyes and tilts his head back. "I know."
"You have let me upgrade you. If you keep glitching like this, a systematic error could pop up in your software."
He doesn't say anything, he just stands up. He grabs both your dishes and walks over to the sink. He doesn't bother cleaning them. He just rinses them with water.
"Joshua." You stand you. You don't want to play games right now. You just want him to listen to you.
He walks towards the living area. You follow him closely.
"I don't want you to upgrade me. It's a mild glitch, I'm fine." He sits down on the couch with a huff.
"Clearly you're not fine." You love him so damn much, but sometimes he's too stubborn. "Your mild glitch will lead to something worse if you don't let me fix it."
"No." He leans back pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Joshua—" He stares at for a long moment before standing back up.
He doesn't respond. He just walks over to the big window that overlooks the city. You stand frozen in place near the couch.
"Joshua, stop being stubborn about this." You hate that he never makes this easy on you. "If I don't fix this, the error could be irreparable. If we're not careful, it could corrupt your software, and I could lose you. I need you to realize I don't think I could live without you."
He turns around and you instantly recognize the sadness in his eyes. "What if something happens when you upgrade me? I'm absolutely terrified I'm going to shut down for an upgrade and I won't remember a thing when I wake up." You have this same fear, but you trust yourself enough to know that won't happen.
"You have to trust me." He walks towards you in two big steps.
"I do trust you. Just like you can't live without me, I don’t want to exist if I don't remember everything we have."
He drops to his knees in front of you. He rests his head against your stomach. His arms wrap around you, holding you close. Mindlessly you run your fingers through his hair, helping to soothe him.
"I won't let anything go wrong." You close your eyes as tears slide down your cheek.
"You can do the upgrade." He pulls back, and you see his glossy eyes, slowly leaking tears. Just like humans, androids have the ability to cry. "Should we do it tonight?" He picks himself off the floor.
"Yeah."
He stands in front of you. He leans down pressing his lips to yours. Pulling away slightly his noses rest against yours. "I love you." You both are truly in love, but it's rare you say those three words. Normally, you communicate it by three simple taps on the other person's body.
"I love you too."
He laces his fingers with yours, leading you off to the bedroom. He releases your hand and walks over to the shelf by the window. He grabs your tablet that you use to monitor the software, and the cable that connects behind his ear.
He hands off the equipment and lays down on the bed, in the same spot he sleeps in every night.
He blankly stares at the ceiling. The vice grip on your heart is making you nauseous. This is the last thing you want to do. But you know this needs to be done.
"I'm sorry." You truly are. You wish that you didn't have to do this. Upgrading his system scares you, just as much as it scares him.
"It's okay, Starlight." He reaches out for your hand. He brings it towards his lips and presses three kisses to the top of your delicate skin. "I love you." He releases your hand.
Closing your eyes, you try your hardest not to cry. "I love you too."
Taking the cord, you connect it into the small port hidden behind his ear. Plugging it into your tablet, the hologram of his software pops up. You start taking away the coding of his software.
"The software update should take about four hours."
"Okay. Get some sleep while it updates." He glances over at you.
Crawling across the bed closer to him, you lean down and press your lips to his. You kiss him like this is the last time you might get to kiss him. "I'll be right next to you when you wake." You can't help the salty tears that slide down your cheeks.
He reaches up resting his hand on your cheek. "I'll see you in a little while."
He pulls his hand away. You start the updating process. His eyes turn bright blue before they go completely dark as he shuts down.
For the first hour of his update, you lay in bed next to him, watching the tablet to make sure nothing goes wrong. You stay awake until your eyes have grown too tired to stay open.
You dream of Joshua. You dream of a life away from this neon city. You find yourself laying in the tall grass under the warm sun, curled up in his arms. On your finger is a matching gold band that both you and him wear. There's a warmth that fills your chest, that he's your husband.
You're woken up to the feeling of the bed moving. Your eyes slowly flutter open, and you find Joshua awake, laying next to you.
"Joshua?" You’re terrified he won't have his memories.
"Hi, Starlight."
"Are you okay?" You push yourself up.
He nods and gives you a smile. "All my memories are still there."
All the worries that have been eating away at you instantly disappear. Your eyes instantly start to water.
"Baby, don't cry." He hates seeing you upset.
"I was so worried." You push the blanket off you. You push yourself up and crawl into his lap. He rests his hand on your cheek, brushing away your salty tears.
"I'm okay. No need to worry anymore."
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you crash your lips into his.
His strong hands roam your back under your shirt. You pull away from the kiss, long enough to pull off your shirt.
Joshua maneuvers both of you so you're on your back and he's hovering over you.
He leans in, pressing multiple kisses on your lips before he starts leaving a trail of kisses across your jaw and down your neck.
Not much is said as he kisses away his across your chest, taking his time to toy with each of you nipples. He tags his tongue across your stomach. He stops at the top of your panties.
You're impatient and just want him to touch you. "Shua—" you plead.
Hooking his fingers into the top of your panties, he slides them down your thigh. Lying in the bed, completely bare, you stare at him with a mixture of lust and love in your eyes.
"What do you want, Starlight?" Normally, you would tell him to fuck you, but right now, you don't want that. You want him to be as close as possible as he can be to you.
"I just want you."
A smile tugs at his lips. He hops off the bed and makes quick work of removing his sweatpants.
"I don't need foreplay, I just want you."
He walks over to the dresser and pulls out the little container of lube. Even though his cock is self lubricating, he needs to make sure you're wet enough for him. He crawls on to the bed towards you. Clicking the container open, he pours some of the cool lube onto your core. He takes his time massaging you and helping to prep you for his massive size. He clicks it shut again and starts pumping his length, helping to lube up his cock.
Spreading your legs wide, you welcome him. Sex between you is always passionate, and can sometimes be on the rougher side. Right now you don't want that. You just want things to be nice and slow.
He pushes the tip of his cock in, earning a gasp from you. "You feel so good."
Your hand talons into his shoulder pulling him closer to you. You want him as physically close as he can be. His nose rests against yours as he pushes the rest the way in, the tip of his length is kissing your cervix.
He's resting on his knees, practically plastered against you. Reaching up, you hold his face in your hands. He's not moving, he's giving your body a moment to adjust to his size.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." You say as tears slide down your cheek.
"You're the best thing that could have ever happened to me." He gives you a smile that makes you feel like mush. "I can't imagine a life where I'm not by your side."
He starts moving at a slow but deep pace. The room is filled with echoing sounds of skin hitting skin and your moans and whimpers.
Your hands roam his body, touching anywhere you can possibly reach. His lips are constantly on yours, or kissing the side of your neck. He gently nips at your skin, definitely leaving marks in his wake.
The feeling of his cock stretching you out, with each thrust is intoxicating. Reaching between your bodies, your fingers toy with your clit, helping to push you closer and closer to the edge.
"Baby I can tell you're close." He moans against your neck.
You rub your sensitive clit harder, pushing you closer to the edge. He pulls back so he's sitting on his knees between your spread legs. He lifts one of your legs resting it against his chest. He moves your hand away from your core. He rests his hand on your mound, and with his thumb he starts quickly rubbing your clit. Every muscle in your body tightens. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a loud moan. You high hits you like a ton of bricks.
Your orgasm hits hard and fast. Joshua never stops moving. He picks up his pace a little, chasing his own release.
"Please cum." You beg him.
He drops your leg and moves so he's hovering over you again. He crashes his lips into yours as he comes hard. He feels you to the brim with his sweet release.
Slowly, he stops moving, but doesn't pull out. He pulls his face away from yours and gives you the sweetest smile. "I love you."
Gently you tap his lower back three times. "I love you too."
He drags his thumb across your tear stained cheeks.
"I'm sleepy." You sigh.
"Let me clean you up, and then you can sleep."
Joshua slowly removes himself from you, before he takes his time cleaning you up. Neither of you bother getting dressed for bed, you both curl up in bed naked together.
OH THE LAVENDER HAZE
It's three in the morning and everyone is together for the big heist. Everything your crew has been working towards has led up tonight. Standing in Seungcheol's apartment you watch him as he stands in the kitchen area, talking to the girl who lives with him. She looks just as concerned as you would be if Joshua was going on this mission without you. The whole entire crew is here tonight.
Seungcheol walks back in. "Alright, here is the plan."
The plan is to split off into three separate crews. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, and Joshua will go in Mingyu's car where he'll act as the getaway driver.
Vernon, Chan, Jihoon, are gonna be running security outside the building.
You and Minghao are going to be breaking into the security office with Soonyoung to shut down the whole system and copy all the files.
"Any questions or concerns?" Seungcheol asks.
"Do we have another person with Starry and Hao?" Wonwoo asks. You glance over at Joshua to see he looks anxious. Soonyoung is a very capable person of keeping both of you safe. Soonyoung can be vicious and even deadly if he needs to be. You've seen him get into fights and they're terrifying. Minghao is also extremely capable of protecting both of you. The gun he keeps tucked into his waistband and the knife he keeps concealed is enough to keep you safe. You're pretty confident in your own fighting abilities. When you joined the crew, Soonyoung and Wonwoo taught you to fight to protect yourself.
"We'll be okay." You chime in.
Joshua grabs your hand. He instantly squeezes it and stares at you with the same anxious look.
"Let's go."
"I'm team one, Jihoon you're team two, and Soonyoung you're team three." Seungcheol says.
Everyone starts heading out of the apartment. You and Joshua linger behind for a moment. He takes your face in both hands. He smiles before leaning in for a searing kiss. It definitely feels as if this could be a goodbye kiss and that's scary. Joshua's team is not going to have it easy. They're going to have to take out a lot of guards.
"I love you, be safe." You say with your lips against his.
"I love you too, and you be safe as well. Listen to Hao and Soonyoung. They will both keep you safe."
Following everyone down to the cars, you get in the back seat of the car Soonyoung is driving.
It's pouring outside. The rain leaves the asphalt with a neon turquoise glow.
Reaching into your bag, you pull out Joshua's tablet. You open it up and immediately his hologram pops up. You scroll through his coding, making sure there are absolutely no errors in sight.
Minghao glances into the back seat. "He's going to be fine."
"I know." You close the tablet and stick it back in your bag. "I'm just worried."
"Quit stressing about your robo boy. He's going to be fine." Soonyoung chimes in.
Arriving at the FleXeon building, Minghao already has the cameras up. You're working on shutting down their alarm system. Mingyu's car pulls up behind you. Soonyoung reaches into his bag and pulls out ear pieces for all three of you.
"No matter what happens, you both need to listen to me." He says. You and Soonyoung might butt heads often, but you're well aware he's a good leader. He'll make sure nothing goes wrong. Getting out of the car, the three of you pull up your mask and your hoods. The rain helps your cover.
The alarm system is fully down and Minghao has tricked the system into thinking nothing is wrong. After many nights casing this place, Soonyoung leads you both off to the side door that's near the security office.
He makes quick work, knocking two guards unconscious. The three of you rush down to the hall to the security room. Minghao immediately plugs his device in and works on shutting down the security system.
Soonyoung is standing at the door with his gun drawn. You watch him carefully for a moment before you start sorting through the system coding.
The second you're into the file database you start making copies of everything.
-
The moment Soonyoung gives the signal that everything is clear, Seungcheol leads team one into the building. Seungcheol's goal tonight is to not only steal all the company's data, but to also steal any tech they're storing.
Heading up to the lab is where they encounter their first batches of guards. Seungcheol's original plan was to knock them unconscious, but when one of them sends a bullet slicing through Joshua's synthetic skin, that's when things take a turn. Jeonghan and Wonwoo are both incredibly good shots. The two of them take down most of the guards while Seungcheol and Joshua knock out the others.
Walking up to the lab door, they're relieved to see that the lock’s been shut off. Stepping inside Joshua winces at the sight of different androids like him. Some of them aren't fully built, while others look like they're fully operational.
Joshua walks over towards this. Wonwoo puts his hand on his shoulder. "We'll get them later."
Seungcheol starts searching around. He finds a latch that opens another door. In there they find the machine that makes lavender haze.
"Got ‘em." Seungcheol starts snapping photos of everything. He grabs his duffle bag and starts filling it with close to a million dollars worth of lavender haze. Jeonghan disappears for a while and comes back holding wads of cash.
"Where is that from?" Joshua asks.
"I found a room with a safe in it."
"How did you get the safe open?" Seungcheol asks.
"I shot it, obviously."
Wonwoo barks out a laugh, and Seungcheol just rolls his eyes.
"Wonwoo, go with Jeonghan and start filling all the bags with the money. Joshua, start taking the androids to the van."
-
Through the security camera's tablet, you watch as Joshua moves through the building quickly. He's carrying as many androids as he can to the van Mingyu is in. Mingyu is helping load them into the back quickly.
Tapping away at your computer, you know you probably have another twenty minutes until you have all the data copied over. Your goal once you're done is to send a virus to FleXeon’s system. You and Minghao worked together to make itto nearly impossible to stop viruses.
"How is team one doing?" Minghao asks Soonyoung.
"Cheol says they need another thirty."
"I can keep the system down." You respond, not bothering to look up from your device.
"I found all the hidden files for the formula for lavender haze." Minghao chimes in.
"Make double copies of that."
These passing twenty minutes are some of the most stressful of your life. The data has finished copying and you're making sure to monitor the cameras. Your eyes go wide when you see more security heading towards the room you're in.
"Soonyoung, code red."
"Fuck." He says. "Code red, code red." He says into his com.
"Minghao, are you good?"
"Yeah. We have everything copied."
"Launch the virus." You respond. You start typing away. You launch the virus into the system.
Seconds later, Soonyoung starts shooting down the hall. You hear Seungcheol yelling over the com to clear out. You and Minghao move quickly to grab all your stuff. Reaching into his waistband, he pulls out a gun, and Minghao holds it out to you. Without even thinking, you grab it. He grabs another gun from his bag.
Soonyoung grabs ammo from his bag, reloading the gun. "Hao, guard Starry and get her out of here."
Minghao turns to you. He takes your face in both his hands. You must look terrified. You've been with this group for a long time, and this is the first time you're worried you might die because of a job. "Starry, I promise you won't get hurt."
"Okay."
"Stay behind me, and keep your gun drawn." He keeps holding your face. "Joshua will kill us all if we let you get hurt."
"Fuck what about Shua?" You realize if you're in a gun fight it might not be clear at the lab.
"He's fine." He releases your face. "Just hold my hand until I let go." He takes your hand in his.
"Okay, go." Soonyoung gives you the signal.
Another set of guards are running up. Minghao leads you out towards the door with his gun drawn. He takes two shots by the two guards blocking the door.
"Run." He shouts. You run next to him with your gun drawn.
You practically throw your body against the doo,r breaking your way outside. Soonyoung follows behind you.
Standing in the pouring rain you look over towards Mingyu's van to see him and Joshua soaking wet, loading a machine into the back. The moment Joshua turns and looks at you, he pushes his wet dark hair away from his face. Instantly, you see the tear in his jacket, and the slice in his arm. You're frozen in place staring at him.
Gun fire rings out, startling you. Minghao grabs your hand dragging you towards the car.
You see Jihoon and his team sprinting towards the van. Soonyoung grabs you from Minghao and practically throws you into the back seat. The car speeds away before you can even react. Looking out the window, you watch as team one breaks out of the building with guards following behind them.
Your eyes water thinking about the danger you're leaving behind. It's the dead of night and the fluorescent city, is a buzz with the sound of blaring sirens. Soonyoung drives like a mad man to get back to Seungcheol's place.
Salty tears slide down your cheek as you think about the chaos that has unfolded. Minghao's phone rings and he's quick to answer. He doesn't say much, you just hear him repeat yes over and over. He hangs up the phone and is instantly calling another person.
Soonyoung glances in the mirror looking back at you. Quickly you avert your eyes, the last thing you need is him teasing you about the fact that you're crying.
"Seokmin." Minghao says. That name immediately catches your attention. You know he's a medic. He's stitched up the boys a few times. Your heart sinks, and nausea hits you quickly. "It's Jeonghan and Wonwoo."
The car is silent for a moment outside the sounds of distant sirens and the rain hitting the car.
"Not fatal. Jeonghan was shot in the shoulder and Wonwoo in the ribs." He pauses again. "Cheol said Wonwoo was grazed pretty deeply."
"Soonyoung—"
"They're fine." He quickly responds. "Hao said he's not fatal. Seokmin will stitch them up.”
"Just meet us at Cheol's asap." Minghao hangs up.
Soonyoung pulls into the dark parking garage. Getting out of the car, you grab yourself. Soonyoung looks around making sure you're not being watched. You all rush towards the elevator.
Minghao presses the button and instantly the doors slide open. Stepping inside, Soonyoung quickly hits the close button over and over.
The elevator rattles as it heads up to the tenth floor. You blankly stare down at your shoes.
"They're fine." Minghao finally speaks. "They just need stitches."
The doors slide open. You all practically run down the hall to Seungcheol's apartment. Soonyoung punches in the code, and the door slides open. Sitting on the couch near the window, you find the sweet girl who lives with Seungcheol. She jumps at the sudden intrusion.
Soonyoung puts up his hands letting her know we aren't a threat. "It's just us. Seungcheol is on his way home."
"Is he okay?" You've never actually heard her speak before. Her voice is quiet and full of fear.
"Yeah he is." Soonyoung slowly puts his hands down. Silently she gets off the couch and rushes out of the room.
Minghao grabs his bag and walks over to the table. "Can I have the drive with the lavender haze formula?"
You reach into your pocket and grab one of the two drives that hold the information. You toss it over to him. He plugs it into his computer and starts typing away.
"What are you doing?" Soonyoung asks.
"I'm concealing some of the formula and anonymously leaking it."
There is a knock on the door. Soonyoung grabs his gun and walks over. He pulls the door open with his gun drawn. Instantly he puts it down at the sight of Seokmin.
Seokmin comes in and starts getting out all the supplies he'll need.
The door flings open and the rest of the crew follows in. Wonwoo limps in with the help of Joshua and Mingyu. Jeonghan is being helped by Seungcheol. Jihoon, Chan and Vernon follow in behind them.
Joshua stares at you with wide eyes. Everything is so chaotic that neither of you have time to talk.
"Vernon, do you remember how to do stitches?" Seokmin asks.
"Yeah." Vernon walks towards him.
"Okay, I'm going to need you to take Wonwoo to the restroom and full-clean out his wound and then stitch him up." Seokmin reaches into his bag and pulls out everything Vernon will need. "Mingyu and Soonyoung please help Vernon."
Everyone listens to Seokmin and takes Wonwoo off to the bathroom. Seungcheol brings Jeonghan towards Seokmin.
"We need to remove his jacket and I need to see if there is an exit wound." Jihoon and Seungcheol take a very dazed Jeonghan into the kitchen.
Joshua rushes towards you. He pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head. "Starlight, I was so worried about you."
"I'm fine, Hao and Soonyoung kept me safe." You pull away and glance at his torn synthetic skin. "I need to fix this later."
"Okay."
You hear Jeonghan scream. You take off towards the kitchen where you see Seungcheol holding him down as Seokmin is digging the bullet out of his shoulder.
You wince when you see a very obviously in pain Jeonghan let out another scream. You walk closer to him. He's turning his head away from his injury, wincing.
Reaching out, you rest your hand on his cheek. "Hannie, it's okay." His eyes go wide looking at you. "It's okay." You wish there was some way you could soothe him.
"Chan, get me a syringe of numbing meds from my bag." Seokmin shouts.
Moments later, Chan comes rushing in. Seokmin gives Jeonghan a full shot of the numbing meds. His eyes droop slightly as they instantly take effect.
Joshua grabs your hand, leading you away from the chaos. Moving into the living room, you sit on the couch feeling dazed. Wonwoo comes out of the bathroom with the help of Mingyu.
They sit next to each other on the other couch. Seokmin shouts for Joshua's help. He leaves you alone for a moment. Seungcheol heads out the kitchen and instantly heads towards the room Angel is in. He must be going to check on her.
Joshua walks out of the kitchen carrying Jeonghan. Jihoon leads them off towards Seungcheol's room. Seokmin walks out of the kitchen with his shirt stained with blood. Soonyoung walks of the bathroom.
"Is Jeonghan okay?" Soonyoung asks.
"Yeah. We knocked him out because he was in pain, but the bullet is out and stitched up. Luckily, it missed all the major arteries." Seokmin says.
Seungcheol heads back in and gives everyone the run down and then gives everyone a bag with money in it.
"This is just cash. I'll have more coming later." He lets out a sigh and pushes his fingers through his hair. "We can have another meeting in a couple days when Jeonghan is feeling better."
"Breaking news." The tv turns on blaring. "FleXeon is being exposed for producing the very illegal drug known as lavender haze. Police arrived on site now at the CEO house. The company is now under investigation."
Soonyoung barks out a laugh. "Looks like we were successful."
"Everyone keep your heads low for a little while." Seungcheol says.
MEET ME IN THE AFTERGLOW
Arriving back at your apartment, you sit down Joshua at the table and work on fixing his arm that's sliced open.
"They missed your wiring." His wiring is essentially his arteries. "If they hit those I might have had to rewire your arm." You know he's listening to you, but he's completely silent as he stares at the floor in front of him. "This is a simple fix."
"Does this feel weird having to fix your robot boyfriend? If I was human you wouldn't have to worry about my wiring." He glances up at you.
"If you were human, you could have been in bad shape like Wonwoo and Jeonghan." At this point you prefer he's a robot. You never have to worry about him getting sick or hurt like that.
"Do you wish I was human?" There's a deep rooted sadness behind his eyes.
"No, not at all. I promise, I've never once wished you were human." You aren't lying. Never once have you had that thought. You finish working on his arm, and move so you're standing in front of him.
"I wish I was human."
Reaching out you take his face in both hands. "I've never wanted you to be anything else." His eyes are wide and glossy. Slowly you drag your thumb across his cheek. "I love you for who you are."
"I love you too." He closes his eyes leaning into your touch. Leaning down you press your lips into his for a sweet kiss.
Stepping back, you walk off into the kitchen to wash your hands. Looking over, you watch as Joshua stands up. He walked over to the big window that looks out into the city. In the distance, the sun is starting to rise. The sky is becoming shades of cotton candy pink and orange.
"When I heard the first gun shot, I was scared they were going to take you from me." Joshua says as he blankly stares towards the windows.
Walking over, you stand in front of him and wrap your arms around his stomach. "I was scared too, but I knew the boys would keep me safe."
"Starlight, look at me please." You step back and look up at him. "Right now, I just want to be with you."
"Okay."
You aren't surprised when he reaches down and picks you up as if you weigh nothing. Crashing your lips into his, you kiss him as if you need him to breathe.
He pulls his lips away long enough to lead you both to the bedroom. In between kisses, you both strip away your clothes.
Laying on the bed with your legs spread wide, he eats you out like a man starved. He plays with you until you fall apart not once but twice. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close to your needy pussy.
Crawling up your body, he crashes his lips into yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it's absolutely intoxicating.
You aren't sure what his plan is, but all you know is you want him in any possible way. He grinds his already hard length against your core over and over, until you're moaning into his mouth. Practically on the brink of falling apart again.
"Shua—" you whine as he pulls away.
He moves so he's sitting with his back against the headboard. You waste no time crawling across the bed to get to him.
Sitting on his lap, you card your fingers through his dark hair. Lifting your hips, you reach down, lining his cock up with your needy entrance. Ever so slowly, you sink down on his length, inch by thick inch. He's snug inside you, but neither of you move. He looks up at you with needy eyes.
Neither of you seem to have any desire to move. You could sit on his cock for hours, and he would do anything to stay inside you forever.
"I have never and will never love anyone like I love you." You can't explain the love you feel for him.
"We may not be able to get married, but you're my wife." His sweet words earn a smile from you. He's never called you his wife, but you could get used to him calling you that.
"Are you going to buy me a ring with the money we just got?" You hold up your bare hand. You could actually care less about a ring, you honestly just want to tease him a little.
"I'll buy you anything you could possibly want." Leaning forward, he presses his lips to yours for a searing kiss. "Anything my pretty wife could ever want, I'll give her." He says between kisses.
Lifting your hips, you pull yourself off of him, until only the tip is left inside. You tug his hair back so he's looking up at you. Slowly you drop back down. He's so long he's practically bruising your cervix. Rolling your hips, your clit brushes against his pelvis.
Joshua's hands are anywhere they can touch. He doesn't help guide your movements yet. He'll help you move once he knows you're too tired.
Biting your bottom lip, you try your hardest to hold back your moans. His wet lips start leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw down to your breast. He takes his time teasing each of your pert nipples. He gently bites your nipple earning a moan.
"Josh—" you cry out.
He pulls away smiling. "Baby you feel so good."
You pick up your pace, desperately chasing your high. Reaching down your fingers quickly start rubbing your clit.
"I love watching you play with yourself." He moans with his lips against your neck.
Your orgasm is like a white hot ecstasy. Throwing your head back you cry out in pleasure. Salty tears slide down your cheeks at the overwhelming feeling. You two have had a lot of sex, but this feels extra intense. Your walls flutter around his cock like an erratic heartbeat. Your lips are parted as mindless moans pass your lips over and over.
Without saying anything, his large hands grip your hips and he helps guide you up and down his massive length. Your high is barely settled and he's pushing you right to the edge all over again.
"Fuck—" you whine.
"Can you cum again?" He asks.
Wordlessly you nod. He's fucked you to the point you aren't even sure if you can form proper words. He’s guiding you up and down, practically impaling you on his massive length over and over again.
Your orgasm hits both of you at the same time. He holds you down flush against him as he fills you to the brim with his sweet and sticky release.
Your body goes limp leaning against him. His hand runs up and down your back slowly, helping you relax.
"You did so good." He knows exactly how to praise you. Your mind can't process much other than the two mind numbing orgasms you just had back to back.
"Bab,y I need to clean you up."
"Just let me lay here." You sigh.
He lets you stay sitting on his lap for about twenty minutes before he forces you to take a shower with him.
After showering you don't even bother getting dressed for bed after he dries you off. Curled up in bed together, your head is resting on his chest. Mindlessly he's drawing different shapes on your back.
"If you want, we could have a little wedding with our group. It doesn't have to be official, but they'll be there to witness us getting married." You say.
"I would like that. I meant it when I said you're my wife."
"And you're my husband."
What you have may not be conventional by any means. But the love you feel for each other is what people dream about finding. You know there is still a lot to be done by making sure FleXeon doesn't come back, and you and Minghao need to work on reprogramming the FleXeon androids. But for just a little while, you want to have time with Joshua. You don't want to think about an evil corporation. You just want to think about the future you have with Joshua.
AN: I love this universe so much I might write something for a couple of the other boys. Let me know if you would be interested.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoon jeonghan x f.reader, choi seungcheol x f.reader
things feel more complicated then ever, when love gets involved.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): roommates to fucking, angst, smut, romance, friends to lovers, love triangle
𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.5k
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: seungcheol is trying his best, fuckboy Seungcheol, jealous seungcheol, mentions of protective/jealous jeonghan, jeonghan is quite literally the best boy here, lots of hurt and emotions in this one. mc is extremely confused about her feelings, best boy roommate joshua.
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, soft sweet vanilla sex, heated make out session, oral (fem rec), body worship, marking, cum play, creampie, breast play, p in v intercourse, cock warming?, nicknames: baby, darling (hers), hannie, baby (his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
𝐚𝐧: I’m sorry this took so long to post. I’ll try and have part four out quicker. Thank you @aeristudios for helping me with this one. Thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading. I wanna know what everyone thinks of each of the boys.
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They say all is fair in love and war. After Jeonghan’s not so pleasant conversation in the kitchen with Seungcheol, he’s made the decision that he doesn’t need to fight fair. He’s not going to outright tell you to pick him, but he’s going to fight like hell to prove he’s the one.
After Jeonghan's encounter with Seungcheol you immediately know something happened. Jeonghan is trying to act normal, but you can tell he seems to be overthinking everything. Hell, even Seungcheol is acting weird. It’s been a long day at school studying and you’re sitting in the kitchen with Jeonghan and Joshua working on some homework. Seungcheol comes into the kitchen and watches you guys for a minute. He’s standing holding two coffees.
Joshua looks up and gives Seungcheol a confused look. “What’s up Cheol?”
“I just came from class and stopped by a coffee shop to grab coffee. ____ I got you the banana latte I know you like.” You look up and knit your brows confused by his sudden nice gesture.
Jeonghan leans back and crosses his arms. It’s clear Seungcheol wasn’t lying, he planned on trying to win you over. Jeonghan looks at you, watching you study Seungcheol for a moment before finally speaking. “Thanks Cheol. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I kept thinking of you today, and I thought you might enjoy a surprise coffee.”
Jeonghan knew Seungcheol wasn’t going to make this easy. “I’m just stopping by, before heading to the gym for Jihoon. Maybe we can all order pizza tonight.” It’s been months since the entire apartment hung out together. Jeonghan is literally silent, unsure of even what he should say. You’re also quiet, this is all very unexpected.
“I planned on staying home. I think Kitten might come over.” Joshua’s other best friend coming over might make this whole situation a little less awkward.
“How does it sound like eight?” Seungcheol asked.
“That works.” You chime in.
Seungcheol heads off to the gym and shortly after Jeonghan excuses himself, leaving you alone with Joshua.
“I should go pick up Kitten. You should maybe talk to Jeonghan.”
Closing your laptop you look at Joshua for a moment. This whole apartment feels filled with tension. “Is Jeonghan mad at me?”
“No, you silly goose.” Joshua pats your head. “I think he is just under a lot of pressure at school and Cheol and him have been butting heads.” There is a nauseous feeling in your stomach at the thought that you’re the reason he and Seungcheol are butting heads. “Just go spend time with him before the movie. I’ll be back soon with Kitten.”
Walking into Jeonghan's room you shut and lock the door behind you. You find him sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone. “Hannie, are you okay?”
He looks up and gives you the best smile he can muster. “Yeah.”
“That doesn’t sound convincing.” Putting your knee on the bed you crawl towards him. You move so you’re sitting on his lap. He silently watches you as you push his hair away from his face. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“You, you’re always on my mind. Even before we could comfortably be intimate. You’re always on my mind. You’ll probably be on my mind forever.” Since he met you, he’s known he was going to fall head over heels in love with you.
“Are you upset with me?” You rest your hand gently on his cheek.
“No, I’m not upset with you.” He shakes his head gently.
“What’s wrong?” It’s clear you don’t plan on dropping this.
“Seungcheol pissed me off the other day.”
Your face falls instantly. Jeonghan hates that you immediately seem sad. “Hey, don’t worry about it—” he pauses. “Darling?”
“Yeah?”
“I just want you to know, I care about you so much. I like you, like I have never liked someone before.” He wants to tell you he loves you, but until he can figure out the Seungcheol situation he doesn’t want to confuse you more, by just blurting it out.
Leaning forward you rest your forehead against his. “Hannie—”
“You don’t have to say anything else. I just want you to know that I care about you.” He rubs his hand up and down your back. Leaning forward you press your lips to his for a gentle kiss.
“Darling, why don’t we just lay here for a little while?”
Pulling back you give him a small smile. You wanna cancel tonight. You just want to stay locked away in his bedroom, away from Seungcheol. “Can I sleep in here tonight?”
“Of course.”
Wrapping his arms around you, he moves you both so he’s laying down with you practically plastered on top of him. Your head rests on his chest. Mindlessly, he runs his hands up and down your back. Lifting your baggy sweater, he drags his hand across your bare skin.
“We have about two hours.” You sigh.
“Does that mean we can nap?”
Looking up at him you give him a mischievous smile. “All you want to do is nap?”
He captures his bottom lip between his teeth. “What are you suggesting?”
“I don’t know.” You rest your head back down on his chest.
“Baby look at me.”
Looking up at him through your lashes, you can't help but think he looks good. “Hannie, what should we do?” Shifting your leg you grind against his thigh. “Can you eat me out?”
“Take off your panties and leggings, baby.”
Rolling off him, you follow his request. You leave your sweater on, you’re sprawled out on his bed. Your feet rest on the grey cotton comforter, with your legs spread. He’s laying on his stomach. His face is buried in your wet core. Your fingers are tangled in his dark hair holding him against your core. He’s so good with his mouth. One arm is wrapped around your thigh, while the hand is busy teasing your wet entrance.
Biting your bottom lip you try your hardest not to scream. You moan his name like a prayer. “That’s it baby.” He moans, pulling away slightly.
“Fuck—” Every muscle in your body feels tense as you get close to the edge. “Please.” You’re practically begging for your release. Jeonghan adds another finger, pumping them in and out of your tight walls. “Han—nie.” You whine.
The noise he’s pulling from you, is enough to make him hard. He grinds against the bed hoping for some relief as he pushes you close and closer to the edge.
Your high hits you hard. Rolling your head back, you bite your bottom lip so hard you’re worried you might draw blood. Your walls flutter around his fingers. He slowly licks at your clit, helping you ride out your high.
Pulling back, he’s wearing a grin. He puts his fingers in his mouth licking your release. “You taste so sweet.”
He pushes himself up sitting on his knees between your spread legs. His erection is straining against his lounge pants.
“Do you want me blow you, or do you want to fuck me?” You push your sweater up just below your bra.
“Baby what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“As you wish.”
He gets off the bed long enough to remove his clothes. He pumps his length slowly watching you. His length is leaking precum, he’s clearly ready to go. Crawling back on to the bed, he sits on his knees between your spread legs.
He takes his cock in hand and runs it through your wet folds. Earning a moan as he nudges your sensitive clit. Pushing into you slowly, a gasp passes your lips as he bottoms out.
“I want you close.” You want to feel him as physically close as possible.
He moves so he is practically resting on top of you. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair. He’s staring at you, as if you’re the only person in the entire world.
He moves at a slow and deep pace rolling his hips into you. One of your legs wrap around his waist. Your foot rests just above his butt, pulling him closer to you.
He grabs one of your hands, holding it above your head. His fingers are laced with yours. He continues thrusting into you with deep thrust. He starts picking up the pace.
“Fuck—” You moan against his lips.
“You’re so good.” He groans.
He grabs your other hand, pinning it above your head. His nose rests against yours. Desperately you want to kiss him.
“Hannie—”
“Close.” Your body feels like a live wire.
“Cum for me baby.” He crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you like he needs you to breathe. The world feels as if it’s stopped moving and all that matters is you and Jeonghan. Your walls contract around him as your release crashes over you.
Logically he should pull out, but all the logical parts of his brain have shut off. He picks up his paces, chasing his own high.
He falls apart moaning against your lips. His milky release fills you to the brim. He still for a long moment. He releases your hands. Reaching up he pushes your hair away from your face. Closing your eyes you give him a dazed smile.
“My pretty girl.”
Gently he pulls out, watching as his release starts to drip. Without thinking, he runs his finger through your wet folds, pushing his cum back inside you. There is this dirty little voice in the back of his head that’s happy about the fact that even though Seungcheol wants you, you’re filled with his cum. He hates that he has that possessive thought.
“I need to clean you up.” He hops off the bed and grabs his lounge pants. He throws them on before jogging off to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth. Crawling back on the bed he sits between your legs, and gently wipes away the mess he’s made.
“Thank you.” You sound dazed.
“You don’t need to thank me.” He rubs your thigh.
“You made me feel good though.” You sigh.
“My one goal is to make you always feel good.”
“Can you lay down with me?” You pat the bed next to you. Without saying a word he lays down next to you. You reach over lacing your fingers with his. “I know Cheol is upsetting you. I just want you to know, I want you.”
You saying that should ease his mind, but he’s so scared he’s going to lose you. He’s not sure he can handle the heartbreak of watching you slip through his fingers. “I want you too.”
There is a long beat of silence. “Why don’t we take a nap before movie night starts.” You cuddle close to him.
-
Joshua and Kitten have arrived back at the apartment. The first thing you notice on the side of Kitten’s neck is two hickeys. You saw her yesterday, and she definitely didn’t have them. You’ve had a sneaking suspicion for a while something was going on with her and Joshua. And by the way she’s watching him set the pizza up at the table, you’re starting to think your suspicions are right.
Realizing you can’t find your phone you head off to Jeonghan’s room to find it. You quickly find your phone sitting on his nightstand. Walking out of the room you’re greeted to the sight of Seungcheol exiting his room right across the hall.
“How was your coffee?” He asked, leaning against his door.
“It was good. Thank you for thinking of me.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I actually think about you all the time.” He has a good idea what unfolded between you and Jeonghan while he went to the gym. Jeonghan isn’t going to make this easy, so there is no point in Seungcheol trying to be subtle.
“Cheol.”
“I meant it when I said I was sorry. I also meant what I said about wishing I would have acted on my feelings.” He steps closer to you.
“I have something really good with Jeonghan, and you’re complicating it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you’re sorry.” You tilt your head studying him.
”I just want to prove to you I can be a good guy.” He reaches out slowly, testing the waters. His hand lingers against your cheek as he pushes the hair away from your face.
“Darling, can you grab my spare phone charger?” Jeonghan shouts from the living room. Pulling away from Seungcheol you snap out of it.
“Sure.” You yell back.
You step back from Seungcheol and rush off to Jeonghan room. Stepping inside you take a deep breath. Being that close to Seungcheol makes your head spin.
Walking towards Jeonghan you hand him his phone charger. He gives you a smile before leaning in and kissing the side of your mouth. You don't need to turn around to know that Seungcheol is watching you closely.
Everyone quickly devours the pizza. The boys take this time to pick something to watch. You could careless what you watch. You're honestly too distracted by Seungcheol.
Sitting on the living room couch, cuddled close to Jeonghan. Joshua is sitting on the couch next to you with Kitten sitting on the floor between his legs. Your eyes keep flicking over and watching him mindlessly play with her hair. Seungcheol is sitting in the chair next to the couch. You can feel his eyes burning into you. After way too much arguing between the boys, they decided to turn on some action movie. Personally, you aren’t paying attention, you’re focused on Jeonghan’s arm that is thrown over your shoulder. His hand resting by your shoulder is toying with your sweater.
The longer the movie plays the harder it is for you to stay awake. The movie ends and Joshua takes Kitten home. You're left on the couch as Seungcheol and Jeonghan silently clean up. You're in a twilight sleep, barely awake.
Jeonghan is try to focus on making the apartment look decent so he can escape Seungcheol and take you to bed. At this moment all he wants to do is hold you.
Jeonghan is washing a few of the dishes that were used while Seungcheol is putting away left overs.
"Jeonghan?" Seungcheol closes the fridge.
"What Cheol?" He continues washing the last dish.
"Do you want me to carry her to bed?" Seungcheol already knows Jeonghan is going to say no, but he can't stop himself from asking.
"No."
"She's tired."
Jeonghan shuts off the sink and lets out a heavy sigh. "I'm aware. I'll get her into my bed. Just leave her alone." He wipes his hands dry on the towel hanging near him.
"Are you really that territorial of her?"
"Fuck off Cheol. I'm too tired for your bullshit."
Seungcheol lets out a bitter laugh, "You act like I asked if I can take her to my bed."
"I'm not playing this game. I'm going to bed."
He walks out of the kitchen and heads straight to the couch, where you're sound asleep. He pushes your hair away from your face. Seungcheol stands in the door way watching both of you.
"Baby, let's go to bed." Jeonghan calling you ‘baby’ feels like a stab to Seungcheol’s gut.
Your eyes flutter open. You had barely fallen asleep. You slowly blink at Jeonghan. A silent yawn passes your lips. You stand up with Jeonghan's help.
Looking over by the kitchen you find Seungcheol watching you both with a hurt look on his face. Lacing your fingers with Jeonghan he leads you off to his room.
Stripping down to your panties and shirt you've left in his room. You crawl under the covers.
Laying on your side you watch Jeonghan start getting ready for bed. He seems tense.
"Hannie?"
"I'll be there in a minute, darling."
"I like when you call me baby."
He turns around, tension slowly dissipates from his body. "Okay, baby." You've always loved that he's called you darling since you met, but now that things have shifted between you, you've grown fond of him calling you baby.
He pulls back the cover crawling into bed next to you. Pulling your body close, he pushes your hair away from your face.
A quiet yawn passes your lips. He can help but smile at how cute you look.
"Someone is ready for bed."
He lays on his back, pulling you close to him. Your bodys as close to eachother as possible. Your head is resting on his chest, as your leg is thrown over his stomach. It doesn't take long before you're sound asleep in his arms.
Jeonghan lays there hold you. He hopes no matter what happens he never loses you.
-
This morning is off to a terrible start. You forgot to set your alarm, and normally Jeonghan would wake you up, but he's has a super early class in the morning.
You start throwing on any clothes you can grab that make you look at least decently nice.
Rushing out into the kitchen you're praying Joshua is home so he can take you to work. Instead you're greeted to the sight of Seungcheol making a cup of coffee.
"Fuck." You say under your breath.
Seungcheol glances up from his coffee. "What's wrong?"
"I'm definitely going to be late for work. I overslept. Jeonghan is at class and I was hoping Shua was home."
"I can take you. I don't have class today. I was just going to go to the gym in an hour."
"It's fine." You turn on your heels.
"It's clearly not fine. Let's go, I'll drive you." He sits his coffee on the counter.
This is probably a terrible idea, but you can't say no. You can't be late for work, and Seungcheol is your only option.
He grabs his keys sitting on the table next to the door. You silently you follow him. Arriving at his car, you're reminded of what unfolded between the two of you in the back seat.
Hopping into the passenger seat, you push away the vivid memories of his hands all over your body. Staring out the window you focus on the road.
The drive is filled with silence. The radio lightly plays giving a little bit of background noise, slightly cutting the awkward tension. Seungcheol loosely grips the steering wheel as he strums his fingers. Leaning your head against the window, you try to focus on anything other then him. This day is terrible and it just started. You somehow forgot to set your alarm. It's also Jeonghan’s long day at school, so there is a good chance he can't pick you up. Maybe Joshua can pick you up after work.
Seungcheol clears his throat catching your attention.
"What time are you off?" He asks breaking the awkward silence.
"At five."
"Jeonghan has school until seven, and Joshua mentioned something about dinner with Kitten's parents." You might not realize it, but Seungcheol is actually very observant. He tends to always know what is happening in the apartment.
"I know about Jeonghan's schedule, and I assumed Shua was probably busy." It looks like you're taking the bus home from work.
"I can pick you up. I don't want you walking home or taking the bus." He pulls into the parking lot of you work.
Unbuckling your seatbelt you glance at him, knitting your brows together. In the last two days, Seungcheol has been going out of his way to be nice to you.
"It's okay, you're busy, I can take the bus."
"I would prefer I pick you up." He turns the car off.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'll see you right here at five."
Work was quite uneventful to say the least. On your break you were checking in with Jeonghan, trying to see if he wanted to do something for dinner. You weren't expecting him to tell you he's going to be at school even later then normal.
When work finally ends you find Seungcheol leaning against his car outside. The worst part is he looks incredibly good. He's dressed in jeans and a shirt that shows off all his muscles. Staring at him for probably too long, you're reminded of your stupid crush on him. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.
"How was work?" He ask as soon as you get close enough.
"Uneventful."
You open the passenger door and get into the car. Seungcheol hops in and watches as you buckle your seatbelt.
"Do you have dinner plans?" He asks.
"I was trying to have dinner with Hannie, but he's stuck at school." You let out a sigh.
"Joshua said he's at Kitten's place tonight." You're hit with the realization that it's really just you and Seungcheol tonight. "Did you maybe want to grab something on the way home?"
"I'm not sitting down in a restaurant with you." That would feel too much like a date, and you refuse to do that to Jeonghan.
He holds his hands up surrendering. "I was thinking we could grab take out. Hell we can even pick food up for Jeonghan."
Your brows knit together trying to think of what to say. This entire situation feels weird.
"Sure."
"Did you want to stop by that Thai food place I know you like?" You realize that Seungcheol pays attention to you more than you thought he did.
"You know which Thai food place I like?"
"Yeah, it's the one off third street. I always see the menu in our kitchen." He gives you a gentle smile.
"Oh."
Seungcheol buckles up and starts driving towards the restaurant. You send Jeonghan a text letting him know you'll have dinner for him once he's finally home from school.
Arriving at the restaurant, you both head inside together. You order pad the Thai and tom yum soup that you and Jeonghan both like, and before you can pay, Seungcheol jumps in and adds to the order. He hands over his credit card before you can even process what's happening.
"You didn't have to do that." You say as you walk over towards little table to wait for your food.
"I know but I wanted to."
The wait for the food only takes about ten minutes. Seungcheol grabs the bag and you both head out to the car.
Arriving home you follow Seungcheol into the kitchen. He sets the bag down and starts grabbing bowls and plates. You work on dishing yourself and saving Jeonghan's food for him. You set it aside and join Seungcheol at the table.
This is definitely and odd experience, in the whole time you've lived with Seungcheol, you don't think you've ever had dinner just the two of you.
You eat in silence for a few moments before Seungcheol finally speaks. "This place is really good. I can see why you and Jeonghan like it."
"He actually found it. He took me there one night to get me to stop studying. I had given myself a headache from studying nonstop and he begged me to take a break. He bribed me by telling me he found the place with the best pad Thai around." You remember that night fondly. You were well aware of your feelings for Jeonghan long before then, but you realized that night you fallen so hard for your best friend/roommate.
"Jeonghan has always been really good to you." He sounds sad as he says it.
"He is."
"I wish I had treated you better." He wishes he could go back and change things.
"I didn't need you to treat me better." You sit your spoon down. "I know you regret things Cheol, but maybe it's best you didn't complicate things back then."
"Back then?" He raises his brow.
"You're complicating things now." You don't want to have this conversation. You don't want him to know that he does nothing but confuse you.
"I am?"
You pick up your chopsticks and take another bite of your food. Seungcheol carefully watches each of your moves.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Things should be easy for me and Hannie, but you've managed to make things complicated." You let out a sigh, putting your chopsticks back down.
"Are they not easy?"
"No, because you're confusing me. I'm doing nothing but hurting Hannie because I'm so fucking confused."
"How am I confusing you?" He respones.
"Because for some reason I don't just have feelings for him." It hurts to say it out loud. You don't want Seungcheol to know you feel something for him.
"Do you like me?"
"No." You stand up quickly.
"Liar." He follows you and stands up.
"I don't want to like you. I want love only Jeonghan." You point your finger at him.
You saying you love Jeonghan feels like a bucket of ice cold water being poured in him.
"You love Jeonghan?"
"Yes. I haven't been able to say it out loud to him yet because I'm scared I'm going to hurt him."
You turn on your heels desperately needing to escape this conversation. Seungcheol grabs your hand stopping you from leaving. "Why would you hurt him?"
"Because I can’t shut off my feelings for you." You practically seethe. He drops your hand and stares at you completely shocked.
"Darling."
You shake your head. "Don't call me that."
Seungcheol stomach is twisting at the thought of you being so upset. He doesn't mind pushing Jeonghan's buttons while fighting for you, but the thought of you being upset at the idea of having feelings for both of them hurts. Seungcheol never wanted to do anything to upset you.
"I'm sorry." That the only thing he can think to say.
"I think dinner is over." You pull your hand away and instead of going to your room, you go off to Jeonghan's to wait for him.
It's close to ten at night with Jeonghan finally walks into the apartment. He finds Seungcheol sitting on the couch looking extra pouty.
Jeonghan knits his brows and debates on even interacting with him.
"What's wrong Cheol?"
Seungcheol glances up. "I just had a bad night. I'm going to stay with Jihoon tonight. You two can have the apartment to yourself."
Jeonghan instantly knows something happened between the two of you.
"She's in your room." Seungcheol says before heading out.
Jeonghan walks into his room and finds you laying on his bed. You're dressed in a baggy shirt that you've definitely stolen from his closet and a pair of panties. You instantly light up at the site of him.
"Hi, Hannie."
He walks over and presses his lips to yours for a quick kiss.
"Cheol, said we have the place to ourselves tonight."
"Oh." He was expecting more of a response then that.
"Is everything okay?" He starts to remove his clothes he's worn today, and gets dressed in just a pair of sweatpants.
"Seungcheol was just annoying me. Nothing new really." He can tell there is more to the story, but if you don't want to talk about it he won't push you.
"I have Thai food waiting to you."
You both head out into the kitchen. You get Jeonghan food and place it on the table. You both sit there chatting as he eat a very late dinner.
"With tomorrow being Saturday, why don't we spend the day together?" Jeonghan asks between bites.
"That would be great." Desperately need some alone time with Jeonghan, especially after today.
"Maybe we could take a trip to the aquarium. I know you mentioned wanting to see the jellyfish."
"I would love that."
Jeonghan takes a couple more bites of his food. "Darling, what actually happened with Seungcheol?"
You let out a heavy sigh and look down at the table. “We kinda got into a fight, or I guess you could say I just yelled at him." You feel embarrassed thinking back to it.
"About what?"
"Just about how he's interfering with what's going on with us."
Jeonghan puts his chopsticks down and reaches across the table. He takes your hand and gently squeezes it. "Baby, he's not messing up what we have."
"I feel like I'm just hurting you, because I can't turn off my feelings for him."
"It's okay. As long as your like me that's all that matters. It doesn't matter that you like him too." Jeonghan has told himself that if he loves you and you like him nothing else matters. He knows what you have together will be nothing compared to Seungcheol.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
He gives your hand another squeeze. "Baby stop stressing about Cheol. Just let yourself enjoy what we have. We can figure out the whole Cheol situation later."
You both clean up the kitchen before heading off to Jeonghan's room. You're curled up in bed next to him. He's scrolling through his phone as your head is resting on his chest.
"Hannie, thank you for being patient with me."
He leans down and kisses the top of your head. "I'm just glad I finally get to be with you." He wants to tell you he loves you, but he knows right now isn't the time. He's just happy he gets to go to bed holding you every night right now.
Early in the morning Jeonghan wakes up and makes you both a cup of coffee. He left you in his room sound asleep.
Can't help but let out a little laugh at the sight of Joshua slowly sneaking back into the apartment looking disheveled.
"Must have been one hell of a sleepover." Jeonghan says startling him.
Joshua stops and looks at his roommate. "Nothing happened."
"The three hickies on your neck says otherwise." Joshua can pretend all he wants that him and Kitten are being sneaky, but it's very obvious to everyone that lives in this apartment what is going on.
"We're not discussing this." Joshua lets out a sigh and walks towards Jeonghan.
Jeonghan rolls his eyes and sits down at the kitchen table. "Fine we don't have to discuss it."
Joshua walks over and steals the coffee that was intended for you. "So what's going on with you and darling?"
Jeonghan takes another sip of his coffee. "We're definitely together. We haven't labeled it officially, but to me she's my girlfriend."
"Why haven't you labeled it?"
Jeonghan isn't sure how much Joshua knows. In this apartment, there aren't many things that are kept a secret.
"Cheol has complicated things."
"Is it because they slept together?" Joshua is a smart man, and he was clearly able to put two and two together.
"You know about that?"
"She hinted about it one day, and after she was covered in hickies a while back I just assumed that's when it happened."
"I don't care that they slept together. Things are just complicated."
Joshua has been one of Jeonghan's best friends for a while now. If anyone could give him advice, it would be him.
"How are the complicated?"
"Darling likes me a lot, and I love her. The problem is she has feelings for Seungcheol too. She said they're not as strong as what she feels for me. She just said she can't seem to shut off what she feels for him."
"Does it matter to you?" Joshua asks, before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Honestly no. As long as she likes me, it doesn't matter. I just want to be with her. I don't think one day she'll decide she wants to leave me for him."
"Then I say tell her that. Tell her you love her."
Jeonghan lets out a little chuckle. "How did you know that I havent told her I love her?"
"Because I know you."
"I need to tell her."
-
Standing in the middle of the big glass that looks out in the sea of jellyfish Jeonghan pulls out his phone to snap some photos of you. He doesn't want to forget this moment ever. You turn around and signal for him to join you.
Walking over, he stands right next to you. You reach out lacing your fingers with his.
"Thank you for bringing me here." You glance over at him.
"Anything for you darling." He looks out at the dark water, watching as the fluorescent jellyfish move around.
He glances at you watching as you smile. You look so incredibly happy, to the point you're practically glowing.
"Can I say something?"
You glance over at him. "Of course."
"I love you." Instantly a weight feels as if it's been lifted off his shoulders as those three little letters finally leave his lips.
You turn to face him. A smile tugs at your lips. "I love you too." There was this little voice inside his head telling him you didn't feel the same way. Hearing you say it back makes his heart flutter. He knows things aren't going to be easy and even though you both love each other, there’s still a certain someone complicating things between you.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoon jeonghan x f.reader, choi seungcheol x f.reader
things feel more complicated then ever, when love gets involved.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): roommates to fucking, angst, smut, romance, friends to lovers, love triangle
𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.5k
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: seungcheol is trying his best, fuckboy Seungcheol, jealous seungcheol, mentions of protective/jealous jeonghan, jeonghan is quite literally the best boy here, lots of hurt and emotions in this one. mc is extremely confused about her feelings, best boy roommate joshua.
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, soft sweet vanilla sex, heated make out session, oral (fem rec), body worship, marking, cum play, creampie, breast play, p in v intercourse, cock warming?, nicknames: baby, darling (hers), hannie, baby (his)
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
𝐚𝐧: I’m sorry this took so long to post. I’ll try and have part four out quicker. Thank you @aeristudios for helping me with this one. Thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading. I wanna know what everyone thinks of each of the boys.
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They say all is fair in love and war. After Jeonghan’s not so pleasant conversation in the kitchen with Seungcheol, he’s made the decision that he doesn’t need to fight fair. He’s not going to outright tell you to pick him, but he’s going to fight like hell to prove he’s the one.
After Jeonghan's encounter with Seungcheol you immediately know something happened. Jeonghan is trying to act normal, but you can tell he seems to be overthinking everything. Hell, even Seungcheol is acting weird. It’s been a long day at school studying and you’re sitting in the kitchen with Jeonghan and Joshua working on some homework. Seungcheol comes into the kitchen and watches you guys for a minute. He’s standing holding two coffees.
Joshua looks up and gives Seungcheol a confused look. “What’s up Cheol?”
“I just came from class and stopped by a coffee shop to grab coffee. ____ I got you the banana latte I know you like.” You look up and knit your brows confused by his sudden nice gesture.
Jeonghan leans back and crosses his arms. It’s clear Seungcheol wasn’t lying, he planned on trying to win you over. Jeonghan looks at you, watching you study Seungcheol for a moment before finally speaking. “Thanks Cheol. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I kept thinking of you today, and I thought you might enjoy a surprise coffee.”
Jeonghan knew Seungcheol wasn’t going to make this easy. “I’m just stopping by, before heading to the gym for Jihoon. Maybe we can all order pizza tonight.” It’s been months since the entire apartment hung out together. Jeonghan is literally silent, unsure of even what he should say. You’re also quiet, this is all very unexpected.
“I planned on staying home. I think Kitten might come over.” Joshua’s other best friend coming over might make this whole situation a little less awkward.
“How does it sound like eight?” Seungcheol asked.
“That works.” You chime in.
Seungcheol heads off to the gym and shortly after Jeonghan excuses himself, leaving you alone with Joshua.
“I should go pick up Kitten. You should maybe talk to Jeonghan.”
Closing your laptop you look at Joshua for a moment. This whole apartment feels filled with tension. “Is Jeonghan mad at me?”
“No, you silly goose.” Joshua pats your head. “I think he is just under a lot of pressure at school and Cheol and him have been butting heads.” There is a nauseous feeling in your stomach at the thought that you’re the reason he and Seungcheol are butting heads. “Just go spend time with him before the movie. I’ll be back soon with Kitten.”
Walking into Jeonghan's room you shut and lock the door behind you. You find him sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone. “Hannie, are you okay?”
He looks up and gives you the best smile he can muster. “Yeah.”
“That doesn’t sound convincing.” Putting your knee on the bed you crawl towards him. You move so you’re sitting on his lap. He silently watches you as you push his hair away from his face. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“You, you’re always on my mind. Even before we could comfortably be intimate. You’re always on my mind. You’ll probably be on my mind forever.” Since he met you, he’s known he was going to fall head over heels in love with you.
“Are you upset with me?” You rest your hand gently on his cheek.
“No, I’m not upset with you.” He shakes his head gently.
“What’s wrong?” It’s clear you don’t plan on dropping this.
“Seungcheol pissed me off the other day.”
Your face falls instantly. Jeonghan hates that you immediately seem sad. “Hey, don’t worry about it—” he pauses. “Darling?”
“Yeah?”
“I just want you to know, I care about you so much. I like you, like I have never liked someone before.” He wants to tell you he loves you, but until he can figure out the Seungcheol situation he doesn’t want to confuse you more, by just blurting it out.
Leaning forward you rest your forehead against his. “Hannie—”
“You don’t have to say anything else. I just want you to know that I care about you.” He rubs his hand up and down your back. Leaning forward you press your lips to his for a gentle kiss.
“Darling, why don’t we just lay here for a little while?”
Pulling back you give him a small smile. You wanna cancel tonight. You just want to stay locked away in his bedroom, away from Seungcheol. “Can I sleep in here tonight?”
“Of course.”
Wrapping his arms around you, he moves you both so he’s laying down with you practically plastered on top of him. Your head rests on his chest. Mindlessly, he runs his hands up and down your back. Lifting your baggy sweater, he drags his hand across your bare skin.
“We have about two hours.” You sigh.
“Does that mean we can nap?”
Looking up at him you give him a mischievous smile. “All you want to do is nap?”
He captures his bottom lip between his teeth. “What are you suggesting?”
“I don’t know.” You rest your head back down on his chest.
“Baby look at me.”
Looking up at him through your lashes, you can't help but think he looks good. “Hannie, what should we do?” Shifting your leg you grind against his thigh. “Can you eat me out?”
“Take off your panties and leggings, baby.”
Rolling off him, you follow his request. You leave your sweater on, you’re sprawled out on his bed. Your feet rest on the grey cotton comforter, with your legs spread. He’s laying on his stomach. His face is buried in your wet core. Your fingers are tangled in his dark hair holding him against your core. He’s so good with his mouth. One arm is wrapped around your thigh, while the hand is busy teasing your wet entrance.
Biting your bottom lip you try your hardest not to scream. You moan his name like a prayer. “That’s it baby.” He moans, pulling away slightly.
“Fuck—” Every muscle in your body feels tense as you get close to the edge. “Please.” You’re practically begging for your release. Jeonghan adds another finger, pumping them in and out of your tight walls. “Han—nie.” You whine.
The noise he’s pulling from you, is enough to make him hard. He grinds against the bed hoping for some relief as he pushes you close and closer to the edge.
Your high hits you hard. Rolling your head back, you bite your bottom lip so hard you’re worried you might draw blood. Your walls flutter around his fingers. He slowly licks at your clit, helping you ride out your high.
Pulling back, he’s wearing a grin. He puts his fingers in his mouth licking your release. “You taste so sweet.”
He pushes himself up sitting on his knees between your spread legs. His erection is straining against his lounge pants.
“Do you want me blow you, or do you want to fuck me?” You push your sweater up just below your bra.
“Baby what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“As you wish.”
He gets off the bed long enough to remove his clothes. He pumps his length slowly watching you. His length is leaking precum, he’s clearly ready to go. Crawling back on to the bed, he sits on his knees between your spread legs.
He takes his cock in hand and runs it through your wet folds. Earning a moan as he nudges your sensitive clit. Pushing into you slowly, a gasp passes your lips as he bottoms out.
“I want you close.” You want to feel him as physically close as possible.
He moves so he is practically resting on top of you. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair. He’s staring at you, as if you’re the only person in the entire world.
He moves at a slow and deep pace rolling his hips into you. One of your legs wrap around his waist. Your foot rests just above his butt, pulling him closer to you.
He grabs one of your hands, holding it above your head. His fingers are laced with yours. He continues thrusting into you with deep thrust. He starts picking up the pace.
“Fuck—” You moan against his lips.
“You’re so good.” He groans.
He grabs your other hand, pinning it above your head. His nose rests against yours. Desperately you want to kiss him.
“Hannie—”
“Close.” Your body feels like a live wire.
“Cum for me baby.” He crashes his lips against yours. He kisses you like he needs you to breathe. The world feels as if it’s stopped moving and all that matters is you and Jeonghan. Your walls contract around him as your release crashes over you.
Logically he should pull out, but all the logical parts of his brain have shut off. He picks up his paces, chasing his own high.
He falls apart moaning against your lips. His milky release fills you to the brim. He still for a long moment. He releases your hands. Reaching up he pushes your hair away from your face. Closing your eyes you give him a dazed smile.
“My pretty girl.”
Gently he pulls out, watching as his release starts to drip. Without thinking, he runs his finger through your wet folds, pushing his cum back inside you. There is this dirty little voice in the back of his head that’s happy about the fact that even though Seungcheol wants you, you’re filled with his cum. He hates that he has that possessive thought.
“I need to clean you up.” He hops off the bed and grabs his lounge pants. He throws them on before jogging off to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth. Crawling back on the bed he sits between your legs, and gently wipes away the mess he’s made.
“Thank you.” You sound dazed.
“You don’t need to thank me.” He rubs your thigh.
“You made me feel good though.” You sigh.
“My one goal is to make you always feel good.”
“Can you lay down with me?” You pat the bed next to you. Without saying a word he lays down next to you. You reach over lacing your fingers with his. “I know Cheol is upsetting you. I just want you to know, I want you.”
You saying that should ease his mind, but he’s so scared he’s going to lose you. He’s not sure he can handle the heartbreak of watching you slip through his fingers. “I want you too.”
There is a long beat of silence. “Why don’t we take a nap before movie night starts.” You cuddle close to him.
-
Joshua and Kitten have arrived back at the apartment. The first thing you notice on the side of Kitten’s neck is two hickeys. You saw her yesterday, and she definitely didn’t have them. You’ve had a sneaking suspicion for a while something was going on with her and Joshua. And by the way she’s watching him set the pizza up at the table, you’re starting to think your suspicions are right.
Realizing you can’t find your phone you head off to Jeonghan’s room to find it. You quickly find your phone sitting on his nightstand. Walking out of the room you’re greeted to the sight of Seungcheol exiting his room right across the hall.
“How was your coffee?” He asked, leaning against his door.
“It was good. Thank you for thinking of me.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I actually think about you all the time.” He has a good idea what unfolded between you and Jeonghan while he went to the gym. Jeonghan isn’t going to make this easy, so there is no point in Seungcheol trying to be subtle.
“Cheol.”
“I meant it when I said I was sorry. I also meant what I said about wishing I would have acted on my feelings.” He steps closer to you.
“I have something really good with Jeonghan, and you’re complicating it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you’re sorry.” You tilt your head studying him.
”I just want to prove to you I can be a good guy.” He reaches out slowly, testing the waters. His hand lingers against your cheek as he pushes the hair away from your face.
“Darling, can you grab my spare phone charger?” Jeonghan shouts from the living room. Pulling away from Seungcheol you snap out of it.
“Sure.” You yell back.
You step back from Seungcheol and rush off to Jeonghan room. Stepping inside you take a deep breath. Being that close to Seungcheol makes your head spin.
Walking towards Jeonghan you hand him his phone charger. He gives you a smile before leaning in and kissing the side of your mouth. You don't need to turn around to know that Seungcheol is watching you closely.
Everyone quickly devours the pizza. The boys take this time to pick something to watch. You could careless what you watch. You're honestly too distracted by Seungcheol.
Sitting on the living room couch, cuddled close to Jeonghan. Joshua is sitting on the couch next to you with Kitten sitting on the floor between his legs. Your eyes keep flicking over and watching him mindlessly play with her hair. Seungcheol is sitting in the chair next to the couch. You can feel his eyes burning into you. After way too much arguing between the boys, they decided to turn on some action movie. Personally, you aren’t paying attention, you’re focused on Jeonghan’s arm that is thrown over your shoulder. His hand resting by your shoulder is toying with your sweater.
The longer the movie plays the harder it is for you to stay awake. The movie ends and Joshua takes Kitten home. You're left on the couch as Seungcheol and Jeonghan silently clean up. You're in a twilight sleep, barely awake.
Jeonghan is try to focus on making the apartment look decent so he can escape Seungcheol and take you to bed. At this moment all he wants to do is hold you.
Jeonghan is washing a few of the dishes that were used while Seungcheol is putting away left overs.
"Jeonghan?" Seungcheol closes the fridge.
"What Cheol?" He continues washing the last dish.
"Do you want me to carry her to bed?" Seungcheol already knows Jeonghan is going to say no, but he can't stop himself from asking.
"No."
"She's tired."
Jeonghan shuts off the sink and lets out a heavy sigh. "I'm aware. I'll get her into my bed. Just leave her alone." He wipes his hands dry on the towel hanging near him.
"Are you really that territorial of her?"
"Fuck off Cheol. I'm too tired for your bullshit."
Seungcheol lets out a bitter laugh, "You act like I asked if I can take her to my bed."
"I'm not playing this game. I'm going to bed."
He walks out of the kitchen and heads straight to the couch, where you're sound asleep. He pushes your hair away from your face. Seungcheol stands in the door way watching both of you.
"Baby, let's go to bed." Jeonghan calling you ‘baby’ feels like a stab to Seungcheol’s gut.
Your eyes flutter open. You had barely fallen asleep. You slowly blink at Jeonghan. A silent yawn passes your lips. You stand up with Jeonghan's help.
Looking over by the kitchen you find Seungcheol watching you both with a hurt look on his face. Lacing your fingers with Jeonghan he leads you off to his room.
Stripping down to your panties and shirt you've left in his room. You crawl under the covers.
Laying on your side you watch Jeonghan start getting ready for bed. He seems tense.
"Hannie?"
"I'll be there in a minute, darling."
"I like when you call me baby."
He turns around, tension slowly dissipates from his body. "Okay, baby." You've always loved that he's called you darling since you met, but now that things have shifted between you, you've grown fond of him calling you baby.
He pulls back the cover crawling into bed next to you. Pulling your body close, he pushes your hair away from your face.
A quiet yawn passes your lips. He can help but smile at how cute you look.
"Someone is ready for bed."
He lays on his back, pulling you close to him. Your bodys as close to eachother as possible. Your head is resting on his chest, as your leg is thrown over his stomach. It doesn't take long before you're sound asleep in his arms.
Jeonghan lays there hold you. He hopes no matter what happens he never loses you.
-
This morning is off to a terrible start. You forgot to set your alarm, and normally Jeonghan would wake you up, but he's has a super early class in the morning.
You start throwing on any clothes you can grab that make you look at least decently nice.
Rushing out into the kitchen you're praying Joshua is home so he can take you to work. Instead you're greeted to the sight of Seungcheol making a cup of coffee.
"Fuck." You say under your breath.
Seungcheol glances up from his coffee. "What's wrong?"
"I'm definitely going to be late for work. I overslept. Jeonghan is at class and I was hoping Shua was home."
"I can take you. I don't have class today. I was just going to go to the gym in an hour."
"It's fine." You turn on your heels.
"It's clearly not fine. Let's go, I'll drive you." He sits his coffee on the counter.
This is probably a terrible idea, but you can't say no. You can't be late for work, and Seungcheol is your only option.
He grabs his keys sitting on the table next to the door. You silently you follow him. Arriving at his car, you're reminded of what unfolded between the two of you in the back seat.
Hopping into the passenger seat, you push away the vivid memories of his hands all over your body. Staring out the window you focus on the road.
The drive is filled with silence. The radio lightly plays giving a little bit of background noise, slightly cutting the awkward tension. Seungcheol loosely grips the steering wheel as he strums his fingers. Leaning your head against the window, you try to focus on anything other then him. This day is terrible and it just started. You somehow forgot to set your alarm. It's also Jeonghan’s long day at school, so there is a good chance he can't pick you up. Maybe Joshua can pick you up after work.
Seungcheol clears his throat catching your attention.
"What time are you off?" He asks breaking the awkward silence.
"At five."
"Jeonghan has school until seven, and Joshua mentioned something about dinner with Kitten's parents." You might not realize it, but Seungcheol is actually very observant. He tends to always know what is happening in the apartment.
"I know about Jeonghan's schedule, and I assumed Shua was probably busy." It looks like you're taking the bus home from work.
"I can pick you up. I don't want you walking home or taking the bus." He pulls into the parking lot of you work.
Unbuckling your seatbelt you glance at him, knitting your brows together. In the last two days, Seungcheol has been going out of his way to be nice to you.
"It's okay, you're busy, I can take the bus."
"I would prefer I pick you up." He turns the car off.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'll see you right here at five."
Work was quite uneventful to say the least. On your break you were checking in with Jeonghan, trying to see if he wanted to do something for dinner. You weren't expecting him to tell you he's going to be at school even later then normal.
When work finally ends you find Seungcheol leaning against his car outside. The worst part is he looks incredibly good. He's dressed in jeans and a shirt that shows off all his muscles. Staring at him for probably too long, you're reminded of your stupid crush on him. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath.
"How was work?" He ask as soon as you get close enough.
"Uneventful."
You open the passenger door and get into the car. Seungcheol hops in and watches as you buckle your seatbelt.
"Do you have dinner plans?" He asks.
"I was trying to have dinner with Hannie, but he's stuck at school." You let out a sigh.
"Joshua said he's at Kitten's place tonight." You're hit with the realization that it's really just you and Seungcheol tonight. "Did you maybe want to grab something on the way home?"
"I'm not sitting down in a restaurant with you." That would feel too much like a date, and you refuse to do that to Jeonghan.
He holds his hands up surrendering. "I was thinking we could grab take out. Hell we can even pick food up for Jeonghan."
Your brows knit together trying to think of what to say. This entire situation feels weird.
"Sure."
"Did you want to stop by that Thai food place I know you like?" You realize that Seungcheol pays attention to you more than you thought he did.
"You know which Thai food place I like?"
"Yeah, it's the one off third street. I always see the menu in our kitchen." He gives you a gentle smile.
"Oh."
Seungcheol buckles up and starts driving towards the restaurant. You send Jeonghan a text letting him know you'll have dinner for him once he's finally home from school.
Arriving at the restaurant, you both head inside together. You order pad the Thai and tom yum soup that you and Jeonghan both like, and before you can pay, Seungcheol jumps in and adds to the order. He hands over his credit card before you can even process what's happening.
"You didn't have to do that." You say as you walk over towards little table to wait for your food.
"I know but I wanted to."
The wait for the food only takes about ten minutes. Seungcheol grabs the bag and you both head out to the car.
Arriving home you follow Seungcheol into the kitchen. He sets the bag down and starts grabbing bowls and plates. You work on dishing yourself and saving Jeonghan's food for him. You set it aside and join Seungcheol at the table.
This is definitely and odd experience, in the whole time you've lived with Seungcheol, you don't think you've ever had dinner just the two of you.
You eat in silence for a few moments before Seungcheol finally speaks. "This place is really good. I can see why you and Jeonghan like it."
"He actually found it. He took me there one night to get me to stop studying. I had given myself a headache from studying nonstop and he begged me to take a break. He bribed me by telling me he found the place with the best pad Thai around." You remember that night fondly. You were well aware of your feelings for Jeonghan long before then, but you realized that night you fallen so hard for your best friend/roommate.
"Jeonghan has always been really good to you." He sounds sad as he says it.
"He is."
"I wish I had treated you better." He wishes he could go back and change things.
"I didn't need you to treat me better." You sit your spoon down. "I know you regret things Cheol, but maybe it's best you didn't complicate things back then."
"Back then?" He raises his brow.
"You're complicating things now." You don't want to have this conversation. You don't want him to know that he does nothing but confuse you.
"I am?"
You pick up your chopsticks and take another bite of your food. Seungcheol carefully watches each of your moves.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Things should be easy for me and Hannie, but you've managed to make things complicated." You let out a sigh, putting your chopsticks back down.
"Are they not easy?"
"No, because you're confusing me. I'm doing nothing but hurting Hannie because I'm so fucking confused."
"How am I confusing you?" He respones.
"Because for some reason I don't just have feelings for him." It hurts to say it out loud. You don't want Seungcheol to know you feel something for him.
"Do you like me?"
"No." You stand up quickly.
"Liar." He follows you and stands up.
"I don't want to like you. I want love only Jeonghan." You point your finger at him.
You saying you love Jeonghan feels like a bucket of ice cold water being poured in him.
"You love Jeonghan?"
"Yes. I haven't been able to say it out loud to him yet because I'm scared I'm going to hurt him."
You turn on your heels desperately needing to escape this conversation. Seungcheol grabs your hand stopping you from leaving. "Why would you hurt him?"
"Because I can’t shut off my feelings for you." You practically seethe. He drops your hand and stares at you completely shocked.
"Darling."
You shake your head. "Don't call me that."
Seungcheol stomach is twisting at the thought of you being so upset. He doesn't mind pushing Jeonghan's buttons while fighting for you, but the thought of you being upset at the idea of having feelings for both of them hurts. Seungcheol never wanted to do anything to upset you.
"I'm sorry." That the only thing he can think to say.
"I think dinner is over." You pull your hand away and instead of going to your room, you go off to Jeonghan's to wait for him.
It's close to ten at night with Jeonghan finally walks into the apartment. He finds Seungcheol sitting on the couch looking extra pouty.
Jeonghan knits his brows and debates on even interacting with him.
"What's wrong Cheol?"
Seungcheol glances up. "I just had a bad night. I'm going to stay with Jihoon tonight. You two can have the apartment to yourself."
Jeonghan instantly knows something happened between the two of you.
"She's in your room." Seungcheol says before heading out.
Jeonghan walks into his room and finds you laying on his bed. You're dressed in a baggy shirt that you've definitely stolen from his closet and a pair of panties. You instantly light up at the site of him.
"Hi, Hannie."
He walks over and presses his lips to yours for a quick kiss.
"Cheol, said we have the place to ourselves tonight."
"Oh." He was expecting more of a response then that.
"Is everything okay?" He starts to remove his clothes he's worn today, and gets dressed in just a pair of sweatpants.
"Seungcheol was just annoying me. Nothing new really." He can tell there is more to the story, but if you don't want to talk about it he won't push you.
"I have Thai food waiting to you."
You both head out into the kitchen. You get Jeonghan food and place it on the table. You both sit there chatting as he eat a very late dinner.
"With tomorrow being Saturday, why don't we spend the day together?" Jeonghan asks between bites.
"That would be great." Desperately need some alone time with Jeonghan, especially after today.
"Maybe we could take a trip to the aquarium. I know you mentioned wanting to see the jellyfish."
"I would love that."
Jeonghan takes a couple more bites of his food. "Darling, what actually happened with Seungcheol?"
You let out a heavy sigh and look down at the table. “We kinda got into a fight, or I guess you could say I just yelled at him." You feel embarrassed thinking back to it.
"About what?"
"Just about how he's interfering with what's going on with us."
Jeonghan puts his chopsticks down and reaches across the table. He takes your hand and gently squeezes it. "Baby, he's not messing up what we have."
"I feel like I'm just hurting you, because I can't turn off my feelings for him."
"It's okay. As long as your like me that's all that matters. It doesn't matter that you like him too." Jeonghan has told himself that if he loves you and you like him nothing else matters. He knows what you have together will be nothing compared to Seungcheol.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
He gives your hand another squeeze. "Baby stop stressing about Cheol. Just let yourself enjoy what we have. We can figure out the whole Cheol situation later."
You both clean up the kitchen before heading off to Jeonghan's room. You're curled up in bed next to him. He's scrolling through his phone as your head is resting on his chest.
"Hannie, thank you for being patient with me."
He leans down and kisses the top of your head. "I'm just glad I finally get to be with you." He wants to tell you he loves you, but he knows right now isn't the time. He's just happy he gets to go to bed holding you every night right now.
Early in the morning Jeonghan wakes up and makes you both a cup of coffee. He left you in his room sound asleep.
Can't help but let out a little laugh at the sight of Joshua slowly sneaking back into the apartment looking disheveled.
"Must have been one hell of a sleepover." Jeonghan says startling him.
Joshua stops and looks at his roommate. "Nothing happened."
"The three hickies on your neck says otherwise." Joshua can pretend all he wants that him and Kitten are being sneaky, but it's very obvious to everyone that lives in this apartment what is going on.
"We're not discussing this." Joshua lets out a sigh and walks towards Jeonghan.
Jeonghan rolls his eyes and sits down at the kitchen table. "Fine we don't have to discuss it."
Joshua walks over and steals the coffee that was intended for you. "So what's going on with you and darling?"
Jeonghan takes another sip of his coffee. "We're definitely together. We haven't labeled it officially, but to me she's my girlfriend."
"Why haven't you labeled it?"
Jeonghan isn't sure how much Joshua knows. In this apartment, there aren't many things that are kept a secret.
"Cheol has complicated things."
"Is it because they slept together?" Joshua is a smart man, and he was clearly able to put two and two together.
"You know about that?"
"She hinted about it one day, and after she was covered in hickies a while back I just assumed that's when it happened."
"I don't care that they slept together. Things are just complicated."
Joshua has been one of Jeonghan's best friends for a while now. If anyone could give him advice, it would be him.
"How are the complicated?"
"Darling likes me a lot, and I love her. The problem is she has feelings for Seungcheol too. She said they're not as strong as what she feels for me. She just said she can't seem to shut off what she feels for him."
"Does it matter to you?" Joshua asks, before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Honestly no. As long as she likes me, it doesn't matter. I just want to be with her. I don't think one day she'll decide she wants to leave me for him."
"Then I say tell her that. Tell her you love her."
Jeonghan lets out a little chuckle. "How did you know that I havent told her I love her?"
"Because I know you."
"I need to tell her."
-
Standing in the middle of the big glass that looks out in the sea of jellyfish Jeonghan pulls out his phone to snap some photos of you. He doesn't want to forget this moment ever. You turn around and signal for him to join you.
Walking over, he stands right next to you. You reach out lacing your fingers with his.
"Thank you for bringing me here." You glance over at him.
"Anything for you darling." He looks out at the dark water, watching as the fluorescent jellyfish move around.
He glances at you watching as you smile. You look so incredibly happy, to the point you're practically glowing.
"Can I say something?"
You glance over at him. "Of course."
"I love you." Instantly a weight feels as if it's been lifted off his shoulders as those three little letters finally leave his lips.
You turn to face him. A smile tugs at your lips. "I love you too." There was this little voice inside his head telling him you didn't feel the same way. Hearing you say it back makes his heart flutter. He knows things aren't going to be easy and even though you both love each other, there’s still a certain someone complicating things between you.
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.
-
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."
-
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.
˙⋆✮ 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.
-
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.
-
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.
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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.
-
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.
