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Synopsis: You were just trying to survive. Dance, collect money, pay off your debt. Repeat. What you were not trying to do is to fall in love with someone you can’t have—not when you are owned by someone dangerous.
WARNINGS: Smut, death of character, and adorable happy ending. Part 1, Part 2
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“Y/N?” Your heart dropped. “Where are you going?”
You turned around and saw Lee, Yunho's right hand man. You cleared your throat and gave him a weak smile, "Oh, Lee," You let out a shaky breath, "You scared me."
His face remained in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. "It's almost six in the morning. Is everything okay?" He said as he took a slow step towards you.
You nodded once. “Yes, everything is fine.” You lied straight to his face.
And he saw it.
“Do you want me to wake up Mr. Jeong—?”
“No!” You cut him off as you stepped closer to him, holding to his arms to stop him from moving.
He raised an eyebrow at your, shocked by your sudden outburst. You closed your eyes and sighed as you threw your head down, "No." You said softer.
"Y/N," Lee calls your name softly. "Please, tell me what is wrong. You can trust me." He holds onto your arms now.
You shook your head as you let out a broken laugh. "Lee, I have to go." You tell him as your felt your eyes getting watery.
He nods. "O-Okay," he said as grabs the keys, still on edge, but trying to remain calm. "Where do you need to go? I'll take you."
You look at him and give him a sad smile, slightly shaking your head. "No, Lee. Not like that." You sniffed as a tear falls down your cheek. "I can't be in Yunho's life."
Lee freezes as he shakes his head in disbelief. "What? Why?" His eyes looks between your frantically.
"It's best if you don't know. It's for his protection." You said. "Please, Lee." You pleaded to him as you sniffed.
He lets out a sigh as he remained still.
He doesn't say anything.
You don't say anything.
You slowly take steps back as you remained the eye contact with him before breaking it and turning to open the door but—
"Is it Jae?"
You let out a gasp as you snapped your head to him. You don't say anything but that's all he needed to know.
He nods his head in confirmation of your silence. "It is, isn't it?" He asked once more.
"Lee," Your voice got serious. "Do not say shit. If you cared about him, you won't interfere."
You glared at him with anger. Anger that you are leaving once more. Anger that you are treating him this way. Anger over your fucking fear of Jae.
"Bye, Lee." You said quietly as you left the house as fast as possible and walked to your car, closing the car door shut as you fumbled with your keys into the keyhole.
You turned on the car and placed it in drive and headed to the gate. Lee was just standing in defeat as he gets a man speaking in his bluetooth saying you want to go home.
He sighs and presses the bluetooth, "Let her leave."
"Copy."
Lee turns around and heads back down the hallway, acting as if he never saw or spoke to you. Guilt and worry consuming within him.
—
That same morning when Yunho woke up without you in the bed, he felt something was off. He checked the bathroom, kitchen, living room—everywhere.
You were nowhere to be found.
You are not even picking up the phone nor texting back. Something was going on.
He ordered for Lee to get the men lined up and Yunho stood looking out the window, hands in his pocket. "I am going to ask only once," Yunho said in a neutral, calm voice—which only made things just as terrifying. "Who let her leave?"
The men gulped as he turned around and eyed them all down. They all just stayed looking ahead, trying to not look into his eyes. Prior to this, Lee had informed everyone of what went down between you two and strictly said to not let Yunho know anything.
Yunho scoffed as he walked back and forth, nodding his head. "Okay." He chewed on his lower lip, starting to laugh in a craze tone. "Okay. So no one is going answer me?"
He turns to Lee, looking like a madman. "You must think I am fucking stupid."
Lee shakes his head, "Sir, no—"
"I did not ask you to speak." He cuts him off. He gets close to his face and stares deeply into his eyes. "I don't know why you did what you did but I am going to find out."
Lee has only ever seen Yunho in a manic state a few times and when this side came out, it was a sight to make people cower in fear. Lee looked down as he gulped.
Yunho walked to the front door and grabbed his car keys, slamming the door shut as he drove to your apartment.
—
Yunho was hurt.
He was confused.
Angry.
Why did you leave? Why did you do this again? Did he fuck up? Did he cross a line?
Why did you push him away?
Yunho lets out a frustrated sigh as he struggled to remember your code to enter the building. He is getting to his breaking point because he wasted no time in raised his his fist to punch the fucking box until a cough stops him.
“Young man,” the voice said and Yunho turned with the arm still up. It was the same old man. “Before you go destroying property, allow me please.”
Yunho fixed himself and cleared his throat as he stepped aside. The man punched in his code and the door buzzed, causing him to raise an eyebrow at Yunho, “Well? Aren’t you going in?”
Yunho grabbed the man’s hand causing him to whine at the aggressive shake before going inside the building, “Thank you, sir, thank you!”
The man straightened his clothes as he walked away. “Kids these days.”
—
When the elevator dinged open, he takes full strides to your door and gently knocks, "Y/N," His muffled voice sounded in the silent apartment.
You covered your mouth from letting out a wail as you looked at the door with eyes full of tears. "Baby, I know you are in there." His voice broke.
You shut your eyes tightly as tears flowed down. "Talk to me." He placed his hands on the door. "Don't do this to me, please." His voice cracked towards the end.
You covered your ears as you sniffed. "What happened for you to do this?" He asks as he stared at the door as if it was you. "Was it me?" You just shook your head to yourself. "Did I do something, baby, please tell me."
It's me, Yunho. It's Jae. I shouldn't have done this. You let out a quiet sob as he kept going.
But eventually, he ended up leaving. But it didn't stop there. He would call, leave voicemails, sometimes you would see him outside your apartment waiting for you to come out.
You had called out of work at times because you felt like you were suffocating at times. You were so destroyed and you couldn't let anyone see you in such a state.
It was hard to get out of bed. Hard to do the basic things. Everything felt like a heavy weight that would drag you down to the floor. You would lie in your bathtub and zone out at times, dunking yourself in all the way and stay until you couldn't.
But life keeps going.
You had work to do.
Bills to paid.
Get the fuck up.
You shoved everything down and went to back to work. All the girls and regulars missed you. They greeted you with smiles and hugs, you did the same but felt empty behind the gestures.
You did everything in your power to avoid and ignore him and you were, fortunately, successful in it. But, when you had a moment of privacy, you would break down crying. You would tell yourself everything is okay, over and over until you believed it.
Tonight, the club was loud but it didn't drown out the pounding in your chest.
You had switched shifts.
Avoided eye contact.
Dodge every hallway he walked down. You learned how to disappear from his line of sight before he could get the chance to see you.
But of course—fates a fucking bitch.
The bar was slammed. You were moving like crazy behind the bar as men shouted drink orders over the heavy-bass music. You were immersed in your job but then you felt it—
The hairs at the back of your neck stood up as you felt the presence. You didn't have to look up to know who it was.
“Two whiskey doubles. Neat.” His voice was quiet and controlled.
He was there.
Right in front of you.
Your hands stilled as your eyes lifted slowly to look at him.
Button-down shirt, opened just enough to see the edge of his collarbone. Hair slightly messy, but his eyes were darker than you remembered.
He looked miserable. Tired. Tensed.
Could you blame him? No.
His jaw flexed once as your eyes met.
You said nothing as you grabbed a new cup and poured the drinks. You then set them down in front of him, a bit harder than you needed to.
He didn’t flinch. “Thank you.”
You nodded once, turning away but—
“Is that all I get?” You felt yourself freeze at his words.
A ran shiver down your spine.
He downed one drink before speaking. “No call. No text. No explanation.” He leaned slightly against the bar, “Just disappeared.”
Your grip on the counter tightened. “I didn’t think there was anything to explain.” Was the first thing you said to him in weeks.
It sounded colder than you meant.
His eyes searched yours and then he scoffed. “I know that’s not true.” He said quietly. “You know it’s not.”
Then you glanced to your left—people were watching.
Your voice dropped. “This isn’t the time or place, Yunho.”
“Funny,” he tilted his head to the side, “You didn’t seem to mind the time or place when I was between your legs—“
“Stop—“
“Making you feel things no one ever did—“
“Don’t—“
“Or when I said I love you and you said it back.”
Your jaw locked as you inhaled sharply. “Don’t do that.”
He leaned in closer, eyes staring deep into yours, “Then say it meant nothing.” He spat out, “Say I just imagined all of it.”
You stayed silent as you looked down to the counter. “Look me in the eyes and say it didn’t mean anything.” He said.
You shake your head and let out a scoff, “It didn’t mean shit to me.” You spat back at him.
“Bullshit.” He said, quietly. “Don’t do that to me. Don’t shut me out like some stranger you just fuck and forget—“
“You were a mistake.” You cut him off, feeling your heart crush at your own words. “I should’ve never let this happen.”
You forced the following words out. “This is what happens when I entertain a man’s delusions.” You smirked. “So just forget it. It meant nothing. You meant nothing. It was all a lie.”
Yunho looks at you with an unreadable expression. He stands up, “That’s bullshit.” He glared at you. “And you fucking know that.”
You let out a laugh, “I said what I needed to say.” You then grabbed a bottle, “Can I get back to work or will you be wasting my time some more?”
You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as you raised an eyebrow at him.
Without a single word he left.
Not bothering to glance back at you as the men surrounded his empty spot quickly, getting in your way as you watched him walk away.
I’m so sorry.
—
To say you were quietly spiraling is a huge understatement of the year.
You kept telling yourself you were okay—repeating it like a mantra until it etched itself into your brain.
You went back to the basics.
You danced when booked. Flashed smiles on cue. Collect your money and clock out the second the night ended—no lingering, no glances. Most importantly? No Yunho.
Well—sort of.
He hasn’t given up on you just yet.
It started when Hara, your co-worker, approached you with a message—a private dance. You knew you didn’t need to ask who it was—it was written all over Hara’s expression as she wiggled her eyebrows in amusement.
Your stomach twisted inside.
“Can you take him?” You asked her with a low voice, pulling your sweatshirt over your head. “Just… tell him I wasn’t feeling well or something.” You sank on the bench, your fingers trembling slightly as you slid your feet into your shoes.
The laces felt impossible to tie, your chest tightening with every loop. You can’t face him. Just breathe and everything will be okay.
Hara eyes widened, “What? Wait— are you sure?” She whispers, quickly taking a seat besides you and placing a comforting hand on your arm.
She takes a moment.
“Y/N, is everything okay? Every time Yunho is mentioned I notice the shift in you… Did something happen?” She asked gently.
Slowly you rose up from tying your shoes and looked into her eyes. “It’s nothing, Hara.” You said softly as you rested your hand upon hers, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.
Hara hesitated speaking. Her eyes flickered around the room before she leaned in, voice low. “Do… Do you want me to call Jae? I can talk to him about what’s going on—“
Fuck no.
Your entire body went stiff at the sound of his name. The sound of it makes your skin crawl. You couldn’t think of anything worse than having him involved in something you were trying to hide.
But you knew she was just trying to help you—you could even hear the doubt in her voice.
“No, no. It’s fine.” You cut her off as you abruptly stood up, forcing a smile so fast it nearly cracked your face. “I’m just not feeling it tonight. Headache. Cramps. The whole ordeal. It’s nothing serious.” You tell her as you grabbed your purse and adjusted it on your shoulder.
She gave you a face of, bitch be serious. That was the weakest excuse you have ever given.
She didn’t even move.
Just leaning back against the wall with arms folding slowly across her chest, one brow arched high.
Her look was sharp, unamused, and judgemental as fuck. “Really?” She said flatly, staring you down like she was waiting for the real reason.
You shot her a look, sucking the back of your teeth as you placed a hand on your hip. “Are you going to take him or not?”
She lifts her hands up in surrender, “Easy, easy— don’t bite.” She teased, blowing you a playful kiss. “All I’m saying is…” She gets up and steps closer to you, her tone dropping into a whisper, low and deliberate. “A man like that doesn’t keep asking for the same girl without a reason.” Her words hung in the air as she left, warm against your ear.
Something in your chest pulled taut.
Guilt. It took over your body.
If only she knew the reason why he kept asking for you.
You shook your head, wanting to get rid of your thoughts. You turned on your heels and left the dressing room, keeping your head down. You slowed in your steps and looked over your shoulder, watching Hara walk into the room where Yunho waited for you.
You then looked back and sped out of the club.
—
Meanwhile, in the room, he sat in his usual spot—legs spread, a hand loosely grabbing his drink, eyes fixed on the mirror across from him.
Waiting for you. He fucking prayed that he sees you tonight—that you had a change of mind and finally talk to him.
When the door finally creaked open and he caught a glimpse of movement in the reflection his gaze snapped up—only to see her.
Not you.
Disappointment hit him like a punch to the stomach. “Evening Hara,” he said low and steady, dragging her name out to make it obvious she is not the one he wants. “Respectfully… you’re not the one I asked for.”
Hara gives him a small smile and clicks her heels softly as she walks up to the pole, standing center as she faces him. “Evening Mr. Jeong,” she swallows her nerves under the weight of his gaze. “I know I’m not the one you were expecting but Y/N asked me to cover for her tonight.”
Of course you did.
He raised a brow, lifting his glass, taking a slow sip—an attempt to cool the anger brewing inside him. “Did she say why?” he asked, his tone smooth but edged with something sharp.
She gave a single nod. “She said she wasn’t feeling well.”
Interesting.
Silence fell between them—heavy, thick, and impossible to ignore.
He didn’t respond—just stared.
Hara shifted under the weight of his gaze, her posture stiffening ever so slightly. The tension in her shoulders betrayed her.
He wasn’t stupid. He could see it in the way her eyes would avoid eye contact with his and the slight falter in her voice.
She was lying. No shit.
And he was fucking pissed.
He just stared at her for a little longer, letting the silence engulf her until she squirms. Then, he leans back in his seat, the drink still in his hand. “I see,” he said simply—calm, unreadable. But internally? He was fuming.
Hara hesitated, taking a cautious step forward, “I understand if you’re upset. If you would rather reschedule–“
“No.” He interrupted smoothly, lifting a hand to stop her.
“You’re here now,” He gestured lightly with his fingers towards the stage. “Please. Go ahead.” She gave a small nod as she turned to the speaker system, wondering how the fuck you ever managed to be in his presence.
She pressed play, and the music filled up the room.
Mentally, he checked out.
Just gone.
His eyes may have been on the performance, but his mind was somewhere else—on you.
He goes to your house, you’re not there. He wants for you after work, you left early. He will get there early, you had switched shifts. He tried booking with you, you don’t even bother.
His jaw tightened as he swirled the drink in his hand, barely tasting it.
You were slipping through his fingers, and he fucking hated that.
But he didn’t stop.
It was a random night and Hara slipped in beside you backstage, a playful grin tugs at her lips as she nudged your side. “Lover boy is asking for you again.” she teased, singing the words in a sweet tune.
You didn’t even bother to look up.
Just bent down to unstrap your heeling, fingers moving in frustration. “He’ll learn to stop.” You muttered, gripping the heels by their straps and letting them dangle at your side.
He is making this so difficult.
You enjoyed the flatness of your foot against the cool floor, sighing in delight.
Hara hummed, slipping her arm around your shoulders. “Mmm, funny,” she said, leaning in slightly, her bright tone filling up your ears. “Something tells me he won’t.”
You didn’t respond to her as you two walked to the dressing room. Her warmth tucked against your side felt like her saying you aren’t completely alone.
Even if it felt like it.
You learned how to navigate the club like he wasn’t there. You kept doing the same things.
You slipped behind curtains, choosing different hallways when you saw him, trading time slots with other girls. But it did not matter what you did—he always saw you.
And like clockwork, your gaze would slip—just for a moment—and he’d be there. Eyes already on you. As if he never stopped watching you.
One night, you were on stage, spotlight on your skin, bass thrumming through your bones. You did your thing as always as you scanned the room and thought—
Is he here tonight? Will you see him? Do you even want to see him? Do you think he—
You froze in your thoughts.
There he was.
Front and Center.
Elbows on his knees. Jaw clenched. Eyes locked on yours like he was reading every thought. Girls on both sides—laughing, giggling, trailing their fingers along his arm.
He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.
When one tried to rest her hand on his thigh, he peeled her fingers off like she was nothing but a speck of dust. His focus never broke. Not once.
You faltered—just a breath, just a second—but it was enough.
Your eyes met his.
And in that moment, everything around you dropped into silence.
Burning under the weight of his stare who screamed questions you refused to answer. You looked away—not bearing to maintain eye contact with him.
You mentally cursed yourself for slipping again.
Or those nights when he would see you talking to a client, leading them by the hand towards one of the private rooms. Your voice was soft, your smile was beautiful.
He never wanted to snap a man’s hand in half so badly before.
He would be leaning against the back of the wall with his arms crossed and with a face blank but his eyes? Feral.
He would stare at that door in which you had vanished behind, down until it had holes in it.
But if distance is what you wanted. He will give it to you.
He stopped.
He stopped chasing you.
Stopped bothering to ask for you.
He started giving you what you wanted.
No more bookings. No more watching you. No more of him.
It pained you so much—but having him hate you or ignore you felt easy for you to get through it.
You hated hearing his name leave your coworkers' mouth in the dressing room. You would pause in what you were doing and focus on hearing what they were saying about him.
“His hands are so big.”
“He’s so hot.”
“Ugh, if I had one night with him—“
“He actually booked me for tonight. I’m about to dance on him like no tomorrow.”
“Hey, maybe Y/N can give you some pointers!”
The girls would burst into laughter as they kept on talking about him. You rubbed your temples as you clenched your jaw at their stupid commentary.
You then would look into the mirror and close your eyes—inhaling and exhaling deeply. Then continuing like you didn’t hear a single thing.
Or the time you heard his laughter as you passed the private room hallway. That deep, effortless sound that was meant for your ears only—not anymore.
It stopped you in your tracks. You looked at the door and walked closer to it and felt your heart crush up when you heard a woman’s voice follow—all soft and playful.
You swallowed hard as you just walked away.
This is what you fucking wanted.
This is what you need.
You walked straight to the dressing room and slammed the door shut.
You walked to your vanity and leaned on the counter, gripping the edge like it might hold you together.
You exhale, “Fuck.” And inhaled sharply.
But even then—no tears. You wouldn’t let yourself fall apart. Not yet. Not here.
Or another night—
Just as you were leaving, you saw him in the hallway.
Alone.
Although the distance between you two was short—he felt miles and miles away.
He just looked at you. Emptiness behind those eyes.
You give him a short nod, politely. But he just remained still, looking at you. You just adjusted the strap of your purse on your shoulder and quickly left—not wanting to spend any more time here.
But as soon as you opened the door to leave the club, you felt your eyes welling with tears. You walked to your car, fumbling with the keys and unlocked it hastily.
Once you entered you sat still on the driver side.
A pause before screaming out in misery. You punched the steering wheel with the sides of your fist in anger as you let out a sobs. You then gripped the wheel and threw your face in your arms as you wailed in misery.
You hated everything in life right now.
Or when you were at the bar, clean some glasses when your eyes—traitorously—flicked to the vip section. There he sat with his legs spread and drink in hand.
Two women on either side of him.
One leaning too close with the other said something that made him let out a smile and chuckle. But you noticed that he wasn’t touching them—not that it mattered.
He then leans back into the sofa, hands stayed wrapped around his drink. His body was stiff, sort of—barely paying attention to either of the girls.
But then, he felt something.
He felt someone looking at him, causing him to glance up—just for a second. His gaze locks straight onto you causing you to immediately look away, pretending to not notice as your stomach dropped.
Soon your attention averted to a guy who slipped to the bar for a drink, coming at perfect timing to distract yourself from what just happened.
Or the most memorable night you have had thus far.
You stupidly forgot your earring in the private room from a previous set. Feeling annoyed, you walked back to the room to retrieve it but—
You were confused to find the private room door cracked open. This was unusual. Reason being is that if no one was booked, it stayed closed to keep anyone from swiping the liquor.
And you were sure you closed it.
You pushed it open—and your heart dropped.
You hadn’t expected to see him there.
Yunho, slouched on the couch with his collar unbuttoned, a girl curled against his side, her hand resting lightly on his chest. His arm draped lazily over the backrest, the picture of ease.
But his eyes?
Already on you.
Like he’d been waiting.
You kept your expression neutral. “Just grabbing something I left,” you said coolly.
He didn’t answer at first. He just watched you as you crouched near the edge of the room, searching the floor.
Then, too casually, “You’ve been hard to find. I’m surprised you still work here.”
You swallowed the tightness in your throat. “I’ve just been keeping to myself,” you murmured without looking up.
He scoffed under his breath. “You’ve been good at keeping your distance. Impressive, really.” The sarcasm stung—but you didn’t let it show.
You stood, the earring in your palm. “Some of us don’t get the luxury of slipping up.” You gave him a plastic smile and headed for the door.
“I’ve been asking for you.” His jaw flexed.
The girl beside him stayed silent, glancing between you both.
Smart girl.
“I know,” you said gently—not cold, not cruel. Just honest. “I wasn’t available.”
You stepped into the doorway.
Then—quietly, but sharp enough to stop you, “Is this really how it’s going to end? After everything?”
Your hand froze on the doorframe.
Slowly, you turned just enough to meet his eyes. “You know that feelings like ours don’t belong in places like this.” you said softly.
And then you left—before he could say anything else.
—
Since that night, you assumed he got the message very clearly.
Tonight was a good night.
The neon lights were strobing in red and blue, casting shadows that danced in the walls from the bodies you weaved through, effortlessly—the bass vibrating beneath your heels from the floor.
You had a tray in hand with half empty glasses, rattling with the strut of your hips. You approached your table full of regulars, leaning in with your lips curling into a smile. You grabbed their empty glasses and replaced them with fresh whiskey sodas—offering a playful wink to the bold one who always tipped you extra just to get a smile out of you.
You caressed his face, “Don’t spend it all in one place.” You teased at him, pocketing the folded bills he handed you. He laughed as he took a sip, eyes glued to the sway of your walk as you turned away from them.
You were in your element—undeniably alluring, in control of yourself, something you yearned for. The way you would arched your brow at the shy ones, the flick of your tongue when you laughed, the way you leaned closer—every movement, every touch was all part of the game.
You passed the bar, dropping off dirty drinkware with a quiet clink to catch the bartender’s attention. You sighed as you looked to the side, reaching for the ticket whilst placing the fresh drinks on the tray. Once you memorize the tables, you stab the ticket in the ticket spike stand and turn back towards the tables, letting the sight take over you.
The mixture of scent sweat, cologne, and liquor lingered in the air like a second skin. As you walk, you smile slightly at your coworker who is in the cage above the DJ booth, watching the glitter catching every beam of light as she dances.
Or the two new girls who accompanied the DJ on either side, letting the music take over them as they danced without a care in the world—hair bouncing as the DJ nodded to the music, hands moving skillfully on the set.
You looked forward and smiled at the men, arriving at their table. Setting their drinks down one by one, you watched their faces light up—very eager for a cold reward after a long day on the clock. “Enjoy, gentlemen.” you said with a nod before turning on your heel, heading toward an empty table nearby.
You grabbed the fallen, spilled beer bottle on the table and placed them up right on the tray. You grabbed the rag from the tray and threw it on top to absorb the liquid as you adjusted the chairs underneath the table.
You get lost in your thoughts as you go on with your work.
Slowly but surely you were getting back into the rhythm of things. You didn’t need Yunho. You didn’t need Jae. You just needed to survive and that’s what you were going to do—was what you kept telling yourself.
The music brings you back as you keep cleaning. You slowly started to nod your head to the music, enjoying the way the club pulsed with life.
Until—
The rhythm… shifted.
It’s like you felt it—to the point where your hairs stood at the back of your neck. Goosebumps forming on your arms, a shiver running down your back as you straighten up your back from cleaning, looking down at your arms wondering what the fuck is going on.
What is this feeling?
Eyes snapped to the door, girls froze mid-laugh on their clients or in personal conversations, someone dropping a drink causing a glass to shatter. You snapped your head to the sound, just in time to see some girls sprinting to the back.
Hara grabbed your arm as she walked past you, eyes in panic. “He’s back.” She whispered with a trembling voice. “He’s fucking back, Y/N.”
You watched as one dancer—the same one who claimed she would “handle Jae when he came back”—turned pale and ran to the dressing room.
Another followed her, heels clacking in terror. Even the newer girls who had only heard of him clutched each other.
The regulars didn’t understand what was going on. But all the staff—everyone—knew the hell that was back.
The guards didn’t just tense—they reacted. One grabbed his radio. Another stepped back toward the emergency exit. You caught one mouthing, “Shit.”
And then he walked in.
Jae.
“There she is.”
The sound of his voice slithered through the room like poison.
As if shit couldn’t get worse.
You have got to be fucking joking right now.
You didn’t want to turn—but fuck—your head moved on instinct. You watched as he was already walking towards you—smirking with a slow, hungry look. You still held your tray, half-lifted, mentally telling yourself to stop trembling as you heard the slight clicking of the cups.
He didn’t stop.
Within seconds, he reached you—his hand snatched the tray away from yours, settling it down without breaking eye contact. He groans with delight as his hand finds the back of your neck, the other wrapped around your waist, dragging you into his warmth. “Mmm, my girl.”
You stumbled slightly, pressing one hand to his chest to resist him, scrunching up your face in annoyance. When your eyes looked over Jae’s shoulder, your heart stopped at the sight of Yunho.
He just stood there. His eyes, dark, locked in you—cold, unreadable. But not to you—no—he watched the way this asshole disrespected you, the way he manhandled you like you were property.
He saw the way you stiffened under his touch—the way you avoided his eye contact. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Jae whispered into your ear.
Internally, Yunho was fucking pissed—rage forming in his gut. In his mind, he was figuring out 10 different ways to break every single finger Jae had laid on you.
You kept fidgeting within Jae’s hold as he kissed your neck up and down—wet and aggressive, ugh. It just spiked your nerves with anger and disgust.
Such kisses were greedy, given without permission. He didn’t kiss you like he missed you, nope, he kissed you like he owned you.
You jerked once more, trying to shove your hands between your bodies. “Jae–stop it.” You hissed through a tight breath, looking around the room and seeing the mixture of Jae and Yunho’s men surrounding you two.
He just laughed at you—that same stupid, infuriating, cocky laugh. The type that made your skin crawl.
“Oh, baby, I missed you so fuckin’ much.” He murmured, whispering against your throat. He looks at you with wild eyes, “Have you been good for me?”
You just glared at him.
He puts his finger under your chin and tilts your head up, “I have good news,” he smirks, “and since I’m back, I think it calls for a celebration. Don’t you think so?”
Your eyes slightly widen, “Jae, I’m tired. I don’t think that’s a good ide–“
“Hey,” he cuts you off by turning his attention to one of the guys standing near the stairs, voice nonchalantly. “Bring some girls to my office.” He orders the guy. Jae didn’t notice the guy hesitating as he turned to face the club.
You stayed silent as you glared at him once more.
He lets go of your face, “Gentlemen!” He claps his hands, calling for their attention. “I’m feeling generous today—“ he pauses as he extends his arms out to the side, “Order whatever you want. On me!”
The club erupted—cheers, whistles, hands thrown in the air as the music cut to a new song and the girls at the bar sigh, scrambling to fill glasses as the bar got surrounded by men.
You rolled your eyes as you sighed—generous my ass.
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted with electricity rippling through the room like wildfire.
He then turns to you, the usual glint in his eye—dangerous. “Now,” he murmured with a smirk, “where were we?”
But before you could say anything, he turned back around, stopping short—tilting his head as he looked at the guy who hadn't moved.
Jae’s face twisted with irritation.
“What the fuck are you doing just standing there?” he snapped, stepping toward him. With a sharp flick of his fingers in the guy’s face, “I said bring the girls up. Now!”
The guy flinched, nodding sharply and rushed off.
Jae just scoffed at him as he watched him leave, “Fucking idiot.” He murmured as he went up the stairs. But the soon stopped half way up upon not hearing your footsteps following.
He slowly glanced over his shoulder. You were looking down, trying to calm down your nerves. You felt frozen, your pulse was going erratic—
“What are you doing?” You looked up and saw Jae raising an eyebrow at you.
You blinked hard, forcing your voice to come out steady. “Well, I was thinking–I just–.” You cleared your throat, composing yourself. “I think I should go get ready with the girls—“ You tell him as you turned around but—
“Y/N.”
The voice cracked like a whip.
It cut through everything.
You stopped mid-step. Closing your eyes as you exhaled.
“Get here. Now.”
When you opened your eyes, you lifted up your chin, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come.
Your jaw clenched as you inhaled and exhaled through your nose. You could feel the eyes on you—your co-workers watched in the distance with pity or fear in their eyes, men pretending to not notice, and Yunho…
Well, you could feel him—standing there in silence, simmering.
But you didn’t look at him.
You turned to face Jae, forcing a smile. The type you wore for your drunk, don’t know personal space regulars—the type you used when you were falling apart but needed to hold it together.
Your hips swayed like normal as you walked, heels clicking with each step, but your legs felt like concrete.
Jae just enjoyed commanding you in front of an audience—it gave him an indescribable power.
He was beyond cruel.
You moved up the stairs slowly. Chin lifted and lashes lowered—the final control you had over yourself. Jae took out his hand for you to reach and you slowly did, causing a satisfied grin to stretch across his face. He used his free hand and placed it under your chin, whispering to you as he leaned to your ear—his eyes looking to Yunho, “Atta girl.”
He broke his gaze at Yunho and snapped his fingers. A sharp sound to alert his men to start heading up as well. Some were smiling as they chewed the edges of toothpicks, stretching their necks as they got ready for a night of fun, while some laughed at the disgusting jokes about the girls.
Among the men—
Yunho.
He didn’t move at first.
He stood there like a statue, burning holes through Jae’s back. His hands were at his sides, relaxed but dangerous. That muscle in his jaw ticked again.
Then one of his own stepped forward, as if to speak. To say ‘we should just leave.’
Yunho lifted his hand—just barely—and the man stopped.
Silence.
Then Yunho slowly turned his head toward his crew.
A single nod was all he did and they moved.
All of them.
A quiet, synchronized march of tailored suits and quiet danger. You watched from the top of the stairs, walking forced hand in hand with Jae, as they climbed one by one, filling the space with heavy tension.
Yunho was the last.
And as he stepped up—slow, steady—his eyes never left you which made your breath hitched when you locked eyes with him.
This was going to be a long night.
—
In the office, the men spread out—laughing it up with drinks already in hand. They whistled and howled like animals as the girls came in with swaying hips and painted smiles, drifting towards them.
Some sat on a lap, another straddled a thigh as they ran their hands on the men’s chest, while some danced—not because they wanted but because they had to.
The doors behind you shut with a thud. You looked back and saw Jae’s security man guarding the door, eyes roaming the room to make sure everything was okay. The music from below the club bled through the walls and floor, just enough to make a few things rattle.
You walked past the sofa, just trying to find a place to sit far away from all the chaos but before you could even do so—Jae yanked you onto his lap. His hand gripped your waist, hard, causing you to land against him like a rag doll, couch groaning beneath you from the sudden weight.
“Ah, that’s much better.” He purred into your neck, breath reeking from cigarettes and whiskey. “Now it’s a party.”
He buried his face in your skin, inhaling like he missed the scent of you more than air. You didn’t move. You just sat there.
Perfectly still—composed.
Physically, you were on his lap, but mentally you were gone.
His hand slid up and down your thigh, fingers inching closer and closer up your thigh like he owned it and yet—you didn’t bother to look at him.
You looked anywhere but him.
Around the room.
Searching.
And then—
You saw him.
Yunho.
Sitting in the center of the sofa on the opposite side. A glass in his hand with the other rested over his knee. His demeanor looked relaxed—almost disinterested. But his eyes say a different emotion—Burning.
Locked in you.
Your breath caught, and for just a second, your composure cracked. He was able to catch a glimpse of it before you looked away—before you lost yourself even more.
Jae clears his throat, raising his glass high, shouting over the music with gleaming eyes, “Everyone,” the room hushed, ears perking to what he has to say. “A toast,”
The men around started lifting their own glasses as the girls looked at Jae. “To new beginnings! To money! Power—“ He grinned wider, eyes flicking to Yunho, “—and to the best fucking partner a guy could ask for.”
He thrust the glass toward Yunho, toasting him. Like as if they were equals.
The room erupted—shouts, laughter, glasses slamming on wood, some even pounding fists on the table. Yunho moved slowly, calm, and with a hint of danger.
He lifted his drink, tilting it in Jae’s direction.
But his eyes never left you. As he drank—slow, unbothered, cold—his stare never wavered.
It pinned you down more than Jae’s grip ever could.
Soon the chatter began to fade into respective conversations. Jae leaned back with a groan, his grin was lazy as he looked at you in amusement. “Did you miss me, baby?” He slurred to you.
His hand, once more, slid possessively across your thigh, making internally shiver in disgust.
You just stayed quiet, zoning out. He loves the challenge you give him. His hand wraps around your shoulder and brings you closer to his embrace, making you lean into his chest. “God, I’ve been dying to touch you since the moment I left.” He whispers into your ear, leaning down to neck—inhaling your perfume and lets out a satisfied sigh, “You smell so fucking good.”
In the moment of placing gentle kissing behind your ear, hands roaming your legs, his eyes flickered to Yunho—who was already looking at you two.
Jae smirked, bringing his drink to lips and taking a sip before speaking, “Tell me, Yunho,” he said, clearing his throat to lace it with mocked sweetness, “did she take care of you while I was gone?”
“J-Jae–” you opened your mouth, voice barely forming, trying to stop this conversation.
“Shut up.” He cuts you off with a hiss and a sharp glance. He then smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “The men are talking.”
Fucking prick.
You stiffened in his lap, jaw tightening as your gaze darted to Yunho. Your eyes begged to not answer him. His eyes never left yours.
He didn’t rush in answering as everyone stared at him down—waiting for a reply.
He reached for his glass, took a final sip, and set it down gently—deliberately. His stare locked on yours, sharp enough to cut right through the noise in your mind, right through Jae’s hand on your body.
“She did. In ways you’ll never understand.” He said, causing you to gulp down your nerves as your heart started racing. His eyes flicked to Jae’s hand on your waist, eyes flickered with disgust and hatred, “Does that answer your question or should I… be more specific?”
Jae blinked once. Twice.
Then threw his head back and laughed.
No—screamed.
It started low and ugly, but quickly exploded into an unhinged cackle that shattered the tension like glass on tile.
He slapped the table, nearly knocking over a few shot glasses—still having you in his embrace as you watched him with slightly widened eyes.
“Ha! Did you fucking hear that?” he howled, turning to his men like it was the joke of the century. “Or should I be specific? ” He said as he mocked the tone of Yunho’s voice. “Shit, Yunho—”
He laughed so hard his face turned red, clutching his stomach with one hand, the other still locked on your thigh. “I leave you alone for a while and you think you run this place?” He said in between laughter. “Careful, Yunho. You run your mouth like that again and I think I might forget we are on the same side.”
Jae’s men forced out a few awkward chuckles. But even they didn’t know how to respond. The girls didn’t laugh at all. Yunho’s men remained calm and collected.
The air felt suffocating in the moment.
Behind Jae’s laughter was a slight crack. Did he feel threatened?
Yunho just sat there with his elbows resting on his knees, gaze locked on you. He didn’t give a fuck if Jae was in the room, didn’t give a fuck what Jae could do— he just needs you.
You were trembling.
But not enough for Jae to notice. You felt something inside you shatter into pieces. For the first time in forever, someone had seen you. Trying to protect you from Jae’s bullshit.
And that someone’s doing just so happened to be the man you’d been trying to ignore and not feel anything for.
Jae’s laughter echoed through the room. Chest heaving, grinning so wide—he kept repeating what Yunho said—as if it was the funniest shit he has ever heard.
He took a sip to calm down his laughter and then—
It stopped.
Just like that.
In a snap of a finger.
The laughter died in his throat, and his head snapped toward you, your breath hitching. His smile was still there—but it was wrong now.
Too sharp.
Too still.
And then, without warning, he grabbed your jaw—tight.
Forced you to look at him. You yelled in shock as you held onto his wrist, “Jae! What are you doing!”
Yunho’s hand slowly formed into fists, controlling himself from causing a scene.
His thumb pressed hard against your chin, the edge of his nail digging into your skin. His face was right in front of yours now. “Let me make one thing fucking clear.” He ignored your pleas and whimpers of pain, his voice stone cold. “I don’t give a fuck about what you did with him.”
You froze at his words.
He leaned in until his lips were a breath from yours, you scrunched up your nose from the smell of alcohol as he whispered to you, “You’re mine. I own you. And you will keep giving me whatever the fuck I want. You got that?”
The room didn’t move.
The girls looked in fear as they cowardly took a step back.
Yunho didn’t breathe.
And in that moment, it felt like the walls of the office shrunk—pulled tight around your ribs, around your throat. You couldn’t look away from Jae’s eyes. You couldn’t pull back. His grip wouldn’t let you. “Answer me, Y/N.” Jae demanded of you.
You nodded frantically. “Y-Yes, Ja-Jae.” You managed to croak out as his grip deepened.
He smirked and then released you as if you were nothing—something that just bored him.
He leaned back with a shrug, easing his glass to his mouth and finishing it off as if nothing happened. Meanwhile you were panting, chest heaving as your eyes were glued to the floor—trying to grasp what the fuck just happened.
Yunho has never wanted to kill someone so bad. He watched as you suffered in silence. The way you didn’t completely shove him off or scream in his face—just pleading and giving him what he wants.
Because you knew if you didn’t, it would only make the situation worse.
Oh my god—
That’s when it just fucking hit Yunho.
That’s why you put the distance.
How could he be so fucking stupid?
Why did it fucking take him so long to understand. It was the fear that this asshole instilled in you—the unimaginable things he could do to you.
Jae was wrapped around your throat and you were just doing whatever you could to survive.
He, idiotically, assumed you were just avoiding him because you didn’t want anything with him. That maybe all you two had was nothing but a fantasy. Maybe, you really did not want him.
But the way your body is broken and shaking in its position—it was a cage.
His fingers curled tighter around his glass, knuckles going white.
He wanted to snap Jae’s neck.
He wanted to break and slowly torture Jae.
But he couldn’t—not here. Not now. Not with you still locked in that bastard’s lap, still pretending you were okay, still holding yourself together with that quiet, tortured grace that he never once understood until now.
You were terrified.
And right now, he needed to save you.
—
Finally—
The celebration had burned itself out.
Empty bottles littered the floor and tables—music was playing but low. Downstairs was the same as the club was winding down as well. The sight of security helping drunken men walk out the door as the girls counted money on stage or at the bar, while others cleaned up.
In the office, half of the men were gone. The remaining were draped across couches or slumped in chairs, heads tilted back, mouth parted with whiskey reeking out the mouths.
One snored loudly while one was passed out face down on the center glass table.
And in the center of it all, Jae laid sprawled across the velvety couch like a passed out, drunken idiot. His shirt was half open with his face flushed and arms spread out.
Completely unconscious.
Useless.
You were exhausted.
Bones ached, head was throbbing, eyes threatening to close—but you didn’t stop. You looked over at Jae and sighed as you got up. You bent over his figure, reaching into his front jeans and pulled out his car keys. He didn’t stir but just slightly groaned.
You walked across the room to his guard—the only one who was sober of the bunch. You held the keys out, slightly jingling from the action. “Take him home.” You said flatly, just worn out from tonight.
The man firmly nodded as he grabbed the keys from you and walked to Jae, trying to sit up and eventually threw him over his shoulder.
You turned around and your eyes landed on the remaining girls who looked just as tired as you with makeup smudged, waiting for permission to leave. You approached them and helped remove two drunken men off their laps, watching the fall to the floor with a thud.
You sighed as you looked at them, “You ladies can go home.” You say softly. They sighed in relief as they took off their shoes. “Go home and get some rest. Payment for tonight will be distributed tomorrow. Let me know when you make it home.”
They nodded, giving you grateful glances. One of the girls mouthed thank you before walking away with quiet, barefoot steps.
You looked around the room and noticed men still lingered. Your eyes then stopped on him. He was still seated in the shadows. You watched as he slowly stood up, eyes still locked in yours.
There was a pause.
It felt like just you and him. Time had stopped. How long has it been since it was just the two of you face to face?
You felt like your heart imploded.
You can’t do this.
Not right now.
You gathered whatever energy you had left and turned on your heel and ran.
No warning.
No words.
Just the sound of your heels crashing against the tile as you bolted out of the office and down the stairs. Where were you going? No fucking clue.
But you just needed out.
Your heart raced with adrenaline coursing through your veins as you heard the sound of glass clicking on the table and furniture being bumped into as Yunho quickly followed you with heavy footsteps.
You turned the corner, trying to catch your breath, fingertips brushing the wall to keep your balance, but before you could reach out of the hallway—
Yunho quickly grabbed your wrist. You tried fighting him off but he was too strong as he shoved you against his chest and then with one swift movement, he dragged you into a nearby room.
He slams the door closed.
One had besides your head. The other near your waist—he kept you caged in his arms. You two looked at each other with heaving chests, panting to catch your breaths. His chest is nearly pressed into yours.
You didn’t move.
You couldn’t.
There was silence.
Until he broke it—
“Was it him?” He whispered to you.
He couldn’t believe he missed that one fucking detail. The most important one.
Your breath caught in your throat, chest rising and falling. ”W-What?” You said with a quiet shaken voice.
His jaw flexed and his hands curled into fists against the door beside your head. His eyes burned into you as he leaned in closer—not threatening, but dangerously close.
“Was it Jae?”
You turned your head, voice weakened, eyes welling with tears—
“I have no idea what you’re talking about—”
“Bullshit.” He cuts you off sharply.
You flinched at his words.
And then—he moved.
His hand cups your face, gently but firm, his fingers trembling slightly as he turns your face towards his. You tried to look away once more—but his hold didn’t let you.
His eyes burned into yours—glassy, furious, begging. “Look at me, please.”
You tried to blink him away. Tried to drop your gaze again. ”Yunho, just drop it—“
“No.” His voice cracked. “No more running. No more lies. Look at me.”
Your breath hitched.
Your heart was pounding.
And when your eyes finally lifted—finally met his—you both stopped breathing.
“Was it him? Was he the reason—?”
Three words.
And everything in you shattered.
You just lost it.
“YES!” You screamed out.
The word tore out of your throat like it clawed itself out—clawing itself out for months.
Your hands flew up, shoving at his chest, getting you away from him. “Yes, Yunho! It was him!”
You walked past him as your hands reached your hair, feeling like you were going insane, room spinning. You let out a sob as you closed your eyes.
You dropped your hands to your sides and looked at him. “It’s always been him!” Your voice cracked, hot tears spilling.
“Every time I was with you, he was there in the back of my mind. Every time you touched me, it felt like—“ You paused trying to find the words. “It felt like he was watching. Every time I was starting to feel safe, just the thought of him reminded me I wasn’t!”
“I couldn’t fucking do it. I couldn’t get rid of him in my head. I couldn’t lose you to him so I decided to just stop it before we got deeper.” You sniffed. “I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to but I–I couldn’t bear to lose you to him.”
Yunho’s chest rose and fell with ragged, shallow breaths. His hands hung at his sides—twitching to reach out and to hold you but he didn’t dare. His eyes felt agony as he looked at you like you were the only thing left on this earth.
He looked at you like you were his lifeline. And it just broke you even more.
“Don’t,” you whispered, lips trembling as you took a step back. “Don’t fucking look at me like that.”
He takes a step towards you and you shoved him back, not hard but just enough. “Don’t look at me like I mean something to you.”
“You do mean something to me, Y/N,” He says as he places his forehead on yours as he closes his eyes, “I’m suffering without you. I’m drowning without you. I’m sorry I didn’t catch on as to why you left. I just—“ he swallowed the lump in his throat, “I just wanted to give you space and respect your boundaries.”
You sniffed as you felt tears forming fast.
He lets out a sad chuckle, “I miss the way you say my name. I miss the sound of your laugh. I miss the way you look at me. I miss the way you kiss me. I miss the way your body knows mine belongs with you.” He poured out his emotions. “I miss you so much, Y/N, I can’t keep pretending anymore.”
Tears started streaming down your face, slightly blurring your sight. Yunho reaches out and cups your face so gently—making shit only worse. You hated how you loved the way his thumb brushed just underneath your eye, like he was afraid you’d break.
You wanted him.
You needed him so badly.
But the flashbacks of Jae—his grip and threats he has on you. This could never be. You swallowed, trying to push the ache back down. You couldn’t let this go any deeper.
You have to protect him.
“No.” You pushed him away from you.
“You were a fucking mistake. Something I should’ve never done.” Your chest heaved as you glared at him.
He stared at you in silence for a long moment. He takes a breath—slow and controlled, like he was trying to calm down the angry storm inside him. “I know what you’re doing.” He said softly.
You blinked at him.
“I know you’re just trying to hurt me to push me away. Because you’re scared.” He takes a step closer to you. “You’re scared of what you feel. You’re scared of Jae. Scared of the unknown.”
His voice broke—low and rough. “But let me remind you, that I fucking love you. I would sacrifice everything if it meant to be with you. Stop pushing me away.”
His eyes searched yours, wild and furious and pleading all at once. “It’s you. It’s always been you. The one that I want.” He tells you. “You’re the one I fucking crave. Every second. Every breath.”
“B-Bullshit.” You stuttered as your composure was falling apart. Your mask is cracking and you could no longer keep up this facade.
“Bullshit?” He whispered, echoing your words. “You think I’m lying to you?”
He sniffed as he looked at you. “I’m falling apart, Y/N. I would trade everything I have just have you one more time and have you look at me like you used to.”
There was silence.
Until you broke it with a whimper.
A small, fragile sound of your soul cracking in half.
Your lips quivered as your eyes filled with tears once more. “I’m sorry.” You choked out, over and over, “I’m so sorry.”
He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly in his embrace as you collapsed against him. You buried your face in his chest, fist clinging to his shirt to help you stay up.
“I’m sorry,”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to—” You whispered broken apologies like maybe if you said them enough, he’d understand how deeply you regret treating him like this.
“Hey, hey,” he whispered as he placed a kiss on your temple. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say that.”
“I just feel so stupid.” Your voice was barely there.
“You’re not.” He tells you.
“I’m just a weak, stupid girl who got mixed up in the wrong things. A stupid girl who made horrible decisions—who let a stupid, moronic man own her.” You shook your head, voice trembling as you wiped your face with the back of your hand.
His hand moved slowly—one caressing up and your back while the other cupped the back of your neck. “Is that all you think you are?” His voice oozes with heartbreak. “Because what I see is a woman who survived shit that others would not be able to handle. You’re not stupid nor weak.”
He pulls back and looks into your eyes. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.” He said swaying you two slightly. “You’re not broken. You’re just tired and I’ve got you now.”
You sniffed as you tried calming yourself down, “I’m just so scared.” You confess to him, your hands finding his wrists as you hold onto them as if you’re going to collapse any second. “I’m… just so scared. I’m scared of Jae. I’m scared of losing us–“
He shakes his head, “No. Stop. What we have, nothing—no one—will come between it.” He kisses your forehead. “As for Jae, I’ll deal with him. When the time comes—I’ll make him regret ever laying a finger on you.”
There was a pause.
“I have to tell you something.” You tell him softly. “The reason I left.”
You looked down and licked your lips. “That day, I got a phone call from Jae around five in the morning,” you looked up at him, “I assumed he knew something because…” you let out a sob, “because he said something that just made me terrified.”
He holds you gently, “What did he say?”
“He said he kept dreaming of me being with another man and if he were to ever find out who it was that he would kill him.” You sobbed out loudly.
He hushes you gently, placing a kiss on your forehead. “So I just thought if I left and made you hate me, you would be okay and safe from Jae.”
Yunho holds you tighter as you break down some more. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you”
He shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. I understand why you did what you did.” He pulls himself back and looks into your eyes, “But you don’t have to do that anymore. You don’t have to protect me from him. Let me do that for you. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere.”
He leans down and presses a soft kiss on your lips.
You melted under his touch as your hands gripped his shirt tighter. You missed this so much. You missed him.
You pulled away from the kiss, voice quiet, “Can we… go somewhere else?” You asked. “I don’t want to think anymore. I just want you.”
He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. His mouth lingered on yours with a deep and slow touch until your knees threatened to give out. Your hands stayed tangled in his shirt, refusing to let go, even when he pulled back just enough to breathe.
“Let’s get out of here.” He said in a low voice, against your lips.
You nodded—silent.
Breathless.
—
The second the front door of Yunho’s house shut, he pinned you against it. His mouth crashed against yours—all hot and open—and you gladly reciprocated it back. You two were trying to memorize the taste of each other, desperately trying to burn into your skins.
You moaned as your hand grabbed the hems of his shirt, lifting it over his head, throwing it somewhere—not really giving a fuck right now. “I’ve been dreaming of you.” He breathed against your lips. “Just like this, in my arms.”
He didn’t wait for a response—quickly sweeping his arm behind your thighs and lifting you up as your back hit the wall again, legs locking around his waist and fuck—you could feel him all hard and aching through his pants and he carried you down the hall.
As soon as you two made it into the bedroom, clothes came off rapidly— desperation. He dropped you onto the mattress, hovering over you once more, his mouth capturing your lips once more before pulling back.
“Let me take care of you.” He tells you in a deep voice with his pupils blown wide. He starts moving down, mouth closed over one nipple—sucking deep with slow pulls that had you gasping, back arching off the mattress.
His other hand massages your other breast—thumb flicking and rubbing over your nipple until it hardens. To which then he switches, sucking on the hardened one—teeth grazing it lightly which makes you let out a whimper.
You let out a sigh of pleasure as your back meets the mattress—feeling him kiss lower and lower as both hands massages your breast. His kisses felt hot, burning, leaving marks as he worshiped your body.
“I missed you so much.” He murmured.
“I missed you more.” You breathed out.
And then—
He dragged his mouth down, leaving a burning trail straight to where you craved him the most. You tried closing your thighs from the overwhelming sensation but he caught you with your hands sliding down your sides, hooking his arms underneath your trembling thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed.
You felt his breath against your soaked panties and gasped—
Your pussy clenching onto nothing—desperate for his touch.
He looked up at you once. “Stay open for me.” He said with dark, hungry eyes. He then moved with a slow and filthy look as he pressed teasing kisses, running soft drags over his tongue over your heat causing you to buckle your hips towards him, grinding helplessly- desperate for more.
He growled lowly—sounds of pure satisfaction. He then slides your panties off and you barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you.
The way his tongue licked a slow, hungry stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. And then—he latched onto your clit, sucking a soft and hard combo type of pressure that sends you into a screaming mess.
He grips your thighs—thumbs digging into them— forcing them wide open as your back lifts off the bed again, clutching at his hair grinding into his face. You clenched as you heard his groan, feeling the vibration right through your core.
He moaned and groaned like he was starving. His tongue put pressure on you until you were writhing uncontrollably. And then—
His fingers.
“Shit—fuck, don’t stop, please—” You were losing your mind. You couldn’t think or breathe. Gasping as your hands gripped onto his hair, sheets, pillows—something to anchor you down in this moment.
He pushed them in as he sucked on your clit—curling them upwards as he pushed them in and out, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.
Your thighs trembled.
Your body, shaking.
The stretching and pumping made you scream as his tongue circled your swollen clit. “Yunho–I’m gonna—Oh! I’m gonna—“
You couldn’t speak.
You just grabbed his hair so tightly he moaned against you. He went faster and faster, fucking you through it, sucking it harder, fingers going in deeper until your orgasm hit you.
“Yunho, ah! Yunho” You sobbed out his name all wrecked, hips bucking helplessly against his mouth as he licked every last drop of pleasure that oozed out.
He didn’t stop until you gasped, begging him to do so.
And when you did, he finally pulled back with his mouth glistening. His fingers remained inside you, thumb drawing small soft circles that made you jerk slightly from the overwhelming sensation.
He looked up at you—all ruined, panting, fucking deperate.
"Don’t ever fucking leave me again." Yunho rasped, as he stood up, taking off his pants and boxers down his hips with devastating slowness, revealing his already hard, heavy, leaking member.
His voice was hot and broken from the way he worked mercilessly on you. “You look so perfect like this.”
You whimpered as your thighs rubbed up one another, watching his length in his hand. “You’re going to take everything I give you, right?” He asked as he kneels on the bed, getting between your legs. “Every last drop, right?”
“Fuck, yes.” You moaned to him.
“Is that right, baby?” He hovers his lips over yours
“Yes. Yes, Yunho,” You breathed out.
“Everything you give me.” Your hands reached to make place on his shoulders. “I’ll take it.”
You felt fucking feral—
needy and desperate and owned— But you loved it.
He smirked, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it and then on your lips. “Good.” His voice felt like it was wrapped in velvet. “Keep your eyes on me.”
His arms braced on either side of your head—lowering his hips between your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of the thick, heavy weight of his cock, slowly being dragged against your soaked folds. You bite your lower lip, waiting for the moment he goes in and claims you, but he takes his time.
He lowered his face to yours, mouth brushing against your cheek, jaw, throat—peppering kisses, his breath hot and shaking with restraint.
And then—
He whispered in your ear, “I’m going to take my time with you.”
You moaned in response, gripping his arms a little tighter. He grinds once more, coating himself in your wetness.
You let out a sigh of desperation, “Please, Yunho… please.” You whispered.
And that was all he needed.
With one slow thrust, he pushed inside you. Stretching you out, filling you up. Breaking you open like you were made for him. But he didn’t rush into it. It was slow and deep causing you to dig your nails into the broad muscles of his back as you were gasping for air.
“Shit!” You whispered as you closed your eyes, mouth parted.
“Look at me, baby.” He said grabbing your face gently, “Keep those pretty eyes on me as I fuck you.”
You nodded frantically, gasping, your thighs twitching around his waist, pussy clenching at his words causing him to groan low in his chest. He started to move, slowly, grinding into you.
Every thrust felt like the wind was knocked out of your lungs. “I missed you so much.” You tell him between moans.
The drag of his cock made your toes curl and vision blur from the feeling. His hand slid under your jaw, tilting your face up, forcing you to look at him, planting a kiss on your lips.
The way he watched you made your heart race. You couldn’t blink or look away.
Soon he started to pick up the pace—pounding hard, deep brutal strokes into your clenching hole. He smirked as he watched your mouth fall open with broken sobs pouring out of you helplessly.
“Fuck,” he moaned out, his voice all wrecked. “You feel so fucking good… keep squeezing me like that.” Every thrust made your body jerk the bed, bed frame hitting the wall, “yess, just like that baby.”
You sobbed his name, feeling the pressure coiling low in your stomach again, too fast. “Yun-Yunho, ah, yes! Like that, please, please!”
“Cum for me again, baby.” he growled in your ear, his hips snapping harder, fucking you into the mattress. “Gonna cum all over my cock, baby?”
You nodded frantically, broken, wrecked, completely fucking gone for him. “Yes!Yes!Yes!” You screamed out as the pressure built up faster and faster.
And then you shattered. Harder than the previous one. Your walls clenched so violently around him, losing himself as he pounded harder, desperate to chase his own release. He holds your hips down, thrusting so fucking deep, you could’ve sworn you were going to break.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, grinding deep inside you as he fills you up completely. His body shuddered against your as he came hard, holding you to him like were the only thing keeping him alive.
You shattered around him, gasping, sobbing, your nails clawing uselessly at the sheets as he fucked you through your orgasm—
But it was far from over.
You cried out, overwhelmed, overstimulated as he just kept going. “Yunho, please, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He cuts you off with a kiss. Slowly, he pulled out of you, painfully slow causing you to whimper from your raw, ruined throat. He chuckled low under his breath as he grabbed you gently, strong arms lifting you onto his lap.
Your body was ruined and over sensitive as you straddled him—thighs trembling against his hips. You pressed your hands against his chest and he reached and grabbed your chin, titling your face up to look into his dark eyes.
“I’m yours.” He tells you and you paused for a moment. “No one else’s. I belong with you and you with me.”
His words hung heavy on you.
Your breath hitched.
His words break down everything you tried so hard fighting to push deep down in your soul.
You leaned in—slowly with some hesitation, your lips barely brushing and then you kissed him.
Soft.
Careful.
Real.
His hands stilled on your waist, holding you as a sign of security and safety. He let out a soft whimper, almost as a thank you. Your hands snaked into his hair and you tugged it slightly and he tightened his arms around your waist.
And just like that—you stopped running.
You aligned his member with your hole and slowly sank down, causing him to moan into your mouth as you whimpered at the stretch, filling you up once more. You let your hand slide down the center of his chest—slow and teasing.
You kissed the corner of his lips.
Then his jaw.
Then his throat.
You felt him shiver underneath you—He wasn’t moving, he was letting you lead.
Every movement you did made every vein rub exactly where you needed it. He hissed through his teeth as he threw his head back, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly you were sure bruises would be there tomorrow.
“I can feel how much you want me.” You say, throwing your head back in delight then looking back down at him.
He looks at you, his breath hitching. “Please, baby… fuck.” You felt his fingers trembling, his eyes begging for you to move but trying to be patient.
You moved—picking up the pace. Hands placed on the sides of his head as you bounce on him. He let you use him as you wished. Let you fuck yourself on him. You can tell he was trying to stay in control with the way he was gripping you tighter, the way he was thrusting his hip into you, meeting you halfway.
He felt so good inside you.
You screamed in pleasure—locking down on his cock as you grind harder, feeling that friction to send you over the edge. “Yunho, I'm going to cum, baby, I’m going to cum.”
He moaned loudly as he planted his feet on the mattress, nodding his head. “Cum with me baby.” He managed to say. And with one final slammed, he held you crushed up against his chest as you two reached your high—
“I love you—I love you—“ Both of you moaning to each other as you ride your highs out.
Your walls clamped down so tight around him as his hips stuttered as he jerked up, riding out both of your highs. You two moaned into each other's mouths, feeling the burns of your thighs as you collapsed against him—both of you catching your breaths, feeling each other’s pulse and heartbeat.
You stayed there for a moment, just trying to calm down. Yunho's hands traced slow, grounding circles into your hips, still deep inside you as his chest rises and falls.
“Please don’t leave me again, Y/N.”
“I will never, Yunho.” You looked at him and gave him a small smile.
You reached and kissed him once more.
--
You were glowing for the first time in what felt like forever. Since that night, everything has been perfect.
With sneaking glances and smiles, you couldn’t help but too feel giddy inside.
Your feet feel light as you walk into the club. You greeted a few of the girls with easy smiles, the expression actually reaching your eyes, nodding to the DJ who was taking a break at the bar as the low pulse of music played through the dim lights.
You scanned the floor—casually—eyes searching for Yunho, but he wasn’t there.
But you didn’t think much of it.
You just went back that night, getting lost in your thoughts as you turned the corner—bumping right into someone.
“Oh sh–sorry, I didn’t see–“
You stopped—words dying on your tongue.
Jae.
He was smiling—the slow and wicked smile that always sent shivers down your spine. “Just the girl I wanted to see.”
Your body went cold.
“Hey,” you said carefully, already mangling your body to get the fuck away from him.
Bue before you could leave, his hand reached out and grabbed your arm, “Not so fast, baby.” He said in a low tone. “Come with me.”
You blinked. “What? Where?”
His grin widened. “My office.”
You glanced down at your outfit, gesturing faintly. “Shouldn’t I… change first?”
“No.” His voice dropped, all mock sweetness gone. “This won’t take long.”
You had a bad feeling about this.
That sick twist in your gut was kicking in. But you nodded once and let him lead the way up to his office.
—
The door to his office swung open—and you froze at the sight. Inside were all his men—including Yunho’s—who were all standing and watching.
Sitting down in the center of sofa was Yunho. Seated—calm and composed. But his eyes locked onto yours the second you entered the room.
His face gave nothing away.
But the look in his eyes? Said a lot behind them. Your heart raced, hearing the beat up into your ears as the door clicked shut behind you.
The room was silent.
Jae’s grip didn’t ease until the office door was shut. He looked around the room and smiled, soft and casual, like this whole meeting wasn’t out of place.
“Relax,” he said, sneering, rubbing your worst once like it was a kind gesture. He then turned to face the room, “Everyone’s a little too tense these days.”
You didn’t speak.
You didn’t move—just being dragged by Jae, who pulled you down into his lap without warning.
Your body stiffened as he leaned back on the leather couch like he owned the place—including you.
“So,” he looked toward Yunho. “You know why I called you in here?”
Yunho hasn’t blinked once. He raised an eyebrow as if saying ‘no I don’t, so tell me why’ as his jaw ticked—his expression still unreadable.
Jae’s hand slid along your thigh—like he was making his mark on you. You swallowed as you looked at Yunho, who was tensing up. “Let’s talk business for a second,” Jae said as he snapped his fingers, prompting one of his men to put a cigar in his mouth, lighting him up.
“Mm,” he takes a long drag and exhales all the smoke to the ceiling, “you and I had a deal, remember?”
Yunho leaned back in his chair, jaw tight, hands clasped together. “Of course, we do. I remember.” His voice was flat.
Neutral.
But his eyes never left Jae’s hand on your thigh.
Your eyes flickered down, your nails digging into the side of the couch. Jae didn’t answer right away—smoking his cigar while his free hand moved up your spine—almost as if he was drawing a line.
You felt goosebumps erupt from his touch—fear. Your body locked up as your throat dried up. He leaned in close to your ear, whispering things only you could hear, but you didn’t flinch, just stared forward in silence.
Then he leaned back again, eyes twinkling with “innocence”, and looked at Yunho, smirking. Jae’s hand moved to tighten around your waist, fingers drawing small circles over the fabric of your clothes.
Then, still looking straight at Yunho, he asked, “Why don’t you refresh my memory,” he said, now running that slow hand along your inner thigh causing you to shift slightly, “what was the deal?”
You felt your pulse spike.
Yunho didn’t answer right away.
His stare was locked on Jae, jaw ticking—fury simmering just beneath the surface.
Jae tilted his head, like this was all a casual conversation, not a game of power and territory.
Yunho remained silent—but that scoff that left his mouth through the room like a knife. He leaned back slightly, trying to decide whether to answer with words—or violence.
“If you’ve got something to say,” Yunho said coldly, “then spit it out.”
The room went still.
All the men stiffened a little, sensing the shift in the room.
But Jae? He just grinned. Amused. Unhinged.
“What’s coming next doesn’t need words.” he replied, placing down the cigar as he leaned back.
Everything was still.
No one moved.
And then—
Everything happened fast.
He reached for a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back—rough—forcing a cry to rip out of your throat as he shoved you down into the sofa—holding onto his hands.
There was no time to react before he straddled you, leaning down as his disgusting mouth crashed into yours in a violent, possessive kiss.
Immediately, you fought back, shoving at his chest, your voice muffled and panicked. “Get off of me—! Jae—stop it!”
Yunho fucking shot out of his chair but before he could move—
“Ah, ah, ah.” Jae said, reaching behind his pants and with one hand pointed a gun straight at Yunho.
The room froze.
Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “Jae—“
Yunho’s body went still, his jaw clenched.
Then—chaos.
Yunho’s men drew their weapons first, each one aimed at Jae’s head, chest, wherever they could hit fast.
Click. Click. Click.
Jae’s men followed, guns drawn, barrels raised, pointed right back.
And still—Jae didn’t move off you. “Jae, listen to me please.” You whispered, your voice cracking as you reached for his face to look at you, “Jae, don’t do this. Please—Please stop.”
He started laughing—shaking his head in disbelief. His eyes were wild—glazed. “I knew it.” His voice dropped into a whisper as he held onto your hand that held his face. “I fucking knew it.”
You shook your head saying no to calm him down, trying to calm his thoughts. “Listen to me, Jae, please. It’s not what you think.”
And then—he screamed. “I FUCKING KNEW IT!”
He shoved the gun against your cheek, his other hand gripping your jaw so tight it hurt. “How could you do this to me?! Why would you do this to me?! I fucking saved you!” His voice cracked, spit flying everywhere—eyes were nothing but manic.
He leaned in closer, pushing in the tip of the gun further into your cheek. “I gave you everything!” He said through gritted teeth. “And this is how you repay me? Spreading your legs like a fucking whore? With him?!”
Your chest was heaving. You tried to calm him, tears blurring your vision as they fell down the sides of your face, hands trembling as you tried to grab his wrist. “Jae, you don’t know what you’re saying—Jae, please! Just calm down—“
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!”
“Jae—” Yunho’s voice cut in, sharp and cold.
“Shut up!” Jae roared, eyes snapping to him. “EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
The room was dead silent—guns still drawn, trigger fingers shaking as arms were extended out. Jae was completely spilling out.
Jae’s chest was rising and falling fast, his grip tight in your hair, the gun still in place on your face. Your hands shook against his forearm, trying to keep your voice steady.
You reached out to caress his face—desperate to calm him down. “Please, Jae… you don’t have to do this.”
Soon enough—
Yunho steps forward. Just one measured and controlled step. Guns shifted instantly as they followed his movements. “Jae.” His voice was firm and low. “This is between you and me.”
“She has nothing to do with this.” He said as he took another step closer, arms up in surrender.
“I fucking trusted you.” He snarled through gritted teeth, his voice shaking as he pointed at Yunho with his gun causing you to gasp at the removal of the gun. “I fucking brought you in. We were partners, man. And you turn around and do this shit to me? My girl? My fucking girl?”
His breathing uneven, ragged as his chest rises and falls as he hovers above you. The gun trembled slightly in his grip, his eyes bloodshot and locked into yours.
His free hand caresses your face which causes you to whimper in fear. “I’m giving you one last chance,” his eyes searched for yours, “Tell me the truth, Y/N.”
Your lips parted, breath shaking. You shook your head, “Nothing happened, Jae,” you sniffed as you let out a shaken breath, “I’m yours. You know that.”
His jaw flexed. The scoff that left his mouth wasn’t amused—it was dark. He looked up—signaling for his men, “Show her.”
“What?” You whispered as your eyes snapped towards the door. Footsteps and scuffling—soon enough a phone was shoved in your face. It was recordings of you and Yunho in the club, him leaving your apartment, entering his house—everything.
Your eyes widened as your gaze shifted to Jae who was shaking his head. “Imagine my reaction when I see this bullshit happening behind my back.”
“No,” you whispered, trying to sit up once more but Jae shoved you back down hard.
“You got careless.” He said in anger. “I told you that you were mine. Did you really think I wasn’t going to have people follow you around? Come on, Y/N.” He drags the tip of his gun from your temple to your jaw.
He tilted the gun, resting the cold barrel gently beneath your chin, forcing your face upward. “But I’m feeling nice,” voice dropped into something that was tender but behind it was venom. “Let's try again. What did you do?”
You stayed silent in words as you let out a sob. “Jae, it was nothing.” You shake your head as you look at his face change into disbelief.
“Nothing?” He repeated. “You fucking slept with him? Didn’t you?!” He yelled in your face.
"No!"
Yunho took a step forward again, slow and heavy. “Jae.”
Jae snapped in is direction, “Don’t you fucking speak.” He snaps at him and then looks back at you.
He closes his eyes and he throws his head down, just exhausted from all of this shit. “You know what—this is what’s going to happen—“
Jae gets off of you.
“Let’s just make it even.” He cocks the gun and points it to Yunho, “I’ll just kill you.” He said nonchalantly—so far gone out of his mind, he went numb.
“No!” The scream tore out of your soul.
You lunged from the couch, trying to grab his arm—or anything—to stop him but his men held you back and pinned you to the sofa. “Let me fucking go—! Jae! Don’t do it, please don’t fucking do it.”
He shrugged you off like you were nothing, just a buzz in his ear. His eyes remained fixed in Yunho—whose stance didn’t change. “You don’t want to do this.” Yunho spoke in a firm, steady voice.
Jae stopped a few feet away. He titled his head all deranged–like as his grin widened—then he laughed a cruel and sharp laugh.
“You think I give a fuck?”
He steps closer to him and aims the gun to the center of Yunho’s chest. “You took everything from me.” He whispers to him as a single tear drops down his cheek. “Say goodbye.”
Just as he was about to pull the trigger—
BANG.
The gunshot rang through the room like a thunderclap. You screamed—lunging forward—expecting to watch Yunho fall.
But—
Your eyes widened as you watched Jae stumble.
His body jerked forward as he coughed up blood, looking at Yunho in confusion as he looked down to his shirt—watching blood soak up the side of it. He drops to one knee—shocked— gasping at the sight.
Behind Yunho, one of his men lowered his weapon, still aiming but steady. “Drop the gun.”
Lee.
You let out a gasp.
All of Jae’s men stood in shock as they watched Jae fall on his back. Blood pooling on the floor. One of the guys looked at the man who shot Jae and yelled out as he started shooting randomly on the opposite side.
Quickly, everyone ducked down as the room erupted with gunshots. Men shouting as weapons discharged. Yunho moved instantly to shield you, “Get her out—now!” He barked at his men.
“Come with me,” You tell Yunho as he cups your face, giving you a sad smile. The men didn’t hesitate as they gripped around your arms, “No, no—wait! Yunho!”
“I’ll be okay.” He yells at you, watching you safely leave the office. You twisted as they dragged you toward the door, glancing back just in time to see him—his broad back facing you now as he turned back to the chaos.
Yunho turned and found Jae, weakly crawling to hide underneath his desk—leaving a streak of blood behind. Yunho bends down and turns Jae into his back.
He coughs up blood, spilling over his lips as he clutches his side.
Jae looks at him with widened eyes as he lets out a small gasp. Yunho stared at him with a dead cold look, “You’re about to find out what happens when you raise a gun at me.”
Jae screamed. Wild and animalistic.
Yunho simply lets out a laugh as he pulls out a knife from his back pocket. He raised an eyebrow at Jae, “I told you to drop it and we could’ve spoken about it.”
Jae just kept screaming and that was the last of what we know.
—
The club was a clusterfuck—people screaming, heels clacking on tile, girls hiding behind the bar counters, dancers scrambling for the back exit. Music was still playing as the lights flashed. But the sound of the gunfire had already bursted through everything.
The guards moved like a fucking wall. Shoving everyone out the fucking way—forcing a path through the screaming crowd.
You stumbled and gasped with all the shoving. Barely able to breath but finally—
You three made it out to the club and was quickly shoved into the back seat of a black car, your heart hammering in your chest. “Wait—what about Yunho? We can’t leave without him.”
One of the men placed the seat belt on you and looked at you with an unreadable expression. “Don’t worry. He’s right behind us.” He lied to you. “We have to get you out of here.”
But you knew. They were just trying to calm you down. They were just doing their job.
You didn’t fight it. Didn’t argue as he closed the door. You place a hand on the window, praying that Yunho makes it out alive and well.
Your heart raced as you were driven out of there, looking at the front door crashing open as people fled in every direction. The loud sounds of guns and sirens wailing in the distance made you cover your ears as you silently cried in the back seat.
You hoped he just came back to you.
-
The drive felt eternal.
Quiet—with the occasional sniffs. The men would look at you through the rearview, checking up on you.
The chaos had long faded into the distance, with city lights being replaced by the long stretch of the road and trees. You didn’t bother asking where you were going. You didn’t care or tried to speak.
Soon enough the car had slowed down causing you to look up. Tall gates. Stone walls. A very nice estate planted on top of the hillside—remote, impossible to go in without being allowed in.
The man on the passenger stepped out first, checking the perimeter, then opening your door once it was clear. “We’re clear. Let’s get you inside.”
You nodded as you unbuckled the seatbelt. You followed silently—feet dragging shading the ground, your muscles hurting, and head throbbed.
Inside, the house was warm and dark. Also too quiet for your liking—it felt empty without Yunho. You took in the decor of the house as the men led you to your room—feeling teary eyed from the faint smell of cologne he would use.
“This is where you’ll be staying until he comes back.” The man tells you as he opens the door for you and waits for you to step inside. Once you do, you notice that this is Yunho’s room—not a guest room.
“If you need anything, please let us know.” He tells you.
You turned around and gave a tight smile, “Thank you.” And with that he nods and closes the door, giving you your privacy.
You slowly walk to the bed, the sounds of your steps following you as you sit at the edge of the bed. You stared at nothing—feeling the silence engulf you as you shattered.
Your shoulders trembled first, hot tears pouring over your cheeks as you just cried.
For everything.
Alone.
The fear.
The violence.
For the moment Jae pointed the gun at you.
For the moment you thought he would pull the trigger at either you or Yunho.
For Yunho, still in the shootout while you sat here in safety.
You felt conflicted as memories of the night flashed in your mind. You, eventually, curled up into the bed, knees drawn up. You smelled his sheets and held on tightly, pretending it was him for a sense of comfort.
“Please come back to me.” You closed your eyes as you whispered to yourself. “Please be safe.”
You just laid there in his bed—surrounded by everything that smelled like him. Surrounded by all of his things.
You replay the last words he told you in your mind. ‘I’ll be okay’
You believe it.
Even if it fucking hurt to hold on to that belief.
—
Time blurred–you don’t know how long you were asleep for. You fell asleep with your hands fisted tight into the sheets, as if letting go would be losing the feeling of him being there.
You were then jolted awake—
A knock. Soft and controlled.
You sat up and froze as you looked at the door.
Were you dreaming? Did you imagine the sound of a knock?
But then—
Another knock.
Then a low voice, muffled through the door. “Ms. Y/N? He’s here.”
Oh my god.
You pushed off the bed—your knees nearly buckling underneath you as they had no time to grasp your weight. You opened the door and quickly made it down the hallway, heart beating so loud you heard it in your ears.
You passed the living room and that’s when you saw him—
Yunho.
His face was bruised with dried up blood along the side of his mouth, his jaw, knuckles. He was standing there, staring at nothing—complete exhaustion but when he looked up and saw you—
He let out the biggest sigh of relief.
You two took slow and cautious steps towards one another—terrified if you blinked then he would be gone.
Soon enough you two collided.
His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you in so close you could barely breathe. “You’re okay.” You whispered, your voice cracking on each word. “You’re okay, you’re okay—“
You looked at him and he cupped your face. “I was so scared that something had happened to you.” You sniffed as you felt tears dwelling in.
“I told you I would be okay.” He leaned down and kissed you. You savored every bit of that kiss—you made sure you burned it into your heart.
You leaned into his touch before gently grabbing them, “Your hands,” you mentioned it and then you looked up to his face, “Are you okay? Should we take you to a hospital?”
You reached out to touch his face. He smiled as he shook his head, “No, it’s okay. Don’t worry.”
You swallowed as you looked down for a second, preparing yourself to ask, “What–What about… Jae?” You said hesitantly.
“You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” He takes your hand and kisses it. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore. You are free.”
Your mouth parted in shock as you hugged him tightly, feeling a rush of emotions take over you.
You can start over again and nothing or no one will be holding you back.
You let out a shocked gasp as you just reached for him again, kissing him desperately.
-
Two years later
The sun was beautiful this morning. The rays hit your skin—enjoying the warmth on your skin as you glanced at him from the passenger seat.
One hand was on the wheel while the other was resting on your thigh—drawing small circles with his thumb. You leaned in the touch as you sighed, “Are you really not going to tell me where we are going?”
He just let out a deep chuckle as he smirked. “You’ll see, baby.” He tells you for the hundredth time causing you to raise an eyebrow at him and playfully crossing your arms as you turn to look outside the window.
“Keeping secrets from me I see.”
He just laughed at your words, “You mean like how you snuck out the house and told my guard to keep it a secret between you two?”
You cleared your throat as you looked at your lap and then back out the window, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.”
But soon enough, he would pull into a huge parking lot with a huge building to match it that made you furrow your eyebrows but then parted your mouth as you took off your sunglasses to see the sign clearly.
“Community College?” you said slowly, confused, laughing lightly—trying to not get your hopes up as he parks the car next to the school's sign.
He places the car in park, turning it off, and shifts to face you. He gives you a real big smile, all soft and proud. “It’s time, baby.” He said simply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s time for you to live your life and do what you want to do.
You stared at him.
Your heart stopped as tears welled instantly in your eyes. “Yunho… Are you serious?” Your voice cracked into a whisper.
He simply nodded as he wiped your tears, grabbing your hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back of it.
You quickly threw your arms around him, squealing and laughing—and crying. You peppered kisses all over his face, causing him to laugh. "I—I can’t believe this— There’s no way this is happening.”
“Believe it.” He murmured, kissing your temple. “You deserve it and more.”
You gasped and looked out the window again. Your eyes twinkled as you saw students walking in and out of the building, people working on school projects or homework—whatever it is, you can’t wait to do the same.
You wasted no time busting the car door open, slamming it shut— almost eating the floor as you stepped out with a squeal that echoed in the parking lot.
You started to sprint to student services but then—
You turned around to see that Yunho had stepped out after you, leaning casually against the hood, watching you with the same smile. “What happened?” He asked you, laughing at your antics.
You opened the car door again and put down the mirror and fixed yourself. “They are going to think I’m crazy with my face all red and my makeup all smudged!”
He sneers. “Babe, you look beautiful.”
“I look insane!” You tell him as you finish fixing yourself. He just shook his head, there’s no getting to you when you are in these moments.
Soon there you go again—hauling ass to student services and he watched you in full admiration. Arms crossed, eyes soft. He could see every version of you he had fought to protect walking through those doors.
And he didn’t follow you.
Not this time because this was for you.
—
Later on you came bursting out of the building with papers in your hands, eyes all lit up with a smile that stretched so wide it was starting to hurt a bit—but you didn’t care.
Yunho was waiting for you at one of the tables near the entrance and when you spotted him—you were already at his side, all breathless and beaming.
“They were all so nice! They answered every single question, and didn't make me feel like a burden at all. Like, look at all this info—I can either do this one which is ocean science or I can do research focused and I think I’m leaning towards research focused but I don’t know! I just feel so overwhelmed and I love it—! Oh, I gotta buy notebooks—“
You were tugging him down the parking lot to the car, by hand and your voice just spewed everything all at once as you clutched onto your enrollment packet in the other.
This was music to Yunho’s ears. He loved seeing you in your element. He just kept on that gorgeous smile, the one he only ever saved for your eyes only.
He laced his fingers tightly with your as he let you rant—no interrupting, no teasing, just letting you be you. Letting you enjoy this savory treat of freedom.
“—and I swear, if I can get into this one research lab with ocean current tracking, I can honestly die in peace, Yunho. You think I’m playing—"
He finally chuckled, squeezing your hand and gently tugging you to a stop. You blinked up at him and he just looked at you for the longest moment.
And then—
“You’re gonna own the whole fucking ocean, baby.” He tells you.
You let out a small laugh, biting your lip, “Do you really think I can do this?” You scratch the back of your head, “I’m really nervous but excited for it.”
His hand lifted to your cheek. “You’ve already done the hardest part.” He plants a small kiss on your lips. ”I know you can do this. And I’ll be right here next to you, the whole way.”
You launched yourself into his arms again—papers crumpling between your chests and two just shared a laugh.
For the first time in your life, you weren’t surviving—You were dreaming.
—
A few weeks into college and you still trying to hold on to that excitement you had a few weeks ago because fuck—
Who knew these clubs were cutthroat.
Tonight you were spread out on the bed—textbooks open, course flyers scattered across the blanket, hair falling in every direction as you flipped pages—highlighting key words or sentences as you whispered facts to yourself.
You didn’t even notice Yunho walking in—shirtless, towel hanging very low on his hips, hair still damped from the shower.
But he definitely noticed you.
The look on your face. The way you bit your lower lip in focus. The way your eyebrows furrow as you read. The way you looked in his t-shirt—fuck.
You looked so fucking beautiful.
“So,” he said in a low voice, leaning against the doorframe as he crossed his arms—a faint smirk pulling at his lips. “What do I get if I pass your flashcard tests?”
You blinked up from your notebook, arching a brow at him. “A sticker of a sea otter. And maybe bragging rights. If you don’t mess up.”
He smirks further. “Tempting,” he murmured, pushing himself off the frame and walking towards you, slowly. “But. I was thinking about something a little more… you know…”
His hand landed on the edge of the bed. Then the mattress dipped, “… motivating.”
You laughed, feeling the heat in your cheeks as you tried to gather the paper but he was already crawling over them, grabbing your legs and hooking them on his waist, eyes locked on yours.
“Yunho, no—"
“No distractions.” He whispered, nuzzling your neck as he placed kisses on them. “But—every right answer earns you a reward. Every wrong one, I take something off, mmm?”
“Mmm, I think not.” You say with a straight face to which he smirked.
You remained—sorry, you tried to be—in study mode.
But the way his hands move quickly, hand slipping under the hem of your shirt. Fingers ghosting over your skin—okay.
Maybe the marine life can wait.
He kisses you slowly, flashcards falling to the floor in a spread as your hands moved up and tangled in his hair, letting out a quiet moan.
You loved him and he loved you.
You were safe, loved, and free.
Beautifully free.
THE END
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Bonus scene:
"You know I can walk to my class right?" You tell Yunho who walks hand in hand with you to your first class.
He just smiles at you and turns to face you in front of the classroom door. "I know, but I wanted to see your face when you entered."
You just sneered at him. "You're so silly." You tell him as you looked into his eyes in a slight trance. "Thank you." You whispered to him.
You leaned into him and gave him a gentle kiss to which he wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss.
"Ahem, ahem!"
You two jumped back and looked at the voice who startled the both of you. Soon enough, you both widened your eyes at the person. It's the old man from your building.
"S-Sir?" You stuttered out in shock.
"It's professor Kim to you." He said as he raised an eyebrow. glaring at you above his glasses. He walks past you two, "Class starts in five minutes. I assume you are prepared?" He gives you a look as he heads inside.
"Yeah," Yunho said as he looks at you, "I don't think glaring him down to give you an A will work on him. He scares me."
You playfully slap his arm, "My hero."
You walked to the door, "Okay, I have to go." You said in a slight rush and he pulls you back from your arm and smiled at you, "Have a great day at school today. I love you."
"I love you too." You smiled as you placed a kiss on his lips and walked inside.
Synopsis:You were just trying to survive. Dance, collect money, pay off your debt. Repeat. What you were not trying to do is to fall in love with someone you can’t have—not when you are owned by someone dangerous.
Warnings: PART 1, PART 3 SMUT
THEME: mafia!Yunho x Stripper!Reader
Blossom's Note: I just want to take this moment to thank all of you for showing love and taking time to read this story. It truly means a lot to me. Thank you to the new followers, for the sweet comments, and of course, the love. Sorry for uploading so late, had technical issues. Enjoy part two. Grab that drink and popcorn and lets get into it.
You have done everything to avoid Yunho but the universe kept having different plans for you.
In every single corner, he was right there.
It ached you so much when you two looked at each other—his words kept replaying in your head.
Your words kept replying.
You don’t deny it, you also said some shit you regret.
But it was the heat of the moment—but maybe this argument was for the best.
You can just go back to how things were.
Tonight was half empty in the club.
Just a handful of tipsy men by stage, watching some girls dance in exhaustion with the occasional shuffle of heels on the tile. The music was low—more for the ambiance.
You were behind the bar, restocking bottles, wiping down the counters like your life depended on it. Trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.
But it just felt so quiet around you.
Until—
You felt it.
You turned your head—only slightly.
And there he was.
Yunho.
Seated in the corner booth of VIP. One arm draped over the back of the booth, legs spread as usual, but his face—Distant.
Unreadable.
His eyes never once looked away. When your eyes locked on his, you stiffened for a second but quickly whipped your gaze down to the table, letting out a heavy sigh.
You just focused on lining up the shot glasses like as if your hands weren’t trembling.
Don’t look.
Don’t you dare break.
But you felt it.
That stare burning into your face. You couldn’t help it. You looked again—Fast. Just a glance.
And he was still watching. There was no smirk, no nod—Just pain.
One of the girls slid up beside you, getting in your view as she settled down her tray with a little huff. “You okay?” She asked, furrowing her brows at the sight of you looking a little stressed.
You nodded too fast, clearing your throat. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just… tired.”
She followed your gaze before you could hide it. Her lips curled into something almost sympathetic then looked back at you, “You know, he hasn’t moved since he got here.”
You said nothing.
You couldn’t.
What could you even say?
She leaned over, “Hey.” She said softly to you, causing you to stop in your actions and look at her. “I don’t know what's going on nor do I want to know…” She paused. “But you two should talk things out, before things get worse.”
You flickered between her eyes before looking down at the counter. She gives you a warm smile and reaches over, caressing your arm before walking away.
You watched her leave and sighed.
She’s right.
You two should talk but things are better like this.
—
You two still remained unspoken to one another.
Like when you were behind the bar or just on the floor, you always looked at the VIP section—he was always there. Women would be there with him but he didn’t allow them to touch him nor would he engage with them.
And lately you've noticed—he didn’t look at you anymore.
And it just killed you. Only amplified your mixed up emotions.
Whatever.
There is no point in harping on this.
There was a time where you were walking to one of your tables that was filled with regulars, tray in your hand. You walked past him, your shoulder brushed him and you didn’t flinch.
But when you were out of his sight, he let out a breath he was holding since he saw you walking towards him.
Or another time when he was outside of the club, lighting a cigarette. He didn’t smoke it, just held it, watching the smoke stream come from the end.
You were in your car, watching him from a distance.
Thankfully, the parking lot was packed with cars, so he wouldn’t be able to see you. Your hands slide off the steering wheel as you lean your head back on the headrest.
You watched as he dropped his hand and looked up to the sky. You let out a sigh, dropping your sight to the keys in your lap, “Let’s just go home.” You whisper to yourself, starting the car and driving off.
You saw from your rearview mirror him turning his head to your car, dropping the cigarette on the floor as he stood up, watching you leave.
He knew you were there.
You braked the car abruptly. Your hands gripped the steering wheel as your eyes stayed still on him. He tucks his hand into his pockets as he remains still.
Soon he takes a step forward.
Than another.
He kept thinking to himself, 'Is this it? Are you giving me a chance to talk to you? Can I just explain myself?'
But he stopped in his steps as you quickly turned your sight to the road and took a left.
You couldn't do it. You know you will break if you talk to him and you just can't have that happening.
You had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was perched at the edge of the window, wiping your fresh, fallen tears.
Or when you were in your dressing room, girls around you getting ready and you just sit on your chair, lights on the vanity on. Your hands on your thighs, holding his napkin on your lap. Rereading his note in his voice in your mind.
You then fold it half.
Then again.
Then again.
Maybe if it’s small enough, you won’t feel it anymore.
Or the time you were laughing with your coworkers, louder than usual. A genuine laugh. He looked at you and watched the way your smile reached your eyes.
He had that moment tattooed in his head.
Or when you were on stage, music loud and lights down low. For a second you locked eyes with him, sliding down the pole and on to your knees.
Then you look away.
Like it never happened.
Like none of it ever happened.
—
Tonight felt too much. You needed some fresh air.
You head out into the night air. The heavy metal exit door closed behind you as you rubbed your hands together. You walked further behind the club, your ears ringing slightly from the change of sound.
The bass faded into a muffled vibration the more you walked, looking down at the ground. You just wanted some fresh air, feeling like you were just suffocating in there.
The wind blows through your hair, cold air hitting your skin—goosebumps rising as you hug yourself to give some warmth. The sound of your heels against the gravel, kicking a few small rocks until you decided to leaned on the wall, looking up into the night sky.
You sighed and closed your eyes.
Just enjoying this peace.
“Y/N.”
Peace was over.
You opened your eyes and froze.
You then turned your head to the direction of his voice and then pushed yourself off the wall.
No one spoke.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned right around, not wanting to see him or talk to him.
“Wait,” Yunho said as he rushed after you.
You picked up the pace when you heard his footsteps approaching you. “Wait—can you just stop for a second— Y/N, look at me.”
He gently grabs your arm and turns you to face him. “Don’t touch me.” You snapped at him as you removed his hands from you.
“I don’t want to talk. Just leave me alone, Yunho.”
You turned around and kept walking but he didn't stop, "Please," he said, softer this time. "Just listen to me."
You let out a humorless scoff, "Listen? I think I've heard enough."
"Just stop." He begged as he grabbed your arm once more and turning you to face him.
Your chest heaved as you stared into his eyes. “What do you want?” Your voice came out hoarse.
“To talk.”
You scoffed as you removed your arm from his grip. “Talk?” You said, “You want to talk to me? After everything you said to me—“
“I didn’t mean it.” he said immediately, cutting you off.
“Yeah, but you said it.” Your hands trembled at your sides. “You knew exactly where to hit. And you fucking did.”
He stepped closer. “I was angry. I felt like you hated me, Y/N—“
You stared at him like that was the dumbest thing he could say. “I didn’t hate you, Yunho,” you snapped. “I was just trying to protect myself.”
He stepped closer, clenching his jaw a he tried to stay calm. “I know. I said things that I regret.” He admitted.
You shook your head like you can't believe this is happening, feeling the tears dwelling in.
His voice dropped low. “But you did too.”
Your eyes flicked up.
You saw the hurt in his face, “You compared me to him, Y/N.” His voice broke as he spoke to you.
You looked down in guilt. You felt remorse as tears streamed down you face, sniffing.
“You hurt me too.” He looked down to the ground, tears forming in his eyes. “When you looked at me like I was him—” He cut himself with a sigh, your throat tightening, “You don’t know what it did to me to hear you say that.”
You remained looking down, not being able to face him.
He was right. He is nothing like Jae.
“I know.” You said broken, whispering. "I shouldn't have said it."
“A-And maybe I deserved it,” He sniffed as he cupped your face, “But it still fucking hurt.”
Your voice broke after a small pause. "You didn't deserve it." You paused as your teary eyes flicked between his.
"It wasn't fair of me to say such things. I just—" You let out a sob. "I just thought that if I painted you as Jae—convinced myself you were like him... then it would be easier to hate you than to admit I want something that I can't have."
He sniffed as he shook his head, "You have me." His voice was small as he wiped your tears with his thumbs. "You have me, Y/N." He repeated himself.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I was angry and it wrong of me throw something so vile in your face like that." He choke out a sob, hating himself for speaking so harshly at you.
"But it's the truth. It's my fault I'm in this situation." You said as you reached out to hold on his wrists.
You sniffed as you closed your eyes, sighing. "We both said things we regret. Maybe it's best if we just stop—"
"No"
"—this."
"Don't" He said whispering gently, "I can't stop this. I can't stop wanting you. I can't stop thinking about you—"
“Don’t do this.” You cut him off softly, feeling your chest cave in.
“Even when you said those things to me,” He kept going, “My heart still yearned for you.”
“Don’t make this harder, Yunho.” You take a step back as you look at him with pleading eyes.
You walk around him in a rush as he runs a hand through his hair turning around to look at you—
“Let me ask you something.” He says making you stop in your steps. You turned around and looks at him, standing in torment. "Was any of it real?"
There was a pause between you two.
You gulped then parted your lips—like you wanted to say something but you had swallowed your words. You didn't want to admit it. Because if you did, it would ache even more.
You stayed frozen in your steps as he stepped forward.
Closer and closer until his hands rose gently and cupped your face.
You sighed in comfort from his soft touch, closing your eyes, feeling a tear stream down.
His thumb brushed the curve of your cheek, “Tell me, Y/N,” His voice was laced in desperation.
He leaned in—
Forehead pressing lightly against yours. You opened your eyes, feeling your heart race. “When I touch you like this…” His fingers curved slightly, brushing your jaw, “does it feel like a lie?”
You closed your eyes, the pain hitting full force.
You shook your head, “No.”
He stayed silent.
And then—
His lips kissed the corner of your mouth. Lingering just for a moment as you let out a small shaky breath.
Your hands reached to his wrists, taking hold as you leaned into his hands. “Please, tell me what we have is real.” He whispered.
He slowly pulled back, looking into your eyes.
“What we had was real, Yunho.” Your throat clenched as you removed his hands—gently and slowly. “But it doesn’t matter anymore.”
You took a step back and turned around as you quickly pulled the heavy door and ran inside.
You left him there.
His hands slowly dropped and swinged on his sides slightly as he threw his head back in frustration and anger.
-
The club had emptied.
Your shift was finally over.
You couldn’t wait to go home as you slipped on your jacket, fixing your sweatpants on the waist, and sliding in your purse, adjusting the straps. You closed your locker and locked the lock, letting your hands slowly slip from it.
You should’ve been home already.
But you couldn’t stop thinking.
About Yunho.
About the conversation.
About the way he kissed the corner of your mouth.
And then having to pretend it never happened.
Your hands went up to your head as you shook your head, letting out a frustrated groan.
No more.
No more crying—
Until you got home. Then we can cry all we want.
You walked through the dimly lit club and waved bye to security who was finishing up some last minute closing details. Your eyes scanned the area and didn’t see Yunho, making you let out a shaky breath.
You stepped outside, automatically zipping up your jacket as the cool night air hit you. You reached into your purse and quickly unlocked it, scrolling to find your ride app.
Your car was making a weird noise and you didn’t want to risk it and seeing as it is your day off tomorrow, you'll just get it checked out then.
You winced at the bright screen, turning it down the brightness to low, and that’s when you heard it—
“Hey.”
You looked up and saw a man—drunkenly swaying with glassy eyes. “I know you,” he points at you as he stumbles to the side, “You’re one of the girls from the c-club.”
Oh no.
You offered a quick, polite smile. “Club’s closed.” You tell him as you take a few steps to the side.
He stepped forward.
“You looked so good up there, baby.” He slurred, eyes dragging over you. “Real fuckin’ good.” He licked his lips and smirked.
Your stomach turned.
But you maintain your composure, “Sir, you’re drunk. Get home safe. Have a good night.”
You couldn’t have picked a perfect night to leave your car at home.
Your car, Yunho, and now this.
Could things get any worse?
You turned back to your phone and just when you were about to order the ride—his hand touched your arm, a little aggressively.
You stiffened. “Hey—don’t.”
“Don’t be like that.” He grinned at you. “I’m just tryna talk to you, baby.”
He stepped a little too close. “Come home with me.”
His breath reeked of liquor and he smelled like sweat. You shove his hand off, “I said no. Back up.” Your voice was stern.
He grabbed your wrist harder this time. “Bitch—stop being so fucking difficult.” He gritted through his teeth.
Pain surged in your body.
You shoved him once more— but it only made him angier as he shoved you forcefully against the wall. “No!” You yelped out in shock and pain, arms still fighting him off.
“This could’ve been easy but you want to fucking fight me. I thought sluts enjoyed shit like this.” He said as he shoved his face up to your cheek and you turned to the slide, shoving his face off you.
“Get the fuck off me!” You screamed out loud.
And then—
“HEY!”
You didn't have time to turn.
The man was ripped off of you so fast, you stumbled forward to the ground, dropping your things.
And then—
CRACK.
Yunho’s fist collided with his face, making the man drop to the floor instantly, groaning in pain.
You gasped, turning your sight to the fight as you stood up, “Yunho—”
But he couldn’t hear you right now.
He just sees red.
The man held his hand up to his nose, trying to ease the pain but Yunho hovered over him and grabbed him by the shirt and lifted his back off the ground, punching him once more—harder.
The man crumpled but that didn’t stop him from giving him one more punch.
“Please, Yunho!”
Yunho’s eyes held nothing but rage. He raised his fist one more and gave him the final punch causing him to lose consciousness.
“Yunho, stop—!” You reached for him.
But suddenly—
Footsteps.
As if from the shadows, his men appeared—surrounding you. You gasped as you looked around, your heart still racing at the speed of light.
“Grab him.” Yunho snapped. Two of his men quickly stepped in and hauled the man by the arms like he was nothing but dead weight. “Call the police. I want every single inch of his face on record.”
His voice was cold.
Commanding.
Deadly.
He reaches into his suit and grabs a handkerchief, wiping off the man’s blood off his hands then dropping it on the ground.
Then—finally—he turned to you.
Instantly, his expression softened slightly.
Your eyes were widened as you were breathing heavily, looking frantically at the body being dragged, trying to process what just happened.
“Y/N,” His voice was soft, “Look at me. Are you okay?”
Gently, his hands touched your arms. “Are you hurt?” He asked you as he examined your neck and face.
You shook your head—
Then nodded—
Then—
“I—I don’t know.” You blinked, finally meeting his eyes. You were trying to process, trying to calm yourself down.
“It’s okay,” He said in a lower voice, bringing you close to his chest. “You’re safe now. He won’t ever touch you again.”
You close your eyes, feeling safe in his embrace as your hands gripped his shirt. You let out a shaken breath as you open your eyes once more, looking to the ground as you hear his heartbeat.
“I’m taking you home.” Yunho said, commanding firmly.
You then pulled yourself back from his embrace, slowly, looking at him.
You shook your head quickly, even though your body still felt like jelly. “No—no, it’s fine. I’ll order a ride. It’s okay. I’m okay.”
You weren’t and he knew it.
He tilted his head, eyes scanning your face and your trembling body. “Absolutely not. I’m not going to leave you alone. Much less going to let a stranger take you home.”
You swallowed hard, guilt blooming in your chest. “I just… I need a second, that’s all.”
His jaw flexed. “Y/N,” he said, gently this time. “Don’t pretend for me.”
You blinked. ”I’m not.”
He saw right through your lies.
He stepped aside slightly and motioned toward the black car waiting by the curb—engine already running with the passenger door open. “Let me take you home,” he said. “Just tonight.”
And for once, you didn’t argue back.
You just nodded.
You felt his hand behind your back as he guided you to the car. You let yourself sink into the seat of the car, trying not to flinch when he closed the door. You gripped onto your purse and let out a breath.
Everything is okay.
-
The car ride was silent.
Streetlights streaked across the windshield as he drove through the lanes. The hum of the engine and the faint clicks of the turning signals was the only noise that was being made.
Yunho gripped the steering wheel to the point his hand turned white, with the red irritation and mini cuts grazing his skin.
He was holding something back.
He hadn’t looked at you once since he got in the car. When you would peak and look at his face, it still carried anger—like he still wanted to fight.
You sat still in your seat—fumbling with the strap of your purse as you gnawed on your lower lip.
Your voice came out softer than you meant.
“Thank you.”
He didn’t speak.
Just gave the slightest nod, eyes still on the road.
But his grip on the wheel loosened, just a bit. You exhaled at the sight of him easing up slightly.
You stared out the window, watching the blur of passing lights and let the silence take over again.
But eventually, you broke it.
You needed to know. “How did you know I was outside?” You asked, turning your face to him.
He didn’t answer at first.
Then—
“I didn’t.”
His jaw twitched once.
Like he was debating whether to say more or not. “I waited out back.” His voice was quiet, “After the club closed, I didn’t see you leave through the front.”
He paused.
Eyes still locked on the road.
“I told myself I’d just wait a minute—make sure you got out safe.”
His fingers flexed slightly on the wheel.
“Then I heard you scream.” He shifted in his seat, remembering your heart wrenching scream.
Silence.
Your breath hitched.
And suddenly it all made sense.
He was watching—waiting.
Because even after everything—you were still his priority.
“Thank you, Yunho.” you said again, gently.
He glanced at you, making your heart leap.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly then turning to face the road. “The thought of something happening to you—”
He stops himself, wanting to stop those thoughts from coming in.
He clears his throat, swallowing the lump as he tightens his jaw, ‘I’d burn the world for you if it meant to keep you safe.”
You didn’t respond. Your throat tightened.
The ache in your chest grew louder than the words you couldn’t find.
So you looked out the window, blinking away the tears that were forming.
-
The car slowed to a stop in front of your apartment complex. You moved to unbuckle your seatbelt, but he was already out of the car. Opening the door before you could touch the handle.
Of course.
You stepped out, legs still a little wobbly. He then extends his hand out to help you out the car and you gratefully take it.
You two didn’t say anything as you walked to your building's door. He stayed walking behind you—some distance to respect your space.
You then turned around and looked at him. “Thank you, again. For tonight.”
He gave the faintest nod.
But his eyes… they said more. He takes a step back, “Get some sleep.” His voice was low.
You nodded. Your eyes catch a glimpse of his hands as he turns and—
“Y-Yunho,” You take a small step forward, hand reaching out to him.
He turns around and nods, “Um,” your words are gone as you pull your hand back. “Take care of yourself.” You said as you pointed to his hands.
He gives a small nod and a small smile before turning to walk away. You let out a sigh as you turned around, pressing your code into the keypad and hearing the buzz to let you into the building.
As you heard the click shut, you glanced back and found him looking at you from his car—where he was leaning his back against, arms crossed.
You gave a small wave and turned, heading to the elevator.
Tonight was eventful to say the least.
-
Time moved strangely after that night.
Fast—so fast that it was hard to believe two weeks had already passed by since Yunho almost killed that drunk guy and saved you.
Yes, you two kept your distance. Like as if you two would shatter if either one of you got too close again.
But on the bright side, your car is working again. Hundreds and hundreds of dollars later—and a chunk of your soul—they were able to fix the issue.
No more stalling at red lights or praying the engine didn’t wheeze on startup
Still, with the kind of damage to your bank account, and with Jae expecting his money for whenever he comes back, there wasn’t much of a choice but to pick up extra shifts.
Morning and night—anything to soften the blow.
Anything to keep you busy and distracted.
Because if you had a moment to stop, you will start to drown in the thoughts and memories of Yunho. From the way he would touch you so gently, to the way his voice broke when he confessed to you, to when—
No.
Stop.
Tonight was busy, which is perfect.
There was a football game going on tonight so it was a perfect way to keep your mind occupied. As you were handling drinks and food to your regulars—the bartender called you over, seeing that she was too swapped to leave the counter.
“I’ll be right back.” You tell your regular as you walk up to the bar, watching her run around making drinks as tickets keep coming out one after another. “What’s up?” You ask her.
“Please do me a huge favor,” she says dramatically as she frantically throws ice into a cup.
You smile at her, laughing, “Anything. What do you need?” You asked.
“Can you take this to Mr. Jeong?” She held up a dark glass. “It’s his usual. He’s in the VIP section.”
Anything but that.
You felt the nerves crawling in as you stared at it. “Can’t you take it?” You sighed as you crossed your arms.
“Bitch,” She gave you a deadpan look. “Don’t you think I would if I could?”
“Bitch,” you mocked her tone, “I can run the bar as you go do it.”
She stopped what she was doing and sighed as she leaned on her hands the counter top, “Y/N, I’m drowning in tickets. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t desperate.” She said as her voice softened.
“Please, please, please..” She clasped her hands to get in a prayer form and she repeated the word.
You stared at the drink as if you could magically teleport it to him and not have to deal with it. You then let out a sigh and nodded.
Fine.
Just a drink.
Just a delivery.
“You’re fucking lucky I love you.” You tell her as you grab the cup and tray with attitude, walking away.
She lets out a squeal of happiness and smirks, “Damn right I am.”
You shook your head as your heels clicked softly against the floor. You raised the tray with the drink in hand, showing Yunho’s security guard who nodded and lifted the velvet rope, letting you pass.
You heard the soft clink of the rope being placed back as you headed up the steps, steadily.
You reached the last step and finally saw him.
There he was, laid back in the plushed corner with one hand resting lazily on his thigh while the other was low on the back of a girl.
Sitting on his lap.
Her arms were draped around his shoulders, giggling softly against his ear.
Your jaw locked.
Well—
You weren’t expecting this.
At all.
You felt every emotion all in one go.
His voice in your head asking if everything was real, him kissing the corner of your mouth, the tears you two shared, him saying he would burn the world for you—
Was that real to you, Yunho?
But who are you to be angry? You were the one who kept pushing him away every chance you got.
But—
That’s because you were scared. You were just trying to protect yourself.
Ugh, this is what happens when you let someone control your heart.
The girl— her beautiful long legs, glittered skin—leaned into him like she belonged there. You watched as they shared a smile as her finger played with the collar of his shirt, tugging at the fabric like it was hers to ruin.
Her mouth was too close to his ear, whispering things to him. Her nails were tracing light patterns on his chest—like she knew exactly what he liked.
He was letting her.
But then—
He saw you.
Your presence slammed into the room. His gaze flicked to you instantly and everything just shifted for him.
His jaw tightened. His arm stilled. His relaxed posture? Gone.
Oh, my bad, did I interrupt something?
“What?” She asked sweetly, turning to follow his gaze. Her eyes landed on you, still walking towards them with the drink on the tray. “Ooh. Delivery service.” She smirked, motioning towards the drink. “Right on time.”
Girl, read the room.
You walked forward, careful to keep your expression blank. You remained quiet as you approached the table and placed the drink on the table.
Then—
“Your usual, Mr. Jeong.” You said neutrally.
“Hey,” The girl called for your attention as you stood up straight. “What do you think?” She gestured between herself and Yunho, giggling as she settled more into his lap. “Do we look good together?”
You turned slightly—eyes never leaving his—and smiled.
“Oh, I don’t know,” you said softly, tilting your head just enough to make it look harmless. “He gets bored so easily—must be why there is always a new girl in his lap.”
The girl blinked, mouth parting but nothing came out as she felt dumbfounded.
“But I am sure you will keep him entertained.” You leaned forward slightly, voice dropped into something intimate but cold. “... for now.”
You stepped back before either of them could respond and headed down the steps but not before turning around and waving, “Enjoy your drink, Mr. Jeong!”
Flashing a bright smile at him.
Yunho’s expression didn’t move.
But his eyes? Burning.
As you turned around and headed down the steps, your smile instantly dropped into a scowl.
You walked past the bar and dropped the tray, “I hate you.” You tell the bartender as you went to attend your regulars.
“What happened?” She asked as she looked up from pouring the drinks, staring at your walking figure. She then shrugs it off and goes back to work.
Back in the booth, Yunho just sat there—glass untouched and girl forgotten.
—
You were heading down the hall, pulling your robe tight as you dangled your heels in your hand, feeling comfortable in your slippers when soon you felt a presence behind you.
You didn’t even a chance to turn.
Fingers quickly wrapped around your wrist, just enough to make your breath catch as your heels drop to the floor.
“Yunho—!”
You barely said his name before he took you into an empty, private room. He slams the door and back you up against the door—firm but gentle.
Your heart was racing as you pant loudly.
The music was muffled now.
It was just you and him.
You shoved him as you yelled, “What the fuck is your problem?”
Yunho stepped forward, closing the space in a heartbeat. “You.” He said as he flickered between your eyes. “You’re my fucking problem.”
He wasn’t yelling at you. “You had no right to say that shit.”
But he was seething.
His eyes burning into yours like they were trying to pull the truth. “You knew exactly what that would do to me.”
You scoffed at him. “It didn’t mean anything, Yunho. It was nothing. Like you.”
You tried turning around but he trapped you with his arms on either side of you, “Bullshit.” He scoffed at you with a bitter smirk. “You said it because you wanted to hurt me.”
He leaned closer, “And you did.” He said low and dangerous—in pain.
You stayed silent as you glared at him.
“I have to go.” You said barely above a whisper as you removed his hand from the door and turned the knob, twisting it as the sound of the club poured in—
But he was faster.
His hands slammed it once more, keeping you trapped as he got closer to you. His chest touching your back as he leaned into your ear, “Say it didn’t mean anything to you.”
His voice sounded defeated.
You felt your heart pounding in your ears.
You closed your eyes as you felt his hand slide across your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Say I was just another body in a chair.”
He buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Say you don’t think about me.” You felt his breath on your neck, making the hairs stand at the back of your neck as goosebumps formed on your skin.
“That I don’t keep you up at night.” He kept on. You exhale as you bit down on your tongue, sighing slightly from his gentle touch. “That I don’t make you feel anything.”
You didn’t answer because your silence said everything.
But then—
you did answer.
With poison.
“Why does it matter?” Your voice was sharp, opening your eyes as you stared at his arm around you. “It didn’t take you long to find a replacement.”
His jaw clenched.
You removed your self from his grasp and walked around him. You turned to face him and crossed your arms, “Or… is that your way of reminded me I was just a game to you?”
He lets out a disbelief scoff. “Are you serious—?”
“Am I just another girl on your list—?”
“Don’t say that—“
“That I was never the one—?”
“Stop saying that—“
“Why? You made it very clear that you—“
“Don’t you fucking say that to me.” He cuts you off with a raised voice. A voice that is just so exhausted of this back and forth with you.
You froze at his words, feeling yourself shrink as walked towards you. “You drive me insane, Y/N.” He lets out a defeated sigh.
“I just—I don’t know what to do anymore.” His eyes flickered between yours as you swallow the lump in your throat. “I want you—No—I need you. But you just keep pushing me away.”
You looked away but he quicker cups your face, “Look at me and tell me what I have to do.” He begs you, desperate. “Please, just tell me what it is I have to prove to you that you’re the one I want.”
“Yunho—“
He presses his forehead onto yours as he closes his eyes, sniffing deeply as he felt tears forming. “I can’t keep doing this.” He cuts you off.
You felt your heart drop.
Your hands were sweaty.
Body was shaking with nerves.
“I’m suffering every fucking day, wondering if you will ever come back to me. Tell me right now, right here, and I will do whatever is it you want me to do.” He said as a tear streams down his cheek, “Because when I walk out that door, I promise I’ll leave you alone. I won’t bother you anymore.”
This is what you wanted, no?
This is what you have been asking for.
Everything inside you was buzzing, threatening to just break as he spoke to you.
But you just stayed silent and his heart ached. This was really it. This is for your own good—for his own good. You two are simply not meant to be in this time.
His eyes were asking you, ‘Are you really not going to say anything? Is this what you really want?’
Your chest rose and fell too fast as you looked into his eyes, his hands slowly removing from your face as he backs up slowly.
He just keeps walking back until he turns around and heads to the door.
You’re really going to lose him.
This is the end for you two.
His hand reaches for the door knob, slowly turning it as if he’s waiting for you to say something but nothing is coming out as you just stand there, overwhelmed with emotions as tears stream down your face.
Just as he was about to open it—
“Don’t leave me.”
Your voice broke into a whisper as you hiccuped, your breath cutting off as you sobbed. He turns to you with widened, teary eyes. Did he hear you correctly?
You took a step forward but froze in your steps, feeling like you lost control of your body, your hand reaching out for him.
You shake your head as you choke out a sob, “Please,” you said softly, “don’t leave me.”
He lets out a sigh of relief as he rushes to you and engulfs you in a tightly embrace. “I won’t, baby, I won’t.” You let out heart crushing wail as your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt like as if you trying to hold on.
He caresses your hair as he planted soft kisses at your temple. “I’m right here. It’s okay.” He reassured you as he closes his eyes tightly m, tears falling down.
Your hands remain clutching as you let out a cry. “I’m—“ you paused, trying to gather yourself. “I’m so scared.” Your voice came out shaken.
He stays silent as he caresses your body in a calming manner, trying to ease you down. “I’m so scared and I fucking hate it.” You let out in between cries. “I’m scared of what this is and what it entails for us.”
“I’m scared of how when you look at me, I forget everything around me and just see you. I’m scared of how easy it is to be safe with you. I’m scared of how you put me at ease, instantly. I’m so scared of what you make me feel.” You cried out to him as your voice trembled.
You sigh as you closed your eyes tightly. “No matter what I fucking do, I can’t get you out of my mind.” You said, sniffing. “I told myself that. I wasn’t going to fall for you—that I don’t care for you, but I do.”
“I’m so fucking scared that I want you.” You pulled back a little and looked at him into his eyes, “Even when I know I shouldn’t.” Your voice cracked at the end into a whisper.
His hands cup your faces and wipes your tears away. “Let me in, Y/N.” His voice dropped. “You have me. Let me show and prove to you what I feel for you.”
“What I said, it was wrong of me.” He grabs your hands and raises them to his lips, planting kisses on them. “I hate myself for hurting you. It’s something I never wanted to do. I never want you to think otherwise of my feelings for you. Just let me try again…” his voice broke off into a whisper as he closed his hands, your hands against his lips.
There was a pause between the two of you.
Your hands slowly dropped from his grasp, watching the way he opened his eyes and looked into you.
Your eyes flickered between his.
Then to his lips.
Then back to his eyes.
You couldn’t hold it back anymore.
You fucking needed him.
You kissed him.
No hesitation.
Just all of it—raw and reckless, trembling and real as you wrapped your arms around him.
Yunho wasted no time.
The way he kissed you back like he was starving. His arms wrapped around you—tight and desperate, scared that you were going to leave again.
Scared that you would disappear if he let go.
You didn’t stop. And you didn’t even want to.
This kiss was messy. Hot. Desperate.
Your fingers threaded through his hair, gripping tight, pulling him closer—closer than close. You whimpered into his mouth as he groaned—deep and broken.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough and trembling between each kiss. “You don’t fucking know.”
You gasped softly, and he swallowed it. Like your breath belonged to him now.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you, as he walked you two backwards to a wall, pressing you against it as he groaned when he felt the arch of your body against his.
Your fingers dug into his back as his lips dragged across your jaw, breath hot and desperate. You whimpered as you bit your lower lip in delight, throwing your head back.
He groaned like he was about to lose it.
And then, he stopped.
Pulling back as his forehead rested against yours. Your lips parted as your breaths tangled between you two.
Neither of you spoke.
Until you broke the silence.
You pressed your hands to his chest—barely—just enough to make space between you. “Yunho,” you said with glassy eyes, lips swollen. “You know we can’t do this.”
He just looked at you like he already knew it wasn’t true. Like he was begging you not to lie to yourself. “We can’t.” You said again, quiet.
And that’s when he leaned in, voice brushing against your lips, “Yes, we can.” His eyes dropped to your mouth, his voice barely more than a breath, “Don’t be scared anymore. Trust me.”
Your lips barely touched—still trembling. “But I am scared, Yunho.” You tell him. “I’m scared to lose this.” You swallowed hard.
“I don’t know what it’ll do to me.” You shake your head, closing your eyes as a million of negative thoughts roam in your mind.
“Hey,” he said gently as he places his finger under your chin, “I’m not going anywhere. You won’t lose me.” His hand soothes down your back. “I mean it.”
He leaned back just enough to look at you—eyes steady, soft. “We can take it slow.” He smiles gently at you, “As slow as we need. There is no rush.” He lifts your hands to his lips and places small kisses on the knuckles.
Your throat tightened—tears burning but not from fear this time. From the weight of someone meaning every word they said.
Slowly, you dropped your hands and rested your head against his chest. His arms tightened around you and closed your eyes in his warmth.
You let yourself breathe for the first time in forever.
You two stayed in silence for a moment.
Until your voice broke it—soft.
“What about Jae?” His chest stilled under you. His jaw clenched slightly.
He didn’t answer. Not right away.
Because this really wasn’t just about Jae. It was everything that entails that scares you.
It was about the what ifs. The fear of letting someone in. The fear of hope. What if the things Yunho says aren’t real? What if he will let you down? What if he’s like the rest—
Then finally—
He exhaled, taking you out of your thoughts. “It’s not going to be easy.” He pauses, “You know that.”
Your fingers curled slightly into his shirt. “He’s an unpredictable, dangerous man.” He stops and sighs. “And he already thinks you’re his.”
The chill ran straight down your spine. “So what do we do?” Your voice was hoarse.
Yunho’s hand moved up your back—steady, grounding. “We don’t give him anything to see. We will be careful. Quiet.”
He pulls back and looks into your eyes. “And we protect what is ours.” He said softly.
“I’m not afraid of him,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “but I won’t risk you.”
You nodded. “I trust you.”
“Good.” He gives you a small smile.
He lets his thumb slowly run your lower lip before placing another long, desperate kiss on them.
—
And it’s like nothing happened.
No exchanging looks. No silent acknowledgement.
Like as if last night never happened. You played your part and he played his.
The adrenaline from work today has completely calmed down and you feel the aches in your bones and muscles as you put on your shoes—sighing in relief at the compression on your feet.
You stood up and grabbed your bag, heading out the room and the club. When you looked up, you stopped in your tracks, seeing that Yunho was leaning against his car, legs crossed at the ankle, his hands tucked into his pants pockets.
His head was tilted with a smirk on his lips as he watched you approaching him with a smile on your face.
“Heading home?” He asked all casually.
You nodded, “Yeah.” You paused. “Waiting on someone?”
His smirk deepened, him eyeing you up and do, "I was." he said smoothly. "But turns out she found me first."
Oh shit.
You felt yourself short circuit as your breath hitched. The way he looked at you made your knees buckle slightly.
You give him a small laugh, trying to not let him catch you slacking. "She wasn't sure if you would still be here," You said softly. You then wrap your arms around his waist and looked into his eyes, "But... it's nice to see you."
He leans and plants a gentle kiss on your temple as he wraps his arms around you. "How was work?" He asks you softly.
You let out a defeated sigh as you leaned your head on his chest. He then let out a chuckle, "That's all you had to say." He said, making you smile.
You then pulled back and looked into his eyes. "It was eventful, to say the least."
There was a comfortable pause between you two are you looked at one another. His eyes flickered between yours before reaching with one hand to cup your face, "Come get breakfast with me."
You blinked up at him, confused. “Breakfast?” You repeated with a smile still on your face.
He nodded his head, a faint smirk on his lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Nothing fancy. It’s up the street.”
You unwrap one arm from his waist and grab your phone in your back pocket, looking at the time.
3:00AM.
You then looked up at him and nodded, “I could go for some breakfast right now.” You smiled.
—
The diner wasn’t much. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, black and white checkered tile with peeling red booths. It was a little run down but you didn’t care—
You were more caught up in the excitement of spending time with Yunho.
The smell of grease clinged to the air as Yunho opened the door for you, making the bell ring, gesturing you to go in first. You give him a small thank you and gesture two people to the waitress.
She grabs two menus from behind the stand and guides you two to your table. You slid into a booth near the window, the cracked leather squeaking under your weight.
Yunho slide in across from you, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves to expose his forearms. You both thanked your waitress as she placed down the menus in front of you.
“I’ll be right back with your waters.” She said with a tired smile and then walked away.
Silence fell between you two.
You busied yourself by straightening the silverware, flicking the peeled edge of the laminated menu as you felt him watching you.
The way he looked at you in a soft manner—curiosity even, made you slightly shift in your seat. You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to break the silence. “I-Is there something on my face?”
“No.” He said without missing a beat. “Just looking.”
You looked down to the menu as you felt your cheeks getting red.
Shit.
He has you blushing.
“So,” you said, changing the subject, grabbing the menu to hold it up a little, adjusting yourself in the seat. “What do you normally get from here?”
He chuckles at your reaction, maintaining his eyes on you. “I don’t.”
You furrowed your eyebrows as your eyes shot to him. “You don’t what?”
“I have never eaten here.”
You blinked. “Seriously?” You tilted your head to the side, asking softly. “Then why come here?”
He shrugged lightly, voice calm. “I wanted to take you out.” His eyes flicking between yours, “spend time with you. Get to know you better outside of a private room or the club.”
You froze for a second, letting his words sink it. Then a gentle smile appeared on your face, “That’s really sweet of you. Thank you.” You tell him, still feeling red in the face.
You then look down to the menu, trying to hide your flushed face. You cleared your throat, “I don’t even know what to get.”
Yunho chuckled softly as he leaned back. “We have time.” He paused. “Get whatever you want.”
You raised an eyebrow at his words, repeating them skeptically, "Whatever I want?"
He smirked as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, an amused smile tugging the corner of his mouth. “Whatever you want.” He murmured softly.
You felt the heat creep up the back of your neck.
But before he could get any closer, you lifted your menu quickly, blocking him like a flimsy shield. “Good.” Your voice is neutral but the smirk twitching in your lips betrayed you.
He laughed at you as he backed up, grabbing his menu. You swallowed hard, forcing your eyes to stay locked on the page, tracing over items you weren't really reading.
Waffles.
Pancakes.
Omelettes.
None of it mattered.
After a beat, his voice slid across the table, "You always hide when you get nervous?”
Your hands stiffened around the menu instinctively. You peaked over the top, trying to glare—but the smile threatening to come out was reaching your eyes. “I’m not nervous.” You said too quickly.
Yunho’s smile widened just a little, “Sure.” He said looking back down his menu. “Whatever you say.” He teased.
But behind the menu— out of his line of sight— you smiled.
Really smiled.
For the first time in what felt like forever.
You stayed hidden behind the menu for a few more seconds, your heart hammering in your chest, your cheeks burning hotter than you dared admit.
And you could still feel Yunho’s eyes on you—calm, steady, unbothered.
You let out a forced huff, placing the menu down on the table and glared at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” You accused him.
Yunho’s mouth twitched at the corners. He just leaned back slightly in the booth, stretching one arm along the backrest. “Maybe,” he said. “But watching you squirm a little? It’s kind of worth it.”
You narrowed your eyes at him but then—
You got an idea.
You tilted your head, eyes glinting with amusement, “Oh, Mr. Jeong,” you teased, voice dripping in danger.
You lifted your leg under the table, slowly letting your foot brush up his leg and thigh. Your fingers reached across the table, trailing light circles over the back of his hand.
His eyes darkened as he stared at you, feeling a rush of heat coming into his body—smirk dropped.
“Don’t act like you weren’t squirming when I had your hands cuffed and your knees on the floor for me.”
He stiffened at your words.
He then lets out a humorless chuckle, sitting up straight, going to lean onto the table with frustration on his face, “You—“
“Okay! Sorry about the wait,” the waitress chimed in brightly—oblivious to what was happening. “What can I get you both to start?”
Yunho eyes burned into you as you reached for your water lifting it to your lips that had a sweet, smug smile.
—
Soon the food came out.
The plates clattered down between you two as she called out the order and placed it down respectively. She tucks the empty tray under her arm, “Enjoy guys.” She said as she walked away.
Your mouth was watering at the sight of the food. You grabbed your napkins and unrolled it, getting the utensils out, ready to dig in. You picked up your fork and stabbed your eggs, closing your mouth at the taste of it.
“How’s your food?” Yunho asked as he drank his coffee.
You nodded, “Mm,” you swallowed your food. “I don’t know if it’s because I’m hungry or what, but this has got to be the best eggs I have ever eaten.” You tell him, causing him to laugh.
“You think I’m joking?” You tell him playfully serious. You gather some eggs on your fork, “Here. Have some.” You smiled at him and fed him the eggs.
He happily takes it, leaning back on the booth as he dramatically throws his head back, “No, you’re right. These are the best eggs ever.” He moaned in delight.
You laugh at his exaggeration as you crump up your napkin and throw it at him, aiming it as his chest. Soon enough, the laughter dies down and silence—which was nothing but comfortable—took over you two are you enjoyed your food
Across from you, Yunho ate slowly as watching you enjoy your food in delight. He loves to see you being relaxed and at ease with him. That’s all he ever wanted.
But something keeps clawing at him—
How did you get here? What's your whole story? How do you go from cold and shutting off your emotions to being this.
He sets his coffee down with a soft clink and leaned slightly forward. “Can I ask you something?” He said softly.
You sip your water and nod as you look at him. “Sure.”
He looked at you for a second longer, wondering if he is going to push it too far by asking, “How—“ he paused, trying to find the words, “How did you end up working for Jae?”
“Oh.” You paused.
Your chewing slowed down as your eyes flickered down at the table. It's a fair question to ask. You just weren't expecting it so soon. But Yunho is a safe space for you, you knew there was no judgment with him.
“We don’t have to talk about it—“
“No, no,” you cut him off with a gentle smile, “it’s okay.”
You placed your fork down with a light clatter and took another sip of water. “Well," You started off, "I was working at a diner—something like this actually.” You said as you looked around. “Very long hours, barely making anything. I was behind on rent, bills—well, everything.”
“Jae, at the time, was my regular. Always asked to be seated in my section, always was a huge tipper, always was a smooth talker…” you let out a humorless smile, remembering when he would flirt with you. “He... wasn’t who he is now. Or, maybe, he was and I just didn’t see it yet.”
Your eyes zoned out to your plate as you kept going, remembering the naiveness you had. “One night, he offered me a job at his club… said I could make some real money—no strings.” You sighed and shook your head, “But I turned him down.”
You then looked into Yunho’s eyes. “But that didn’t stop him from coming back a couple days later. He asked me to come down to his club, just to check it out and see for myself. No pressure.” You shrugged.
“So I went.” You paused.
You mentally cursed at your past self.
You gnawed on your lower lip as you leaned your forearms onto the table, “I couldn’t believe the amount of money the girls were walking out with. Money that covers rent for a week in one night.”
You closed your eyes as you remembered your weakened state of mind at the time. “I was desperate. Exhausted. So, I signed.”
Yunho pulls his eyebrows together slightly as he listens to your story, gulping nervously for what's next to come.
You then let out a bitter laugh as you opened your eyes, “But what Jae didn’t mention—of course—is that most of the girls were in debt to him.”
Your tone hardened as you explained. “This is what he does. He will give you the money upfront. He helps you with rent, food—clothes if you need it, every single cent is tracked and counted for. But, what makes it worse is that Jae adds interest.”
“Oh, and the contract?” You shake your head, “You can’t just leave. He made it so airtight that you can’t leave unless he says you can and trust me…” you paused, “he won’t.”
There was a moment of silence as Yunho let all your word sink in. He felt anger, frustration, sadness all in one go as he looked at you.
Slowly, he reached out and took your hand into his, “That son of a bitch." He said in a low tone as he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry."
His eyes were dark and steady. "You shouldn't have been alone like that. You don't deserve this." He lifts your hand to his lips as he places soft kisses on your knuckles. "I'm here now. I won't let him continue this. Trust me."
You gave him a teary smile, "What if it's too late?" You asked scared but hopeful.
"It's only late if we stop fighting." He said softly as he shook his head. "Trust me, Y/N. I am not going anywhere. I will get you out."
You gave him a teary laugh as you sniffed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "You keep saying things like that and I just might start falling for you."
He leans in with a raised eyebrow, "You mean to tell me you haven't already?" He teased you.
You let out a sneer as you shook your head, "You ridiculous." You said smiling. You then get serious with a smile still on your face as you slightly slouch in your seat, "But, in all seriousness, thank you. For saying that and for being here. I didn't know how much I needed this."
“No, thank you.” He said, having a small smile. “For confiding in me.”
“Can I ask you something?” You said as leaned in, curious.
He nodded, “Anything.”
“What about you? How did you become—um, actually—I’m sorry, what do you do? Like what's the job title in your field?” You asked him awkwardly, making the two of you burst into laughter.
His thumb caresses your hand as he inhales deeply, calming down from the laughter. “I, um—“ he clears his throat, “I handle the contracts, import of things, logistics… sometimes favors.”
You blinked at him before slowly nodding, “Mhm, got it, got it. Basically something vague and suspicious.” You teased him.
He looks into your eyes and slightly tilts his head, “I just made a few decisions I couldn’t take back when I was young.” He said as he looked at your hands interlocking with his, reminiscing his tough childhood. “I was just with the wrong crowd and it was too late for me to leave.”
“But,” he said as he flickered his gaze to you, who held a sad expression for him. “I pushed through it and built something for myself.” He smiled at you, his heart swelling with warmth as you gave him a small smile back.
“Now I make sure I never end up powerless again.” He said.
You nodded at his words. “It’s amazing how you turned your life around, how you were able to take charge.” You sighed. “I would too if I was capable. I wouldn’t want to feel powerless again if I ever get out.”
“When you get out,” he corrects you, then he tilts his head, “what would you want to do? What would you want to be?” He leans in closer.
You giggled softly at him. Maybe, just this once you will dream once more about what you wanted to be growing up. “A marine biologist.” Your eyes gleamed.
You let out a laugh from how ridiculous it sounded after so many years.
He repeated it, thoughtfully. “Marine biologist.” He nodded slowly, “That’s a great dream.”
You shrugged, trying to act like it didn’t matter. “Was a great dream.” You muttered, picking at your hash browns. “Before everything went to shit.”
He just leaned back slightly, grabbing his cup of coffee with his free hand, “You know it still can be.” He takes a sip.
You let out a small huff as a small smile tugged at your lips, shaking your head slightly. “How?” You teased him. “You're going to enroll me into college between your “logistical” and mafia—like meetings?”
“Works for me.” He said easily as he smiled, shrugging. He tapped his finger against the side of the cup, “I’ll be there at the back of the class looking like your bodyguard.”
You let out a short, startled laugh, louder than you meant to, causing it to echo in the empty diner as it bounced off the walls. Your hand flew up to your mouth, eyes widening, “Sorry.” You said muffled.
Yunho just grinned wider, looking pleased with himself like he’d just won the world. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it.” He reassured you.
You then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down all shy. “Think about it,” he continued, “You would be giving a presentation about—about,” he paused, thinking but just gave up, “about whatever the fuck the ocean has and me sitting in the back, scaring your professors which gets you an automatic A.”
You laughed again, softer this time. “You're so silly.” You muttered at him.
“Only for you.”
—
You two were cracking jokes, laughing amongst each other when the waitress came up to the table, “Here you are.” She placed the check on the table with a muted thud. “Let me take this away from you two.” She said as she grabbed the stacked, dirty plates and headed to the kitchen.
You blinked down at the check, reaching for your bag automatically, “I got it.” You said out of habit, rummaging through your bag for your wallet.
Yunho just scoffed at you, “Right.” He said sarcastically as he took out his wallet from and placed his card on the paper. “Not tonight.”
You watch as he waves to the waitress, signaling her that he was ready to pay. “Yunho,” you said sternly, “I can at least pay for my half.”
He just gives you a deadpan look as the waitress grabs it from his hand and makes her way to the cash register. You then crossed your arms, knowing you have lost this battle. “Fine.” You said but then gave him a small smile. “Thank you. For tonight and for the meal.”
He reaches his hand over the table and you happily take it. “Anything for you.” He said, smiling softly. “Thank you for tonight as well.”
The waitress then comes back with the receipt and card and thanks the both of you. With that, you two stand up and place on your jackets, you fixing your purse on your shoulder.
He then takes out a few hundred dollar bills, stacked neatly and places it on top of the paper. You stared at it—stunned for a second. Not at the money, but of how thoughtfully he did it. It wasn’t to show off or prove anything.
“That’s really sweet of you.” Your voice was small. You looked at the money, reflecting. A few years ago, this was you. Wanting the hope of a generous customer to ease the weight of the week—you just wish it wasn’t Jae who did it.
He looks at you and smiles, wrapping his arm around you, bringing you in close as you two walk to the door. “She deserves it.” He whispered to you as he kissed your temple.
You two stepped outside, the cold air hitting you instantly, making you shiver. Without a word, he removed himself and took off his jacket and draped it over you—faint smell of his cologne, all warm.
He then wrapped his arm around you as he guided you to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for you. Back in the diner, the waitress tirelessly walked to the table—eyes widened and frozen in her steps as she saw the amount of money left for tip.
In disbelief, she slowly reaches out and grabs the money with a small shake, mouth parting as tears swelled in her eyes. She lets out a gasp and looks out the window to see Yunho closing the door for you.
Yunho looks up and nods at her, waving goodbye as he walks around the back of the car and gets into the car. The waitress raised her hand to say but just froze as gave him a smile, watching the car drive off.
She looks down at the money with happiness and puts it away, wiping down the table before heading back to the kitchen.
—
Finally, you two arrived at your apartment building. The car makes a small screech as he slowly brakes. He puts the car in park and turns it off, quickly getting out and walking around to open the door for you. “Thank you.” You said softly.
You two walked hand in hand to the front door of your building and stopped at the entrance. You turned to face him and hugged his waist as you looked at him, “Tonight was… really amazing. I don’t think I have laughed or spoken about my feelings in a long time. But…” you paused as you gave him a smile. “I’m happy it was with you.”
“I’m happy to be the one who can make you feel free and safe.” He said, eyes soft. “I have never felt this way before but I, too, am happy it’s with you.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, making you slightly blush. Slowly, he leans in, lips hovering over yours as you flutter your eyes close, closing the gap between you two. Your arms quickly draped over his shoulders as his hands found your waist, pulling you in closer.
He titled his head, deepening the kiss. You let a whimper so low, he thought he had imagined it. Your hand tugged on his hair, making him exhale through his nose as his hands roamed your back.
But then—
“Ahem, Ahem—!”
The both of you jumped back at the sudden voice. You quickly turned around and saw an old man with his hands behind his back, leaning forward with an eyebrow raised as he glared at you, glasses resting low on his nose bridge.
“S–Sorry.” You stuttered out.
“Sorry.” Yunho said.
You two awkwardly moved to the side as he remained looking at you as he walked to the code box near the door, inputting his numbers making the door buzz open which finally made him break eye contact as he went inside.
“Have a good night.” Yunho said respectfully to which the man just ignored, the door closing behind him.
In the same beat, you guys looked at each other and just broke into a small fit of laughter. “What could an old man be doing out at almost five in the morning?” You pounder out loud.
“Who knows,” Yunho jokes, “maybe he just came back from the club too.”
You shook your head as you laughed. You looked at him once more, eyes gleaming and all smiles, “Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked him.
“Of course you will.” Yunho replied. He leans down and gives you a kiss on your forehead and tucks his finger under your chin and lastly plants a kiss on your lips. “Sleep well.”
“You too, Yunho.” You smiled at him. He places a gentle kiss once more on your lips before turning around and heading to his car.
You bite your lower lip, smiling as you head inside. You were finally happy. You couldn’t believe it.
—
The relationship between the two of you was blossoming into something passionate and meaningful. You two made each other feel loved and safe, always surrounded by the good of each other.
He has proven to be a man of his word. He never once made you feel like a burden. He is patient and understanding of your needs and past issues. He doesn’t fight it, he works through it with you.
He has changed you for the better. Your smile reaches your eyes now. Your laughs are genuine. You wake up brighter now. You actually look forward to your days. It’s been good.
Yunho is someone who is willing to drop whatever is doing and just run to you. For example—
Your car, once again, was acting up. You were going to head off to do some errands but it wasn’t turning on so in a distress state, you called him crying. “Yunho,” you sniffed, “I need help and I just don’t know what to do anymore.”
In an instant, Yunho stood right the fuck up, causing his men to do the same as they stood on alert. His heart dropped at the sound of your voice, “What’s going on?” His voice was low as he grabs his jacket and walks to the door, snapping his fingers to his men to follow him.
But then he froze in his steps.
“My car!” You cried out as you stomped your foot on the floor, throwing your head back in frustration. He closed his eyes and he deeply inhales and exhales, trying to calm himself down.
He genuinely thought something horrible was happening to you and was getting ready to kill. “It’s not working and I honestly don’t know what else to do and it’s just frustrating me because I already dropped so much money and….”
Yunho sighs as he hears you rambling. “So your car isn’t working.” He repeated as he rubbed his temples. His men let out a sigh of relief as they slouched back down to their seats.
Soon after, he picked you up and called a tow truck. He held your hand the whole car ride as you carried a frustrated expression on your face the whole ride to the mechanics.
When you arrived, the mechanic was just explaining what the issues were, what they were going to need to fix, what needed to be replaced but all you heard was your bank account crying.
“I’m sorry.” you cut him off softly as you crossed your arms, trying to ease the frustration building within you. “How much is this going to cost?”
He lets out a scoff and smiles. “Well, honestly speaking we are doing a lot of repairs so this is going to cost you—“
Yunho steps up from behind you, hands tucked into his pockets as he glares at the man who shuts the fuck up and gulps nervously. He takes a look around and sees some of Yunho’s men standing, looking at him to which he lets out a sheepish laugh, “I’m sure we can work something out.”
“I’m sure we can.” Yunho’s deep voice rang.
You then let out a smile of relief, obvious to what just went down because you were consumed with thoughts of your car and payment.
But no need to worry, while your car was at the shop, Yunho would happily take you to any destination you wanted—home, work, grocery store, you name it. When dropping you off at work, he made sure to drop you off at a safe corner and watch you walk to work, just so people, or cameras, see anything.
He would always be waiting for you outside like clockwork, flirting with you at times as you would walk to his car. “Excuse me,” he would say as he put the car window down, “I just wanted to let you know that you have got to be the most beautiful girl—“
“I have a boyfriend.” You cut him off with a deadpan look, serious tone. As you walked past his car, you broke out into a huge smile, trying not to laugh when you heard him turning the car around to catch up to you.
“Y/N,” He sounded panicked. “Get in the car. It’s dangerous outside!”
Or when you finally felt ready to invite him up to your apartment. You had closed the door and leaned on the open passenger window, letting your hands dangle inside. He reaches for one hand and places a kiss on it, making you smile. “Hey,” you said softly, “Do you, maybe… want to come up stairs?”
He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” you nodded with a small smile. “You can stay for a bit, nothing crazy.” You teased him, making him smile.
“I would love that.” He said warmly.
—
It started becoming a habit.
He would drop you off and stay a while. He would let his hands run the edge of the sofa before going around and sitting down at the corner while you would go and change, talking out loud about your day.
“How was your day?” He shouted slightly as he took off his jacket. He smiled when he heard your groan of frustration, hangers clicking against each other as you roamed your closet for comfortable clothes.
“Don’t get me started.” You said as you took off your shirt, the light of your lamp captured your figure and displayed it on the wall. Yunho bit his lower lip as he saw your shadow taking off your pants.
His breathing picks up just a little bit as he adjusted his pants—all of a sudden feeling tight. You then appeared in the doorframe of your room and rolled your eyes, “Let me tell you all about it.”
You walked towards him and just as you were about to sit next to him, he pulled you to his lap. He settled you sideways across his thighs with one hand wrapping around your waist. “I’m ready.” He said as he leaned back on the sofa, ready to hear about your day.
You spoke about how some girls were annoyed about being put on stage last minute, how some regulars came back after a while or not seeing them. Or when you gave advice to the poor, drunken man who was crying over his marriage. Or how the new heels you bought gave you blisters because they have yet to be broken into—just everything.
It was always like this. He enjoyed hearing about your day, what you planned on doing the following day, what errands you needed to run. It would have the both of you sharing laughs, eyebrows being raised at some concerning things, or branching out into different conversations.
But when he would see your eyes closing, your responses being short, he knew it would be time to go. He always respected your space—boundaries. “Y/N,” his voice rang softly, making you hum in return. “It’s time for me to go.”
Your eyes would always open softly and look into his eyes. “Do you have to?” You whispered to him and he would look down, you in his arms as you laid on him.
“Yes.” He said.
You let out an annoyed exhale through your nose which made him smile. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” He said as he leans down and gives you a kiss on the lips.
And back he was, but tonight was different. This time you noticed his head turning to the side, his hands slowly falling from your waist. “And so I said—“ you froze in your sentence as you looked at him, giving him a gentle smile.
“Yunho…” You whispered to him as you got off, “hey, lay down.” He then jolts slightly awake, trying to get up but you calm him down, “It’s okay. Stay tonight, please.” You said and he gently nodded.
He lays down and instantly falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. You grabbed the blanket from the edge of the sofa and draped it over him. You leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Good night.”
Soon enough, he got comfortable staying over the night. Due to this, you two have more time for activities, such as playing games. Now, you’re not competitive whatsoever, but bring in UNO and all of a sudden you are cutthroat.
You smirked as you placed your card, “Plus two.”
He looked at the card and then at your face, scoffing. “Plus two.” He said, placing it down.
You maintained that sly smirk on your face and dropped an additional plus two. His face then drops in frustration and he looks through his card deck causing you to laugh in delight.
But then—
He dropped another card.
Plus two.
He smirked at you as you just stared at him. You then dropped all your cards on the table, arms crossed as a pissed off look appeared on your face, “I don’t want to play anymore.”
He just bursted out into a fit of laughter, seeing your reaction. “You think this is funny?” You asked in a serious tone, eyebrow raising.
He just kept laughing, unable to contain it. “Wait, wait, wait—“ He said in between laughs as he stood up to chase after you and grabbed your hand, gently.
You kept your arms crossed as he wrapped his arms around you. “It’s the fact that you let me do that!” You said, feeling annoyed.
He gives you a smile, “What did you expect me to do?”
“Tell me that you have plus twos!” You playfully yelled at him.
He keeps smiling at you as he cups your face, planting a kiss on your lips. “My sore loser, it’s okay. We can play something else.” He teased you.
“I’m not a sore loser.” You said as you rolled your eyes. He just laughs as he just went back to kissing you, making you slowly forget what you were even angry about.
—
There was a night where you didn’t work but he did. He came over, all tired through the smile he gave you and only you. You were sitting on the sofa, his hands caressing your legs as he told you about his day but—
Respectfully, you could give a fuck right now. You kept getting lost in the way his hands touched you. The rough patches on his palms on your soft skin—it was getting hot for you.
You would breath heavy as fuck when his hands would stroke higher and higher your thigh but he was too consumed in telling you how work was that he didn’t notice your fidgeting.
You bite the tip of your thumb to distract yourself, giving him half ass responses and nods to his words when he would look at you.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes flickered from his hand to his eyes.
“I asked if you were okay.” He said as his eyebrows furrowed. “You kept fidgeting. Does something hurt? Do you need me to get you something?” He said sitting up a little.
Okay, maybe he did notice.
“Oh, no.” You smiled at him, gulping. “I just—I think I’m just tired.” You quickly think of an excuse.
He just nods at you as he keeps his eyes on yours. Soon, his hands slowly passed your knee and up your thigh, “Is that… the only reason?”
Your mouth parted—nothing came out.
His fingertip traces small circles in your inner thigh. “I saw the way you looked at my hands.” His voice went low, making you shift in your seat as you looked down. “Look at me.” He said as he placed a finger under your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.
He leaned in closer, “Tell me,” he whispered. “What were you thinking about?”
Your heart raced as you felt his breath over your lips. You let out a breath as your eyes looked into his. “I was thinking about you.” You exhale a shaken breath. “You… touching me.
He hovers over you, “What was I doing?” He whispered in your ear as he slowly leans your back on the sofa, kissing below your ear, trailing it down your neck and back up, making you gasp at the touch.
“Don’t go quiet on me now.” He grinds against you making your mouth part.
“Oh.” you let out a moan. “You were using your fingers, making me feel good—so good.” You arched your back as he kissed your lips, grabbing your leg and hooking it over his waist.
“Tell me,” he said between kisses, “how you want it.” He starts moving down, scrunching up your shirt and placing hot kisses on your stomach. “Whatever you want,” he said tugging down the waistband of your shorts, placing kisses on the exposed skin, “whatever you need,”
He slides off your panties and spreads your legs, eyes shooting to yours, “I’ll do it for you.”
The cold air hits your glistening pussy as you clenched into nothing. He keeps his eye contact on you as he leans down and places a kiss on your clit, making you lean your head back as you close your eyes in anticipation.
You bite down your lower lip, trapping a moan as his tongue lays flat on your clit, licking you up. He then sucks the sensitive top part of your clit, moaning in delight, making you feel the vibration.
Your chest slowly heaves as he spreads your folds and drags his tongue down, fucking your hold with his tongue in and out, flicking it inside making you moan loudly.
His thumb reaches to massage your clit as he keeps his tongue working you out. One hand reaches to grip the edge of the sofa behind you while the other grips his hair. “Fu—ck.” You said brokenly. “Oh my—Oh my gosh—Oh!”
He sticks two fingers inside of you and curves them upward as he goes back to sucking your clit, making loud suction noises as he sucks hard. “Yun—Ah! Yunho, fuck!” He moaned, vibrating deep into your pussy.
He gets his other hand and massages the sides of your clit V style as he flicks your clit with his tongue. “Tell me, baby, is this what you were thinking?” His deep voice rang in between your moans.
You nodded and swallowed to moisten your throat. “Yes—“ You cried out.
“Yes, Yunho, Yes!”
“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so close—“ you repeated as you shot your eyes to him, watching him eat you out. He quickens the pace on everything and just sends you over the edge making you scream out loud as your body shakes from the overwhelming sensation.
He rides out your high with his fingers, watching you break apart in front of him as you jolt from the sensation. He licks his lips as he sits up, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking your sweet juices. You watched him with slightly parted eyes, breathing heavy.
He then hovers over you, watching you with a faint smirk as your hands reach out and place a comforting touch on his chest. “That,” you said panting, “was amazing.”
He laughs softly at your reaction. “Anything for you.”
—
Tonight was no different. You were over at his house—TV long forgotten in the dark bedroom, straddling his hips as you two passionately kissed. His hands running up and down your, groaning into the kiss as you slowly grind on him.
You sit up, slightly panting, but he quickly sits up and captures your lips as his hand gently grabs your face, maintaining you still. Your hands reached the bottom of your shirt and you quickly took it off, keeping eye contact.
Your hands went behind your bra and unhooked your bra. “Wait.” he said as he held your arms, panting.
“What happened?” You said softly. “Is something wrong?”
He shook his head and placed a gentle kiss on your chest, “I just want you to be sure of this.”
You furrowed your eyebrows as you tilted your head. “It’s just—I want to make sure that you are ready for this.”
You then smiled softly at him, cupping his face. “I have never been more sure, more ready in my life.”
He reaches for your wrists and lets out a small chuckle. “You’re positive?”
You place a kiss on his lips. “I promise you. I want this with you and only you.”
“Okay.” He nods.
Slowly, you reached for your bra straps and took it off. Yunho’s breath hitched at the sight of your breasts, quickly taking one into his mouth as massaged the other one. You threw your head back as you caressed the back of his head.
He flickered his gaze up to you, letting go of your nipple, the string of spit breaking as he kissed up to your neck. His hand grabs your face as he forces you to look down at him, kissing your lips passionately.
You gasp into the kiss as he flips you two over. You pull away slightly, “Take it off for me.” You whispered into his mouth.
He reaches down and slides off your panties, throwing it to the side of the bed. He takes this time to take off the remaining clothes off himself, chucking it as well.
You propped yourself on your elbows, mouth watering at the sight of the length of his member. He pumps himself as he hovers over you, “Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes.” You whispered as you laid back down. He looks down and aligns himself with your entrance and slowly slides in, making both of you moan at the feeling.
You feel so tight around him while he stretches you out deliciously.
“Fuck.” He muttered to himself. “You feel so good and we haven’t even started.”
Your back arches slightly as you gripped the sheets, making your hands into fists. “Slowly, Yunho—Oh!” You said as you feel the painfully, delicious stretch of your pussy.
Your chest heaves up and down, letting yourself adjust to his size. You inhaled and exhaled deeply as you kept your composure, clenching at just the feeling of him inside you.
When you were ready, you slide your hands up his arms and hold onto his shoulders. “Move, please…” He starts to rock in and out, slowly, feeling all of the curve of his tip and veins.
Little by little he picked up the pace, making you clench your pussy on his length as your hands switched positions and gripped the pillow on either side of your head. “Yes, Yunho! Just like that! Yes, yes, yes.”
He lets out a loud moan as he goes faster. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He bit his lower lip as he watched your tits bounce, trying to distract himself from busting so fast.
The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass and your moans were the only noise in the room. “Fuck,” he said as he threw his head back and then looks back down to you. “Ride me baby.”
You quickly get on top of him and pumped his penis some more before sitting back on it. You grinded on him as you reached behind you and massaged his balls, gently. He let out a pornograhic moan, throwing his head back on the pillow.
“Fu–uck. If you keep doing that I’m going to fucking cum.” He said in a strained voice. You smiled through your heavy breathing as kept going, bouncing your ass up and down on him.
He grips his hands onto your ass, guiding your movements. He plants his feet onto the bed and thrusts his hips up, matching your pace as you feel your orgasm building up quickly.
You fall forward to his chest, still bouncing him in a different angle, making him reach deeper into you as you let out whimper. “Y–Yunho, I’m so c–close, ah!”
“Keep bouncing on my dick, baby.” He tells you as he picks up the pace, his nails digging into your ass cheeks as you tug on his hair, lips hovering over his. “Cum with me.”
You moan out loud in agreement.
He lets go of one ass cheek and smacks it hard, making you clench hard on him. He smacks it once more as he feels it coming in.
You let out a scream as it was approaching and soon—
Both of you came.
He lets out a moan as he stiffened under you, releasing everything into you. “Yes, baby, cum inside me. Mmm, cum inside me.” You tell him as you ride out both of your highs.
You collapse onto his chest, both of you catching your breath—processing what just happened. You placed your chin on his chest and closed your eyes, “Wow.” Was all you managed to say, making him laugh, feeling the vibration.
You laid your head on his chest and let out a sigh of comfort as he caressed your head. He zoned out as he stared at the ceiling, feeling his heart racing slightly but for different reasons.
“There is something I have to tell you.” He said in a whisper.
You opened your eyes and stared at a dark corner of the room. “Mmm.” You hummed to him, in a soothing trance from his caressing touch.
There was a moment of silence.
But then—
“I love you.”
You froze.
You then looked up at him. “Wh–What?” You said softly.
“I love you.” He repeated as he tucked some hair behind your ear. Your eyes frantically looked at his chest before you sat up and got off the bed.
“Hey,” he said gently as he sat up, putting on his boxers. “Hey, it’s okay.”
He grabs you and turns you gently to face him. He knew this was unfamiliar territory for you, so he understood your panic. “You don’t have to say it back to me if you aren’t ready, but I couldn’t go another day without telling you.”
Your eyes flickered between his, feeling tears welling up. “You… love me? Like actually love me?” You whispered.
He nods and cups your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Yes.” He said softly. “But, listen, you don’t have to say anyth—“
“I love you too.” You cut him off.
“So much.” You said as tears fell down your cheek. “I just didn’t know how to—I don’t to mess it up—I have never experienced this and I’m scared—“
“Shh,” he cuts you off as he pulls you into his embrace. “You have me. Forever. I know your heart has been through so much, but I’m here to cherish and love you. I’m here to protect you. Don’t be scared anymore. We got this… together.”
You nodded at his words. “Together.” You repeated.
—
It was the middle of the morning and you were jolted awake by a consistent vibration. You looked over and saw Yunho passed out with his arm draped over your back and you looked at yourself—sleeping on your stomach and naked.
Then it registered that you had, indeed, knocked out as well. Your head then snaps to the vibration—your phone. You looked at the phone light up over a missed call. You reached over and squinted your eyes to the brightness only to widen your eyes.
5 missed calls from Jae
15 text messages from Jae.
Your heart fucking dropped.
You then saw an incoming call from him once more making you quickly—but carefully— get up from the bed, trying to not disturb Yunho, who only stirred in his sleep. You grabbed your clothes headed to the bathroom, picking up the phone.
“Hello?” You whispered.
“Y/N,” Jae’s deep voice rang in a serious tone.
You froze in your steps.
He stayed quiet for a second.
“Finally!” He slurred, “Why didn’t you pick up my calls or text me back?”
You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. You thought you were done for. “Jae, it’s five in the morning.”
“I miss you.” He ignored your complaint. “All these girls are nothing compared to you, you know that?” He smirks into the phone as he sways slightly near the balcony.
You put your clothes on, putting the toilet seat down and sitting on it. “What do you want, Jae?” You sighed.
He chuckled. “Can’t I just talk to my favorite girl?” He tilted his head, “You know… you sound tired. Has it been a long night?”
You shot your head up to the wall.
“A long night.”
Does he know?
No. Right?
“Work… has just been stressful.” You swallowed as you stood up, feeling too nervous to be still. “Been having trouble sleeping.”
“Mmm,” he hummed, looking into the sky. “You know that you’re mine, right? Even when you think you aren’t.”
You let out a scoff, masking the panic in your voice. “You tell me all the time, Jae. Is this what you called me for? At five in the morning?”
You don’t see it but he smiles. “I just wanted to remind you.” He leans his arms over the railing. “You think that you’re being careful. But I see everything.”
Your stomach dropped. “What are you trying to say?”
“Tell me something,” he says slowly, “have you been taking care of our partner?”
Your blood ran cold. “H–Huh? What do you mean?”
You slowly stand up, feeling the room shrinking.
He lets out a chuckle as he grabs the bottle from the silver tray and takes a swig as he looks off into the distance. “You know, I keep having this dream…” he pauses, ignoring your question, “You in bed with another man…”
You stayed silent, as you turned to the bathroom door—Yunho in the opposite room passed out in the bed.
“But I know you would never do that to me.” He stumbled back slightly. “At least… not without looking over your shoulder first, right?”
You felt the room getting hot, the hairs at the back of your neck standing up.
Your voice came out in a whisper, “I–“ you paused. “I would never do that to you, Jae.”
He closes his eyes and smiles. “Good.” He then opens his eyes, face turning into something sinister. “Because I’ll fucking kill him.”
He then hangs up the phone.
You just felt frozen in your body.
He’s just drunk.
He doesn’t know.
Or does he? How did he find out? You two were careful. You didn’t speak to the girls about it—right? Right.
Wait—
Fuck, you don’t know.
With Jae you never know. You never know what his next move is. You don’t know if he was being serious or just being his regular insecure, stupid self.
One thing is certain—
You opened the door, gently and stared at Yunho’s sleeping body.
You have to leave.
You cannot risk losing Yunho.
What you two shared was something beautiful but you would rather die than to have him killed over your actions.
You start to tear up as you quietly creeped to his side of the bed. “I’m so sorry. Please, don’t hate me.” You whispered to him as you placed a long, tender kiss on his forehead.
Please forgive me. I don’t think I can explain it to you. Maybe it’s best if you don’t know—for your own safety. Was what you wanted to tell him.
Just when you confided in him that you loved him, you now have to leave him.
You headed out the room and crept down the stairs, holding onto the wall with every step. You looked around and saw an empty living room.
You tiptoed to your shoes and slipped them on quickly and quietly grabbing your keys. Your hand slowly turned the knob and scrunched your face when the loud unlock sound resonated through the night.
Your hand reached for the knob and turned it quietly but then, in that moment—
When are there next parts of in the night releasing? 🤩
Hello my petal 🤍
Part 2 is coming out next week Saturday and Part 3 will be the following Saturday.
I’m thankful that you took the time to read it and hope you are enjoying it. It means a lot to me. Trust me when I say it’s only going to get even better.
Synopsis: You were just trying to survive. Dance, collect money, pay off your debt. Repeat. What you were not trying to do is to fall in love with someone you can’t have—not when you are owned by someone dangerous.
THEME: mafia!Yunho x Stripper!Reader
Warnings: Alright here we go. ANGSTY (MY FAV), SMUT, eating out, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, lots of back and forth/push and pull (you have been warned), mention of guns, someone gets shot, Yunho and Y/N are idiots in love, cursing, drinking, drunkenness, Y/N is in denial most of the time, we have Jae (IFYKYK), at his point he’s going to be my paid actor in my stories (Jae isn’t based on anyone), fluff, adorable happy ending, a drunk guy who tries to get at Y/N, have to break this up into 3 parts because tumblr hates me, I know I’m missing just lmk. PART 2, PART 3
Word count: 46K
Date started: EST 2024 Date Finished: June 4, 2025
Blossom’s Note: My petals, thank you for being patient. I haven’t forgotten about you. Life has just been hitting really hard. I’m doing my best to keep writing so bear with me. Now that we have that out the way, Yunho in this story had be kicking my feet at times. Let’s give an around of applause for Jae making a comeback in a different story lmao. Story was inspired by Obsessive by Lumi, Obsession by Mellina, and In the Night by The Weeknd. You know what to do, grab that popcorn and drinks and let’s get into it.
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You sat in front of the vanity, brushing powder on your face to ease the shine on your face with practiced, steady hands. The low thumping of the bass from the club pulsed through the room.
You applied the final touches—coating the lashes some more with mascara, one more swipe of lip gloss, brushing through your hair with your finger, fluffing it out.
Lastly, you spritzed perfume along your neck and collarbone, scrunching your face up at the intensity of the smell as you waved the air off with your hand.
Placing the perfume down, you let out a sigh. Your eyes flickered to the mirror in front of you, roaming at your reflection. You felt the nerves kicking in, slowly.
Tonight was important. There was no room for mistakes—no room for excuses.
Jae’s orders.
And speaking of the devil—
A knock from the door echoed in the room. You stiffened slightly, trying to keep your composure but now having the nerves coursing through your veins at full speed. There was no need to turn around to know who it was.
Your eyes flickered through the mirror and stared at him. “There she is,” Jae murmured with a smirk as he stood leaning against the doorframe. His eyes are roaming with hunger—dripping with satisfaction at the sight of you. “My star.”
Your back straightens—gut twisting as he steps into the room all slow and deliberate. When he reaches behind you, his hand slides over your chest, all possessive like.
“You look so beautiful.” His palm flattened against your skin before reaching up to your throat, “All mine.”
You remained stiffened under his touch, jaw clenching. You watched him lean in causing you to exhale through your nose in disgust—fright. His lips brushing the shell of your ear, “Tonight we’ve got a very special guest.” His voice is low, almost playful. “Do not disappoint me.”
Your eyes flicked to the mirror.
Blank.
Still.
“Do I ever?” You asked him with calmness—too calm. Your hands forming into fists, trying to ease your mind.
Jae hummed as he tilted his head side to side slightly, “Mm, no.” He said thoughtfully. “But you’ve got this habit of forgetting who is in charge.” He pressed his body closer to you, “You start thinking you are free.”
The word free sends goosebumps in your body.
Oh, how you yearn to be out of this.
His breath touched your skin as he whispered. “Let me remind you once more—you are here because I allow it.”
“How can I forget?” You murmured, voice feeling tight, “You remind me every chance you get.”
A pause.
Silence.
You then hear a soft tsk. His hand slipped from your neck to your jaw, forcing you to face him, causing you to let out a soft gasp.
His eyes held that hungry, possessive look.
“That mouth of yours,” he muttered as he leaned in closely, gripping tightening, “it’s going to get you in trouble one day.”
He flickered his eyes between yours before letting go of your face, which caused you to inhale sharply as your hand reached to soothe the aching sensation on your face as you glared at him through the mirror.
“But don’t worry,” he circled behind you. “Not tonight.”
Your mouth parted slightly as you let out a shaky breath, eyes still on him. “Tonight I need to seal this deal.” He said as he stood still behind you.
He leaned down next to your face, removing some strands of hair from your face. You closed your eyes under his touch, feeling scared. “And I am counting on you to make sure it happens.”
His words held something dark which made your skin crawl as you clenched your jaw. He turned his head to your lips, leaning in, “Don’t make me regret it.” He whispered.
Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him through the mirror, hand sliding slowly off your face.
His words felt sharper than a knife.
He smirks at your reaction and stands up, taking a few steps back. And just like that—
He was gone.
Leaving the horrid, chilling of his absence behind.
The door clicked shut.
Silence.
You felt the beating of your heart in your ears. You don’t move—not right away at least.
Your eyes looked into the mirror and saw that they were hollow—empty of life and light behind them. You saw the way you slightly shook, raising your hand slightly to watch it tremble.
You placed both hands on the table and closed your eyes. You inhaled and exhaled deeply—shaky—and then opened your eyes.
You blinked once. Twice.
Then—
You snapped out of it.
It’s time to get to work.
You reached for the powder once more—calming down the slight redness from Jae’s touch. You then just moved on autopilot—hands moving like they belonged to someone else.
You can’t afford to tremble in fear tonight.
Not when the wrong breath, glance, movement—anything—could send everything into a dangerous spiral.
You stood up and leaned your hands onto the table. “Showtime.” You whispered to yourself.
You turned around, heels clicking against the floor as you made your way to the door—mask in place, heart gone.
—
You could hear the loud chatter of men as you walked to the stage behind the curtains. You watched as your coworkers came off stage, talking about how exhausted they were.
Finally you arrived and took off your robe, handing it to security near the steps that lead to the stage. He places a comforting hand on your arm, “You got this!” He whispered to you with a smile, “You can do it, Y/N.”
You gave him a wink and a small smile before he left. You then turned to the DJ, who had a direct view of you from the outside, and nodded at him to which he returned and went to work.
Finally—
The music played.
A mysterious and sultry tune that resonated throughout the club as the lights turned down low. Slowly, you make your way up the steps and then onto the stage.
Instantly—the atmosphere felt electric.
Once your silhouette was spotted, loud hollering and whistling from men commenced. They wasted no time in throwing money like confetti, hungry gazes waiting impatiently for you.
Then it hits—
A golden glow spotlight that shined heavenly on you in synchronicity of your movements, making you the sole person of attention.
Every single step you took towards the pole was a calculated step to captivate everyone in the room.
You let your hips sway to the rhythm of the song, reaching out to wrap your hand in the pole. Your body quickly curves and twists in fluidity and sensual motions.
Slow and deliberately spinning to which you arched your body—commanding the room without a single word.
You then turned your head to the side, smiling at the men as they erupted with loud cheers. The bright neon lights made your body glitter shimmer as you gently landed on your knees.
You crawled to the edge of the stage where eager hands clutched bills. Men desperately waving it in your face—signaling you to go to them.
With practiced ease, you smiled at one of the shy ones. You beckoned him to come closer, watching him gulp in nervousness as his shaky hands reached out to give you his money.
You let out a small laugh at his actions. You got closer and grabbed his hand—guiding his trembling hands to slip a bill into the strap of your bra while “confident” hands found the curve of your hips—tucking cash into the waistband of your barely there lingerie.
You kept your composure, maintaining that sultry smirk—remaining in control, but inside your stomach twisted in horror.
Their fingertips would linger too long as their gazes stripped away your clothes. ‘Ugh’, disgust coils deep within your chest, but you don’t flinch.
You don't let it show.
Instead, you arched your back—letting their fantasies run wild.
You just kept selling the illusion they crave as you internally wish to scrub every trace of their touch from your skin.
But—
Your focus wasn’t on them—
Not tonight.
In perfect sync with the sultry rhythm of the song, you turned your head towards the vip section—a section that was far away from the sweaty hands and greedy gazes.
Perched in the dimly glowed of the private lounge sat him. The man Jae would not shut up about.
Jeong Yunho.
Wow—
Is that him?
You could feel your breath hitch for a second.
There was no denying that this man was dangerously handsome.
Just one look and you can tell the power he held.
That tailored suit not only reeked of expensive, but—the way it looked like it belonged to him. Molding to every sharp line of his body like it had been made with only him in mind.
The way his broad shoulders displayed, long legs spread in a way that screamed power and ease. One arm draped over the back of the leather couch, his fingers lazily tapping against the rim of the glass while the other rested on his thigh—just a few inches away from the women clinging to him.
Despite the desperate attempts for his attention from the women, his eyes were elsewhere—
On you.
His gaze was dark—unreadable—piercing in a way that, suddenly, the air around you got heavier—hotter.
His lips, slightly, curled into something in between amusement and intrigued.
It’s almost as if he was already three steps ahead of you.
You crawled to the center edge of the stage—right in front of his view in a controlled feline motion. Your hips sway to the slow, hypnotic beat as you feel the music pulse throughout your body.
You take this moment to take in his surroundings.
Men—standing stationed all around him, even on the steps that lead up to the VIP section. Silent but watchful.
Yet—
He simply sat there. Completely unbothered, as if he knew nothing could touch him.
As if he owned the room. And—maybe he did.
Heat shot up your spine as you met his gaze. You slide off the stage with each sway of your hips being a calculated promise. The front of your heels hit the edge of the bottom of the steps—still keeping that eye contact locked on one another.
Then—
Like a predator closing in on its prey—
You dropped to your hands and knees, feeling the velvet material of the stairs below them.
In this moment, it’s like the crowd disappeared—no longer mattering. Everything fades as his eyes are the only thing that fills your vision.
The world shifts. Music slows.
Suddenly, there is only you and him.
Your feline–like movements were slow and deliberate. Every crawl forward was a tease—an invitation wrapped in pure seduction.
That smirk on his lips remained. But his eyes darkened with something almost… feral. He raised the glass to his lips, never breaking that contact with you.
The women around him, who were desperately clinging onto him, shot you judgmental glares. You watched as their eyes burned with jealousy as they pressed their bodies closer to him.
But you don’t care.
You are here to do your job.
That’s it.
But they just kept on. They whispered vile things about you. Laughed at you. You couldn’t make out what they were saying in specific, but with the way they exchanged looks with eyes of venom—you knew enough.
But then—
He raises his hand.
A single powerful gesture and the chatter—
Stops.
They fucking froze in their words. You watched as they stiffened up as his eyes flickered to them with an icy glare. The girls looked down to the floor, feeling upset that they got him angry.
But with a wave of his hand, he silently orders them to leave.
They tried to protest but he gave them a look. A look that held many words. They let out an annoyed scoff as they get up—heels sharply clicking against the floor as they retreat to the shadows, arms crossing and hips jutting out with attitude as they glared at you.
Within perfect timing, you reached the top. You remained kneeling down before him—your pulse racing. You felt like his presence was a magnetic force that pulled you closer without even doing anything.
Your eyes flickered to the top floor. For a split second chills were sent down your spine—Jae standing there with arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
Reality hits you.
‘Don’t make me regret it’ his voice rang in your head. You take a slow, controlled inhale through your nose and gently exhale—controlling yourself.
You began by gliding your hands up his thighs—teasingly slow—until they rested on his hard muscles beneath the fabric of his suit.
You can feel the heat radiating off of him underneath you as you move up, sliding onto his lap with the grace of a predator claiming its prize.
Your hands run up his chest, leaning in just enough to let that tension build. Your breath warm against his ear, “Are you enjoying the show?”
He inhales your alluring perfume. His voice was low and smooth—sending shivers straight down your spine, coating your skin in goosebumps, “Immensely.”
Shit.
You can’t help the smirk that curves your lips as you lean back, grinding your hips just enough to draw a breath from him. You placed a finger under his chin—running your thumb on his lower lip.
The room around you seems to blur. The thumping of your heart matches the beat of the music as you continue to tease him with each controlled movement.
From your peripheral, you see his hands sliding towards your waist but—
Before they can reach you, you look at him with a challenge flashing in your gaze, “No touching,” you purr out, your voice dripping in mischief as you slide off him, caressing his face with your fingertips as you stand up. “Not tonight.” You winked at him.
You lingers there, a few inches away, your gazes locking for one last breath—a stealing second.
And then—
The shift happens.
Something dangerous flashed behind his eyes. That smirk curled into a scoffed out smile. Behind that smile there was something deeper, almost sinister.
You have no idea what you have done.
What you have started.
But you’re already turning away.
Your body swaying with each step as you head down the steps. You smiled at the men who stood at the bottom of the steps, shoving money in your face, happily taking them as you headed up the steps with the help of the club’s security.
You left him behind, craving for you again.
You returned to the spotlight, music sweeping to match the energy surging through your veins. The cheers grew louder as you finished your routine—bills raining down, more than you’ve ever seen in one night.
From the distance, Jae smirks as he flickered his eyes between you and Yunho—a look of satisfaction. Yunho can’t keep his eyes off of you like a hungry predator watching its prey.
You lit a fire within him.
You then vanished behind the curtains. Unaware of the chaos you left behind.
—
The crowd has since scattered, leaving behind drinks and empty bottles on tables. Chairs all over the place, thrown or fallen, with bills scattered on the floor and stage.
To say you were exhausted was an understatement.
You stood on the stage, eyes looking at the bills that had yet to be collected and sighed. You took off your heels and just dropped them behind you, then you tightened the strings of the silk robe and crouched down on the stage.
You gathered the money in a bunch and started collecting them—straightening them out before folding a good amount and wrapping a rubber band around it.
You’ll count it later.
Right now, you just just want to go home and boil the night off and sleep.
The laughter and chatter from your coworkers with their clients was a background hum to your own thoughts. Enjoying this calmness.
You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the shadow at first. Not until the overhead lights dimmed slightly, casting a silhouette over you.
“Impressive performance,” a deep, velvety voice drawled.
You froze.
That voice.
Slowly, you lifted your eyes up to the voice. Your breath hitched when your eyes locked onto his. The gleam in his eyes was something unreadable, “May I?” He asked as he extended his hand out for you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Your eyes flickered to his hand. You gnawed on your inner lower lip as you looked around the area. His men standing around you two, the same women from earlier with crossed arms with annoyance written on their face but most importantly—
No Jae.
You looked back at his face to which he tilted to the side, as if saying ‘well?’ Slowly, you reached out and grasped his hand, noting the rough patches on it as you stood up.
He steps to the side and helps you down the stairs with ease—as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
“Thank you.” You told him gently as you stood in front of him. He smiles and slowly releases his hand from yours, reaching into his inner pocket of the suit.
“This,” he takes out a thick stack of cash, neatly stacked with a white paper band wrapped around it, “is for making my first visit… worthwhile.”
Your lips slightly parted in shock as your eyes widened at the sight of the money. He just took that money out as if it was nothing but pocket change to him.
You felt conflicted.
“I–“ You couldn’t speak.
Your eyes flickered between the money and his face—you were hesitant.
What if this is a test? Should you even take his money? Was the deal completed? What would Jae say—?
“Take it.” His voice was softer, taking you out of your thoughts. He noticed your hesitation, his smirking slowly fading. “It’s not a gift—it’s recognition.”
You swallowed hard. You still felt reluctant at the offer but eventually, you slowly reached out, brushing his fingers with you as you took the money.
You gave him a small smile, “Thank you.” You tell him, keeping your tone neutral. “It’s very generous of you.”
“Of course.” He said with a faint smirk.
There was a pause between you two.
You slightly shifted under his gaze, feeling like you’re about to suffocate. “Um, so,” you say softly, “Thank you for coming tonight. We hope it was up to your expectations.”
You gave him another small smile and went to turn around but—
“Wait,” He said, grabbing your arm with the most gentle touch you have ever felt. You looked at his hand and then back at him, eyes slightly widened. “May I have your name?” He asked with a smile.
You could feel your heart skipping a beat—something you’ll bitch at yourself for later tonight. “I think that…” you turned to face him and gave him a coy smile that didn’t reach up to your eyes, “you and I both know I can’t give that to you.”
Now, it’s not that you were hiding. You would gladly give him your name except—
It was about protecting yourself from Jae. It felt like he owned your own name. Jae was very keen on keeping you all to himself—not even wanting to let others breathe your air.
You can see his face slightly drop but kept smiling. “But,” you stepped closer fingertips lightly brushing against his chest, trailing down the smooth fabric of his suit until it hovered just above the top of his belt, “it was lovely meeting you… Mr. Jeong.” You murmured as you looked up at him with your lips curling into a teasing smile.
But before you could take a step back, his hand caught yours, once more, “Something tells me this won’t be the last time I’ll be seeing you.” He said in a low voice, laced with certainty.
His eyes bore into yours, a smirk on his lips.
You let out a small scoff as the smile remained on your lips. You then slipped your hand out of his grasp, turning on your heels as you walked to the curtains.
His eyes stayed fixed on you until you disappeared—not bothering to glance back at him. He stayed there for a moment. The ghost of your touch lingered in his hand.
No one has ever made him feel so intrigued like how you have. Especially in such a short time like this. Yes, he has gotten dances before but something about you… he can’t pinpoint it.
“Who are you?” He murmured to himself.
He then straightened up, “Her name,” his voice low and sharp. “Find it.”
You won’t give it? Okay.
He will just find it first.
One of his men stepped forward, nodding once before disappearing.
Soon another one stepped forward, “Sir, the car is ready.”
He didn’t move at first, keeping his gaze on the curtain—wanting to open it and find you. He adjusted his cuffs on his suit sleeve and nodded, “Very well. Let’s go.” He turned around and headed to the entrance of the club.
His girls quickly dropped the sour faces and giggled as he propped his arms out to the side, causing them to hug his sides as they walked to the door. He glanced down at them with a mischievous smile as they whispered something to him.
Behind the curtain, you watched him the entire time between the narrow slits, feeling your heart race as you watched him leave. You stood up straight and let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
You took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. You then felt the stack of money in your hand, making you look down at it—fingers curling around it.
“Men,” you said in a whisper—bitterly, “They really do have it all, don’t they?” Your lips curl into a humorless smile.
—
It had been a week since that night.
A week since you disappeared behind the curtain, leaving Yunho behind—drowning in curiosity and intrigue.
But no need to worry, he sure as fuck did not forget you. Not the way you were perched up on him. Not the look in your eyes. Nor the delicacy in your touch. The way you said his name.
Safe to say, your performance—or rather, you—really sealed the deal with Yunho. Which is exactly why he was back tonight.
Partly to finish some business with Jae. But most importantly… in hopes that he is able to see you—even if it’s just a glimpse.
The lights were dimmed slightly in Jae’s office, casting a soft glow within the room. The air was filled with strong scents of expensive cigars and champagne with the music vibrating throughout the space.
Laughter echoed within the circle as Jae clicked his glass with Yunho’s—some liquor spilling out from the action. Jae leaned back into the sofa with legs spread comfortably apart, taking a huge gulp.
He sighed in satisfaction as he looked at Yunho. “Your terms are fair, Yunho.” He said with a grin. He then sits up straight with a devilish smile, “You won’t find a better deal elsewhere. Trust me.” His fingers lazily twirled the glass.
Yunho smirked as he placed his drink down onto the table, “Then we understand each other.” He said with his eyes glinting. “That’s all I need.”
Jae—a man who wants more and more. More reach, control, and power. But, in order for that to happen he needs Yunho—the man with the keys in his hands. He had the contracts, network, and the leverage.
And just like that—
The deal was sealed. Two men gaining more power and money. And to celebrate—?
Immediately, several girls came dressed in lingerie into the office—their eyes locking onto the scattered men in the room, picking who they wanted quickly. Jae gives two girls a glint of approval with his eyes as they sit next to him—all the girls settle in beside the men, laughter blending into the atmosphere.
Yunho looks at the girls who draped their legs over his. Watching how they quickly went to work when one girl slowly undid the top of his buttoned up shirt, caressing his exposed skin while the other rubbed his arm.
His expression was unreadable at the sight of them. “They seem to follow your lead without question.” Yunho said smoothly—calculated. He flickered his gaze to Jae, “Is that loyalty or… good training?”
Jae lifts his eyebrow when he flickered his eyes to Yunho, the corner of his mouth twitching, “Well, you know how it is,” He smirks.
Actually, Yunho didn't, but proceeded with your stupidity.
“Loyalty isn’t given. It’s bought. Broken. And rebuilt.” He looks at the girl wrapped in his arms, smiling, “Ain’t that right, baby?”
Yunho watched as Jae kissed the girl’s neck, making her laugh—a little too high. A little too fake. Yunho saw the way the girl tensed up her shoulders, how she looked at the floor, dead inside, before laughing in fear.
Then Jae gets a thought.
He looks at Yunho, removing himself from the girl’s neck. “Why?” He smirked, “Did someone catch your eye?”
“Well,” Yunho said in a low voice. “It’s hard to ignore someone who doesn’t want to be seen.” He reaches down for his drink and takes a sip.
Jae furrowed his eyebrows, trying to understand who it was that he was speaking about. Then his eyes light up, snapping his finger when it hits him—
“You must be talking about, Y/N.” He lets out a small laugh.
He didn’t flinch.
He already knew your name.
The same night he sent his men to find it, he got it. Took a little bribing but nothing a few dollar bills couldn’t fix. The girls talked—eventually—made the men swear they won’t even breathe a word about this to Jae.
Yunho leaned back in quiet satisfaction, letting your name settle in his mind. He didn’t answer back at Jae, but that’s all Jae needed to know.
“Do you…” Jae paused. Something dark flickered in his eyes. “Want to meet her?” He asked casually—too casually.
But his tone said otherwise. It’s as if he was going to show off his most prized possession. Telling Yunho subliminally that you belonged to Jae.
Yunho stayed silent.
Didn't blink.
He remained leaning back, the corner of his mouth barely twitching as his eyes locked with Jae's— unreadable but speaking volumes.
A slow, knowing smile slowly crept on Jae’s lips. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, keeping his eye contact with Yunho. Instantly, one of his men appeared with readiness as he leaned down to Jae’s level, “Go get her.” Voice was low and smooth as he whispered.
The man gave a curt nod, "Yes sir." And with that he slipped away.
Jae downed his drink, placing it on the glass table in front of him. “I figured you would want a closer look.” Jae said. “Eventually.” His smirk widening just enough.
Yunho gave him a faint smirk back, remaining silent.
This game just started.
—
Finally, the night was over.
Fuck.
The music faded, stage lights dimmed, and the noise from the crowd was nothing but an echo behind you as you stepped off the stage.
You thanked the security who handed you your robe and quickly slipped it on as you made your way to the dressing room, exhaling after a long day of work.
You shut the door and instantly, your body ached with exhaustion. You made your way to your chair and just dropped onto it. You sighed in relief as you kicked off your heels—flexing your sore feet, moving them in circular motions to get the circulation flow back with a slight tingling fire feeling.
You leaned back in your chair, throwing your head back as you closed your eyes for a moment. ‘Home’. It was all you can think about right now. You couldn’t wait to get out of this heavy makeup with this outfit that makes you feel like your boobs are pushed up to your ears.
Slowly, you get up, winching in pain as your joints burn, limping slightly at the ache in your legs. You rolled your shoulders back, moving your head side to side as you took off your robe.
You started to gather your things off the counter until—
A sudden knock on the dressing room door snapped you back into reality as you jolted. “Y/N?” Your body tensed up when you heard your name, muffled.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes shooting to the door, “Boss wants to see you.”
Oh, fuck no.
You closed your eyes as your jaw tightened. You exhaled a sigh of frustration through your nose. And just like that, the ache in your body was instantly forgotten—replaced by the heaviness settling in your chest—anger in your body.
You walked to the door and opened it with an attitude, “Can you tell him that I—“
“You’re coming.” He cuts you off, words feeling like a slap in the face. “Now.”
You glared into his emotionless face. You wanted to scream but you stayed silent. You turned around, putting on those dreaded heels back on. Once you finished, you stood up and closed your eyes one last time to enjoy the final peace you had.
You turned back to the guard, who didn’t even say a single word. You glared at him and he nodded, stepping to the side, waiting for you to follow him.
And you did just that.
The small peace you had was completely snatched from you.
—
Every step that led to him was a step you dreaded. This walk to his office felt longer than usual for some reason tonight. Maybe because you were just tired and wanted this night to be over.
Or because you hated him and didn’t want to see Jae.
Finally, you arrived at the door. You inhaled and exhaled, getting mentally ready for whatever bullshit Jae had in store. You nodded at the guy and he opened the door for you, his hand gesturing to go inside, “He is waiting for you.” He tells you.
You straighten your posture and take your first step inside and—
“Ah,” you heard Jae’s voice, “there she is!” You looked and saw Jae giving you the most wicked smile ever. He goes around the sofa and takes your hands, “my beautiful Y/N.” He plants kisses on them.
Before you could even gather your bearings—Jae grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him to the couch. He then pulls you down to his lap with a sharp tug. His hand immediately slid possessively across your waist and onto your backside, squeezing roughly.
You could barely suppress the flinch as the familiar disgust was threatening to show on your face, but you quickly pushed it down—giving a tight smile.
You looked across from you and froze.
How did you not see him? Maybe that’s why Jae was acting the way he was with you at first.
Yunho was watching you intently. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied your body language. His gaze flickered to Jae’s hand on your waist—his expression was unreadable but the slight crease of his brow didn’t go unnoticed by you.
Jae chuckled, “Beautiful, isn’t she?” He said as he admires—if you can even call it that—you. “She’s shy at first but—once she knows her place, she is perfect.”
Yunho gives you a faint smile, “Beautiful,” he echoed, bringing his drink to his lips, “you got that part right.”
Your breath hitched—just barely.
Did you hear that correctly?
No—
No.
Last time you fell for a man’s words, you ended up in this bullshit.
This man is just as dangerous as Jae—if not, more.
Don’t be stupid.
“Pour me a drink, darling.” Jae said, snapping you out of your thoughts. Just like that, back to being a machine. He leaned back, arms resting on the edge of the couch.
You nodded as you leaned forward, grabbing the mini tongs. You placed three ice cubes into Jae’s cup—
“She’s a good girl, don’t you think?” He said caressing your back. You wanted to throw up from his touch as you poured his drink into the glass. “Knows how to listen. Knows when to stay quiet—that’s rare these days.” He said, looking at Yunho with a smirk.
You sat up and handed him his drink, watching how he smiled at you as he said a small thank you. Ugh, asshole. You wanted to throw the drink in his face and slap him right across.
During the interaction, you felt Yunho’s eyes on you. “Quiet doesn’t always mean obedience.” He said in a low, calm voice—an undercurrent tone you couldn’t pinpoint.
Your heart raced just a little faster at his response. Jae chuckled as he caressed your thigh. “Spoken like a man who’s never trained anyone.”
Trained.
That word sat heavy in your chest. You tried to keep your face neutral as you flickered your gaze to the glass Jae kept in his hand—waiting for this moment to be over quickly.
“Spoken like a man who’s afraid of what happens when they think for themselves.” Yunho answers back as he finishes his drink, placing it on the table as he stares down Jae.
His words ran a fucking shiver down your spine—fighting to not look at him.
Jae shifted beneath you—you can tell these words affected him. “Control is not fear.” He said smoothly. “It’s all about consistency. My girl knows that I’ve got her.” He smirks, “Therefore, she does not need to question anything. Right, baby?” He looks at you with a smile.
But before you could say anything—
“Or maybe she knows what happens when she does.” His words cut through the silence like a knife.
Your heart stops as you slowly look at Yunho.
No one has ever spoken to Jae like that.
Jae’s voice dipped into something darker, a grin still on his face. “Are you trying to say something, Yunho?”
Yunho slightly shook his head. “I’m just observing.” He said calmly. His eyes lingered on you as if it held you in place.
You knew the look in his eyes—the type of man who commands with just a glance. This only confirms how dangerous Yunho was and you do not want to fuck with that.
But—
You can’t help it. Something about him was tugging you towards him.
Was it…
The way he looked at you? The way he saw the cracks through the mask? The way he made you feel human, even if it was just for a second?
I mean—You don’t even know man. Yet, slowly, he has undone some of your walls… just with words.
Wait—
Stop—
This was reckless.
You have to stop it.
You know better than to want answers. Curiosity in this world gets people killed.
—
It was later in the night.
Yunho was sitting in the back of the car with one arm slung casually along the seat—the window cracked open as the smoke from his cigar disappeared into the night air.
His driver was silent—ready for any command.
But Yunho—
He was busy.
He was watching you.
There you were. Standing outside with Jae—who had two of his men standing behind him. You were at the back of the club, away from curious eyes. Your coat was wrapped tightly around you, shielding you from the cold night.
You adjusted your purse strap on your shoulder and then crossed your arms, looking away from Jae with attitude.
Jae had stepped closer to you—the argument was escalating as you looked back at him and scoffed at whatever he said, shaking your head at him in disbelief.
Jae just looked away from you, smoking his cigarette as he waited for you to comply with what he asked of you. You glared at him with fury in your eyes as you opened your purse, grabbing the stacks of cash and shoving it to his chest.
Jae stumbled back slightly—taken aback by your actions as he looked down at the money on the floor. He exhaled through his mouth as closed his eyes, letting out a scoff. He smirked as he looked back up at you, face written with anger.
“What do we have here?” Yunho murmured to himself as he tilted his head slightly in curiosity—the tip of his cigarette glowed a faint red as he took a drag, casting a brief flicker of light across his face.
“Sir?” The driver asked, looking through the mirror. But Yunho stayed silent, just keeping his eyes on you.
You then proceeded to tell Jae something that just sets him off, talking back at you in anger. You roll your eyes at his stupidity. Done with his bullshit, you turned around—
But—
Then it happened.
Jae’s hand shoots out and grabs your face, roughly and controlling as he leaned in, yelling something directly in your face. Yunho can faintly hear you yelling at Jae to let you go as you try removing his hands off of you.
There was a lot of back and forth yelling but eventually—
He let go.
Your chest was heaving as you looked at him with fear and anger all mixed up. You adjusted your purse and turned around to walk away—fast. But Jae tsks as he dropped his cigarette to the floor and rushed to you but only this time—
It’s gentle.
He caught up to you and turned you around, softly. You closed your eyes as he caressed your face, him apologizing for his actions. But you aren’t falling for his antics.
You completely tensed up as you looked away, removing his hand from your face as your lips curled in disgust from his touch. He caresses your hair and leans down, whispering something in your ear causing you to freeze and look up at him.
He steps back and walks to his car, opening up the backseat door for you. He gestures for you to enter as he gives you a smile. Yunho can see your hesitation.
He sees the way your eyes linger on the car before you slowly make your way to the car, stopping once more but eventually, you climb into the car. Jae then follows suit but before closing the door he orders one of his men to pick up the money.
Yunho flicked the cigarette out the window, little flicks of ember spark upon contact to the floor. Interesting, he thought.
“Let’s go.” Yunho told his driver.
And with that they took off, leaving Yunho curious of what just went down.
—
It’s been a few weeks and Yunho has now become a permanent fixture within the club. But of course, it was bound to happen now they are partners.
It just means he isn’t going anywhere.
You saw him more often than you wanted to.
He never once did anything to make you feel uncomfortable but—you won’t deny the feeling that occurs within you when you two lock eyes.
You don’t know what it is. It’s unspoken—unnamed. But it weighed very heavy every time.
The club was darker tonight. A spotlight on you as you performed. The music was sultry, dangerous—enough to make the men holler for you as you gave them your captivating smile.
Off in the distance, Jae leaned back against the leather of the booth with a lazy smirk on his face, “She is something, isn’t she?” He said in awe of you as he watched you dance.
Yunho just hummed in response.
He leaned forward as his elbows rested on his knees, glass dangling from loose fingertips. His eyes followed your movements, feeling like he was in a trance.
He then looks down to the floor and ponders hard before asking, “What is she to you?” His voice was quiet yet it sliced through the noise.
Jae didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, there was a pause. Both men looked at you in admiration—well, one did. The other looked at you as a money making machine.
“She is everything to me.” Jae said in a serious tone, downing his drink, letting out a satisfied sigh.
He then sits up with a face full of smugness. He places his cup on the table, opening up the bottle of liquor, “She is the best thing I ever invested in.”
Thing.
Asshole, Yunho thought as he let out a small scoff that went unnoticed.
Yunho looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “Invested?”
Jae chuckled, tipping his glass towards the stage in faulty delight. “Found her working at a shitty diner. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen…” He said as he zoned out, daydreaming about when he first saw you.
All bright smiles. Now they are all gone.
“Well,” Jae said, clearing his throat, snapping out of it. “I made her an offer, one where she can make real money—to live a little, ya’know?”
He then leans closer to Yunho, lowering his voice, “But, let’s just say, she signed the contract without reading the fine print.” He lets out a cackle as he shoves Yunho as if he just said the funniest joke ever.
“Ahhh,” he sighed happily, in a daze. “Now, she belongs to me.”
Let me tell you, if looks could kill—
Jae would’ve been dead.
Yunho’s stare had darkened but his face just remained cold—expressionless. He can’t believe someone would do something so fucking cruel to a person who was just trying to survive.
“Hey,” Jae said as he tapped his arm, “do you want a closer look?” He offered you. He then places a hand on his own chest, “It’ll be my personal gift to you.” He smiles at him.
He then gets serious, “But,” he warned, “don’t get attached.” He said in a low tone. They just stared at each other before Jae bursted out into laughter making Yunho smirk back at him.
Yunho looked away from Jae and watched you finish your dance. Jae didn’t bother for a response as two girls approached him and easily got distracted. Idiot, as always.
When you finished your set, your eyes roamed the crowd—the room. You caught Yunho’s eyes already looking at you and it felt as if time slowed down for the both of you.
But reality came striking in as the lights turned off—snapping you right back into the moment as you disappeared behind the curtains.
Yunho just kept his gaze on you.
Little by little, things were starting to make sense to him.
—
After the performance, the club was winding down. Once again, as always, right when you’re about to leave—
Jae.
Of course.
But this time, it’s slightly good news?
You stood off at the side of the bar, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you stood in your silk robe. Jae was completely leaned into your space—mouth near your ear, smiling as he spoke to you.
Completely blinded that he didn’t notice your face was carved out in flat annoyance as you stared into an empty space—wondering when the fuck this conversation was over.
From the shadows, way up near Jae’s office, Yunho had the perfect view. He saw the way Jae cupped your face, caressing it with his thumbs as if you were something so delicate he wanted to take care of.
Right.
He saw how you removed his hand with a sharp flick of your wrist—careful to not draw attention from your coworkers. Jae’s smile faltered for half a second before snapping back into his cruel self.
He closed his hand around your arm, fingers digging into it as he guided you around the corner where the noise of the club thinned out, swallowed by the heavy walls.
He leaned in, voice low. “I’m leaving the city for a bit.” He said as he brushed a stray hair from your face.
Oh?
“Business things, you wouldn’t understand.” He said condescendingly, making you exhale deeply. “You see, there are some things I have to finish now that Yunho is onboard with us.”
You stayed still.
Silent.
Jae’s mouth curled into a smirk. His hand lifted your chin to face him, “And since I’m leaving, I’m trusting you with a little responsibility, mmh?”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “What is it?”
His hands slide around your waist, bring you close to him as he sways you two a little bit. “Take care of our new partner, yeah? I want you to show him why we are the best in the business.”
Your stomach twisted.
“But,” his eyes darkened. “Don’t get any fucking ideas. Do you understand me?”
You nodded as you swallowed down your nerves. “Good.” He said smiling. “I don’t know when I’ll be back but—“
He leans in slightly.
“Don’t give me a reason to come back early, alright?” He then gives you a patronizing little tap under your chin before walking off, leaving you standing there.
Yunho watches as you stand there, letting Jae’s words sink in your mind.
Slowly, he starts to back up into the shadows—disappearing just in time as you flickered your gaze up to the third floor where Jae’s office was, feeling someone looking at you.
But no one was there.
—
Jae has been gone for some time now and quite frankly it has been… peaceful.
Everything seems to flow with ease now. The club seems vibrant with good energy. The girls seemed happier and actually laughed more. Security seemed relaxed, less tense than normal—everything just seemed lighter.
As if everyone can breathe.
Why is that, you may ask?
Yunho was the complete opposite of Jae.
He earned the respect of people without raising his voice or barking out orders.
And the girls? Well, they noticed it.
They laughed more when he was around, joked with him in between sets—hell, even the newest ones felt safe enough to talk to him about issues they had. Something no one ever bothered doing with Jae.
It’s like he was always surrounded by them. Comfortable enough to drape themselves over him, flock to him, hooking arms around his shoulder or arms as they whispered things into his ears that made them giggle in the process.
They craved his attention—his gentle touch. A small piece of him. But it was understandable—we never had this type of figure in our lives at the club—it’s almost as if he was something the club itself was missing.
And you would see how he would let them.
Let them play their games. Pour his drinks. Caress his whole body.
You also saw how he would lean in, whispering sweet nothings to them making them turn shy under his stare. How the girls would send glances at each other before standing up, grabbing his hand as they tugged him to one of the many private rooms—where fantasies would roam.
But—
You maintained your distance.
You’re not falling for his antics—his bullshit. I mean, let’s focus on the facts here; he’s just like Jae.
You tell yourself, ‘look away, it's not worth it.’
But—
Something always pulls you back.
You did look
Every time.
Every night, he would run off and disappear with different girls.
You had no clue what the hell would happen behind the closed doors but with the way they came out with makeup smudged, faces flushed, giddy as they adjusted their clothes, and fixing their hair said enough.
And Yunho? Untouched.
And yet—
No matter how much you try to avoid him, despite Jae's orders, he somehow manages to find your eyes through the crowd—every single time.
It never fails to make your heart race or breath hitch.
Like take tonight for example—
Finally, you finished your set and you just wanted to count your money and go. You were behind the bar, stacking up your cash tips into neat piles but your hands were trembling slightly.
Your fingers would fumble when you looked up to grab a glance—wanting to know if he was still looking.
And he was.
He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his stare was unreal to relentless. Feeling conflicted and frustrated with how easily you let him affect you—
You dropped your money and sighed, leaning on the counter as you closed your eyes, exhaling. You ended up gathering your money in one pile and decided to just count it in the dressing room—what you should’ve done in the first place.
You gave him one last look—slight annoyance written on to which he returned with a small smirk as you disappeared into the dressing room.
His stare felt like it whispered, I’ll see you. Soon.
—
The following night, you were in the dressing room with the rest of the girls—shift change.
But not for you, you have been here the whole day.
Some girls were wiping off their makeup and talking out loud about some handsy, cheap men, gaining some laughs from some girls as they made jokes over it. Some focused on getting dressed as they prepared for the night.
You sat at your vanity, tugging your zipper open on your makeup bag, grabbing your setting spray. You softly chuckled at the ongoing conversations from the girls as you took off the cap from the bottle and sprayed your face, waving your hand to help the skin soak in the liquid.
Once that was settled, you adjusted the straps of your outfit back onto your shoulder—hands moving on autopilot to adjust, tighten, apply.
Just as you were about to take off your heels to let your feet breathe for a second—“Hey,” your coworker leaned around the corner of your mirror, “You’re booked. Private dance. Room 11.” She said lazily chewing gum, voice casual.
You let her words sink in as you felt your sore body crying, complaining at her words. You exhaled slowly through your nose as you nodded at her words, giving her a forced smile, “Got it.”
She flashed you a wink and disappeared around the corner. You sat there for a second longer, staring at your reflection. You mentally tell yourself ‘you can do it’ as you get up, roll your shoulders and head out the room with some girls telling you good luck as you give them a small smile.
—
You approached room 11 and stopped in front of it. You gave your body a little shaky to wake yourself up and exhale once. You steadied your hand into a fist, knocking twice.
“Come in.”
You turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit private room. The heavy door thudded close behind you, muting the club's music into a dull vibration against the wall.
Oh my god—
There he was.
Yunho.
His legs were crossed at the knee—an arm draped lazily along the back of the chair while the other rested on the curve of his thigh with a glass of dark liquor dangling loose in his grasp.
He didn’t move.
He didn’t speak.
He just watched you through the huge mirror in front of him. A slow smirk curved his lips while you two stared at one another.
Internally, you were scared—shitless. You wanted to turn around and leave but Jae’s words haunted you. You had no time to slack off—
You leaned casually against the door frame, “Mr. Jeong,” a sweet, coy smile appeared on your face. “What can I do for you?” You purred, voice like honey.
His smile only widened—darkly. You pushed yourself off the door, ignoring the way your heart raced as your heels softly clicked towards him—walking around the room.
A predator's arc.
You let your finger trail lightly across the back of the leather sofa behind him until you stood directly behind him. Your hands slide down his chest, palms ghosting over his broad shoulders—all light and teasing.
You lowered your head slightly, just enough for him to feel the whispers of your breath against his skin. “You know,” you murmured, voice dropping to a sultry tone. “I was wondering when you were going to come to me.”
You felt the way his body tensed but barely. It was controlled within seconds.
Finally—
After what felt like forever—
He spoke. “I want you tonight.” His voice was low and smooth—unrushed. “Just for me.”
“All to myself.” He smirked. You felt the floor crumbling under your feet just by his words.
He tilted his head up just enough to glance at you over his shoulder. “You understand me,” he said as he caught your eyes. “Don’t you, Y/N?”
Hearing your name come from his mouth made your knees slightly buckle.
The room felt smaller now—hotter even. You felt your heartbeat hammering in your ears.
“I understand.”
You smiled at him as your hands moved around the chair, humans saying with a practiced roll. You deliberately dragged your fingertips across his chest as you circled him and stood in front of him.
You hooked your finger under his chin and made him look up at you, “So…” you whispered, voice dipping into something dark—intimate. “What are you willing to do to get what you want?”
He said in full confidence, “Anything.”
That smirk remained on your face, “Anything?” You repeated as you tilted your head. He nods once at you.
“Mm.” You hummed in amusement as you let go of his face, taking a step back. The way his legs spread out just enough seemed to invite you in—but not enough to beg.
His eyes burned into your figure, waiting for your next move. You turned around and walked to the speaker—purposely leaning down to press the button of the speaker, showcasing your curves.
He lets out a quiet chuckle at your action, taking a sip of his drink before placing it off to the side.
And just like that—
The music played.
You walked to the center of the room, sliding down to your knees—maintaining that eye contact with him. You slowly crawled on all fours to him until you were between his legs. Your hands gently caressed his strong thighs—
Moving them up and down a few times before you use his thighs to help yourself up—your hands finding the hard plane of his chest, giving him a push.
He lets you force him back deeper into the chair with a soft thud, smirk flickering at the edges. You swung one leg over him, straddling his lap with a slow roll of your hips that barely skimmed his—just enough for him to feel the unbearable heat trapped between your thighs.
You settled on him deliberately, your weight feather–light—teasing as your thighs squeezed around his hips.
You leaned in, mouth brushing against the shell of his ear, letting your breath ghost over his skin until you felt the sharp inhale he tried to hide.
Here goes nothing.
“Tell me you’re mine, Mr. Jeong,” you murmured to him—voice dipped in velvet sin. You rolled your hips—slow.
Controlled.
You felt him slightly tensed at your actions causing you to look back at his face. Your fingers reached up to his hair—just enough to make him obey.
“But look at me when you say it.”
His breath hitched—fuck.
We are just getting started and he already feels in heaven with you.
“Yours–” His voice was low and strained, distracted by your slow grinding. “I’m yours.”
You smirked at him as you tugged his head back, just enough to expose his neck. Your fingertips traced from the tip of his chin down to his chest—barely a touch.
He bit his lower lip in delight—hands twitching at his sides, aching to touch you but you moved faster than he could—
“Oh,” you scolded, voice teasing, ”Mr. Jeong. Keep those hands to yourself.” You smirked at him as you grabbed his face gently, bringing his head to eye level with yours. “Wouldn’t want to get in trouble.”
Although you held that smile—inside, your walls were still up.
This was just a fantasy—a role you were just playing. And this man did not belong in your reality.
His lips parted slightly—a low growl rumbling deep from within his chest. You silenced him with a single finger pressed against his mouth, “shh,” you whispered, giving him a faint smile—just enough to keep in control of the moment. “Don’t worry. You’ll get a taste… eventually..”
Your eyes darkened as you removed your finger from his lips, using that same hand to drag it down your body. Over the swell of your breasts. Down the curve of your waist. Moving with a slow, deliberate arch of your back that made your core pulse with need as you grind shading him again.
Instinctively, his hand shot up—desperate to feel you more. But you smacked it away with a sharp crack against his wrist—the noise cuts through the room, making his jaw flex harder.
You grabbed his face firmly with one hand, forcing him to look at you. “I said no touching.” You warned him, your tone in pure dominance.
His breath caught in his throat as your grip tightened on his jaw. There was a pause between you two as his eyes flickered between yours.
Until—
“That look in your eyes,” his tone was deadly, “I know you only get like that with me.”
You paused at his words. Your brain short circuits for a second—
But you’re quick with words.
You let out a small laugh, leaning as your mouth hovers over him, your eyes narrowing with the faintest smirk on your lips. “You must think you’re special.”
You let the words hang there, your lips inches from his. Then you pulled back, in control of the moment. “Don’t mistake the fantasy for something real, Mr. Jeong.”
You won’t fall for his charms.
His voice.
His eyes.
You won’t fall for his act.
He’s just like Jae.
You won’t be stupid—Not again.
Yunho’s gaze devoured you. His pupils were blown wide, jaw clenched so tight you could practically feel the restraint vibrating off him.
He stays silent.
And then—
That smirk again. It’s like he can see through you. It’s as if he knew something you didn’t dare to say out loud.
Your fingers were the first too move—
Eyes still locked on one another.
You reached for his dress shirt. Undoing one button. Then another. Slow, no rush. Your touch brushed against the heat of his skin with every pass.
When the fourth button slipped free, you shifted closer—your body brushing his. Your lips hovered over his skin, pressing soft kiss just beneath his collarbone—
Right over his heart.
Your lips press kissing trailing up to beneath the ear. “Tell me,” you whispered, “does it still feel real?”
Yunho threw his head back, making a soft thud with the she of the sofa as he fluttered his eyes close with delight. He let out a low, desperate groan that growled deep from within his chest. “Shit”. He whispered.
You felt him twitch underneath you—for the first time feeling helpless. His hands flexed into fists, trying to restrain from touching you as he kept letting out broken, low groans.
Your hands dragged slowly down his chest, fingertips gliding over his skin until they reached his thighs—thick and tense beneath your touch.
You began to rub them in a slow, tormenting rhythm—up, down, up again—never rushing. Your thumbs brushed dangerously close to his throbbing bulge, straining against his slacks.
He inhaled sharply—he twitched as his chest heaved, head still thrown back as he now gripped the edge of the sofa.
You felt it—the way he was eager to know what you were going to do next.
And just when you knew he was about to break—
You stood up and backed away—leaving him with the ghost of your touch.
He let out a wrecked, frustrated groan as he snapped his head up at you—pupils blown wide, completely dazed out as he panted hard.
His eyes tracked your every move like he couldn’t believe this shit. You really walked away from him. Fuck.
You turned your back to him, hips swaying with a deadly rhythm. You knew his eyes were locked on you.
You ran a hand through your hair, then glanced back over your shoulder—just enough to catch him watching. And you winked—causing him to let out a scoff in disbelief.
Crossing the room, you approached the silver pole in the center of the mini stage. You turned, leaned your back against the cool metal, arching into it with feline grace.
It was cold against your skin but you didn’t flinch. This was your moment.
You threw your head back, exposing the curve of your neck as your chest rose and fell with every breath you took. One hand slide up to your throat, letting out a moan as you squeeze it gently—
Then gliding both hands over your breast, looking at him as you give a soft, purposeful squeeze before trailing them down the sides of your waist with fluid motion.
Across the room, Yunho shifted in his seat—feeling like his clothes were getting tight, air was thinning—he felt like he was suffocating.
He grabbed his drink and brought it to his lips, fucking taking a gulp trying to control himself. His eyes never left you—they were locked on you.
Dark. Frustrated. Barely blinking.
You smiled to yourself, remaining quiet.
Your fingers slid down the hem of your top, dragging the fabric upward—slow and teasing—peeling it off inch by inch until you finally lifted it over your head in a fluid motion, dangling in your hand until you dropped it beside you.
The soft lace of your bra hugged your skin perfectly. The swell of your breast showing the rising and falling with each breath.
You let him absorb every inch of you.
You then do a 180 twirl on the pole and face the mirror. Your vision adjusts on his eyes as you smirk—slowly, you bent forward, hands trailing down the back of your thighs.
They glide over the curves of your calves as your ass arches up high in the air. You stood up with a sensual roll of your hips. Then—
Your thumbs slipped into the waistbands of your shorts—dangerously dragging them down.
Just slow enough to feel every inch of the fabric as it slid over your hips, down your thighs, past your knees… until they pooled around your feet in a soft heap.
You stepped out of them, now standing in nothing but a delicate lace bra and matching thong.
You felt him. There was no need to look at him.
The way the air had thickened—the way his breathing faltered behind you.
He was dying in that seat.
And you weren’t done yet. Nope.
You turned your head—just slightly. Just enough to glance over your shoulder.
The corner of your mouth lifted into the softest, cruelest smile when you saw the sight of him—
Jaw clenched. Eyes dark. Chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Completely wrecked.
Then you moved again—slow, dangerous, with a rhythm, turning around to face him.
Just then, you let your fingers trail down your stomach, throwing your head back as you bite your lower lip.
You lower and hover right at the thought of something completely unholy—
The music stopped.
Room fell into silence as you lifted your head and looked at him.
No one spoke.
Until you did, giving him a smile, “We are finished here.” You say softly as you walk to the robe hanging on the wall.
He didn’t move at first. Just sat there—shirt half unbuttoned, chest rising and falling like he’d been holding his breath during the whole performance.
Then his chair scraped back slightly as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, voice low and raw. “What the hell just happened?”
He wasn’t angry—just wrecked.
You turned your head to him, tying your robe, “A performance.” You said smoothly, walking up to him. “Did you enjoy it, Mr. Jeong?”
He remained silent and broken—wrecked, disbelief. He sat there fuming and aching, wondering where the fuck did time go.
You smiled, politely, and reached for his cup. “I’ll get you another one, sir.” You offered as you headed towards the minibar.
It was a habit. You did it for Jae. You did it for clients. Nothing more.
Yunho stood up and adjusted the buttons on his shirt, shaking his head as he let out a broken chuckle—he didn’t know if to laugh or curse. He turned his head to you and watched as you made his drink, ice clinking softly as you poured.
“How do you…” His voice was rough and low, “turn it off so quickly?”
You see glass down on the counter, feeling your hands shake as you try to calm down your rushing heartbeat. “What do you mean, Mr. Jeong?” You asked him, tilting your head in confusion.
There was a pause as he looked at you. He reached for his drink without looking at it—still trying to piece together what just happened.
He gives a small smile, slightly shaking his head. “Nothing. Doesn’t matter.”
But there was something that flickered behind his eyes—something you couldn’t pinpoint.
You slowly gave him a polite smile, stepping back. “I’m just doing my job, Mr. Jeong.”
But his eyes were still on you—quiet, unreadable.
“You know,” he said, taking a sip of his drink, “you can call me Yunho.”
You maintained a professional smile. “Of course, Mr. Jeong.” You said it softly—sweetly even.
But it hit Yunho harder than a slap.
“I hope you have a good night.” You tell him as you walk around him, getting ready to leave the room as your heels click on the floor.
But then—
Thud
You froze mid-step.
The sound cracked through the room—loud and final. He had the final power move.
Your heart jumped, slamming against your ribcage. You tell yourself to not turn around but—slowly, you did, internally cursing at yourself.
Two thick stacks of money sat on the bar’s counter. Tossed like they meant nothing, but to you it meant everything. Your eyes lifted to him.
He hadn’t moved. He stayed watching you.
“I know why you’re here.” His voice was low. “That night outside of the club—I saw you and Jae.”
Your breath caught as you slightly stepped back, eyes widening. “I saw you handing him all of your money.” He said as takes one step towards you.
You looked at the floor frantically—breathing a little bit heavier. You felt embarrassed right now, humiliated. Your eyes shot to him, “That doesn’t concern you.” You said in a cold tone.
He ignores your tone and steps closer to you. “You’re right, you’re right...” He shrugs and stops as he looks into your eyes. “But no one deserves to be treated like that.”
You didn’t look away.
Just stood there in silence. Letting his words wash over you. His words come back, getting you out of your thoughts, “This is what you’re going to do,”
He reaches for one of the stacks and slides it across the counter towards you, “You’ll give this one to Jae.” He pauses and then he picks up the other stack and hands it to you, “And this one—you keep. Spend it however you want.”
You stare at the money, feeling your pulse ring in your ears. “I can’t.” Your voice barely above a whisper.
“You can.” Yunho said with his tone unwavering—expression unreadable.
You shook your head, “No.” You said taking a step back, “I don’t want it.” Your breath was shallow as you turned around, feeling the room spin.
Your heart was racing, palms were sweaty. You placed your hand on your heart as you closed your eyes, trying to calm down the spinning in your head. You didn’t notice how fast you were breathing until Yunho stepped in front of you.
“Hey, hey.” He said softly as he took your hands, gently to ground you. “It’s okay.”
Your eyes shoot to him. “You don’t understand.” You tell him as you swallow to moisten your dry throat, “Jae will find out. You don’t know the things he will do once he does. He watches everything—He’ll know. He’ll know I’m hiding money—“
“He won’t find out.” He cuts you off gently. He held your gaze as he cups your face, “This stays between you and me. Okay?”
You didn’t speak.
You just nodded. Small.
“Okay.” He said in a whisper as he gave you a small smile.
You didn’t notice it but this was the first crack in your mask—your first moment of trust in him.
Then, without another word, Yunho lets go of your face and takes a step back, keeping that small smile before heading out the room.
There was no glance over his shoulder—just straight out the room.
You stood there for a moment.
Frozen.
“What the fuck just happened?” You whispered to yourself. Your breathing calmed, everything steadied. How did he do that so easily?
When you finally were able to move, your body moved on autopilot. You reached for the door, pulling it open—cool air from the club spilled in, brushing your exposed skin. Your eyes searched for him—why? You don’t fucking know why.
But when you did—
Across the club, already halfway to another private room. Two girls happily pull him inside as he gives them a smirk, one of them stopping to whisper into his ear as he wraps his arm around her waist for support.
But then—
He looks back at you. A quick tilt of his head, barely noticeable.
Your stomach drops. You weren’t sure what that look meant, but you can’t deny what you felt from it.
Soon enough he disappears as the door closes. You stood there, still gripping the knob of the door. Slowly you stepped back into the room and shut the door, turning to leaning on it.
Your eyes then dropped to the money on the counter. Your jaw tightened. You didn’t move. Just stared at it. You didn’t want anything from him but—
You sighed as you pushed yourself off the door. As you approached the money, your hand hesitatingly grabbed them.
You hated yourself for a second.
But this was the only choice you had.
—
It was a new night.
The lights were blinding, bass pulsed through your body, crowd was loud—
One thing that stood out from everything was how you felt before you saw him. The way everything faded the moment your eyes locked on him.
Yunho.
In the VIP section again. Legs spread out, shoulders relaxed, one hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily cradling a drink he hadn’t touched.
Watching you on stage.
Your body moved on muscle memory. You knew this set like the back of your hands—hands know where to go, how your hips should sway.
But tonight, everything felt… different.
Something along the lines of intimate.
Your eyes flickered in his direction when they were suppose to stay closed, hips rolling a second longer, fingers sliding across your skin a little too slow—
Hey, what are you doing?
Stop it.
You know better. You know better than to give him a show.
But you did.
Somehow, you always did.
He could feel every thought passing through your head, every skip in your breath—it’s like he can read you.
And then— he smiled.
The faintest pull on his lips. Like he owned the way your body shifted in movements.
Your breath hitched, turning your eyes back to the crowd as you ached your back against the pole. Fuck. Get your shit together. You think to yourself as you collect yourself.
The music pounded as bills flew off of hands—loud cheers but you didn’t register it.
Because one name cuts through your mind like a knife; Jae.
Your chest tightened. Suddenly the air didn’t feel electric—it felt dangerous. Your movements snapped back to routine.
You finished the set.
But as you slid off the stage and stepped behind the curtain, heart pounding and knees weak, all you could think was that he saw it. He saw the way you messed up when you looked at him. Even deep in thought as you were up there.
You just wanted to go home.
But—
You just wanted to know why the fuck you were heading towards Yunho.
What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?
You kept telling yourself to stop.
You told yourself to keep that distance.
And yet–
One step.
Two steps.
One after another. The sounds of your heels against the floor felt louder than the music.
He was still there, seated. Relaxed. Confident. Watching the next performance.
Always watching.
You hate the way your stomach flipped inside at the sight of him. You hated the way your body reacted towards him.
Why were you going to him? You don’t owe him anything. You don’t talk to him. You don’t trust him. You can’t.
You should just stop and turn around, forget this even happened.
Five more steps.
His eyes lifted and locked onto yours. Your breath stuttered. You were close now—no turning back.
Your mouth parted to say something—maybe a greet? Come up with a half assed minuscule complaint that you can just deal with on your own?
You had no clue.
But suddenly— Jae’s voice echoed in your head. “Don’t get any fucking ideas.”
And for once, you agreed with the possessive, power-drunk asshole.
You were not going to get any ideas, even if your body betrayed you.
Your throat closed around the words you didn’t even know what you were going to say.
You clenched your jaw, swallowed the lump in your throat and just turned around.
You didn’t even look back.
Yunho leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he gnawed on his lower lip, curious as to what you were going to do as he watched you disappear behind the curtain.
—
It was later at night and the crowd had thinned out, lights were dimmed—and you were exhausted.
You saw in the farthest booth—away from the noise, away from stares, away from him. You did check your surroundings and didn’t spot him anywhere. You sat down with a sigh of relief as you counted the stack of bills resting in your lap.
On autopilot. Barely present.
Your fingers moved, but your mind was miles away. You wonder if he left already or is in a private dance with some girls—not that you care.
Just focus on you and everything will be okay.
You were halfway through rolling a band around a few bills when a shadow stopped at your table. You looked up and saw it was one of the new girls, standing in front of you with a cold bottle of water.
You tilted your head, “Oh?” You were confused as you reached out and grabbed it from your hands. “…Thank you?” You gave her a small smile.
“You’re welcome!” She said brightly with a little smile. “You… didn’t ask for one, right?”
You shook your head slowly, confused. “No. I didn’t.”
She grinned like she knew something you didn’t. “I know.” She beamed. “Someone wanted me to give it to you.”
Your heart skipped, taken aback. “Who?”
But she just winked and turned, heels clicking as she walked away without another word. Your eyes flicked to the bottle and then you saw it—
A napkin—
Folded neatly beneath the water, pressed flat under the condensation. You peeled it free with careful fingers.
For your hard work tonight. —J
Your throat tightened as your eyes slightly widened. Your head shot up as you scanned the room with too much urgency.
And you spotted him—
Outside of Jae’s office on the third floor—half in the shadow. He raised his glass to you. A silent acknowledgement.
You looked back down at the note, trying to ignore the way your heart fluttered from his gesture.
But you couldn’t ignore the fact that he saw you for you. Not as a toy or machine or dancer… but you.
And in all honesty—you didn’t mean to keep it.
Seriously, you didn’t.
It was just a napkin.
So how did it end up in your purse?
You were sitting in your vanity, fully dressed in your sweats to go home, taking off the makeup before you left. Once you were done, you reached into your purse for your keys but felt something soft, causing you to take it out with furrowed eyebrows.
It’s crumpled a little now from being cooped up in your purse. You looked around and saw that you were alone in the room then read the simple words again.
For your hard work tonight. —J
You stared at it like it had something more to say.
But it was just a note.
He treats all the girls like this, maybe even more.
But your fingers fold it gently—delicately—like something fragile. Like something worth keeping. You then tucked it back in your purse.
You reached over to turn off the light on your vanity but before you did that, you stared at your own reflection, whispering. “Get a grip.”
With that you turned it off and headed on home.
Where you reread that note on the napkin a few times before drifting to sleep—napkin on your chest.
—
You were on bar duty that night.
The bottles clinked as you restocked the top shelf, lips pursed in quiet annoyance as you felt a cramp forming in your shoulder from extending your arm too far.
You stretched your neck to the side as you rolled your shoulder backwards to quickly release the pressure. Besides the pain in your shoulder—tonight was a good night.
First things first, no heels.
Secondly, no drunk men harassing you or any of the usual chaos.
But most importantly—No Yunho.
It was just your and your space with the low hum of the steady music and peace.
But you spoke too soon.
“Hey,” One of the girls called out as she leaned over the counter, adjusting her top in the mirror behind the bar as she chewed her gum, “you got a booking.”
You blinked.
Like hell you do.
“I’m not on rotation.” You didn’t bother to look up—just kept polishing the glass in your hand.
She smirked, “Yeah, well, now you are.”
You placed the cup down, her smirk quickly dropping as you looked at her. “Who is it?” You asked.
She blinked innocently—too innocent. She shrugged, “Didn’t say.”
Bullshit.
You can see the lie in your eyes.
But just as you were going to confront her, another dancer strolled in, heels dangling from her fingers like dead weight.
She tossed them on the bar as she sat on the stool, leaned her elbows against the counter and grinned at you.
“Whoever it is, paid in cash.” She paused, looking around and then leaned in closer to you causing the other girl to lean in as well to hear her. “They also tipped enough to cover someone’s rent for two days.”
The other girl gasped as she popped her bubblegum. “What?!” She exclaimed as the other one just nodded at her words. “Bitch, you’re so lucky.”
You gave them a deadpan look.
Lucky is something you are far from.
You scoffed as you rolled your eyes, wiping down the counter. “Well, whoever it is—“ you paused as you narrowed your eyes at them, “I’m not doing it.”
The girls exchanged a look before bursting out into laughter—loud and unapologetic. “You say that like you have a choice.” The barefoot one said as she got off the stool and winked at you as she scooped up her heels.
They both walked away, not bothering to hear a response from you.
You stare at the hallway then at the bar top. Let’s just get this over with.
—
You should’ve fucking known.
There he was.
Yunho.
Sitting in the center chair like it was and for him—legs spread, arms draped over the sides, head tilted slightly like he’d already been waiting for hours, but he didn’t care. He would wait for you.
His gaze dragged up your body, slow and heavy. “Thought you weren't going to come.” His voice was low.
You raised an eyebrow, taking small steps to him, “I didn’t realize I was expected.” You replied in a neutral tone—but you could hear the tightness in it.
Yunho smiled. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
You hesitated—just a flicker—and his eyes caught it.
Why does he have to say it like that? Why does he say things like this to you? Why does it affect you so much?
You turned your back to him as you untied the robe, letting it drop to the floor. You could feel his stare on you as goosebumps arose on your skin.
You stepped into the center of the room, “Then I hope…” you paused as you finally looked at him face to face, “I don’t disappoint you.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak, just watched. There was no way to describe the emotions Yunho was going through as you looked him in the eyes.
You walked until you stood between his legs, lifting your hand up at him.
His gaze flickered to it, a brow lifting in amusement but he didn’t move.
He sat there, motionless.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to make you suffer just a little.
Was he going to accept it or not?
But then—
He reached out.
Sliding his large and warm hand into yours, fingers curling up. The contact sent heat spiraling up your arm. You gave him a soft smile—controlled and measured—gently tugging him up.
He smirked as he rose up, letting you lead him. His gaze never left yours as you guided him to the center of the room.
The look behind his eyes—it was something unreadable. It burned slowly, deep, and dangerous. You don’t know why his eyes felt different, compared to Jae. Compared to the many men you have met.
When you reached the spot, you stopped. His chest is a few inches from yours. Your hands slide up his suit jacket, over his firm chest. You then slide them down—until they paused just above his belt.
You look up at him, eyes twinkling. Your arms reach over his shoulders as you hover over his mouth, “I want you to get on your knees.” You whispered. “Mr. Jeong.”
A beat of silence.
You waited for rejection. For the challenge. For the smirk that always meant game over.
But what came instead—
Was surrender.
A slow shake of his head, that smile curling at the edges almost as if saying you have no idea what you’re doing.
Then—
He stepped back twice, still looking at you, and he dropped to his knees. You smiled down at him as you took out pretty pink handcuffs from your back pocket as it dangled on your finger, “Hands behind your back.” You lightly teased.
He didn’t hesitate or asked why. His hands slid behind him, interlacing at the small of his back as you began to slowly circle.
Your fingers traced across his broad shoulders—light, deliberate—like you were trying to memorize him through touch alone.
He stayed still. Relaxed.
Waiting.
You crouched behind him, your body close but not touching—hovering. Your lips close enough behind his neck as your breath fanned on it.
One hand reaches forward, slipping around the front of his neck, finger played across his throat. The other slid up to jaw, gripping just enough to make his lips part.
In the mirror across the room, you saw his reflection—on his knees, chest slightly heaving as he waited desperately for your next move while you were in control of this moment.
You leaned in, your breath a whisper against the shell of his ear. “Why are you so quiet, Mr. Jeong?”
He didn’t answer.
But the shiver that ran down his spine told you everything.
You smiled and pressed your thumb under his jaw, gently tilting his head back. “Always looking at me with loud eyes,” you murmured, “yet your mouth has gone quiet.”
You scoffed a quiet smirk against his cheek. You then reached down and with a soft click, you fastened the cuffs around his wrists.
“Or is this what shuts you up?” Your voice dropped to something darker—dangerous. “A woman touching you like this? Someone who you can’t control?”
And for a second—just a second, he didn’t breathe.
Then he chuckled.
Low and deep.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N,” he said, voice sounding strained but steady. “You think me being quiet means surrender.” His gaze lifted to the mirror, looking into your eyes, “But it doesn’t.”
His lips parted in a slow, wicked smirk. “It just means that I’m watching you.”
You could feel your heart drop.
You let out a silent chuckle.
You then stand up and circle back around to face him. You then raised your foot to his chest and pushed him back, his breath hitching at the impact to the floor.
“Still watching?” You asked him as you tilted your head to the side, smirking.
His eyes just went feral.
He couldn’t speak—you left him speechless.
You, too, couldn't believe what you have done as you felt your hand tremble slightly—
What the hell just came over you?
You dragged your foot off his chest and stepped over him. You sat down and straddled him—knees sinking to the cold floor on either side of him.
You lowered your hips just enough to brush his thighs—hard and straining with tension. You instantly felt his body tense under yours as he bit his lower lip—trying to keep his composure.
You started to roll your hips, slow and sensual. This wasn’t for pleasure—this was for control. You wanted to watch him fall apart.
But your mind was screaming at you. You better stop before things get worse. His back arched at the touch of you as he inhaled and exhaled sharply, trying to not break.
So you leaned in, grabbing his face gently to face you. “You think I mistake your silence for surrender?” Your voice was dangerously low. “You think that being quiet means power?”
You rolled your hips—slow and deep, letting out a small laugh as he twitched under you. “It just means you’re trying not to beg.”
Your hands slid up his chest, planting them there as your body rolled with a precision that was lethal. “Quiet men are always the loudest when they come apart.”
You dragged out every movement like punishment, “Let’s see how long you last.”
And just like that—
His groan cracked in the air, thick and broken as he threw his head back. “Fuck.” He whispered as his chest heaved, eyes shut tightly, body tensing.
Fuck, indeed.
The way he looked under you looked so ravishing that you barely caught the moan that slipped out your mouth.
Shit. You swallowed down the rest that wanted to come out down and leaned in, your lips brushing his throat. “You look better like this.” Your voice murmured like velvet. “On your knees. In cuffs. Beneath me.”
“Much better than the other night.”
You felt it when the words hit him.
He knows exactly what night you’re talking about. The night he left you in that confused state with his kind act, where he looked back at you and nodded as he was being dragged into the room by the two girls.
The night you told yourself you didn’t give a fuck.
“What a shame,” You kissed the corner of his lips, then whispered in his ear. “You don’t look nearly as desperate as them.”
Fuck, the way his body reacted.
A low grunt caught in his throat as he tilted his head up slightly to look at you—he felt like he heard something he wasn’t supposed to.
Was this… jealousy?
But you masked it with a smirk, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. You reached into your bra and pulled out a key—dangling it off one finger.
“Someone should help you finish.” Your voice was laced with a playful tone but your jaw was a little too tense. You hovered over his lips, “I’m sure one of your girls would be happy to.”
You then flicked the key off to the side and got off of him, heading to the door. He sits up slowly and glares at your figure, eyebrows furrowed—you struck a nerve. “Y/N, wait—“ he paused as he panted.
His eyes were burning with anger.
He doesn’t fucking want them.
He wants you.
Just before your fingers touched the handle, you paused. You turned around with a half smirk, “Thank you,” you said, “for your hard work… Mr. J.”
You didn’t wait for a reaction.
You walked out the door not bothering to look back at him. You didn’t slam the door, didn’t storm out—just remained calmed.
Your eyes spotted one of his girls leaned against the wall—looking at the crowd. When she spotted you, she stood up straight, “He is waiting for you. Go.” You didn’t say it rudely, you said it like a command.
She blinked in surprise. “O-Oh. Okay.” She nodded as slipped past you, her heels clicking on the floor as she made her way to the room.
And as she opened the door—
There he was under dimly red lights in the room, still kneeling—still cuffed. Glaring at you through the mirror. He felt wrecked, pissed—betrayed.
You didn’t flinch. You turned and walked away, “Maybe now he’ll leave me alone.”
But you didn’t even believe those words. Not one bit.
—
Tonight, you were on bar duty again and you made damn sure it was going to stay like that. You checked the board twice—three times—just in case someone wanted to change things around.
Tonight was actually a slow night—Thank god. You were mixing some liquor and syrup sweetener in the cocktail shaker, lost in thought.
You grabbed two cups and placed ice cubes in each and popped open the top of the shaker, pouring the drinks in. You then placed them on the side counter for the girls to pick them up and at the same time—
A ticket came in.
You sighed as you looked over the order. You placed the ticket down and turned to the wall of bottles, grabbing one of them to turn around—
Only to nearly scream.
Yunho.
Sitting on the other side of the bar like he’d always been there. Legs spread as his elbows rested on the counter, watching you with a smirk.
Like nothing had happened.
As if you didn't cuff him and humiliate him with another girl walking in on him like that the other night.
Your breath caught, a soft yelp slipping out. You straightened fast, placing a hand over your chest as you slammed the bottle onto the counter—harder than you meant to.
“Jesus—” You hissed out. “What are you doing? You can’t just sneak up on people like that.” You tell him as you get back to work.
He waited a moment.
Just tilted his head a bit and smiled at you. “Why?” He asked.
“Did she take the cuffs off too soon?” He teased in a low voice.
Your body stilled.
Glass in hand as your lips parted but nothing came out. Your grip on the bottle tightened—but you kept your face expressionless.
You then looked him dead in the eye and just dropped everything you were doing and walked away. You headed to the storage room, telling yourself to grab some random bottles to “stock up” but really, it’s just to get away from him.
You opened the door and walked to the wall of bottles, you went for the highest shelf but couldn’t reach it. Soon the air shifted as you saw his hand reaching out and grabbing it for you.
You turned around, fast, and stumbled back a bit, not realizing he was very close to you. He hands you the bottle and tilts his head, “Why do you keep walking away from me?”
You tilted your head to the side and gave him a deadpan look, “If it was obvious, I’m working.” You gestured to the bottles behind you and in your hand.
He steps a little closer. “So was I.” His voice was low, “But you know that’s not what I meant.”
Your breath caught at your throat.
You just shook your head, “I’m not doing this.” You said in a whisper as you left the room but he was hot on your steps.
“You keep walking away, but I know you don’t want to.” He tells you as you two walk down the private hallway. “I know you feel what I feel too.”
You stopped in your steps and sigh, turning around to face him. “What makes you think that you know what I want?” You got closer to him, “What I feel?”
He got serious as he closed the gap between you two. “Because I know how you sound when you do.” He lifts a hand and cups your face, “The way you react when we touch.”
Your knees nearly buckled.
You closed your eyes at the warmth of his hands, letting out a soft sigh. No, no, no—
This can’t be happening.
You removed his hand and backed up.
There was a silent moment.
Your eyes snapped at him. “What do you want from me, Yunho?” Your voice was a whisper, feeling like it nearly trembled.
“You look at me in a way I can’t explain.” You said. “You show up one moment and the next you’re gone. You do things to me and it makes me feel like something is there.” You gestured between the both of you.
You shake your head. “No matter how much I tell myself what we have is just transactional—just a fantasy… I almost start to believe the feeling. Which is the worst part.”
You don’t know why you’re getting teary. You bring the back of your hand to your mouth as you clear your throat, feeling like you’re going to collapse. “I don’t know you and you don’t know me yet why am I getting like this?”
You let out a scoff as you shake your head. You really can’t believe you are actually confessing to him.
“But then you know what you do? You run back to your girls. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.” You spat at him. “Like none of this matters.”
He flexed his jaw. “Is that what you think?” His voice was quiet—dangerously low. “You think none of this matters to me? You think this is about them?”
You let out a disbelief laugh, “Are you serious?” You asked him, sarcastically. “No, really, are you being serious? Because I don’t think I have ever met anyone so stupid before.”
“You say these things to me, you are always asking for me—you think— you think I don’t know you were asking for my name that same night?” You dropped the bomb on him causing his eyes to widen.
“You give me money for myself. You call Jae out on his bullshit whenever I’m around, trying to subliminally talk to me—trying to reassure me that you see me for me.”
“Let me explain myself—“
“Explain what? How you tell me things to make me believe that you are different from others and then turn around fuck whomever you want leading me to think you actually are the same as everyone else—?”
“That’s not what it is—“
“Then what is it?” Your breath hitched, chest rising with everything you were trying to bury. “Am I just a game to you? A power trip?” You asked him.
“No—“
“You don’t want me, Yunho. You just want control.”
His eyes flickered between yours, brow twitching.
But you weren’t done.
“You want me quiet. Obedient. All yours—just like Jae.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why?” You asked sarcastically. “Because judging from where I’m standing, you’re just like him.”
And that landed like a slap to the face.
“Don’t ever compare me to that piece of shit.” His voice was low but filled with rage.
He was fucking hurt.
You froze, swallowing that lump in your throat. “Then why are you working with him?” You said. “If you hate him so much—if you’re not like him—then what the fuck does that make you?”
He just looked down, shaking his head in disbelief.
Your voice cracked. “You knew what he was. You knew exactly who he is—“ You slightly raised your voice, “And yet, you still chose to sit next to him. Become partners. Protect him. So let me ask you—“
You glared at him. “If you’re not like him… Why are you helping him keep me in a cage?”
Now, it was his turn to talk.
He steps closer, his dark eyes locked on you. “You want to know why I partnered up with him?” His voice was laced with something darker.
“Because someone like him is better as a partner instead of an enemy.”
Honest. Brutal.
But he wasn’t finished.
“Don’t get things twisted with me. You handed him the keys to the cage.” Your stomach flipped. “You let him break you. Piece by fucking piece—until there was nothing left but obedience.”
You looked to the side, not being able to stare at him anymore as tears were stinging your eyes. But he kept going. “You blindly gave yourself away… and stayed.”
“And those girls?” He let out a bitter scoff, eyes burning into yours. “I never once fucked them. They were all background noise. Distractions. Faces I don’t remember. Touches that meant absolutely nothing.” His voice cracked—just slightly.
“Empty. Fucking empty. They didn’t mean shit to me.” He tells you as he looks between your eyes.
You felt angry tears streaming down your face as you glared at him. “And what you saw was an act for the cameras.” He says. “To make Jae believe the girls are doing their part. I would never, ever make you think otherwise of my words. I would never disrespect you like that. Because what I feel for you is real.”
“So,” he said, “don’t you compare me to that man that you chose.”
Silence.
You looked back at him with tears streaming down your face. Behind that fury in his face—regret already forming but it was too late.
You cleared your throat, feeling like your voice was going to tremble when you spoke.
“I really—ahem—“ your voice did crack, you sniffed as you stared into his eyes. “I really thought you were different.”
His expression cracked—barely—but enough. His harsh words are repeating in your head. “But, I guess I was blind. Once again.”
You sniffed once more, biting your lower lip. “Fuck you, Yunho.”
You quickly run out the hallway and through the back of the club, pushing open the exit door as the air of the night hits your face.
You placed your hand out to the wall for support as you walked towards the edge of the club—feeling like you’re going to just fall. You then leaned against the wall, placing your hand over your mouth and just broke down.
Quiet sobs that shook your shoulders as your other hand clutched your ribs like you could hold yourself together as you slid down the wall.
Inside—
Yunho just stood there.
Replying the way you ran away from him—your words still sting him.
Just then—
“Yunho~” One of his girls cooed when the both of them turned into the hallway. “There you are. Are you coming to the VIP section?” She asked as she grabbed his arm.
The other girl caressed his arm, giggling. “Yeah, we miss you.”
Yunho was just zoned out, looking at the floor. He then shakes the girls off and walks between them—they stumbled slightly back. “Leave me alone.” His jaw clenched.
They gasped and blinked in confusion as they watched him walk away. But just before they could say anything—
He turned the corner.
He just walked up to the office and slammed the door shut, shoving everything off the desk as everything hits the floor. He stands over it with his chest heaving as he looked at the empty table.
He slams his fist on it and then leans on it, feeling like he, too was about to break down.
hey!! remember me? i had commissioned for a mr plankton rewrite with san as the main lead. have you started it yet? if you haven’t, i understand because you have a few fics in the making, and MUCH better things to do. but after reading “Without you”, i was so like.. emotional?? and flabbergasted at your writing skills, so i thought you would be able to capture the emotion and details of mr plankton. i’m so sorry to bother you and i hope this doesnt come off as rude!
Hey, my petal 🤍! First and foremost, not at all a bother nor rude whatsoever :). Trust me, I know the feeling!
I’m so sorry I haven’t posted much in a while! I have been dealing with work, school, preparing to move apt, and overall been in a weird funk with some of my writing skills that I work on it and then stop, work on it and then stop.
But I have a rough draft in the works for the Mr. Plankton story. I have two fanfics I will release first (Yunho and Yeosang) and then Mr. Plankton.
Thank you so much for loving the story/stories, this gave me a nice motivation to keep working hard on my future works. And I appreciate you staying and waiting for me. Stay tuned! I promise I won’t forget 🤍
hiii was just wondering, if you have watched mr plankton, the kdrama, could you write one but with choi san as the main lead? its a long kdrama, with a crazy plot. so i understand if you arent able to. thanks!
Hi! I’m so sorry for reading this late! I would absolutely love to. I know I’m only on ep 2 rn but once I’m done, I’ll go ahead and do a similar plot! Thank you for the submission! 🩷
Synopsis: Life without you was empty. Life after I left was unbearable. But now that I'm back, I will never let us go through that again.
WARNINGS: Please read "I'll be back" first to understand bc this is in San's point of view, fluff, suggestive, San is an assassin, fights, blood, cuts, death, gory-ish, angst(MY FAV), stabbing, guns, argument between Y/N and San, son is used as a term of endearment, "baby" is used for Y/N, I know I am missing, just lmk :)
Word Count: 15K Started: Dec 2, 2024 Finished: Feb 9, 2025
Blossom's Note: Happy New Years my petals. May this year bring you love and protection. Now this story had me feeling all types of things, definitely a whirlwind of emotions. Shoutout to the Anonymous Petal who gave me this idea. Title was inspired by Infinite H's Without U ft Zion T (Chef's kiss song) I truly hope it lives up to your standards. Now without further ado, grab a drink and popcorn and enjoy!
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FIRST ENCOUNTER
"Understood." San says into the burner flip phone, nodding his head once. "Yes, sir. I'll get it done." And with that he presses the hang up button and breaks it in half as he starts walking, throwing the broken phone away in a nearby trash can.
He shoved his hands in the coat’s pockets as he takes precise, steady movements trailing behind his target. He squints his eyes at the sudden gush of wind, letting out a sigh. He repeats in his head no distractions like a mantra, just wanting to finish this and go home.
He sticks within the shadows he finds in the broad day light, such as building’s walls, when his target makes sudden stops along the way. It’s almost as if San is able to bled in with the bustling crowd—easy to slip and slide, getting closer to the target.
Within his coat was a deadly syringe filled with a lethal chemical, all ready to use as he plays the game of patience—waiting for the perfect opening. San moves closer, taking out a pair of black leather gloves and hastily puts them on. Just as the distance gets shorter and shorter he reaches into his coat and suddenly—
BAM!
Everyone in the crowd jolts from the sudden noise of construction. San follows the noise with his eyes as he turns to the side, seeing a construction worker using a jack hammer to break up concrete. He shakes his head and sighs in frustration, returning to his target—but just when he was about to look away, he spots you.
“Oh my god.” He whispered in disbelief, eyes slightly widening. It’s all like a movie right now—time fucking stopped when he spotted you across the street, walking in slow motion as you ran a hand through your hair while the wind blew.
You had to be one of the most beautiful woman San has ever seen. He couldn’t even control his body as he took steps forward as if in a trance while people moved around him—not caring if he was being shoved by some. San was mesmerized by your beauty. The way your presence commanded space, as the buzzing crowd moves around you.
Everything just seems to fade away—people and noise—and it felt like he had the perfect view of you. If his eyes were able to form those cartoon heart eyes, they would be in that shape right now. How can he describe this foreign feeling? Is this what they call love at first sight?
Soon enough, San was able to snap out of his day dreaming when a passing car honked at him causing him to jump back. He gasped in shock, “Shit!” He said looking at the car with widen eyes, chest heaving. Reality hits him as he looks to the side and watched his target move further away, and then he looks at you, also getting further away. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself as he walks to the direction of his target.
So much for distractions, right?
San sucked the front of his teeth as he shook his head, rushing to his target. He’ll come back to you. As he finally catches up, he realizes that the way everything was set up for perfect for San. The streets were alive with the random street vendors, crowd moving in different directions, people chattering and shouting that mixed with the traffic noise—all that’s needed to making this a smooth kill.
He watched as the target froze in his steps right in the center of the bustling crowd as he yelled into the phone causing some dirty looks at him for both blocking the pathway and screaming so loud as they moved around him.
San reached into his coat and popped the cover off the needle and took it out as he slithered through the crowd like a snake. He kept his head low, only looking up when he heard the roaring of the man’s loud voice. “No– Shut up, shut up!” The man argued with the person on the phone, “You listen to me–“
And in one swift motion, San had brushed past him with his hand barely grazing the man’s neck. “Hey,” he calls to San who froze in his steps and turned to him, “watch where you’re going.” He scoffs at him and then returns to the person on the phone. San smirked at him and turns away from, leaving before the madness.
And just in a matter of seconds, the man suddenly shot his hand to his neck, gripping it as he stumbles back a bit—his vision started to get disoriented as panic and confused surged through the man’s body. He couldn’t feel his limbs causing for him to drop his phone and then his body. Foam started forming at his mouth as he lied there with his eyes open.
A woman’s terrified scream can be heard causing people to look at the direction of the scream. “Someone call an ambulance!” A bystander said as people gathered around the body. People covered their eyes and mouth’s in shock of the sight.
San looked over his shoulder as he watched the circle of people. He throws away the syringe in a trash can and takes off his gloves, securing them in his coat as he picks up the pace. Now he can focus on you.
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Returning back to the scene of when he first saw you, he wasted no time in trying to search for you. To say he looked like a mad man would be an understatement. He went into every single store in the proximity in hopes that you were there but you were nowhere to be found.
He lets out a groan of frustration when he leaves a little book store. He sighs in disappointment as he tucked his hands in his coat, a pout forming on his lips. But then, by a fucking miracle, he sees you coming out of a store with a huge smile on your face as you examine the things you bought in the bag that clings on your arm.
He swears he can see stars at the sight. In that moment he decides to just follow you. He tells himself that he going to be quiet and keep his distance—but as someone who is trained to be silent, quick minded, and able to kill people, even with the most ruthless methods— he was anything but the sort. He doesn’t know how but you had him so nervous and clumsy and he doesn’t even know who you are.
The first time you looked over your shoulder, just to glance back at some of mannequins that were dressed in pretty shirts, San had frozen in steps and cleared his throat as he adjusted his coat. He looked out into the distance as he sniffed, making it seem as if he totally wasn’t following you.
He slowly peaks to the side as he sees you continuing on your path to which he followed. But the second time you had stop to turn around San was thrown off guard which caused him to trip over his own feet, catching himself before his face eats the floor. He played it off while doing this horrible, awkward hop dance to play it off but—hold on, he could’ve sworn he saw you chuckling as you faced forward to keep walking.
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It had gotten to the point where you already knew you were being followed by him so you just froze in your steps and turned around, crossing your arms as you pushed your hip to the side. He gasped as he rushed to hide behind a light post, unconsciously wrapping his arms around it.
He is mentally face palming himself right now as he stares at the large lake in front of him, wishing he could drown in it right now. When he peaks, he sees you staring at him as you raised an eyebrow at him to which he sighed because he was caught red handed. Great, I look like a stalker when in reality I was just scared to approach her.
He removes himself as he tried to find enough courage while approaching you. His heart was beating so hard against his chest, his palms were all sweaty as he wiped his hands on his pants. “Hey–Uh–I–“
He fumbled with his words as he saw how gorgeous you were up close. His eyes slightly widen as you tilted your head in confusion with a raised eyebrow, “May I help you?” You asked with curiosity and amusement in your tone.
He blinked, all flustered as he cleared his throat. “You like to–uh,” he scratched the back of his head. “I–I just think that you’re pretty.” He rushed out the last few words. Wow, real fucking smooth you idiot, he thought to himself.
You kept the eyebrow raised as you wondered if you should laugh or start backing the fuck away from this man, which made San internally panic at your silence. Soon a smirk starts to form on your lips as you eyed him up and down, “Oh,” your tone was filled with amusement, “I know you.”
His heart skips a beat, “What?” He said in a shock, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes widened.
You kept that smirk on your lips as tilted your head slightly to the side. “Yeah, you’re that guy who almost got run over from the car earlier? Or when you tripped over your feet and did that dance?” Your eyes carried mischief in them. “So far you hiding behind the light post as if your shoulders weren’t going to give you away has been my favorite.”
San turned red, completely flushed in a deep red of embarrassment. She saw all of that? Trying to save himself, he inhaled and turned to the side trying to look mysterious, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He squeaks out causing you to laugh at his reaction.
Seeing how he won’t win this, he let out a defeated sigh. “Okay,” he closed his eyes as he threw his head back in embarrassment, “Yes, unfortunately that was me.” He looks down to the floor, unable to look at your face. “I’m not as smooth as I thought I was.” A small pour forms on his lips.
You just laughed at his reaction, the smile reaching up to your eyes. You eyed him up and down once more before extending your hand out, “I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself.
His head shoots up at the introduction. He looks between your hand and face, that still held a smile. Shake it, idiot. “Oh,” he says taking your hand and shaking it. “I’m San. Choi San.” He scratched the back of head, “I promise I’m not normally like this.” He lets out sheepish smile and chuckle.
You nodded. “I figured.” You said with a playful tone.
There was a moment of silence before you cleared your throat, removing your hand from his grasp as you crossed your arms, “So,” you started off, “Is there a reason why you followed me or do I have call the cops?”
San jumped in his spot, “No!” He blurted out as he puts his hands up, feeling his heart racing. “I mean–no, please.” He lets out a nervous laugh. He then takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, “It’s just that–Well, when I saw you I just thought that you were beautiful and I couldn’t find you so I tried looking for you and I was scared to approach you so I just followed–“
He cuts off his own rambling thinking he sounds like an absolute stalker, but to his surprise you had an amuse look on your face. He cleared his throat, speaking clear, “I wanted to ask you out on a date.” He said boldly before falling back into his nervous, stammering self, “Only if–if you wanted to. If you were interested.”
A playful glint was in your eyes before you nodded your head. “Sure,” you said, “I’ll go on a date with you.”
Maybe he misheard, “What? Wait, really?” He asked and you nodded at him with a smile. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” You laughed at him. You kept a mischievous smile on your face, before crossing your arms. “Just so you know, I expect a good dinner. I do have expensive taste—You think you can keep up with that?” You asked him playfully as you reached to your back pocket and unlocked it so, handing it to him.
He smirks as he nodded. “I’ll keep up with whatever you throw at me.” He grabs your phone and inputs his number, writing San on the contact name. “Okay, there you go.” He hands the phone back to you.
You sent him a text and he got it immediately. “There, now you have mine.” You tell him. And with that, you two exchanged your goodbyes. He watched as you started to walk away but stopped at a distance turning to him, “Also, no tripping to the floor or getting run over by cars on the date.” You yelled at him, teasing him as you waved goodbye before walking away.
He chuckles, looking down feeling a bit flushed of redness on his cheeks. He swears he is high on life right now as he walks through the park—it’s as if nothing can ruin this moment. Suddenly, his personal phone starts ringing and too much in a euphoric feeling, he didn’t even bother looking at who was calling him as picked up in a dazed out tone, “Yes~?”
“San!” The rough voice yelled sternly. “It has been hours. You have yet to call. Did you complete the task or no?” It was his boss, Lee.
In a snap, he stands up straight wiping that goofy smile off his face as reality hits him. Oh shit, he thinks to himself. “Yes sir. The task is completed.” He cleared his throat, “I’ll report when I arrive.”
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The first date was something that was huge for San. First and foremost, it was his first date, ever. He wanted everything to be perfect for you so he did some "research" by watching romantic movies and searching up date ideas. He felt so overwhelmed at the amount of ideas so he just decided to go with what his heart said.
He wanted a picnic at the very same park where he asked you out. He didn't want to go to the movies or do anything too crazy because he just wanted to get to know you, from what your favorite color was to what your ambitions are for life. He even cooked all the food, yes some parts were burnt but you told him it was the best part—it was extra flavor.
You smiled at the way he eased his shoulders. When he looked to the side, you gulped a good amount of water, trying to get rid of the taste. Honestly, you aren't fan of burnt food but today you will inhale anything that is burnt. You would eat a whole burnt piece of meat to prove how much you appreciate the time and dedication San took to make this date comfortable and wonderful.
You have never had anyone do the things San has done for you in just a span of a few hours. Something about him captivated you and honestly you feel lucky to have met him. Since that day on, you two were inseparable. Throughout the following weeks the feels for one another grew and grew and it was only a matter of time before San would ask you out.
Tonight was movie night—San’s favorite night. It always ended up with the most cringe worthy movies with you lying on top of him as he runs his fingers through your hair—which is exactly what’s happening. But instead of him watching the movie, he’s watching you. He chuckles over your reactions when you laugh at something stupid or when you face palm at the second hand embarrassment.
He stares at you with eyes of memorization. He has fallen so deeply for you. He can’t believe he got so lucky to experience such a rare emotion—love—in his life. He didn’t know someone could bring it out of him, but he was more than happy that it was you.
Which is all the reason why he has decided to quit and leave this horrid life he has known since little and start anew. For you and for him—for this future he desperately wants to have with you. And tonight, he was going to get out no matter what.
“You know you don’t have to go.” Your soft voice that had a hint of playfulness in it rang in his ears as you looked up at him and placed your chin on his chest to look up at him. “It’s late,” you smiled mischievously as you moved up, closing the distance, hovering over his lips, “might as well stay the night.”
The ending credits were rolling with a slow ending song in the background that fits the mood. San groans lightly as his hand makes way to your hair, caressing it, “You know I can’t, beautiful.” He whispered to you. San has made it very clear he wants to respect you and your boundaries until you two are official. Plus, he doesn’t want anything official until he is done with his other life.
He doesn’t want to risk someone knowing about you. Plus, this is the first time he is ever experiencing this and he wants to take it slow, let things form naturally.
But you on the other, make it very difficult for him to stay sane. The way you look at him makes him come undone almost instantly, but he fights the urge. You love that he is respect of you, but shit, you just want to pounce on him sometimes—like tonight.
You sighed and got up, letting out a sigh of annoyance as you crossed your arms. “Why not?” You asked, close to stomping like a spoiled child who is getting told no.
He lets out a chuckle at your reaction as he stands up and walks up to you, putting his finger under your chin as he places a kiss on your lips. “You know why, baby.” He tells you.
You bit down your lip to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot as you look away, all annoyed but in reality you didn’t want him to see you blushing. You roll your eyes and look back at him, “Tell me,” you say, “Who is she?”
San was taken aback, furrowing his eyebrows as he tilts his head to the side, “Who’s who?” Asking you while looking at you as if you were crazy.
“Is there someone else?” You asked him and you placed your hand on your hips, trying to stop the smile that’s forming on your lips.
“What?! No!” He exclaimed with widen eyes. “You know it’s not like that, Y/N. There is no one else, I prom–“
He stops his rambling when he sees you starting to laugh. You throw your arms over his shoulders, “Sannie, I know. I’m just joking. Just trying to keep you on your toes.” You tell him through your giggles, kissing his cheeks.
He gives you a deadpan look, “You stress me out.” He tells you playfully, wrapping his arms around you. “Did you know that?” He smirks at you.
“Oh,” you tilt your head to the side smirking, “Do I?” You asked as you removed yourself from his hold, brushing past him as you sat on the sofa, letting out a sigh. “You can leave then–“
“Y/N, come on. Don’t be like that baby–“
“I’ll just be here.” You cut him off as you stare into his eyes, reaching your jacket’s zipper at the top, “all alone,” you say seductively as you watched him gulp, pulling down the zipper to reveal the exposing tight tank top underneath, “missing you.”
San stayed silent for a moment before he shook his head and looked away, covering his eyes with his hand, “Woman, my virgin eyes. We mustn’t.” He said sounding all innocent.
“Oh, please San! Virgin eyes?!” You laugh at him getting a stern like with you as you throw him pillow from your sofa.
He then looks at you and starts to walk to you, which got you all excited because you think that you finally broke this man—but no. “I know what you’re doing.” He said in a low voice, placing a hot kiss underneath your ear. “And it’s not going to work.” His lips trail to your lips as he zipped up your jacket, pecking your lips once.
You opened your eyes, panting as the realization hit you. He smirked as he stood up, “Two can play that game.” He tells you. Feeling the frustration within you build up, you went hit him with another pillow but he moved fast enough as he let out a too slow laugh.
“Choi San!” You yelled at him as you watched him walk to the door. You glared at him as he extending his arms out to the sides, waiting for a hug to which you huffed and looked away. After a few seconds, you looked back and saw him in the same position with a goofy smile on his face.
You pursed your lips as you got up, stomping with attitude in each step. You opened your arms out and looked to the side causing him to quickly pull you into his embrace. “You’re impossible you know that?” He mumbled to you.
You let out a small smile as you wrapped your arms around him and looked into his eyes, “Yeah, but you still like me, don’t you?” You say softly.
He throws his head back and lets out a sigh of satisfaction then looks back to you and smile. “More than you know.” He whispers to you and placed a sweet, long kiss on your lips. “I’ll see you soon?” He asked and you nodded.
“Yeah.” You whispered back. With one last kiss he left and you gently closed the door. You leaned your back on it as you stomped your foot feeling so frustrated at his actions.
You walked to the sofa with slumped shoulders as you dived into it, face planting into the pillow—letting out a small scream. “This man is going to be the death of me.” You say to yourself as you have flashbacks to how he kissed you.
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The elevator dinged open, revealing a dimly lit bar with low hums of conversations scattered among the place—clinking of glasses filled the air as San stepped in to the place, noting how the men all along the walls looked at him before returning their gazes. If there was one place San knew like the back of his hand, it was here. A sanctuary—a home— that oozed with danger.
San’s eyes scanned the room until it stopped on a familiar face. He watched as the older man swirled his drink before taking a sip, who in the moment spotted San. He gives a small wave and a smile, “San!” The older man chuckles at him, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked him as he approaches him. “Come, come. Sit with me.”
The older man takes a chair for him and pats it for him. He raised his forefinger to the bartender, gesturing for one cup. San felt his chest tighten as he gulped watching the bartender a cup down on the table. He watches his boss Lee, grab the cup and started to pour. “Boss,” his voice was low—a slight pause with his words, “I–,” He takes in a deep breath. “I want out.” He said firmly.
Lee froze mid-pour. “Out.” He repeated with furrowed eyebrows. He lifted his eyes to San and then back down to the drink, giving him a small laugh. He sighs out as he places the cup down, “I’ve always known this day would come. I just did not think it would be so soon.” He gives a small smile to San.
He raises his glass with a raised eyebrow prompting San to grab his, clinking glasses together. After a moment of silence Mr. Lee spoke out, “So, you want to leave.” He says, slightly sadden by the news.
San places his drink down, wiping his hands on his pants as he sits up straight. He nods his head once, “Yes, sir.”
Lee nods once, processing this. “Why the sudden change?” He tilts his head, swirling the drink in his hand, maintaining his eye contact with San.
“It’s not sudden, sir.” San begins. “First and foremost I just want to say that I am beyond grateful that you took me in and gave me the life I have. Without you, I don’t know where I would be. Truly. But, I just think… it’s time for me to move on.” San said, lowering his gaze feeling a bit nervous and worried.
Lee just stays silent, eyeing San up and down—almost as if he’s studying him. “Hmm,” he hummed at him, taking a sip before slamming his cup down. “It’s a girl, isn’t it?” He smirked at San.
San just stayed silent as he looked into his eyes. Lee’s eyes narrowed slightly, smirk growing wider as if he was amused. The man claps his hands and his laughter echoed throughout causing for his men to shift their attention to him for a second. “I knew it, I knew it~” He does a little shoulder dance as he leans in closer to taunt San. “Of course it is. Who would’ve thought your cold heart would be melted, huh? You’re in love.”
San groans in embarrassment, shoulders slumped as he facepalms. “Boss,” it comes out muffled, “please.” He pleaded with him.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” He asked him, with a teasing smile and a raised eyebrow.
San peaked through his fingers, a small pause. “Yes.” He squeaks out, trying to him his composure—trying to stop himself from swinging his legs under the table like a school girl as he blushes hard.
“Ou!” His boss shoved him as he fan girled with him. Would you believe the sight of two of the most toughest, deadliest men in the world are acting like two school girls as they gossip over San’s love life?
After a moment though, unfortunately, the seriousness climbs back in—killing all happiness in the air. “San,” his boss leans on the table and he intertwined his fingers, “You know how this works. You know you can’t just simply leave.” Of course, San knew, but for you he was willing to do anything.
He watches as Lee pours another drink for himself. “I have a job for you.” He said simply. “A job that only that you can do.”
“Anything.” San said, body all stiffened up as he paid close attention.
Lee leans slightly in, “There are men—powerful men— who have gotten away with the most vile, inhumane things. They all think that with the money, status, even influence they have, that they can hide behind it. Almost as if they are untouchable—but you, San, are going to change that.”
Internally, San is feeling his heart racing—unsure of what is to unfold in this conversation. Externally, he remains his calm demeanor, “What are you trying to tell me?”
“What I’m telling you is that if you want out, then this is what you must do. You will take all of them down—permanently.” His voice got stern. Lee leans back in his chair, “Think of it as cleansing to the world. Do this for me and you are free.”
He grabs a folder that was lying next to him, sliding it to San—it’s like as if he knew this interaction was going to happen. “Names, locations, habits, crimes—everything you need is in there.”
San grabs the folder and opens it. His heart started racing as his eyes scanned the different pages, his eyes widening. “Do you know what you’re asking me to do? This is impossible.” San looked at him as he leaned back in his chair, all in disbelief. They are politicians, CEOs—all different important figures.
“I’m asking you—No—Demanding you to do this job.” Lee said with a slight raise in his voice. But he can’t help to let out a sigh as he places a comforting hand on San’s shoulder. “San, I care about you very much, like a son, hence why I am giving you a chance out. But you are the only one who I trust with this type of job.”
Lee leans back in his chair, raising the glass to his lips. “And if you want to be with Y/N,” San’s eyes quickly shoot to him, feeling his face drain color, “then this is what you must do.” He takes a sip of his drink.
If looks could kill, Mr. Lee would’ve been dead as soon as your name came out of his mouth. Lee has never seen such a murderous look on San’s face before and, trust him, that says a lot. He laughs at his reaction, “Relax.” He tells him as he waves him off. “You know I had to make sure. She’s a good one. I can see why you want to leave all of this for her.”
San should’ve fucking known. Of course, Lee would know—he knows everything. Now San is left with this blessing and curse of approval. Lee stands up, grabbing his coat and placing it on as he signaled his men that it’s time to go. “Think it over.” He tells San as he adjusts his coat and walks past him, patting his shoulder.
Think it over? There was nothing to think over. San is a man who knows what he wants and what he wants is you. He would find the ends of the Earth just for you. San stands up, the chair rusting against the floor. “I’ll do it.” He shouts to his boss.
Lee grabs his hat off the rack and enters the elevator, his men all trailing behind him. He smirks at San, “I knew you would.” And with that the elevator door closes, leaving San to figure his next strategy as he sits back down ordering a drink.
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It was a beautiful, dark night. The stars twinkling and gleaming from afar as the moonlight casts over the city. Up in the roof San was crouched low, carefully assembling his sniper rifle piece by piece. You could say he was a bit nervous, but not from the mission—no, no—it was from your soft voice in his ear Bluetooth.
“I miss you.” Your voice ringed so sweet in his ears, it had him biting on his lower lip as he formed a smile. “When are you coming over again?” You asked, turning to lay on your stomach on the bed as you slowly kicked your legs up and down.
“I’ll come over soon baby.” He murmured in a low and steady voice. You let out a silent scream at his voice and sweet name as you covered your mouth, kicking your feet like a school girl. But in all honesty, San didn’t know when he would be going to see you—given the task at hand.
You regained your composure, clearing your throat bringing the phone closer to you. “Soon is what you said last time.” You spoke with a pout on your lips. You sat up on the bed and let out a sigh. “Are you avoiding me?” You crossed your arms.
San chuckled softly at your slight attitude, his hand tightened up the last piece of the rifle’s scope into place. His eyes flickered to the building across from him, seeing his target’s silhouette visible through the window. “Avoiding you? Why would I ever do something stupid. You’re all I think about.”
You bit down on your finger to stop yourself from squealing, feeling your heart swarm with warmness from his words. “You think about me?” You asked while playing with the ends of your hair. “When, huh?” You smirk as you bit your lip.
He smirks as he looks through the scope, his eyes following the shadow. “All day, everyday. When I wake up to when I go to sleep. Every second, every minute, every hour.” His voice sounding so sweet.
You let out a very dramatic, exaggerated sigh as you fall on your back bouncing a bit from impact. “You’re luck you’re cute. Otherwise I would be very angry right now.”
San remained the smirk on his face as he adjusted the rifle and settled into position. “Oh, so you think I’m cute?” The cold metal pressed against his cheek as he peered once more through the scope. The target was all alone in his office, all clear in the view, oblivious on what’s about to happen. “I’m flattered.” He teased at you, voice was light as he tracked his target’s movements.
“Pfft,” you let out as you playfully rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it get it your head.” You tried replying with a serious tone but he can hear the smile in your voice. “So, what are you doing right now?” You asked him.
San hesitated for a split second as he looks around. “Just… working.” He said vaguely, his tone softening as his thumb gently adjusted the scope’s zoom.
“Hmm,” you mused. “Well, don’t work too hard now. You better be taking care of yourself, okay?”
San’s smile faltered for a moment, guilt creeping in. “Don’t worry. I am.” He says. He realized he can’t do this if you’re on the phone, distracting him. "Listen, beautiful, I have to go—Boss is coming in." He lies to you.
“Okay.” You sighed out the word as you sat up, shoulders slumped as you gnawed on your lip. “How about if I call you tonight?” He asked you, hated hearing your sad tone. You quickly perked up, “Okay! Perfect.” You gleamed. “I’ll be waiting for you then, bye!” He laughed at your switch up reaction when you hung up quickly—as if time will go faster.
Through the scope, he saw that his target stood up, walking to the window. San adjusted himself in position, his breathing slowed down as his finger hovered over the trigger. All the noise went silent as he exhaled steadily, aiming at the man’s chest.
With practice precision, he tightened the trigger. The sound of the shot radiated through the night. Instantly, the man collapsed to the floor, blood oozing out of his chest. San kept his eyes on the body, making sure the job was completed. He exhaled slowly as he stood, hand already disassembling the rifle. He felt all the tension just leaving his body.
He places everything back in its spot in the case, packing up. He stands up, stretching his neck and staring in the far distance as the night breeze blows, running a hand through his hair. He grabs the case and disappears into the shadow of the night. This was just the beginning but he was going to get it all done—for you.
-
The following missions were a blur of danger and exhaustion. Every single target pushed San to his breaking point both physically and mental limit—testing his resolve in ways he could have never imagined. One night he was in hand to hand fight in a warehouse, barely avoiding a knife to his ribs to another night infiltrating a high security party, he smoothing past through the guards and tight knit surveillance to drop a pill in his target’s drink.
The elevator doors open revealing a different atmosphere in the bar tonight. He turns to the side and spots Lee at the center, nursing the same drink as always with a cigar in his other hand. Hearing the elevator door close, Lee turns and gives a smile when he spots San.
San approached him. “Boss.” He says firmly, standing in the position of attention, hands behind his back.
“There he is!” Lee exclaimed as he stands up and grabs San’s face with a huge smile on his face. “The man who did the impossible.” Lee turns to the bartender, “One more glass.”
“Come sit, sit,” he waves San over and taps the stool next to him. “Always so stiff.” Lee mumbled to himself as he raised the glass to his lips and takes a sip.
San was hesitant, but he eventually slid into the stool, dragging it closer inward. He watches as his boss poured him a glass with a smile on his face—almost as if he was a proud father.
“So,” Lee began, placing the bottle down as he leaned back in chair studying San with a sadden gaze. “How does it feel, mm? You’re finally free.”
San chuckles softly as he grabs the glass and takes a sip, the burn of the alcohol makes his face scrunch up slightly. “It feels… foreign. But,” he looks at Lee, “I’m ready.”
Lee chuckles and pats his arm. “I know you are.” He sighs as he swirled the liquid in his glass, “You’ve grown, so much. You deserve this new life, San. I mean it. Love it to the fullest.” He turned to face him and raised his glass for a toast. “To a new chapter”
They clinked glasses, the sound echoing softly in the quiet bar. For the first time in years, San felt the weight on his shoulders begin to lift. He was finally free. After a while of talking, San decided it was time to go home—you.
But Lee stops him. “San,” he calls to him. San stops in his steps, turning around to face him. “Yes, sir?”
Lee chuckles softly at the name. “You know that if you need anything—anything at all—I will always be here for you.”
San smiles, nodding. “Thank you, sir.” And with that he leaves rushing to go see you.
That same night he went to your apartment and official asked you to be his and this time he stayed with you.
_
DURING THE RELATIONSHIP
The early stages of your relationship with San were of course, the sweetest. You both loved falling in love with each other and discovering new things or habits from one another. You loved the balance you both had in the relationship.
From the random, sleep deprived 2am conversations such as asking if you were a fly would he still be your boyfriend to which he replied saying, “Why would you be a fly to begin with?” Which prompt you sit up in your bed, clutching onto the phone saying, “Answer the question!”
“I mean–I guess, right?” He shrugged. “Are you serious? You guess?! I would take care of you, make sure you were fed on whatever fly eats…” You started rambling which San groan lightly as he rub his face, this is going to be a long night, he thought to himself.
To making core memories in the rain, trying to replicate like those dramatic kissing scenes in movies only for you two to scream in fear when thunder radiated throughout the night as you two ran for shelter, catching your breaths only to look at each and laugh, “We’re so stupid.” You say through your laughs, panting.
Or his favorite moments is when you would come by his new job at the tire shop unexpectedly and would have lunch with him. “Hey,” you greeted him on the phone as you leaned your back on your car, “I got the stuff.”
He sneered at your comment as you hung up the phone. He went and washed his hands, stepping outside as he dried his hands with a paper towel. He spots you outside your car, doing a little beckoning dance with both sandwiches in each hand to which he chuckled as he got close.
“Thank you for the food.” He whispers to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he takes the food from your hand. You smiled at him, “Of course.” You two then headed to a bench where you threw one leg over his and started catching him up on your work’s fresh gossip.
“And then she was like, “I’m not putting up with your shit.” Can you believe she said that?” You tell San as you take a bite out of your food.
“No way she said that to her boss. She’s crazy for doing that.” San said trying to give his input but in reality he could give a shit, but seeing you all passionate in your story made him smile.
You looked at him with widen eyes, covering your food filled mouth, “That’s what I said! She’s crazy.” Your words came out muffled as you shook your head.
Or when he notices your car needs gas so he goes with you and does everything for you so you don’t have to worry about a thing. He gets an idea, smirking as he taps on your passenger window, asking you to put it down. “Never seen a beautiful girl like you here before.” He leans on the car, getting a good view.
You give him a stank face as you dropped your phone, crossing your arms. “I have a boyfriend.” Scoffing at him.
“Oh, do you?” He tilts his head to the side, “Where is he?” He asked, hands leaning in the car.
“Please, you would be scared of him. He can beat your ass. Now, shoo shoo, please.” You waved him off, raising the window. San scoffed and took out the keys and unlocked the door, opening it as you gasped in shock, “My boyfriend–“
“Won’t do anything.” He cuts you off and kisses you, causing you to smile into it. He breaks the kiss and pouts, “You would let the man kiss you that easily?” You rolled your eyes and kissed his pout.
Or the serious moments you two had with one another in the car when he was dropping you off or when you were in your house, sitting closely together. You two would ask each other deep questions like what you want from this relationship, do you want marriage, kids, are you happy with the jobs you have, is there more you want from life helping you two bring out new perspectives and experiences in these conversations.
Or when making huge decisions, such as moving in together. San has decided to ask you a little into the two years of your relationship, wanting to take it to the next level. It was an exciting time when you both went apartment hunting and finally found one that spoke to you both.
You both had taken your time in being organize for the move, checking what is to throw away or donate, labeling the boxes, getting caught up in tape at times. When the moving truck came, San had taken the heavy boxes while you dragged some and some of the movers helped you pick it up.
When it was time, San closed the truck and you two followed them to your new apartment. It was a sight to see San getting a frustrated when he was struggling to set up the new sofa, rereading the instructions for the 20th time. Meanwhile you were organizing and taking things out the boxes, trying to not make it obvious that you were laughing.
You cleared your throat when a laugh erupted deep from your throat causing him to give you a look, “You think this is funny?” He asks you all frustrated as he drops the stupid paper of instructions.
You sighed a smile as you walked to him. You know he’s just exhausted and frustrated from the move, he’s not trying to take it out on you. You extend your hand to him and helped him up, “Baby, I know you’re frustrated. It’s okay.” Your hands roam his back.
You then take both of his hands and walked backwards, guiding him to the bedroom. “The bed is made, right? Why don’t we double check that it’s secure?” You smiled at him which made him bit his lower lips, smirking, as he closed the door behind him.
Don’t worry, the bed was secure and the sofa was soon built.
—
Like many other relationship, there were the hard times—Arguments which were just the worst. Take tonight for example when you coworkers had invite you and San to this new sports bar and they just so happen to invite one of their friends, who was very friendly to San—who by the way was blinded by her actions.
“No way, so you work at a tire shop?” Jina said she leaned closer to San, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think that’s so cool. I’ve always wanted to learn how to change a tire, maybe you can help me?” She flirtatiously blinks her eyes twice, looking up at him.
Ugh, you think to yourself as you angrily chewed off a piece of celery you dipped in ranch. You rolled your eyes as you look to side, but everyone was too caught in their respective conversations to notice. “Surprisingly it’s not that hard.” He smiled at her, “I’m sure you can do it.”
You are certainly amazed at how strong the cup is because your tight ass grip feels like it can shatter it at any moment. You take a sip of your beer, trying to calm down when she placed her hand on his bicep. “You’re so sweet,” she chuckles at him as she flicks her hair back, “But I definitely need some guidance.”
He just smiles at her, taking a sip of his drink. She looks at you, “Oh, Y/N, you’re very lucky,” she gives you a smile as she looks back at him. “He’s such a sweetheart.”
You flash her a sarcastic smile, mocking her head tilt and toke of voice, “Mm, yes, I am the luckiest. He’s the best.” Bitch.
—
Throughout the entire night Jina continued with her flirtatious ways. Every time San would make joke, she laughed a little too hard as she playfully slapped his arm, covering her mouth. Or when she would excuse herself to the restroom, she would use that moment to brush up against him, using his shoulders for support as some people walked past her. Or when she would scoot her chair closer to San.
At this point, saying your patience was wearing thin was an understatement. You knew San wasn’t letting her do this, he was oblivious to everything and tried remaining polite because he did not want to disrespect your coworkers or ruin the night.
—
You stepped into the apartment, angrily removing your shoes, using the wall for support. You shook off your coat and hung it with attitude on the rack as you started walking to the bedroom.
San eyed you up and down, trying to figure out why you’re acting like this. “Are you okay?” He raised an eyebrow as he took off his coat.
“Yeah.” You say dryly as you walked to the room. He throws his head back and sighs in frustration, “Baby, talk to me.” He shouts to you but you just ignore him.
He walks into the room, seeing that you changed into an oversized tee shirt. Dumping your dirty clothes in the hamper, you walked to the bathroom. “Baby, what’s going on?” He asked you softly, following you.
You stopped your actions and gave him a look, “Why don’t you ask Jina?” You say spitting out her name like poison as you kept walking to the bathroom.
He stands there all confused, “Jina? Why would I ask her?” He asked you genuinely confused which only fueled your frustration even more.
You scoffed as you bend down, grabbing your makeup remover from underneath. “Are you serious San?” You turned to him, “Jina was basically throwing herself on you the entire night.”
You opened your cleansing balm, scooping some and angrily rubbed your face. “Y/N, she was just being nice. That’s it.” He tells you as he crossed his arms.
You let out a humorless laugh, “Oh please San, nice?” You tell him as you put water on your face and took off the balm. “Oh, you work on cars? Let me just laugh hard at all your jokes, place my hand on you, brush up against you and disrespect your girlfriend in her face.” You mocked her tone of voice. “She was all over you tonight.”
He sighed, “Baby, she wasn’t—“ San started but stopped in his words when you stopped drying your face to give him a pissed off look, “Okay, maybe she was being too friendly. But I wasn’t paying attention to her like that at all.”
You scoffed out, shaking your head. “No, I can definitely tell by the way you just kept letting her.” You turned off the bathroom lights and brushed past him, standing by the dresser as you take off your earrings. “You didn’t even bother to notice the way she kept touching you, or the way she was moving closer to you—“ You shook your head, trying to stop your tears, “How do you think that made me feel?” Your voice trembled.
His heart breaks at the tone of your voice. He walks up to you and cups your face, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Baby, I wasn’t trying to upset you. I only spoke to her because it was your coworker’s friend, that’s it.” He whispers to you, looking deep into your eyes. “You know that you’re the only one for me. The only one I care about.”
You removed yourself from his grasp, turning around and pinching your nose bridge as the hot tears formed. “It didn’t feel like it tonight.”
San looks at you with sad eyes. He hates it when he is the reason as to why you’re hurt. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. “I never meant to make you upset or uncomfortable. I promise you that this won’t happen ever again.”
“You promise?” You asked him once more and he turns you around, smiling at you as he wipes your tears with his thumbs, “I promise.” He tells you, nodding.
He leans in to kiss you and you stop him with your forefinger, “Um, just cause this argument is over doesn’t mean I’m over it. ” You tell him sassily and he laughs, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“Well, can I show you another way on how sorry I am?” He raised an eyebrow as he got on his knees, keeping the eye contact with you. His hands roam the back of your legs as you threw your head back in frustration, you have no restraint.
-
Throughout the past five years you two have grown and changed so much in your relationship and in your own personal lives. You are so happy that San is in your life and vice versa. He truly couldn’t believe how drastically his life has changed. But he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
The sound of the sizzling meat filled the cozy silence in the room while the aroma filled up your senses. San stood by the stove in a black tank top with a rag draped over his shoulder with a concentrated look on his face as he grabbed the handle of the pan, tilting it to scoop up the melted butter and oil mixture with a spoon to drench the meat with practiced ease.
You were sat upon the counter with one leg propped up as you leaned your chin on your knee, scrolling through your phone. You slightly chuckled at some funny videos on your feed, calling San's attention to show him. Everything seemed completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary.
San lived for these peaceful moments with you. He went back to focusing on his cooking but from the corner of his eye he saw his phone lighting up, slightly moving from the vibration. He glanced at the screen, expecting it to be a coworker calling to cover their shift but he felt his body go cold when he saw the number flashing across the screen.
Lee.
He felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. Five years. It's been five years since he last spoke to him—since he last saw him. He felt a ringing coming into his ears. "Babe?" You looked up from your phone when you noticed his sudden stillness, "Everything okay?"
The ringing fades as he clears his throat. "Yeah, baby." He lies as he forced a quick smile, turning off the stove. He grabbed the phone and turned to you, giving you a kiss which causes you to smile. "It's just one of the guys from work. I'll be back." He smiles at you as he heads to the bedroom, "Can you set up the table, please?"
You playfully groan as you hopped of the counter. "I have to do everything myself." You sarcastically say as you opened the cabinet and grabbed two plates. "Of course I can." You smirked at him.
"Thank you for your sacrifice." He winks at you. His expression turns serious as he turns around and picks up the pace, stepping into the bedroom. He gently shuts the door and looks down to his phone, seeing that Lee is calling again. He gulps as he picks up, raising the phone to his ear. "Lee?" He whispers.
"San." The familiar deep voice makes a shiver run down San's spine as San gulps down the nerves. On the opposite side of the phone, Lee stood in-front of his ceiling to floor windows in his office, looking out into the night. "It's been a while."
San takes a few steps to the center of the room, eyes roaming around as his breath hitched. "Five years." His throat tightened. "Why-Why are you calling me?"
Lee lets out a sigh, looking down to the floor feeling remorse. "People are looking for you, San." He answers him. San eyes widened at his words, feeling the whole world stop. "They are looking for revenge."
A million thoughts were rushing in his head. He lets out a disbelief scoff as he walks to the bed and sits down, feeling his head spinning. "Revenge?" He whispered in wariness. "What do you mean? I don't understand." One moment he is cooking and wanting to have a nice dinner with you to the next, getting told people are out to kill him.
"San, the men I ordered you to kill—" He cuts himself off with a sigh as he closes his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in regret. "Their people are looking for you. Someone tipped me off and San— it's serious. You need to disappear. Now."
San looks at the phone as if Lee would see his face of-are-you-insane. He shakes his head and lets out a scoff. "What? I can't just-"
"You don't have a choice, San." Lee interrupted him, raising his tone. "They are coming for you, do you understand what I'm saying?" Lee looks behind him, making sure no one in the room. "They will come for her." He whispered into the phone.
San head shoots up to the door and stares at it. Just on the other side you are setting up the table, oblivious to everything that is happening. He wants to fucking scream at the top of his lungs and punch the wall. "San," Lee's voice takes him out of his thoughts of these people hurting you. “This is something worst than anything we have ever dealt with. I'll be giving you two weeks to get everything sorted out. You know what you have to do.”
The line went dead.
San felt the world falling and crushing his soul. He dropped his arm, causing his phone to drop on the floor as he spaced out. This can't be happening, he thinks to himself. Everything he worked so hard for was just ripped from him in a heartbeat.
A knock on the door caused him to look up. "Is everything okay? What did work want?" You asked him as you walked to him, cupping his face to make him look up at you. "The table is set. Just waiting for the chef to serve the food." You smirked as you straddled him.
He smirks at you as he wraps his arms around your waist. "My apologizes, madam. We are a little backed up today. Can you forgive me?" He jokes with you. As he stares into your eyes, he feels everything falling around him knowing that he soon won't have these moments with you.
"Yes, I forgive you." You kissed his lips, chuckling lightly. You caressed his head as you looked into his eyes, "All good with work?" You asked once more.
He nods. "Yeah. It was just my boss calling to see if I can pick some extra shifts. Some of my coworkers have called out so I'm the only option."
You pouted as you slouched a bit. "I'm sorry. I know how much it frustrates you when you have to take more shifts." You peck his lips. He wished that was the actual reason.
He shakes his head. "It's okay." He smiles. He then stands up with you still in his hold causing you to wrap your legs around him. "I'm starving. I heard the chef was super handsome and an excellent cook."
You giggled. "Must've heard the opposite." You teased him. He gives you a deadpan look as he stopped in his steps. "Remind me why I'm feeding you?" He askes you with a glare. You then placed a loving kiss on his cheek. Now, he remembers why.
Later that night, you two were in bed. You had long fallen asleep all cuddled up on his chest as San stares into the ceiling. He turns to the side and looks down at your face, taking in your light snores as he gently places a kiss on your forehead. He knows what he has to do.
—
DURING THE FIVE YEARS
The following day, San entered his job with his hands tucked into his front pockets as he gave a small smile and nod to his passing coworkers as he headed to his boss's office. The scent of rubber and motor oil entered his nostrils as he knocked on the door.
A muffled come in was heard and San let out a breath as he twisted the knob, entering the office. His boss looked up from the paper work in his hand and gives him a smile as he takes off his glasses, "San!" He beamed as he stood up. "How are you, son? You don't work today, right?"
San closes the door, the sounds of the shop fades away. He gives him a sad smile, hands behind his back as he stands up straight. "I just, um," San clears his throat. "I need to talk to you."
His boss nods as he gestures to the chair in-front of his desk, "Of course. Please, sit and tell me." His boss tells him, scooting in his own chair and intertwining his hands.
He watched as San sits down and looks at him, firmly saying, “I’m quitting.”
His boss shakes his head both taken aback and sadden at the news. "What? Why? Did someone say something to you? Did something happen?" He bombarded him with questions, feeling whiplashed.
San stays quiet, contemplating if he should tell him or not. “I have to go somewhere for a while and I have a favor to ask of you.“ his voice was low. His boss nods, listening intently, "People are going to come in here and ask of me, you will tell them that you do not know who I am. If Y/N comes in, you will tell her the same thing. Understood?”
His boss was taken aback, nervously chuckling thinking it's a joke San is trying to pull. "You’re worrying me San,” he scratched the back of his head. But San remains serious causing his boss to lean forward, “You’re–You’re being serious? San, what is going on?”
San reached into his jacket, taking out an orange envelope and placed it in-front of his boss. His boss looks unsure until San nods at him causing him to hesitatingly pick up the envelope, opening it and widens his eyes at the stack of cash.
He looks between the cash and San’s serious expression with widen eyes. “That is for your troubles.” San said to him.
“Just promise me that you will do what I ask of you. Especially for Y/N. Remove me from photos, throw anything of mine away—nothing must stay. Please tell this to the rest of the guys.” San tells him.
His boss slowly nods in shock as he watches San stand up and walk to the door. He drops the money and quickly gets in front of him, holding onto his arms, “San, are you in trouble? Are you going to be okay?” His boss asked him.
“I will be okay, but for everyone’s safety it’s best if no one knows. Forgive me for putting you through all of this.” He gives him a sad smile and opens the door but looks back at his boss one last time, “I know you won’t understand but thank you. Thank you for being a great boss and for giving me a sense of normalcy.”
And with that San heads out the door ignoring his boss calling out to him. His boss sighs in defeat as he watched him disappeared. He truly admired him like a son of his own so this good bye pains him.
He cleaned his throat as he claps his hands getting everyone’s attention. “Everyone, team meeting! Gather around.” He wants to help San but knows that he can’t so he will do his part here until San returns.
—
Every night that lead up to the finale night with you killed him inside. It was hard to him to keep his composure when he was around you. When it was time, he just wanted to run away with you and live the life he envisions with you—but no, not yet. Just once more he has to go back to who he was and pray you will forgive him when he comes back.
As he walked down the apartments hallway, he just shook his head of his emotions. And just like that, he was back into the killer he was. He gently closed the apartment door, sighing heavy as he stood there for a moment. His hand runs down the door as he mentally says goodbye to everything he had.
He then heads downstairs, pushing the complex’s front doors revealing Lee. He stood outside the sleek black car while to of his men stood beside him. He slowly approached him, both of them not uttering a single word before Lee broke the tension and pulled him into a hug.
“San,” he whispered into his ear. San slowly wrap his arms around him and pats his back, still silent. “I’m so sorry.” Lee tells him and released the embrace, holding on his arms, “Come on. Let’s talk.” He nods to the car.
San watched as one of his men opened the door for him but took one last glance at the apartment window. I’m so sorry, he thought to himself. He sighed and headed inside the car.
—
During the drive, San looked out the window and watched the city he knew fade as they drove further away. Lee snaps his fingers which prompted the man in the passenger seat to give him a stack of folders. “San.” Lee calls to him.
When San sees the amount of folders, it’s takes all within him to not stomp like a child. He sneakily rolls his eyes as he grabs the folders from his hands. "These are all the people who are looking for you." Lee says. "Names, locations—everything you need to know is all in there."
Familiar words that put him here in the first place.
San’s stomach churned as he flips through the pages. These people weren’t just any petty criminals—no, these were some next level powerful criminals disguised as people in power. “You aren’t alone in this. We will get through this.” Lee reassured San as he lights up a cigar.
San just ignored Lee, not really wanting to talk about this right now. He clenched his jaw, “I need a favor,” he tells Lee who raised an eyebrow at him. “I need you to clear off my name in the system. No records, no loose ends—I need to disappear completely."
Lee studied him for a moment before nodding. “Consider it done.”
—
San didn’t get a wink of sleep, seeing the room slowly get brightened up by the sun through the small window. Lee had put him in a safe house in an abandoned corner of the city. As the light peers in, his heart crushes at the thought that it’s morning and you are about to find out.
He took advantage of the night and plastered the photos of his targets all over the walls. Their faces were lined up next to one another with their profile and description of crimes scribbled on them with red ink as sticky tabs surrounded them. The table was in a chaos of folders, maps that had markings of last known locations, more photos, hide outs, and extra information on sticky notes.
Meanwhile San was on the floor, shirtless as the sweat on his body glistened as his chest heavies while doing push ups. He lets out groans and grunts in sharp breaths, ignoring the burning sensation in his muscles.
“You reach out to her, you put her in danger.” Lee’s voice popped up in his head when he thought about you. His arms trembling from exhaustion, but he didn’t care—he had to get stronger for you. The haunting of Lee’s words pushed him harder.
Feeling as if it wasn’t enough, he stands up and wasted no time in jumping up to grip the bar that was bolted to the ceiling. He controlled his breathing as he did his pulls ups, staring directly to his first targets eyes.
Once he was satisfied, he walked to the worn out punching bag that was hung in the corner. He closed his eyes as he rolled his shoulders, opening them as he went straight into punching the bag. With each punch, he pictured the lowlife’s face giving quick and brutal combinations.
The bag jerked around with every hit that released all the anger and frustration as he screamed out loud. The hits become harder and faster—his skin all raw and broken around the knuckles. Sweat flying everywhere, some from his brow dripping down to his chest.
Lee’s voice came back to him, sharper now. “She’ll be dragged into this if you’re not careful.” San froze for a second, his fist resting against the bag, his breath heavy. He could see you so clearly in his mind, your smile and laughter when you tilt your head back.
He then pictured someone taking that away from him which just caused him to punch the bag with all his force, causing the bag to split open as the sand poured out like waterfall to the floor.
He stood over it as he watched it fall out, chest heaving. No. He can’t let himself think of that, he can’t fall into that weakness. He wipes his face with his forearm as he turned around and sat on the chair next to the table.
He leaned back as he hissed in pain when he tried closing his hands. He looks down and saw how bloody and irritated his knuckles were. He groans as he throws his head back and tries catching his breath.
After a moment, he controls his breathing and turns his head to the table then to the wall. He sits up and darkened his dark eyes to his first target—his expression hard as stone. He’s going to kill them all, every single one of them.
—
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and months turned into years since he began—since he last saw you. Little by little he’s completing his job but he can’t help but to feel so fucking upset at how long it has taken. But no matter how exhausted he is, you were his motivation to keep going.
There are countless nights when he lies in bed and skims through his photo gallery. He misses the way your smile reached your eyes, he missed the playful banter you two had with one another, misses your habits—everything. He would sad smile at the photos you were pissed off with him making a goofy smile because he most likely did something to annoy you.
Throughout the years, he would try convincing himself that you were okay. But when he went to check your socials, you were no where to be found. You were gone. Every account deactivated, every trace of you wiped clean from the digital world. It was like you’d vanished.
It killed him inside but he was feeling selfish because he did this to you but far worst. He spent days fighting the urge to just go and see you and when he found the courage, Lee would pop into his head.
But today, he cannot hold himself back. Fuck Lee right now. He drove with anxiety coursing in his body. He wondered how you are? Are you dating? Do you have a boyfriend? He gripped the steering wheel at the thought of you with another man. Are you happy? Are you still working at the same place?
But honestly, nothing could prepare him for what was to come of you. He sees you walking out of your job and you just looked absolutely miserable. The light in your eyes, gone. The smile he adored, nonexistent. You looked so broken and exhausted—his heart felt like it was ripped out and stabbed as he felt tears coming in. It was all his fault.
He turns off the car and heads out, tears streaming as he shoves through people saying sorry as he looks at your walking figure. Just when he is about to reach out, he freezes in his steps. He can’t. The people engulf around him as he watches you walk further. You sensed someone looking at you and turned around but no one. Meanwhile San hide behind a building, catching his breath as he slides down the wall crying.
He just wanted to run up to you and hold you and explain everything to you. Since that day, he always kept an eye on you. There were days when you all cooped up in the apartment with curtains closed or stayed at work until closing.
Whenever he would see you coming out the complex, he had to do everything to calm down. His heart would twist painfully when he saw the emptiness in the way you moved—just going through the motions of life and every time he would hate himself more and more.
—
One afternoon, when he went to go see you he felt the world stopping around him. The sight of a moving truck parked outside makes his stomach drop. His mouth parted when he saw you coming out the building, using your back to open the door as you held a box in your hands.
You were leaving.
He feels like he’s losing you all over again. He watches as you hand the box to the mover with a tight smile and head back inside. He soon remembers when you two moved in now fading into this memory—something beautiful to something broken.
He can’t help it but to stay. Once you were done, he watched you hand the key to the building representative—the same one who welcomed you both the first day—and hugged her. When the truck pulls out, he stays behind them in a safe distance.
San slapped his hand on the steering wheel as he starts crying. All he wanted—dreamt of— was a normal life with you and now everything is being taken away from him again. He can’t stop himself—he can’t let you go not when you are slipping further and further from him.
When you arrived to your new building, he looks as you unpacked the truck. In that moment he decided that he will leave you alone and come back stronger and better for you. He will complete this for you.
—
It had a been a whole year since he last saw you. He was determined to finish this already. Just one more and that was it.
It was nighttime and San was in a deep sleep in bed—until he felt his phone vibrate underneath his pillow causing him to stir to the side and go back to sleep. But then the person called again causing him to groan as he turns around and grab his phone.
He squints and looks away, the brightness burning his eyes. He then blinks a few times and looks at the screen again, seeing that Lee was calling him.
He sighs as he falls back on his back, placing his free arm over his eyes as he picks up the phone, “Hell–“
“They know about her.” Lee cuts off San, panting. On the other side, Lee was rushing to his office as he pointed to his men where to go and what to do. San sat up as he processed his words, his voice caught in his throat. “San,” Lee stops in his tracks, “they will kill her.”
San stayed quiet, his eyes roaming around in the darkness. They found you. They know of you. It’s only a matter of time before they get you. San felt so overwhelmed in his emotions—everything he tried to suppress just dissolved into raw, unrelenting anger that he didn’t know to react.
He just went blank.
“San? Are you ther–“ he hangs up the phone causing Lee to let out a scream of frustration as he calls him again but it went straight to voicemail. San removed his blanket, adrenaline shooting in his veins as he storms to the back of the safe house.
His breathing was starting to get uneven as he grabbed a sledgehammer that was leaning against the wall. And with one heavy swing, he shattered the concrete floor—fragments fly out with each stroke that got harder and angrier than the previous one.
Soon enough, a hidden compartment was revealed. He kneeled on the floor, removing the rubble with his hand as he puts in a code to which the box unlocks revealing a variety of weapons—firearms, knives, ammunition.
His fingers traced over the weapons with precision as he selected the ones he needed. He walked back and forth as he gently placed each weapon on the floor on top of a rag in the center of the room.
He throughly cleaned each gun and ensured each were working in order. He moved with swiftness as he tested the mechanics—sharpening the knives, moving them in his hand to make sure they are comfortable in his grip. He loaded the magazines with ease, wanting to make sure everything was perfect for tonight.
This was the most terrifying state San has been. His mind was blank, no expression on his face, emotions were just gone. All he can focus on was one singular thing—every one of them must die. He wasn’t going to wait any longer, he will take them by surprise tonight.
Once everything was prepared, he got dressed in all black, adjusting the straps of his tactical gear, checking each weapon holstered at his side. He sling the bag that carried the guns and started to leave but not before he spotted an extra knife on the table.
He grabs it and looks up at the photo of the man who he was going to kill tonight. In one swift throw, aiming it between the eyes, it landed right where he wanted it. He was out for blood.
—
San had stormed into the abandoned factory that served as their hideout. Under the cover of the night he moved like a ghost through the shadows. He was like a predator who was silent and deadly with nothing to lose. The dagger in his hand gleamed in the dim light as he gripped it tightly, his gun holstered on his hip.
The first man never saw it coming—San approached him from behind, quickly covering the man’s mouth he jabbed the knife into his throat. He slowly and gently laid the body down without any noise, removing the knife as moved to his next location with precision with sharp eyes scanning every corner.
San hid as he counted the amount of men standing around. But soon enough he heard the commotion of voices yelling that someone intruded the warehouse which made the standing men on guard as they looked around, spotting San. “Over there!”
Gunfire erupted as they all pointed in the direction of San, but he didn’t flinch at the sounds instead he returned the fire with accuracy—watching the bodies drop one by one. His adrenaline was so high he didn’t even feel the bullet that grazed his arm.
Finally, one man left and unfortunately for him, he was all out of bullets. But fortunate for San as he grabs him and pins him against the wall, the man quickly surrendering as he lifts his trembling hands in fear. “Where is he?” San growled at the man with a gun to his forehead.
The just let out incoherent whimpers in fear as he shook his head. San didn’t have time to deal with this so he just knocked the guy out with the end of the gun and let him drop to the floor as he moved on. The further he moved in the building, the more the bodies piled up. Not once did he hesitate nor falter in his actions.
San was blinded by anger—he saw red in everything. With every face, San raised his weapon against it. It wasn’t until every single one of the men were either knocked out or dead. Finally, he reached the main office at the end of a hall to which he kicked open the door with such force that it almost came off its hinges.
Inside, cowering behind the desk, was the leader of the operation-His last target. He yelled in fright at the sound of the door slamming against the wall. He peaks over the table and lets out a shaky breath as he slowly stands up, raising his hands in surrender.
San slowly steps inside, eyes trained on the man, blood soaked into his clothes dripping on his hands as he grips the knife. The flickering bulb in the room made him appear even more terrifying, few cuts on his face-light casting shadows on his face with each movement towards the man.
The man lets out a nervous chuckle, hands still raised. "San," he gives him a nervous smile, “P-please,” the man stammered, his voice shaking. “We didn’t mean— I mean, I didn’t—”
He falls to his knees and bows as tears fall to the floor when San walks around the table and stands in front of him. The man looks up to san and collapsed his hands together, pleading to him. “P-please, San… I-I didn’t mean it! I never touched her! It—it was just leverage! Just words!”
San stayed silent as his sharp eyes bore into the crying man. He grabs his knife and slowly turns it in his hand making it catch the faint glint of the light. He crouches down to the man's level, lifting his chin up with the tip of the knife. “I spent the last five years making sure she was protected,” San spoke lowly, “Yet you still tried to make her part of your sick game. Thinking of her to begin with was your first mistake.”
San feels something within him come undone as he grabs a fistful of hair and aggressively forces the man up, causing him to scream out in pain and fear. San shoved him to the chair behind him and stabs the knife into his thigh, “You know what happens to men like you?” He whispered taunting him, leaning close to his face.
The man lets out a blood curdling scream, lips quivered as he stammered out, “I—please, I’ll leave the country! I’ll disappear! I’ll—”
San lets out a manic laugh as he stood up, "You'll disappear?" He mocked the man. "You're right. You will disappear and I will make sure of it." San said emotionless.
He slides out another knife from behind and stabs through the man's hand and wooden chair rest making him scream. “You think you can threaten her and walk away breathing?” San grabs the man by the side of his face and shoved his head to the side and repeatedly slams his head against the desk.
He lets him go and watched the man lean back in the chair catching his breath. San grabs him by the shirt and the man starts to sob out, “It wasn’t me! It—it was the others! I swear!”
San tilts his head to the side slightly, giving him a faint humorless smile. "The others are dead." His voice low, "All that is left is just you."
He lets him go and takes out his gun, "You know, you talk so much shit yet," San looks at him, "you're nothing but a coward. Threatening to harm the woman I love just to get to me? Pathetic." He spat out.
The man starts screaming out in agony and fright when he sees San preparing the gun and cocking it back—his scream echoed the empty halls. He circled around the man like a predator stalking its prey. “You don’t understand, please!” The man shouted as he gasped for air from the overwhelming pain he’s in. “I didn’t mean it! I was never going to hurt her or kill her! I promise you!”
"You think I give a fuck about what you meant?" He spat at him. “You wanted to hurt her,” San said, his tone dropping dangerously low. “And I’ll make sure no one will ever speaks of her name again.”
He extends his are out and the cold metal touched the forehead of the man, his finger resting lightly on trigger. The man widens his eyes, desperation flickers behind them a he shakes his head, “Please I–“
The sound of the gunshot resonated throughout the room and then—silence. San stumbles back in exhaustion and lets out a sigh of relief. He is free. He feels the weight coming off his shoulders. He can come home to you.
—
San staggers out the building, feeling his adrenaline leaving as he limps side to side. Holding onto his arm, feeling the pain of the graze and his body screaming in aching pain. His breaths were short and sharp as he tried keeping his vision clear.
The faint roaring of engines from the distance reached his ears making him look up. He squints at the bright headlights coming close. Soon black trucks speed to the scene, tires screeching as they come to a sudden stop, doors sliding open as men poured out the cars in suits and weapons attached to their bodies rushed past him and into the building.
San didn't even have to look to know who it was. He was just focused on making sure his legs don’t give up on him as his vision started blurring from exhaustion. A sleek black car skidded to a halt in front of him causing him to stop in steps. Lee then emerges out the car with a worried look on his face as he rushed to San.
“San!” Lee’s voice was sharp but softened as he reached him. Lee quickly removed his coat and draped it over San and without hesitation, pulled him into his embrace. Feeling safe now, San's legs give out, both of them sinking to the ground as Lee held him tightly. "It's over, son," Lee said softly in his ear, voice filled with relief that he was okay. "It's over."
San didn't respond immediately, his head resting against Lee's shoulder as he closed his eyes and let out a sigh through his shallow breaths, "It's over." San said hoarsely, a single tear fell down his cheek, cutting through the blood and slightly stinging the small cuts.
Everything was blur as San started to close his eyes of exhaustion. Lee's men shouting and rushing to secure the scene before the police came. Lee yelling for medical treatment for San and soon enough they draped his arms over their shoulders and helped him up and into the car.
Finally, he can go back to you.
—
HE RETURNS
It's been a week since everything has finally ended. San stands outside in his car, staring at what use to be his home for the past five years-the safe house. He nods, thinking to himself that it is time to go. He gets into car and drives off—leaving this part of his life for good.
The welcome sign of your city gets him both nervous and excited. He puts on the turning signal as he pulled into the parking lot of a small, cozy hotel and checks in. He places his bags down on the floor and unlocks the door, taking in the room. He breaths in and breaths out, happy to be back in somewhat of normalcy.
He grabs his bags and placed them on the small sofa near the window. He wasted no time in unpacking and making the room feel settled in. After he was done, he grabbed a white envelope and checks inside before tucking it in his jacket. There is something important he needs to take care of.
—
The bells chimed softly as San stepped inside the jewelry shop. He takes in the smell of of the shop as he scans the variety of cases that display beautiful shimmering gems and jewels of every color you can imagine.
"May I help you, sir?" A sweet lady comes up to him with a warm smile and hands behind her back.
San takes off his glasses and looks at her, returning a smile. "Yes," he cleared his throat. Despite the nerve wrecking feeling in his chest, her grandmotherly presence help put him at ease a bit. "I'm looking for an engagement ring. But it needs to be elegant, unique, or—no—special. Something special." His voice softened as he rambled a bit, scratching the back of his head.
The woman covered her lips with her hand as she chuckled lightly. "No need to worry," Her eyes twinkled with understand as he reassured him. She beckoned him to follow her to a display case, "Come. Let's see what we can find for you."
_
It must've been hours at this point and San has never been more confused over raindrop shape or pear shape, square or cushion. It felt like smoke was coming out of his ears, feeling stressed over wanting to get the perfect ring for you as the woman carefully laid out a selection of rings, explains the cuts, the settings, and the stones.
But throughout this whole process, his eyes kept drifting to a particular ring—a large square shape with two small ones on each side with a platinum band with smaller diamonds that twinkled like stars on it.
"That one." he said pointing to it. "That's the one for her." He felt the ring calling to him.
The woman's eyes followed his finger and smiled when she spotted the one he was talking about. She smiled as she went to unlock the case and grabbed the ring, placing it in front of him. “This is our timeless, exquisite piece. Made and crafted for someone special.”
He grabs the ring and brings it up the light. He loves the way it gleams like your eyes. This is the one for you. "She is. She's... my everything." He tells her as he placed the ring back down.
The woman reaches over and patted his arm gently, “She’ll love it.” Her expression softened.
_
"Good luck, my dear." She cleaned the ring and placed it securely into the velvet box with gloves. "I can tell she's going to say yes." She said as she hands it to him.
He places his sunglasses back on and pockets the velvet box, giving her a smile. "Thank you." He slides her a while envelope, "This is for you by the way." He tells her.
"Oh?" She tilts her head to the side slightly. She looks down and opens it, eyes widening at the amount of money inside, "Sir, I–" She stops in her words when she scans the room, but he is nowhere to be found.
—
It was a few days later and San stood in the distance as he blend in with the parents who were waiting for the school's dismissal. Soon enough the bell echoed throughout the school as kids bursted out with squeals of excitement and parents calling out their kid's name.
San immediately spots you as you opened your classroom door with a bright smile—the same one that captivate him years ago. He watched as you knelt down slightly as you said goodbye to each child with a smile and high five, some with hugs. He couldn't help but to also smile as he saw you in your element, watching you wave to a little girl who ran off giggling.
Your laugh was a melodic sound that he has missed for so long. Slowly the crowd starts to disperse, but he stays rooted in his spot. Finally, after some time, you step out of your classroom, locking it up. He felt time stopping as he watched you let down your hair, running a hand through it as you walked. His breath hitched—you're so beautiful.
It’s like the first day he saw you all over again causing him to be all lovestruck but then—your movements stilled as your eyes narrowed at him direction. He felt his pulse quickening when he saw that you had noticed him.
If it wasn't from the blinding sun and the silver fence that wrapped around the school that was obscuring your view, it would've been game over. His mind was screaming at him to run, to which he did as panic took over him. He got into his car and slammed the door shut, hands on the steering well and he exhaled sharply. “Fuck, that was close.”
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He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he can't help it. Although, his job is completed, he can't help but to still act in secret. He sneaked into your apartment, wanting to waste no more time and to confess everything to you. His movements were quiet and calculated as he slipped inside, gently closing the door, hearing a soft click.
The moonlight casted into the dark living room, illuminating some spots. Everything he saw was a reflection of you and it made his chest ache. He lifts his head when he hears the sound of water running—she must be showering.
He lets out a slow breath and moved deeper around the apartment with cautious steps. As he turned towards the kitchen, his foot ended up being caught at the corner of the rug making him stumble slightly causing the floor to creak underneath him. He froze, noticing that the shower had stopped.
He then moves to the kitchen, floor creaking with another step causing him to freeze again. His breath hitched in throat as the silence fills up the air. He can hear his heart thudding in his ears when the door of the bathroom creaks open, seeing the light shining in the hallway.
He then heard the faint sounds of your footsteps slowly walking down the hallway. His heart sinks when he sees the gun in your hands—lightly trembling as you stopped in the middle of the entrance.
He watches as your hands move frantically with every shadow you think you see in the room. He feels heartbroken knowing that he is the reason you have a gun—the reason you are like this-he just wants to explain everything to you and hopes that you understand why he did all that he did.
He slowly takes a step back causing the floor to creak once more. He mentally cursed at himself when he saw you pointing the gun to the kitchen, voice full of anger. “Show yourself.”
Slowly, he emerged from the shadows with his hands up. He felt nervous and terrified of the outcome. The way your voice slightly trembled when you asked him who he was, broke him. He closed his eyes and exhaled light, taking one step forward.
I love the San fic ❤️🫣🔥 it's amazingly so good 😫 i would love a POV of San of their relationship like the first meeting, in the relationship and during the five years being apart from us 🫣
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Hello my Anon Petal 🤍
Firstly, thank you so, so much for your support on the story! I’m truly happy you loved it. Secondly, ask and you shall receive :). It might take some time due to my job and school but I promise you I will get it done! Much love 💕
Synopsis: You don’t understand what happened for him to suddenly disappear. You don’t understand why the police tells you there is no one by the name of Choi San— as if he never existed. You don’t understand why he came back to you, five years later.
WARNINGS: one shot, cursing, crying (lots), ANGST (my fav), fluff, happy ending, SMUT, rough sex, choking, pet name of baby to Y/N, drinking, drunkenness, throwing things, San was affiliated with a gang, Y/N owns a gun, oral (f receiving), mentions of San’s gruesome crimes, back and forth between Y/N and San (ish), Y/N take San back way too easily (lmao), throwing up (only once), I’m sure I’m missing some stuff just lmk. San's POV POSTED
Word Count: 12k Started: February 2024. Finished: Nov 29, 2024
Blossom’s Note: Hello my petals, hope all is good. Coming at you with a Choi San one shot. Title was inspired by 2pm’s I’ll be back (chefs kiss song). Story was inspired by both the song and the line in John Wick when the father told the son that in order for him to get out, he had to do the impossible. Please keep in mind that this is no where near the same as the movie nor will any killings be mentioned. Now grab some popcorn and a drink and enjoy!
PAST
Silence takes over the room while the distant, muffled voices of your neighbors outside your apartment speak amongst themselves in the hallway, radiating some noise in the room. Dogs in different apartments barked at them, alerting everyone in the complex that people are walking by. Soon the faint sounds of keys jiggling can be heard as they stepped into their respective home and then—complete silence.
The room was dimly lit by your lamp with a fading bulb on its last life—that you always forget to change. You laid on your stomach, resting your head on your arms that was propped on top of your cushioned pillow as you slowly kicked your legs up and down, staring into his eyes as if you were locked in a trance by his gaze.
His fingers traced caressing patterns on your back, making you bit your lower lip gently as you felt the goosebumps form on your skin. He was lying on his side, his hand propped up to hold his head as he other hand roamed your back lovingly.
He gives you a small smirk, nodding his head to signal you to get on top of him. “Come here.” He said in a low voice as he laid on his back, placing an arm behind his head to get a good view of you on top. His favorite view.
You felt giddy inside, smiling as you got up. You quickly threw a leg over, straddling him. He wasted no time in gliding his free hand from your thigh to your ass giving it a slight squeeze. You placed your hands on his chest for support to which he slide the same hand up your arm and cups the side of your face.
You two stare into each other, all mesmerized as he caressed your cheek with his thumb causing you to lean into his touch. You closed your eyes, feeling the comforting warmth of his hand radiating on your cheek.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said in a sweet voice. You opened your eyes to catch him already looking into your eyes. “I could stay in this moment forever,” he said watching you slightly turn to the side as you kissed his palm. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him as you ghost your lips over his, “Just you and me.”
Oh, the way your stomach flips at his words especially when he talks in a low tone. He removes the hand behind his head, placing both of them under your shirt wanting to feel your skin, scrunching up your oversized shirt a little bit from his caressing movements.
You hummed in agreement, “Just you and me.” You repeated, pecking his lips once, “Forever.” You said before leaning back down to capture his lips. You feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, wanting to feel you closer—if that was even possible.
You moan slightly into his mouth, feeling the kiss starting to pick up. He cups your ass, giving it a nice squeeze as you raised your hand up to his hair tugging slightly making him moan in delight. Just as this moment was starting to heat up and get spicy—“Let’s runaway.” He breaks the kiss.
You looked at him, he was panting slightly trying to catch his breath as his eyes gleamed a bit. You panted as you sat up, tilting your head to the side, “What?” You asked with a playful smile on your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows.
Did he really leave you hot and bothered to say some stupid shit? Leave it to San to cockblock the fuck out of the both of you with his random thoughts.
He sits up, adjusting himself underneath you as he wraps his arms around your waist again as your hands make home in his hair as you caressed it. “You heard me,” he said, “let’s runaway. Just you and me, mm? What do you think?” He said ask he peppered kissed on your neck.
You chuckled at his words, tilting your head more as he kept leaving kisses on your neck down to your collarbone, “what I think is that you’re dumb. Did you really stop us for that?” You laughed, reaching to cup his face as you looked down at him. He nodded, “I’m being serious!” He pouted at you.
You sighed. “Okay. Say we were to,” you say playing along with his idea,“where would we go?” You asked him, leaning down to kiss away his pout.
He looks back and forth between your eyes, smirking as he flips you onto your back causing you yelp in surprise. “Anywhere you want to go,” he grabs your legs, wanting to feel them wrapped around him, “Whatever you want,” He says leaning down to kiss you on your lips. “I’ll do it for you.” His kisses trail down to your jaw. “Anything you want.” Down your neck as he caressed your leg.
You licked your lips and slightly moan at the sensation. “Mmm, anything?” You asked him raising an eyebrow as you tilt your head to look at him. “Anything, baby.” He looked up from the crook of your neck.
You shook your head, “You’re so silly. You know we can’t do that.” You smiled at him but then turned serious, “Plus can you even afford me? I’m quite expensive.” You lifted your hand up, examining your nails acting all snobby like turning your head to the side.
He pauses for a second, sitting up. He scoffs, “Excuse me?” Hand on his chest feigning to be offended.
You looked at him and eyed him up and down, playfully judging him and shrugged, “I have expensive taste and demands that need to met.” You said crossing your arms.
“Hit me with whatever you want. I can afford it.” He extends his arms out to the side as if saying do-you-know-who-the-fuck-I-am.
You scoffed, eyeing him up and down, “I don’t want to work.”
“Done.”
“I want to be a housewife.”
“Done.”
“I want different color Lamborghinis to match my moods for the day.”
“Done.”
“I want a private chef. I want to be carried everywhere.”
“Done and done.”
You two stayed silent, looking at each other with a serious look before bursting into laughter. The laughter you two created sounded like the most beautiful music to your ears. You loved having these silly moments with him.
While the laughter subsided, San places his hands on each side of your head, leaning forward. ”Y/N,” He says, your hands slide up and down his muscular arms. “Let’s just do it, huh? We can go and get married,” He places a kiss on your lips, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, “we can have six kids-“
“Six?! The fuc-“ you cut him off with widen eyes, raising both of your eyebrows.
“They will have your sparkling eyes, your beautiful smile,” he cuts you off, ignoring you which caused you to roll your eyes, “they can have my nose, maybe my eyebrows or ears. We can raise them the best we can, we can put them sports, watch them get married, travel when they all leave the house, be the best grandparents ever-“ he cuts himself off as he clears his throat, feeling a bit saddened, but you’re too distracted by his story to catch onto it. “We can grow old together and be buried next to each other. With that, we stay together forever.”
You cup his cheek, “Seems like you got this all figured out, huh?” You smiled at him. “How did a girl like me get so lucky?”
“Oh, baby,” he said in a matter of factly tone, “With me you won’t have to think or worry about anything.” He smirked at you, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it.
There was a moment of silence as you two looked into each other’s eyes all in love. But then San got off of you which made you confused as you furrowed your eyebrows. “San? What are you doing?” You asked him, confused by his actions as his back faces you.
You sit up and sat in the middle of the bed, about to reach out of him but took your hand back abruptly when you saw San turning around and giving you a serious look. He suddenly gets down on one knee. “Y/N,” he said in a serious tone, causing you to cover your face as you fell back laughing, “San, what are you doing?” You asked him as you sat back up with a huge shock smile on your face.
“Y/N,” he repeats again. He inhales and exhales, closing his eyes before looking back into your eyes. “Baby the second my eyes laid on you, my heart knew that you were the one I wanted to spend forever with. I want to wake up and have your eyes be the first thing and the last thing I see. There aren’t enough words to describe the love I have for you.”
You feel yourself getting teary eyed as you scoff out a smile, not believing that he is doing this. “I know, I don’t have a ring right now, but trust me when I say that when I do get it, it will have the biggest gem that represents the immense love I have for you.” He said watching you sniff up your tears. “Will you marry me? Because I don’t want to do life without you.”
You gasped at his words, crying for a few moments before sniffing up your runny nose as you used the back of your hand to wipe your falling tears, “San,” your voice cracks out, as you placed a hand on your chest. “Yes!” You breathed out a smile, “Yes, I will marry you.”
He finally exhales a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Yes?” He asks you as he broke out into the biggest smile ever and you nodded quickly, “Yes, San, yes.” You repeated as he helped you stand up.
He picked up, you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist as he spins you both around in his arms. You leaned your forehead against his, “You scared me,” he said, “What took you so long in answering!”
You kissed his pout, “I’m sorry,” you laughed, “I had to make sure. You know I’m expensive.” You joked.
He gives you a deadpan look, “Really?” He said in a monotone voice causing you to burst out into laughter as you leaned your forehead against his again, cupping his face, “No, my idiot. I just couldn’t believe this was happening. I’m going to marry my soulmate. I’ve never been more sure in my life.”
“You’re the one for me,” he said looking into your eyes. If you weren’t so high from the moment, you could’ve sworn there was sadness in his eyes. “I just- I don’t want to wait anymore.” He cleared his throat, “You’re the one for me, Y/N.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he repeated himself.
After a minute, he clears his throat, “Now,” he says as he tosses you on the bed causing you to yell in shock as you sit up and give him a glare. He takes off his shirt and throws it somewhere behind him as he spreads your legs, ignoring the pissed off look you have with a smirk on his face, “Should we start with baby number one? Or will we get lucky and have triplets first round?”
“San-“ he cuts you with the smirk still etched on his face as he kissed you. He knew damn well you were gonna bring up the topic of six kids, but that’s for another time. Right now, he wants to cherish this moment with you. Just one last time.
You hated how easily he captivated you and how easy he had you under his finger. Without trying to break contact with you, his hand struggles to turn off the light as he taps everything but the switch. He groans in frustration as he sits up and slams the stupid button off causing you to laugh at his impatience. Finally, the light was off.
As he leans back down kissing you, he is mentally tattooing everything about you throughout the night—your lips, your melodic sounds, your breathing, your heartbeat, your gentle and rough touches, your curves— Just everything before it was time.
—
It was late at night as San stood near the bed, watching you sleep. He was dressed in all black, prepared to leave but not before he says goodbye to you. The sheer curtains let the moonlight seep in, casting on your face. The light snores you made were music to his ears. It cause him to gently chuckle bittersweetly as tears blurred his vision.
He remembered all the times you argued with him saying that he was liar, telling him that you don’t snore. It hurt knowing this would be last time hearing them— last time seeing you.
He slowly and gently takes steps to you, leaning down as he removes a few strand of hair from your face. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispers to you, “I have to go.” He kisses your forehead gently, “I love you so, so much.”
He stiffed up a bit when he saw you stirring in your sleep but exhaled in relief when you stopped and went back to your light snores. He glanced at the clock on your night stand and read 3:00AM. It’s about that time. He looks down as he felt his tears coming in, “Please forgive me.” He pleads quietly, sniffing as he looks at you. “I’ll be back.”
One last kiss on the forehead and he slowly gets up and walks to the door. And just like a switch, he walked down the hall, sniffing up those tears as he moved his head side to side, cracking his neck as a more serious, deadly look appeared on his face as he disappeared from the apartment and into the night.
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Ugh, you really have to change those sheer curtains that blocks absolutely nothing because right now the morning sun was shinning right in your eyes, stirring you awake. You leaned on your back, one arm covering your eyes while the other reached out to touch San but was met with a cold, empty side.
Eyes still covered, you moved your hand around to try and find his body but let’s be real, this was no California King size bed. Either he fell off the bed or simply, he isn’t here. You removed your arm from your eyes and turned to the side and confirmed that he wasn’t there.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you slowly sat up, bringing the blanket to cover your bare chest. “San?” You called out to him. Maybe he’s in the living room. You waited for a response but nothing.
You sighed as you removed the blanket off your body, shivering slightly from cool air as goosebumps formed on your skin. Maybe he didn’t hear me. You grabbed your shirt from off the floor, putting it on as you walked to the living room. “Sannie?” But you were met with an empty living room—an empty apartment.
You removed your tucked hair from your shirt as you pursed your lips, crossing your arms, “This man is going to be the death of me.” You didn’t think much of it—well, kind of— San does this all the time. Whether it was for work or hanging out with friends— whatever it may be, it was normal for him to do. Yes, you have gotten into multiple arguments over it. Yes, he says he will try. But there are times that he forgets to tell you—like today.
You walked back into the room grabbing your phone, unplugging it from the charger as you tapped on the screen but no notifications. “Really?” You sucked the back of your front teeth, feeling annoyed as you shook your head. You unlocked your phone and dialed his number, running a hand through your hair as you hear the dialing tone.
“The number you have dialed-“ you sighed in annoyance as you hung up the call, opening your messages. ‘Thanks for letting me know that you were leaving :)’ and a ‘call me when you can. Love you asshole.” You sent to him, but it came back as message failed. Great, now his phone died.
You threw your phone on bed, “Whatever.” You say as you walked out the room and headed to the bathroom as you started to get ready for the day. Another great thing about San is that he is not the most dependable with his phone. His phone is either dead or lost between the sofa cushions. He truly can’t pick a struggle.
But you know what, at the end of the day you love him and all his aggravating faults, no matter how many times you want to strangle him. That’s your fiancé. Indeed it is. And it has you smiling like an idiot as you brushed your teeth, looking at your reflection. You guess you’ll keep him.
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As the day went on, it was still radio silent on San’s part. You kept checking, calling, texting but it was to no avail. San may be dumb when it comes to how he handles his phone and where he’s going and whatnot but he never fails to call you and let you know where he’s at or how he’s doing—even if that means calling from a strangers phone. Yes, you were confused that one time a random ass number kept calling you.
You couldn’t help but get this feeling that something is wrong, so here you are pulling up to his job and checking to see if he’s there. You parked and inhaled and exhaled, keeping the nerves at bay as you grabbed your things and headed out of your car.
‘The Tire Shop’ came into view as you made your way to the door. Maybe he’s busy and you’ll forgive him for now and yell at him later. As soon as you opened the door, you winced a bit at the car drill radiating throughout the shop as you looked at the men working on cars.
You watched as a man passed by you, rolling at tire to a car he’s fixing on, having the smell of oil and sweat fill up your nostrils. You gripped your purse strap as you looked around to spot if San was talking with someone or working on a car but nothing.
You were too caught up scanning for San that you didn’t even notice an older gentleman approaching you. “Ma’am?” He calls to your attention as he wipes his hands on a dirty rag, removing excess grease. “Anything I can help you with?”
“Oh, sorry,” you chucked nervously, stepping a bit closer to him. “Yes. I’m looking for someone. Is San working today? Did he come in?” You asked.
He tilted his head to the side, giving you his ear as he gets a bit closer to you as the drill goes off again, “I’m sorry. Who?” He yelled through the sound, eyebrows furrowed.
“San. Choi San.” You repeated a bit louder, leaning in slightly to his ear. “H-Have you seen him?” You stuttered a bit, feeling nervous.
“Choi San?” He repeated with confusion in his tone, tilting his head in confusion. “I’m sorry but nobody of that name works here.” He said shaking his head, tucking in the dirty rang in his back pocket.
You froze, feeling your blood go cold. You let out a nervous laugh, “That’s impossible,” you said reaching into your purse and showing your lock screen. “He’s been working here for five years.” The man squints his eyes, adjusting his poor vision to see the photo of San. “Are you sure?” You asked him in disbelief.
He nods his head. “I’m sure, ma’am.” But seeing the desperation in your face, he sighs turning around to yell out to one of his coworker. The coworker stops and gives him a stank face of what-do-you-want? The man asks him if he’s heard of a Choi San working here but the coworker just shook his head, getting back to work.
“Well, there you have it. Is there anything else I can help you with today?” The gentleman asked you as your heart dropped.
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You slammed that door open as you rushed out, fumbling with your car keys in hand as you made your way to the car. You slammed your car door shut as you gripped onto the steering wheel, “What the fuck is going on?” You asked yourself, with a shaky breath, hearing a high pitch ringing in your ears.
You looked at your purse that was still clinging onto your arm. You quickly opened it, rummaging through it as you searched for your phone, messing up password multiple times as you rushed to unlock it making you groan in frustration.
“Come on come on.” You whispered to yourself as you dialed his number waiting for him to pick up but it went straight to voicemail. “Fuck!” You screamed out as you threw your phone on the dashboard.
You leaned your face into your hands, feeling anger and confusion swimming in your mind. Are you going insane? What the fuck does this man mean that he’s never heard of a Choi San? You start to get flashbacks of when you dropped him off, him literally coming out of the shop, having lunch with him right outside on the benches— Just what in the fuck is going on?
Fuck this. You backed out and drove to the police station. You knew San like that back of your hand. From small details such as calling or texting, even if he doesn’t do it in the moment, he NEVER forgets. And now you’re being told that he has never worked there? For the past five years? Bullshit. Something bad is happening and you sure as hell aren’t going to waste anymore time.
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You were spaced out thinking about the whereabouts of San as you sat in-front of a desk, waiting for an officer. You gnawed on your lower lip, bouncing your leg rapidly from the nerves. “Miss Y/N?” Your head snapped to the side to see a female officer approaching you with a comforting smile and water.
You stood up and shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Officer Lee.” She gestures to the seat you were in, “Please, sit.” She places the cup in front of you, mumbling a thank you to her as you took a sip of water.
“Thank you so much for meeting with me.” You tell her as you adjust yourself in the seat. “I just didn’t know what else to do and I just- I don’t-“ you felt overwhelmed, losing your words.
She reaches over the table and places a comforting hand on yours. “It’s okay. You did the right thing by coming here.” She smiles once more, removing her hand to grab a pen and opening her notepad. “Why don’t we break down your day today. From when you woke up to now.”
You nodded as you inhaled and exhale. You quickly got to work. You told her how you woke up and he wasn’t home, how he’s basically irresponsible with his phone, how his job all of a sudden tells you that he doesn’t work there. You also mentioned every single detail of San. From his hair to physique, his full name, date of birth, no family, all of his habits, photos of him—you didn’t even forget to mention how just last night he proposed to you.
Throughout this Officer Lee was jotting down everything you told her, asking some questions to expand on certain things. “And that’s everything I know.” You sighed in exhaustion, sniffing as you wiped some tears with tissue paper.
“It was perfect. You gave us all information possible to make this a clear and proper search.” She nodded as you as she closes her notepad and placing her pen down. “I know this is tough for you, but I can assure you that we will do our best to figure out what happened.”
You faced down with your eyes closed. “What if I’m being dramatic? But at the same time what if something happened to him? I just don’t know-“
“Listen to me,” She cuts you off. “You know San better than anyone. If you feel that something is off then something must be off, okay? Plus, one doesn’t suddenly not work at a place he’s been at for five years.” You sniffed and nodded at her.
She stands up, which causes you to also stand up, adjusting your purse on your shoulder. “In the meantime, go home and continue with your regular routine. I know it’s easier said than done, but please try. We will handle the rest and keep you updated.”
You nodded and shook her hand once more. “Thank you so much Officer Lee.” You tell her. “I very much appreciate it.” And with that you made your way out the station, pushing the door as you stepped out into the breezy night. You entered your car and leaned your head back, feeling a sob coming out once more. Where did you go, San?
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Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months since you last saw San. Every single day you call the police to get an update but it was the same fucking vague answers. It’s as if they rehearsed the same lines over and over just for you. You felt as if you were past the point of insanity.
All you just want to know is if San was alive or not. You just want to know if there was a single trace of him anywhere in this damn world— just something. All you just wanted a peace of mind.
Here you go again, on the phone with Officer Lee, who quite literally has the patience of an angel with the way you be calling everyday—some days with more attitude than usual. “Miss Y/N, as I have said before,” she sighed, “I don’t have anything. I will call you when-“
“When you have an update.” You finished the sentence with her. Today, you just so happen to have that attitude. “I know. I just-“ you cut yourself off as you sighed and rubbed your forehead, walking back and forth in your living room.
“I just want to know if you found anything. Even is that anything is so small, I don’t care. Just anything please.” You begged her. “Like why would he lie to me for the past five years about his job? Why would he propose to me and envision this life with me only for him to leave?” You asked her on the verge of tears, exhaling a shaky breath.
These are all the same questions you’ve been asking her for months. You sound like a broken record at this point, but what can you do? You never thought this would happen to you. Deep down you know the only one who can truly answer this was Choi San.
Officer Lee rubs her forehead, staying silent as she listens to you. She too feels heartbroken for you. “I’m sorry.” You whimpered out, sniffing. “I’m just desperate. I feel like I’m going insane. It’s been months and there’s no update. I don’t know what to do with my life anymore.” You vented to her, feeling your heart slowly break apart.
There was a long, long pause on the phone as you cried. Just as soon as you were going to ask if she was still there— she spoke. “Y/N, listen to me and listen closely because this will be the only time I will be mentioning this.” Officer Lee looks at her surroundings and figures there’s too many people so she heads to a vacant stairway.
You froze at her words. Her tone sounded completely different. “I’m not allowed to speak about this, but I can’t keep letting you live like this.” You froze at her words, “There is no record of Choi San.”
You opened your mouth but no words came out feeling completely confused as you shook your head in confusion. “A few months back, I was able to find something on him. Just a small trace of his location. He was seen walking around town, nothing too suspicious. But,” she pauses. You feel your heartbeat in your throat, “the following day when I went to check the video surveillance once more, it was gone. Wiped off. When I went to search him up, it said that there was no record of Choi San.“ She said. “It’s as if he never existed.”
Your heart dropped, you felt the room spinning. “Wh-What?” You managed to let out, “As if he ever existed?” You repeated her words in disbelief. “What? Why would anyone do that? Why would that even happen?”
Officer Lee looks up the stairs to check if anyone was coming and below before leaning her back on the wall. “Can I tell you something?” She whispered into the phone. She can sense the overwhelming feeling of hurt and confusion.
You closed your eyes, feeling tears falling down your face. You bit your lips, nodding even though she couldn’t see you. “Yes?” You answered quietly, feeling your fear taking over.
“As someone who has been working in this industry for a long time, it can only mean one thing,” she says, “this man was involved in something very dangerous.” You felt your knees give up as you held onto the sofa. “Whoever this Choi San is, he disappeared for a reason.”
“Who is he? What has been done?” You asked frantically, feeling the hairs stand behind your neck. Who did I lie in bed with?
She shook her head. “I don’t know.” She sounded defeated. Truthfully, she did not know. She knew that this was not the first time someone has just up and disappeared off the Earth. She knows that there are some evil deals made behind closed doors with the police department.
“Why would he do to me then? What am I supposed to do?” You asked her choking out a sob as you angrily wiped that tears off your face.
“If I were you, I would leave.” She said serious. You were taken aback. “Y/N, you don’t know this man. He is not the man you thought you knew. Trust me. Please. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened.”
You felt numb at this point. What else can come in and ruin your life at this point? “I will call you if I have find something. Until then, please take care of yourself.” And with that you heard the hang up tone, leaving you alone once again.
You stood there in silence, dropping your arm down along with the phone. The sound of the phone hitting the floor rang in your ears. San? Dangerous? No. It can’t be. All of these thoughts rapidly came at you at once, making it seem like a million of voices are in your head.
Soon everything just went blank and something within you snapped. You went to the fireplace and hand swipe everything off the counter, screaming in anger. You cried in misery as you grabbed a picture frame and chucked it to the wall, watching the glass shatter at the impact.
You swiped everything off your dining table, flipping the table in frustration. His absence only worsen the betrayal you felt within your fucking bones. You stood in the middle of the living room starting to laugh. Laughing hysterically as tears dwelled in your eyes.
Everything you knew for the past five years was a lie. A waste of time. Your laughter subsided to agony as you fell to your knees, unable to control this painful heartache. You sobbed uncontrollably as you clutched onto your chest wanting to take this unbearable pain out of your heart.
Fucking San? A dangerous man? The same idiot who was afraid of flipping food over because he was afraid of the hot oil? The same idiot who would drink water from his hands because he was lazy to get a cup? The same idiot who wanted to raise a family with you? No. This can’t be happening.
You leaned forward, placing your hands on the floor as you leaned on them for support as your body shook from your cries. It hits you in that moment if he knew what he was asking when he asked you to runaway. All that you envisioned is gone, just like him.
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It’s later in the night, and you’re in your kitchen drunkenly stumbling on your tippy toes as you kept your balance to reach into the top cabinet for yet another wine bottle. You finally reached it, popping open the bottle and pouring more in your glass. You take a sip as you close your eyes, feeling this temporary relief soak up in you.
You grabbed the bottle and turned to face the living room, eying the mess you created earlier. You’ll deal with it later, you thought to yourself as you took another sip, walking through the mess as you headed straight to your room.
You sat on your floor staring into the open closet with swollen, bloodshot eyes. You took a sip feeling your eyelids getting heavy from the crying and the alcohol. You placed the cup down, grabbing the bottle and poured some more wine without taking your sight off his side the closet.
Judging from how you heard the cup filling up to the brim, you stopped and placed the bottle down. You sighed as you licked your lips. Well, might as well start moving his shit out. You drunkenly got on your knees and crawled to the closet and sat on your knees.
You reached up and yanked off one of his shirts from the hanger, watch it swing from the harsh pull. You brought the material up to your nose, inhaling it. Though your nose maybe be stuffy from the crying, his scent was so strong. You bring it up to your cheek, wishing it was his touch— his warmth.
You opened your eyes to a blurred vision. No, no tears right now. You turned around and reached to grab your drink and took a few sips before placing it back down. You slowly stood up, feeling the liquor rushing down your legs as it controls your movements. Let’s start with something different.
You reached out to the top of the closet shelve, getting on your tippy toes and grabbed a stack full of boxes and miscellaneous things. But with your wobbly drunken self, and horrible grip, you ended up dropping it on the floor, causing you to yelp out as you moved back.
You opened your eyes and looked down to see that you spilled your drink and broken the glass, “Oh, great.” You pursed your lips, “Glad to see that I’m not the only one broken.” You say, making a half-assed joke. You sighed as you got on your knees and collected some of the big pieces. Thankfully your floor is carpet, all you have to do is wet-vac it.
You started to dry off some of his things but was stopped when you saw a black briefcase with a gold lock embedded on it. “What is this?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you grabbed it and used your hands to take off some of the wine droplets.
You sat comfortable and brought it the case closer for you to examine the lock. It was a four digit code. You grabbed your wine bottle, taking a big swig of it before you went to work on this lock. You bit your lower lip in concentration as you tried multiple combinations.
Shit, you even did the good ole 1, 2, 3, 4. Now listen, in your defense, while on one hand you can kill San, or whoever that man is right now, you always laughed at him for having the most basic password ever—to which he would get offended each time. So you couldn’t help but try it out at least one time.
But, man, you were stumped. Plus it doesn’t help that you were drunk so give yourself some slack. You take a sip and groaned out loud, “What could it even be..” you thought out. You then gasp as you quickly grabbed the case and placed in those four digits. Your birthday. And with that, it clicks open.
You scoffed out a smile, “Really?” Of course he would. “Stop it.” You scolded yourself, shaking your head at yourself. You exhaled, trying to calm the nerves. You slowly opened it, eyes widening at the sight of documents. But these weren’t just regular documents— these were gang afflicted documents.
Your drunken eyes roaming all over, you grabbed the papers out and stacked them, pushing the briefcase to the side. You then start to spread out the documents in front of you, eyes widening as they captured specific words.
You get on your knees as you further spread them out. You then fall back on your knees and parted your mouth in shock at the view in front of you. These documents were filled with gruesome attacks of people, some described chilling events that took place, plans of ambushes, details reports of deaths— you felt sick. What you take notice is that whoever wrote all of this, must’ve been so numb to the brutal killings that were executed.
You then notice a familiar signature at the bottom of the paper. “Oh my god..” you cover your mouth in shock. It was his signature. He did this. You dropped the paper and picked up the previous papers to only confirm what you had in mind. All of them had his signature. He did all of this.
You then turn to the side and saw orange envelope that was filled with what you could imagine more information. You grabbed it and opened it, but dropped it as you turned to the side feeling as if you were going to throw up. You coughed as you felt your throat closing up as you leaned on your hands for support as you hunched over.
“Oh, what the fuck!” You coughed out. Never in your life did you expect to see most nastiest, gruesome photos of bodies. You laid in bed with a freaking monster. You ran a hand through your hair as you looked back the photos you dropped.
You panted heavy as you picked a photo with San standing in the center as men surrounded him all shirtless. You looked closely and saw a snake tattoo that started on their ribs and to their chest. You then had a memory come in when you asked San about his tattoo but he shook his head saying it was nothing, how he thought it was cool when he was younger.
The look casted on San’s face was a rough looking demeanor that contradicts the San you knew—but then again everything did. You dropped your hand with the photograph still in your grasp as you spaced out for a second trying to process everything.
Officer Lee was right. You just didn’t want to believe it. You looked down as took in the gruesome that were spread out. You saw all the violence San created—all the blood, guts, chopped off body parts, one with San smiling over a body. You couldn’t contain it anymore and struggled your way to the bathroom, having the walls be your support as you made it to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
You can’t believe what your life has become.
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PRESENT TIME, 5 YEARS LATER
"Alright, my little munchkins," Your voice full of warmness, "It's almost time to go home, let's start cleaning up!" You say to your first grade students as they in unison yelled out "Okay!" You heard the little chairs squeak against the floor as they got up preparing to leave.
They chatted amongst themselves as they worked together. You moved through the room, helping and guiding them when they had questions on where certain things go. As years have passed, you slowly rebuilt your life. You took joy in being a Pre-K teacher. The laughter and smiles from the kids help shed some light in the darkness that was roaming around you.
The kids eagerly grabbed their backpacks and jacket, helping some as you made some jokes with them causing them to giggle. They were filled with excitement knowing it was time to go home as they bounced in a file line by the door. You opened the doors seeing parents waiting outside.
One by one you watched as they left, the crowd of students getting smaller and smaller. You sighed as you closed your classroom door, stretching your neck. You organized the classroom some more, pushing in chairs, sweeping the floor, collecting left over materials and putting them in their respective place.
Finally, time to go home and shower the day off. You grabbed your purse, turned off the light and headed out the room. You lock your class room door and sighed as you take your hair out of the tight ponytail, running a hand through it.
For some reason you felt someone looking at you which made you look across the street to see a man all dressed in black standing still as he looked at you. You slowly subsided your steps, looking at this figure but with the sun and tall silver fence that wrapped around the school, it was hard to adjust on the face.
You watched as they slowly walked away, your gaze never leaving them until they are fully gone from your view. Well, that was fucking weird, you thought to yourself as you picked up the pace to your car, looking behind you every few seconds.
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For five years you have done all that you could to forget Choi San and started anew. You blocked out everything you two shared. The memories, the empty promises, the relationship you two had—everything. You packed up your shit, got rid of everything that was San’s, and moved states. You changed your number, email, deleted any form of social media and accounts— you name it and it was gone.
To say you weren’t terrified would be a bold ass lie. You were petrified of the things San has done. Most importantly, what he could do to you. You were scared of him finding you. When you feel yourself slipping up, yearning for his love or him, you remind yourself of the deadly things this man did. He has no right to stay in your heart.
But we digressed. You slide the shower curtain open causing the steam to swirl around from your sudden movement. You bring your hair to the side, wringing out the excess water, and then slowly stepped of the tub carefully to not lose your balance. You dragged the towel off the rack and pat your self dry before wrapping it around you.
Tucking the excess at the top to make sure the towel doesn’t fall, you walked to your mirror and hand wiped the fog off. You started off with your nightly routine, wanting to just go to bed from all the exhaustion you had today. But just then as you spat out your toothpaste, you heard a faint creaking of wood in your living room.
You looked at the door and froze, feeling your heart quicken a bit at the sound. Maybe it was the upstairs neighbors. You shook your head as you opened the faucet and wiped the corners of your mouth. Maybe I just made the sound up.
But then the creaking noise comes back. You turned off the faucet, gently placing your ear and hands against the door, waiting for it once more. It’s silent—but you aren’t taking any chances.
You slowly pushed yourself off the door and crouched down to your sink cabinet. You quietly opened it and reached in and grabbed the gun that was attached to the roof of the cabinet. When you moved, you decided to arm yourself as a form of protection.
You stood up and cocked the gun back. Your free hand wrapped around the door knob, inhaling and exhaling before slowly opening it. The creaking of the door opening added to the eeriness of the silence. Goosebumps formed on your skin as a gush of cool air from the hallway hits your skin.
You raised the gun up while your other hand supported it from underneath as you walked down the hall. The mist leaving the bathroom was conforming with the fresh air, disappearing behind you as you made your way down the hallway. Your steps thudded as you got closer, faint sounds of water droplets from your hair coming in contact with the floor.
You quickly turned the corner, scanning the living room as the gun followed your eye movements. Your breathing filled up your ears as your eyes moved quickly to every shadow or movement you suspected was something, which only added to your adrenaline.
Then finally, the creaking noise made your ears twitch and this time it was clear where it was coming from. You pointed the gun to the kitchen, tightening the grip. “Show yourself.” You commanded, voice full of anger.
Soon a man slowly emerges from the dark shadows with his hands up. Your eyes widened for a second but you kept your composure, “Who are you?” A slight shaky tone gave away the fear coursing in your body. All you saw was his body as the darkness covered his face.
Slowly he dropped his hands, standing still. “Answer me.” You demanded, heart beating up to your ears.
And with that he takes a step forward and with one look at the face, everything comes crumbling down. “S-San?” You gasped in disbelief, eyes widening at the sight of him, mouth parting.
“Y/N,” he said in a low voice. Oh my god. “It’s me.” It’s really him. The voice you longed to hear after five years. The person you missed desperately. The person who was your forever. He held his gaze with yours as he walked to you.
You felt your arms slowly dropping as you stood in shock. You couldn’t believe he’s here face to face. You want to hold him—wait— “Don’t fucking move.” You tell him as you quickly regained your composure. He freezes at your words. He is not the person you thought you knew.
“Y/N,” his voice broke, eyes full of sorrow. “Please. I know I fucked up.” He tries taking a step forward. Fucked up is an understatement.
“Don’t fucking move!” You yell at him, taking a step forward, gun pointed at him causing him to take a step back. “I’ll shoot you.” You tell him.
His eyes widen at your words. “Y/N,” he whispers as tears start dwelling in his eyes. “I know you’re upset, but please let me explain-“
“Upset?” You cut him off with a humorless laugh. “You fucking asshole. You ruined me! You hurt me in ways I didn’t even know was possible.” You spat at him. “You left me. No— You disappeared. Come to find out you’re nothing but a sick piece of inhumane shit murderer.”
“Let me explain, Y/N. It’s not what you think.” He tells you as he takes a step forward to you. His heart drops at the way you look at him. He knows the damage he has done. He knows that it might be late to salvage whatever is left but he would be damn if he gives up to easily.
The two of you moved around in circles in your living room. Him wanting to hold you, to feel your warmth and to explain everything but you wanting nothing to do with him as you moved away from him. His voice broke as he spoke, “Baby, please-“
“Don’t!” You cut him off, feeling the hot tears falling down your cheeks. “Don’t call me that. You don’t get to show up five years later and try to make up for all the bullshit you put me through.” You tell him as you two finally stopped moving.
You watched as he cried, looking in pain. “Leave. Never come back. You’re five years too late, asshole. I want nothing from you.” You tell him angrily. There was a pause of works between you two, all you could hear was the cries. Your vision blurred by your tears as you stared into his regretful eyes.
San couldn’t contain it anymore. He walks up to you, making you gasp in shock as you walked backwards, bumping into the wall arms still extended out. You felt a slight push from the gun when its cold metal was pressed on his chest. “I have killed men.” He starts to explain what you saw in the photos. “Those men you saw in the photos have done most vile, disgusting things to people. Things that would keep you up at night.” He whispers at the end.
He clears his throat, “Let me explain,” he pleads. “Let me explain and then I’ll leave. I’ll do whatever you ask of me but please, Y/N…”
You fucking trembled as you let out a sob. He sighs in relief as he raised his hands, enclosing them on yours as he gently removed the gun from your hands. You don’t even fight it, you just hug yourself. He removes the ammo and cocks back the gun watching the bullet jump out, dropping the gun to the floor.
The thud made you jump back, wishing the wall would engulf you and would disappear. Slowly he raised his hands to your shoulders, causing you to look away in fright. You swallowed your nerves as you stiffened a bit, feeling his hands rising up to cup your face, making you turn to face him.
He leans his forehead on yours, sliding his hands from your face down your arms, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips as he pressed gentle kisses on your knuckles. He places your hands on his cheeks and leans into your touch, let out a shaky sigh of relief. Enjoying your warmth, missing your touch.
You stood there as you took in his gentle gestures. No matter how much you tried to deny it, you fucking missed him. You missed everything so much, but can’t fall for this. You removed your hands from his touch and looked at him in anger. He fucking left you.
You shoved his chest with all your force, watching him stumble backwards. He looked at you in shock. There was a moment of silence before you walked up to him and started pounding him on his chest, hitting him as you released everything you’ve been suppressing for the past five years.
“How could you do this to me?!” You screamed at him. “Who the fuck are you? Why would you come into my life if you were just going to disappear?” He stood there, taking it from you knowing that he deserves this and more.
You slapped him so hard across the face, making him almost lose his balance. “Okay,” he said groaning out in pain as he adjusted his jaw, feeling that burning sensation. “I deserved that.”
You shoved him once more. “I gave you everything.” You told him, panting heavily. “I fucking loved you. You were my everything. We were going to get married and have this life together.” You cried to him. You placed your hands on your head, feeling as if you were going crazy, “I just want to know why.” You shook your head, “Why, San?”
“Baby,” he tells you and you just close your eyes not wanting to hear the pet name he had for you. “I-“ he tried finding the words. “I was involved in something that I never, ever wanted you to find out. I know, sounds hypocritical considering you found the documents and pictures and for that I’m sorry. I genuinely forgot to take the case because- because-“ he sighs as he shakes his head, cutting himself off to change the topic.
You stayed quiet as you looked at him. He sniffed, “I have done terrible, terrible things.” You watched as he looks down and then back up to you, “But I had no choice.” He tells you as he got closer to you, grabbing your hands as he brings them to his lips once more “Part of what I did was something I needed to do in order to get out.” He places a kiss on your hands, looking at you. “In order to be with you.”
You wanted to stay silent. You didn’t want to know but your curiosity betrayed you, “What-“ you let out a shaky breath, “What did you have to do?” You said quietly.
He leans his forehead on your hands, not being able to look at you when he confesses. “In order to get out—to show my loyalty to them and to prove I was done with that life— I had to kill very important people.”
You took your hands from his grasp and looked to the side as you covered your mouth, not being able to look at him. “Oh my god.” You whimpered out.
“Baby, please, it was the only way for me to get out of this life that I didn’t even want to be to begin with.” He says, searching for your eyes. “But that was the only way for me to survive. Once I was in, there was no easy way out.”
He cups your face and wipes your tears, “But when I saw you,” he lets out chuckle with tears streaming down, “I’ll never forget when I first laid my eyes on you. I knew from the bottom of my heart I wanted to be with you,” he looked into your eyes, “I did what I did to be with you. I would do it a thousand times over for you. Because I love you.”
You closed your eyes, whimpering as he kept going on. “I left because I wanted to live a free life from all that shit. I left because I wanted to live in peace with you. Listen,” he cups your face, making you look directly at him, “the men I killed deserved all I did. They have hurt innocent people. Woman, children, Y/N, they don’t care who it was. Scumbags like that deserved to be punished.”
He fell to knees, placing gentle tender kisses on your thighs. “I was so, so afraid of losing you that I hid everything from you. I fucked up for not telling you but I was just trying to protect you.” He cries out as he leans his forehead on your thighs.
He wraps his arms around your legs, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry for leaving you. I’m so sorry for all the misery I have caused you. I promise you, I was done. But-” he fumbled with his words, “But someone informed me that they were looking for me to get revenge. To get back at me for all I did to those people.”
He looks up at you, “And I just—… I could never live with myself if they killed you.So I decided to just leave and disappear before they found you with me.” He caresses the back of your thighs as he leaned his forehead once more on your thighs. “I thought it would be better this way. I paid off the men at my job to lie to you if you showed up. I threw my phone away. I had all of my records cleared off the database. I just couldn’t risk anyone having single link of you from me. ”
Your sobs filled the room as you take in all his words. This man who went from your lover to a stranger to now you being conflicted. You watched as he stood up, cupping your face once more. “For the past five years, I never once let you out my sight.” He confesses.
It then hits you. “Was that you today?” You asked him and he nodded.
“It fucking broke me watching you from the distance but please, Y/N, understand it was for your protection.” He tells you.
You held onto his wrists, “San,” you licked your lips as you closed your eyes. “I just- I don’t know what to think or what to do.” You sniffed as you opened your eyes and looked at him. “Why now? Why now after all these years did you decide to come back?“
“I’m free,” he whispered to you, “I took care of everything.” He tells you and you felt a shiver go down your spine as you gulped. “Listen to me, they deserved it.” You remove his hands, feeling sick as you remembered the photos and documents.
He sighs in defeat. “Y/N, the things they have done to others,” he shakes his head, “it’s indescribable. What I did to them isn’t even half of what they have done.” That makes you feel even more in shock. Those photos and detailing was already horrible enough, you can’t imagine what they did to others.
You looked at the floor thinking. Does it kind of make you feel better that San basically did justice in killing bad guys? You don’t know. Are you trying to make an excuse? You don’t know. But one thing is certain, you were afraid. You looked at him as you let out a shaky breath, “Would you ever… hurt me?” You hesitantly asked him.
You saw as his face broke at your question. His heart dropped at your words. “What?” He whispered out. “I would never, ever do such a thing to you. You’re the love of my life. The reason I woke up and did what I did for the past five years just so I can be with you again. Y/N you changed me for the better.” He grabs your hand and placed it on his chest. “This is for you.” He says as you feel his heart beat, insinuating that it beats for you and only you.
“The man you saw in the photos and read in the documents that’s not me anymore. I gave up that life for you. I wanted to change for you. I love you, Y/N, believe that.” He pulls you to him as he cups your face once more.
You planned to never see San ever again in your life. As a matter of fact you wanted to kill him if he ever came across your way. But now listening to him and him explaining, granted he needs more explains to do, you can’t help but fucking want him again in your life. You fucking missed him.
You let out a whimper. “San,” you say, “I hate you so much. I hate that I missed you. I hate that I still love you.” You squeezed his wrists. San lets out a sad chuckle at your word, “I hate myself too. I hate for leaving you and for hurting you.”
You softly hit his chest once as you cried, not having any strength left in your body. You looked up at him, “Are you going to leave me again?” You asked him with tears in your eyes, in a broken voice that was full of pain.
He leans his forehead on yours, “Never. I will never leave you again.” You felt his rough hands roaming up and down your arms, giving you goosebumps. You bit your lower lip—fuck. It’s as if nothing has changed for the past five years. You just give into him so easily.
You looked into his eyes, love and lust swirling around. “Please,” he said lowly, as he wiped your tears with his thumbs, “Let me take care of you tonight.” He places a kiss below your ear, “Let me show you how sorry I am.” He trails kisses down your neck, “How much I’ve missed you.” He hovers his lips over yours.
You let out a sigh of satisfaction from his touches. You slightly nodded as you looked into his eyes. He leans in and captures your lips, you melted into his touch. He wasted no time in picking you up causing you to wrap your legs around him.
You gently tugged his hair as the kiss started to heat up. He glided a hand up your back, tugging your head back by your hair as he trails kisses down your neck to your collarbone. You let out a moan when he starts sucking on that sweet spot. You look back down to him and kissed him again.
“Mmm, where is the room?” He broke the kiss, panting slightly as he catches his breath. “Down the hall.” You whispered, panting as well.
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He burst into the bedroom, both of you still in the heated kiss, closing the door with his leg as he walked and threw you on the bed. “San!” You yelped out in shock. You sat up as you clutched the towel that still covered your body, giving him an angry look as he hovers over you, “Don’t do that shi-“
He cuts you off with a kiss, “I’m sorry, baby.” He whispers to you, gently pushing you to lay back down on the bed, “I’ll be careful, okay?” He whispers in your ear, kissing below it. Bullshit but okay. Nice to know that something’s don’t change.
He sat up as he takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind him as he leans back down to kiss you. You unconsciously roam your hands all over his muscular arms, squeezing them as he grinds his clothes hard member against your bare throbbing, achy pussy.
His lips slowly moves down and stops at the top of your towel. He takes his forefinger and slowly drags it from your lips down to neck and between your breast. He never once took his eyes off you as he slowly unravels your towel. He looked at you as if you were a meal—starving and craving you for the past five years.
He leans down and latches onto your nipple while massaging the other one causing you to arch your back as you clench you pussy onto nothing. He exhaled a sigh of relief through his nose as his tongue flicks your harden nipple. He switches from one breast to the other.
He trails the kisses down your stomach making you inhale and exhale at his trailing wet kisses, making you excited for what’s to come. He gets off the bed, kneeling on the floor between your legs, hooking his arms underneath your legs as he drags you closer to him.
He places your thighs on his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs as he eyes your glistening pussy. His hands caress your thighs up and down. “San, please.” You begged to him, turning your head to the side in desperation as your chest heaves at his actions.
“Shh, baby, just relax.” His hot breath hovers over your throbbing area, making you clench once more. “Let me handle it, okay?” He asks you and watched as you nodded frantically causing him to smirk.
He then sucks on your clit, slightly hollowing his cheeks from the suction as he flicks his tongue on your sensitive bud. You let out a moan as he lays his tongue flat, moving his head up and down. You gripped on his head, using your free one to grip the sheets. The sounds of suction adds to your pleasure.
He reaches over your thighs, spreading your folds wasting no time to fuck you with his tongue. San swears this is the most beautiful state he has seen you in. Screaming as you arch your back, unable to deal with the pleasure as it takes over you.
He moves his tongue in and out your hole, feeling you clench around him. He moves his tongue all around your folds before going back in. He then freed one hand and uses his thumb to rub small circles on your clit. “Shit.” You breathed out turning your head side to side, gasping.
He freed his other hand and sticks in two fingers, curved upward, moving at a medium pace. “O-Oh!” You moaned out, throwing your head back as your mouth parts in delight, “Ri-Right there!” You gripped the pillow on either side of your head.
He continues the rubbing and fingering as he looks at you. His cheeks hurt but he doesn’t fucking care. “I missed you so much baby.” He said in a deep voice, “I’ve dreamt of this everyday for the past five years.”
He places a kiss on your inner thigh. “Can you cum for me?” He asked you before getting back down. He quickens the pace, sucking the lower half of your clit as he uses his thumb to rub the top part rapidly, adding pressure to it.
You screamed out his name as a mantra. “San! San, I’m going to cum!” You said as you looked down at him before throwing your head back. You clamped his head trapped between your thighs, feeling your orgasm building up. You fisted his hair as you breathed heavy.
“Shit! Shit!” You say as you screamed out as you reached your orgasm. All the built up emotions just released in that moment as you felt like you saw stars. You breathed out uncontrollably as he help you ride out your high with his fingers and mouth. Your shaky legs let go of the grip it had on his head as you tried collecting yourself.
He stands up and removes his pants and boxers in one go, watching you all fucked out on the bed. His member was leaking with precum, eager to feel you and to fill you up all deliciously. He hovers of you, getting between your legs, “You okay, baby?” He asks you.
“Yeah,” You breathed out as you lazily wrapped your arms over his neck, “That was amazing.” You lazily smile which caused him chuckle. You pull him to you, kissing him as you tasted yourself on his lips.
He pulls back, “Are you ready?” He asked you. You nodded at him, “Yes.” You whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist. He moves to his hand to align himself, both of you remaining eye contact. You closed your eyes as you feel his tip going in and then him full stretching you out. He drops his head down, feeling the tightness engulf him.
He takes a moment for you both, taking in the sensation. You can’t help but to clench down at him, enjoying this longed for feeling. He slowly starts to thrust back and forth, biting his lower lip. “Oh.” You moaned out in pleasure and a slight stinging pain from the stretching.
He kisses your lips. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He comforts you through the slight pain. “Are you gonna take what I give you?” He asked causing you to flutter your eyes open at him.
“Anything you give me, I’ll take it.” You nodded at him. As soon as you gave him the permission, he puts his hands behind your knees, moving them up to the sides of your head. He starts pounding in you causing him to groan out in delight as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back.
The position made you feel his rough thrusts deeper causing you to scream. The bed frame started hitting again the wall from how hard he was going. “You like that baby?” He asked you looking back down at you.
“Ye-Yes-s!” You managed to choke out. Your tits bounced from his actions as you tried finding something to grip onto, feeling overwhelmed. You then let out a gasp when you felt him dropping your legs, turning you to lay on your stomach.
He drags your hips up, quickly inserting himself back in as his hand forces to arch your back. He smacks your ass which makes you moan out, loving the stinging. “Touch yourself for me, baby.” He says. You adjusted yourself on your arm as you reached out and rubbed circles on your clit. The rubbing makes you clench on him, “Fuck,” he moans out, bed creaking underneath you both. “Fucking love when you do that.”
He then grabs a fist of your hair, pulling your head back. You whimpered at the pulling as he smacks your ass again. You whined as you bit your lower lip, loving how his balls smack against your clit. “You’re mine.” He leans down and whispers in your ear, hand sliding to your neck, squeezing it. “All mine.”
“All yours, San.” You say with the little air you have in your body. You then leaned forward when he lets go of you, gasping for air. But you have no time to compose yourself as he turns you around one last time, laying you on your back.
“Cum with me.” He tells you, rapidly thrusting into you. Your hands reached to his back, scratching it deeply as he rubs your clit. His balls hitting your ass as he tries chasing his high, letting out a low groan.
All the sounds from skin slapping to the bed frame legit about to break added to the electrifying atmosphere. He reaches up and holds your jaw in place, “I'm gonna cum.” You tell him. “Me too, baby. Cum with me.” He tells you as he leans down and kisses you.
A few more strokes and you both are moaning into each other’s mouths as you both came at the same time. He paints your walls white as his hips movements slowly starts to subside, riding out both of your highs. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavy. Hot, sweaty sticky bodies in each other’s embrace. Your hand reaches up and caresses his sweaty hair. “I love you.” He tells you as you feel the vibration in the crook of your neck.
“I love you too.” You tell him as you stare off to the ceiling, slowly closing your eyes as you felt the exhaustion take over, caressing movements subsiding in his hair.
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You wake up with the sun shining in your eyes. You scrunched up your face as you turned away from the light, reaching out to feel San. You shot your eyes open when you didn’t feel him there. No, not again. You sit up straight, looking at the empty spot. “San?” You called out, looking out the door way— nothing answers you back.
You remove the covers off you hastily, ignoring the overall soreness in your body as you walked to your drawer grabbing underwear and oversize shirt. You quickly put them on as you walked out the room, “San- Oh.” You called out once more as you walked down the hallway but stopped abruptly in your steps.
All your overwhelming emotions flushed away when you saw San cooking in the kitchen. “Ah!” He screamed out in pain when a small drop of oil jumped onto his skin. You covered your mouth when you saw how he was standing— body arm length away, hips pushed out, completely away from the pan as his arms are extended out. One hand holds a fork and the other holding the handle of the pot.
Through the sizzling, San heard your chuckle, causing him to snap his head towards you. “The stupid oil burned me again!” He said with a pout.
You sighed out a chuckle as you shook your head. “Let me do it, you big baby.” You said smiling as you walked to him. You take the fork from his hand and flipped some bacon pieces. He crossed his arms, “I’m not a big baby.” He said in a whining tone.
You snorted. “Sure.” You say, eyeing the bacon as you smiled. “You have the temperature too hig-“ You froze in your words when you saw a ring on your ringer finger with a huge diamond on it. How did you miss this big ass rock?
You then felt arms wrap around your waist from behind, lips kissing on your neck. You let out a shocked scoff as you felt tears dwelling in. “I told you I was going to get you a ring with a big gem on it.” He smiles into the kisses on your neck.
You turned to him with tears falling down your cheeks. He smiles at your reaction, cupping your face as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears. “I love you.” You whispered to him.
“I love you so much more.” He tells you. “I promise I will make up for all my mistakes. You’re my life, Y/N. I will prove it to you.” He knows it’s going to take a long time before you fully trust him again, but this a first step for that.
After a moment of silence he grab your chin and places a few more kisses on your lips. “So,” he whispers which you hummed in response, “why don’t we start on those six kids, mm?”
You rolled your eyes, swiping his hand off your chin turning to focus on the bacon. “We are not having six kids, San!” You tell him, giving him a glare over your shoulder. You looked at the bacon and smirked, “Maybe we will have them when you stop being scared over cooking oil.” You teased him.
He let out an offended gasp. “Excuse me?!” He put a hand over his chest. He pursed his lips as he hip bumps you out the way and sassily takes the fork out of your hand. “Watch. I’m not scared of some stupid oil.” His voice trembling through the fake confidence.
He flinched slightly when he sees the oiling jumping all over the place causing you to burst out in laughter. You placed a kiss on his cheek, patting his back. “Sure baby.” You say crossing your arms as you leaned back on the counter.
He then shouts once more , dropping the fork on the counter when the oil jumped on his skin. “Forget it!” He said walking away with attitude which made you stifle a laugh.
He stops in his steps and turns around, a smirk growing on his face. He walks to you, “What are you doing?” You asked him as you stood up, standing with your guard up. He bends down and throws you over his shoulder as he heads to the bedroom. “We can start with one.” He said as you yelled at him to put you down as he smacked your ass. You don’t see it but you two are smiling at each other’s actions.
Synopsis: A cold-blooded, masked king appoints you, a new personal servant. He expects obedience—not the stirrings of emotions to his long-buried heart. Your calm and soft presence softens something within him. His most dangerous dangerous battle? Dressing up as a mere guard and the risk of opening his heart to you because he has fallen for you.
Word Count: 20K. Started: 2022est. Finished: Nov. 11, 2024
Warnings: nsfw, fluff, happy ending, angsty, lots of killing, stabbing, blood, death (none main character), Y/N really can't tell he is the guard, very very sweet lovely dovey moments, historic era, smut, one shot, Y/N gets hurt at one point, if I'm missing anything let me know!
Blossom's Note: This story had me twirling my hair as I kicked my feet and all I saw Yeosang saying "blah blah blah proper name, place name, backstory stuff." How are my petals? I know its been a while. I'm sorry for disappearing. School and work consumed my time. Yes this story took two years because writers block SUCK and ofc school and work. I hope you all enjoy this story. I hold this story close to my heart. Now without further ado, grab a drink and popcorn and read on!
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There he was, the one and only cold blooded king, sat upon this golden with different color rare gems, dragon like throne. Draped in the finest silk robe that adorned red and gold outlines of dragons patterns that just exuded majesty.
His long luscious black hair half up while the down part rests in front of his shoulders. His mask, dark blue with intricate golden designs concealed his features, leaving his piercing brown eyes visible through the narrow slits. His fingers accessorized in hand made green and red jade rings.
The room is filled with tension as his courtiers and advisors, who are also dressed in their finest, maintain a distance around him as they flicker their sight from him to the grand entrance of the royal palace. “Bring her in.” His cold voice slices the silence.
The doors opened, walking in was a guard gripping your arm, forcing you to walk into the room as you stumbled trying to keep up. When the guard let go of your arm, you instinctively fell onto your knees and bowed 'til your forehead touched the floor, “Your majesty.” You say greeting him with the upmost respect.
Your disheveled, covered in dirt appearance made you feel ashamed and embarrassed to be in the same room as him. You stayed down until he gave you the commanded. “Rise,” you heard him say. You lift your head up and slowly stand, eyes remaining on the floor. "Look at me."
Your breath hitched when your eyes first laid on him. The way he sat upon the throne was absolutely captivating. You always wondered who was the man behind the mask. “Why are you here?” His voice echoed in the room.
“I-I’m here to serve, Your Majesty.” You stuttered, nervously swallowing. You felt the sweat beads forming on your forehead as he intensely stares at you.
His eyes remain cold. “I was told that you were one of the few who were sold to the palace.” he said, remembering what his advisors told him.
You nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty,” you answered him, feeling your heart pounding up to your ears. “I’m all alone, as I have no family. They told me to either work at the palace or face a worse fate.”
He stays quiet, studying you for a moment before speaking. “My last servant was removed for incompetence,” He said, feeling the color of your face drain, not liking where this is going. “You are appointed to be my new personal servant.”
You widened your eyes, hesitant before speaking up., taking a small step forward. “Your Majesty, I’m afraid that I do not know how to perform such task properly. I'm afraid I cannot-”
An advisor twisted his face in disgust cutting you off. “You dare question the King’s judgement? You should be ashamed of yourself. It’s an honor to serve the King.” His voice dripping with disdain.
Your mouth parted as you looked at the advisor, "N-No," You looked back at the King gasping as you quickly dropped to the floor, bowing down as you felt your heart sink. "No, Your Majesty, please forgive me. I just-“
“Such insolence will not be tolerated.” The advisor cuts you off as he takes a step forward to you, waving his hand around.
“Silence!” You heard the King yell, making everyone flinch at his voice booming within the room. He glared at the advisor who shrinks under his stare as he moves back to his spot, looking down. “Let her speak." He said fed up with the advisor interrupting you.
The King sighed, trying to calm down his frustrations. "She has acknowledged her shortcomings and is willing to change it. I will give her the opportunity to prove herself to me that she is capable.” He said looking all of his advisors in the room to which they nodded.
You felt yourself shaking in fright, breathing shakily as you had your eyes shut tightly. “Rise,” he commands you and you quickly rise up, looking at him. “Let me make it clear to you. Do make any further errors and it won’t be forgiven so easily. Understood?” he asks you.
Trust that it was a promise, not a threat.
You nodded quickly, swallowing feeling your throat dry. “Yes, Your Mastery.” You said, “I understand my responsibility and will do my utmost to fulfill it correctly.”
His eyes remained lingering on you for a moment, “Dismissed.” He said, leaning back in his chair.
The same guard from before moved from his position, walking up to you and grabbing your arm as he took you away. As you were being dragged away, you looked back and bowed at the King, having eye contact with him before looking forward.
He doesn't know why but there was something about you that had captivated him within minutes. He stared at you, watching you being dragged away until the main doors shut close.
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After the audience with the king, the guard guided you to where you’ll be living from now on. It was a small, modest house that was right outside of the royal palace but still within the boundaries that separates the place grounds and city. Something interesting to note was that the King’s chamber window was in a clear view of you.
After you finish settling in, you went outside to take a moment to admire your surroundings. The house was nestled by a gentle stream that makes a melodic tranquil noise as the water flows by. Bright lanterns that are strategically placed alone a path and around the house that casts a beautiful yellow glow. Watching the petals of the cherry blossom trees, that are boarded around giving a sense of privacy, fall down as the wind shakes them.
You closed your eyes, turning to where the wind’s direction feeling it blowing through your hair as you take in a deep breath, smelling the nature around you. From afar the King watches in secret not knowing why he was watching. His thoughts were unreadable.
You opened your eyes, feeling a strange sensation of being watched. You turned and viewed the window, thinking someone is there. You could’ve sworn you saw a shadow but once your sight adjusted nothing was there, just the curtains being swayed by the breeze.
In the room the King had quickly stepped back, feeling a bit panicked. He gained his composure before slowly peaking his head out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of you again, but alas you went into the house.
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The morning sun was starting to peak in as you inhaled and exhaled a deep breath, calming your nerves as you approached the King’s chamber door. You ran a hand down your black robe, a red dragon design outline on your right shoulder, trying to straighten it out before raising your hand to the door, gently knocking. “Your Majesty,” you called out. “I have arrived to help with your morning preparations.”
His deep voice rang muffled, “Come in.” You opened the door stepping into the dimly lighted room as you saw him sitting on a small cushioned bench by the open window, giving you his back. His posture up straight as his hands rested on his thighs.
“Be warned,” he said in his cold authoritative tone causing you to freeze in your step. “My mask will be off as you fix my hair. If you so much attempt to look at my face, you will be punished by death.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” You say, feeling your throat hitch. You make your way to him, hearing the creak of the wood in every step. You’ve heard about the consequences of seeing the king’s face, many have fallen to them. You’ve heard about people sneaking in to see his face, or coming up to him to rip the mask off.
For the longest time, there has been a standing tradition for royals, in this kingdom, to wear masks to ensure their protection and to keep their identities hidden, that includes their name as well. The name chosen for this king was Dragon. It was to symbolize his power and aura.
As you approached, your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of his back. Deep, and some faded, rooted scars were etched across his back. What caught the most attention was one that ran from his right shoulder across the lower back. You couldn’t help but to feel empathy, heartbroken even. Who could do such a cruel thing?
Nonetheless, you kept your composure. You grabbed the brush, ready to start with the preparations. Feeling your longing stare of his back, he shifted slightly in his seat. “Are you ready to begin?” He asked with an underlying edge but stayed calm.
You cleared your throat, “Yes, Your Majesty.” Your hands moved with gentleness as you stroke his beautiful silky black hair. Each pass was tender, smooth as you were able to detangle without any discomfort. Your hands moved skillfully, slow trying to avoid any abrupt movements.
Diving his hair horizontally, you expertly twisted his upper half of hair into a neat bun, pushing in a golden dragon hairpin as the lower part of his hair cascades down his back, tangled free as you ran your fingers through. You grabbed his mask, “Your Majesty,” calling to his attention, “I will now be placing your mask.”
He remains quiet as you gently position the mask over his face. He raises his hand to hold in place the mask as you adjust the strings behind his head, making sure it’s completely secure but not too tight.
When you finished with the mask, you had accidentally grazed the big scar with your finger tip as you were fixing the bottom half of his hair. The next thing you know, he turned around with fury in his eyes, “what do you think you’re doing touching me like that?” he said with irritation hanging off his voice as he gripped your wrist.
Through the slits of the mask you saw his eyes flashing with anger and defensiveness. “Y-Your Majesty,” you say, trying to keep your composure. The death grip on your wrist was hurting you. “Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to cause you discomfort. It was purely accidental. I’m so sorry.” You trembled in your words, trying not to cry.
When he sees your genuine reaction something inside him shifts quickly. He lets go of your wrist, making you gasp at the release, and takes a step back. He closes his eyes, telling himself that it’s okay, he’s in no danger. “Just finish helping me get dressed.” His voice sounded a bit strained but controlled.
He sits back down only this time he remains stiff as a board, hyper-aware of his surroundings as if he is expecting to be attacked. He just wants this to be over with already.
Your demeanor remains apologetic and respectful as you continued with your job. With every gentle touch you gave, he would tense at it. You felt so much remorse, but not much could be done. You take a step back once you finished, “Your Majesty, I have finished.” You bowed slightly.
“You may go.” He said, still giving you his back. You walked to the door, reaching for the handle but hesitated. You turned back wanting to say something to ease the tension between you two, but you knew it wasn’t your place. You bowed once more and left the room.
When he heard the door close, he hunched over leaning his arms on his thighs to support his weight. His mind started racing with all these conflicting emotions, feeling like he can hear people talking to him, sounds from battles—everything was talking over him. He yells as he looses control, ripping his mask off and throwing it to the wall.
He breaths heavy, looking at the mask that split into two from the impact. The once silent room was suddenly filled by his faintly, anguished sobs as he falls to his knees feeling defeated. He hated how damaged he was inside and outside. The loneliness took over him as he cried all alone.
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After that whole disaster, you barely saw him today. You figured he was occupied with his work, not really needing you. It was later in the evening and here you are in the laundry room. The fire on the torch illuminated the room as you worked on his clothes.
You paused for a second, using your arm sleeve to wipe the sweat beads on your forehead before going back to scrubbing the brush against the clothes. Slowly, your washing subsided as the memory from earlier creeped in.
Dropping the brush into the bucket, hearing the clank, you sighed. "How could I do something so stupid," You threw your face into your hands, feeling ashamed, embarrassed. "On my first day, nonetheless."
You rubbed your forehead, staring at your wrist. The adrenaline that was running in you in that moment must've suppressed the full pain because you didn't think your wrist would've bruised up. You moved your wrist around, feeling it just a bit achy.
You shook your head, trying to forget the interaction as you went back to work. "Can't change the past." You tell yourself as you stood up, stretching your neck and back. Your surprise he didn't kill you in that moment considering what he told you the day before.
You bent down, grabbing a wooden basked full of wet clothes by the handles and stepped outside. Feeling the evening breeze, you inhaled the fresh air. You walked to the clothesline, dropping the bowl near your feet, grabbing some clothes and wringing them of the excess water, making sure nothing is soaked up.
As you were placing the clothes and adjusting them to spread out to evenly dry, a young boy who was barely in his teens approaches you. "M-Ma'am," he said nervously as he fumbled with his hands, "The King is asking for fresh garments immediately." he said.
You smiled at him, trying to ease his nerves. He must've been sold as well, so young. "I'll go right now." You say as you finished hanging some clothes, grabbing the now empty bowl and leaning it on your hip for support.
You watched as the young boy nodded and ran away. You looked back at the clothes, checking to make sure everything was okay before gathering fresh garments and heading up to his chambers.
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As his door came into your view, you started to feel your palms sweaty. Your heart was racing with the memory of this morning. When you arrived you raised your hand, hesitating to knock. When you did you heard him say to come in a few second after.
When you walked in, you saw him standing near the window, his silhouette highlighted by the moonlight, making him look so ethereal. "Your Majesty, I have your fresh garments."
He turns around with his mask on and nods, acknowledging you. You headed to his bed, separating each piece of clothing in an organized manner. You bit your lips, in concentration as you made sure the shirts and pants were laid down flat. “Is there anything else you need- oh!”
You yelped in shock, placing a hand over your chest when you realize that he was standing closely behind you. You let out a breath, “I’m so sorry. I did not see you there, Your Majesty.”
But he stays silent, looking at your wrist tilting his head to the side as he reaches out and examines it. You felt your heart racing when he looks at you, “Did I do this?” He asked and then looks back down, turn your hand over to see the bruising.
You gulped in nerves, slightly taken aback that he was concerned. “I-Uh-“ You fumbled with your words, afraid to tell him the truth not wanting to get him upset. “No. No your majesty, I accidentally-“
His eyes stared into yours, his eyes reading don’t come up with a pathetic lie. “Answer me truthfully,” he cuts you off, your wrist still in his hands. “Did I cause this?”
You bowed your head, sighing in defeat. “Yes, Your Majesty.” You looked back up at his eyes, “But it was not your fault. I mistakenly touched you so I deserve it and any other punishment you might give.”
Behind the mask, sorrow was written on his face. His eyes flashing with regret for a slight moment before returning normal. “I-…. I apologize.” The words felt so foreign on his tongue. “I did not mean to hurt you.” He doesn't know why he is apologizing, let alone even concerned for your well being.
Your mouth slightly dropped as you blinked a few times. Did you mishear him? “No. You do not have to apologize. It was all my fault, I reassure you.” You said to him. “I should’ve been more careful.”
First day on the job and you had the king acting like this? He has no idea who, what, why, or how you have a way to make him feel things within him. Never in the years he’s been living has he ever apologized. So what makes you so different?
You two shared a moment before he cleared his throat, releasing your wrist gently. “Just be careful in the future.” He looked away, feeling uncomfortable with the energy in the room. You watched as he walked to the window, “You are dismissed.” He turned his head to the side to tell you before looking back out.
You bowed, “Yes, your Majesty.” You turned and quickly left the room, gently closing the door as you leaned your back on it letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You raised your wrist that he held, still able to feel his touch as your felt your heart doing leaps.
Meanwhile in the room, Yeosang was looking at his hand trying to remember the softness of your skin. His mind was running with a million of questions but the main one was; Who are you to be making him feel out of character?
—
It has been weeks now since that interaction with the King, and to say he has been maintain his distance from you is an understatement. Yes, you are his personal servant, yes, you two communicate a lot but even in the same room as him he feels so far.
Yeosang made it a mission to push these feelings, I guess you can call it, to the side. He never showed concerned for your bruised wrist, but he won’t lie that it pained him a bit when he saw you wincing in pain when you did a sudden movement or when it was in the healing stages how the yellow looked frightening.
He never showed any further signs of compassion or concern. Just his normal cold self and commands with the same detachment. You have seen the side of when he gets angry at his advisors during meetings or when they arrive with bad news or when they mess something up. There are times you flinch at his voice when he yells at them. Don’t even get started when it comes to his army. The physical torture he puts his men through to get stronger is not for the weak. But do not think for a second that he is not participating, oh, he very much is.
The many times you have seen him go into practice fights with his men, to which they end up passing out with broken noses, eyes swollen, blood all over there faces as you stand off to the side, holding his robe, waiting for him to finish up. The many times you have stood in the rain watching him and his men move with practice movements in synchrony.
But no matter how much he tries to shove those feelings to the side, he can’t help it when he sees you. For example, you have become an expert in reading his body language, trying to find ways to calm him down during meetings whether it is water, or collecting paper he has thrown in an angry fit, planning the meals that will bring him comfort after a rough day or the way you stand in the rain and run to him with an umbrella, draping his robe over drench shirtless body, having a warm bath prepped for him already. Just little things to big things that add up.
You have yet to see the brutal side that you have heard. But you couldn't help but wonder, what laid behind the mask. Not just the physical aspect but the emotional part. Why did he keep his emotions in a distance. Do you think you guys will share a moment once more?
The bright midnight moon lit your path as you wandered throughout the palace's garden, deep in thought. You ran your fingertips on the bloomed roses, watching them move from the movement as you walked by them. Coming across a stone bench that was stationed in front of the fountain, you take a seat.
You looked at the statue that stands in the center of the fountain, admiring the how the the man holds the woman in a embrace full of passion as she stares at him with eyes full of love. How can someone capture such tenderness and deep affection on stone. The glow from the moon casts on the statue, making it even more enchanting.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A deep voice rang from the side. You turned to face where the voice was coming from and you spotted a man dressed in a guard uniform.
You smiled at the man, half of his face was illuminated by the moonlight as he leaned on a stone wall, arms crossed. "Very beautiful." You say looking back at the statue then to him, "I wasn't expecting to see anyone at this hour, but I'm glad I have company."
He smirks, "Glad to be of company." He said, pushing himself off the wall. "You know," He said, walking to you, "there's a story behind the statue," he extends his hand out to you, "if you're curious."
You smiled as your gaze jumped between him and his hand. "Do tell." You said, grabbing his hand feeling some rough patches on his hand. Wow, there was no denying that this man was handsome. You took this time to take in his features.
He had a heaven painted birthmark on his left eye, enchasing his piercing stare. The way the moonlight defined his cheekbones, giving him a sharp look. His eyes, for some reason, looked familiar but also striking.
He gives you a small twirl, making your heart leap at the gesture. He places your hand on his arm as he guides the way through the garden. "Well, this statue represents a love story from many, many years ago," he starts off, "The couple were from different social classes, much of the tales of forbidden lovers."
You stared at him in curiosity, his voice entrancing. "They met in this very garden, in secret, away from prying eyes of the palace, society," He said, grabbing your arm pulling you down in some bushes, "Everybody." It was in perfect timing because a guard walks by, looking side to side making sure the coast is clear, oblivious to you two.
When he sees him out of sight he goes on, "The woman came from the royal family, a noblewoman bounded to another man," he says, holding your arms, helping you get up, "While the man she truly loved was a no one, dirt poor, mere gardener."
You're so captivated by the story, you stare at him in awe. He goes on guiding you both on the path from before, "They were so deeply in love, felt like just them two in the whole universe. But from the start..." he paused in the story, looking at you watching your eyes full of curiosity, "There relationship was cursed."
You gasped slightly, eyes widened at the sentence, "No." you said fully engrossed into the story.
The man chuckled at your reaction, liking how your reacting. "But despite all the odds that came at them, they never gave up on one another, still visiting each other in the garden." he said.
No words can describe the way your heart is feeling as you watched him passionately describe the story. He finally stops, turning you as he slowly one by one takes your hands into his, "One night they decided to runaway together." he looks down with a hint of sadness, "But fate was not kind as they were discovered. Everyone saying their love deemed a threat."
He then turns you to face the fountain, your eyes widening at the sight. "They were separated and never saw each other again." He whispered in your ear, behind you. The angle he put you in brought the beauty out of the statue in its most perfect form. The garden surrounded the statue while the full moon shined behind the figure which was breathtaking.
But you couldn't help but to feel heartbroken for the couple. "That's so tragic. I can't fathom the pain they must've gone through." you said, processing the story.
"It is," he says, getting in front of you as he smells a rose he had plucked from a nearby bush. "The king at the time authorized this statue as a tribute to their love." He said placing it in your hair, "A reminder that love can leave a lasting impact."
You felt butterflies in your stomach, seeing him now take position of the statue with the moon behind him now. He looked like he was spotlight of the garden. "May I be honored to know the name of the enchanting lady who has captivated my heart this evening?" he asks, smirking.
You felt yourself blushing as chuckled at him, "I'm Y/N," you said, blushing a bit. "And who might you be?"
He stays silent as he gives you a smile, “if you return, then I’ll give you my name.” He grabs your hand and places a tender kiss, “Until then I must take my leave.”
You felt a bit frustrated with him mystery man, but you couldn’t help but to feel excited to see him again. You watched as he walked away, “W-Wait!” You called out to him and you reached your hand out to stop him, “When will I see you again? When do I come back?”
“You’ll know.” He said as he winks at you, smirking before leaving. You placed a hand on your hip, feeling frustrated even more, “Well, that doesn’t help.” You said out loud to yourself. You then grabbed the rose in your hair and smiled at it as you smelled it, walking home.
—
Meanwhile quicken steps can be heard against the floor as they made steps to the King’s chamber. The door opens and shuts in a hurry as Yeosang leans his back against the door, trying to catch his breath.
He then looks at the window, pushing himself off the door as he makes his way to it. He peaks out to and catches a glimpse of you admiring the rose in your hand as you sat upon the steps of your house. You smelled it once more before breaking out into a smile, feeling a giddy inside.
He watches you get up and head inside for the night. He sighs as he moves to his bed and sits at the edge of it. What compelled him to dress up as a guard and talk to you in such ways he never imagined he could do was beyond him. You captured him and he wants to figure out why he had fond feelings for you.
He feels a sense of anticipation, wanting to see again but as himself as Yeosang, not as the King. You consumed his thoughts. From the way you touched him with tenderness to the way you carry yourself with effortless grace. He laid down on the bed, looking up to the ceiling. "What am I doing?" he spoke to himself.
—
The soft sunlight casted on your skin, your eyes squinted as the sun shines brightly while you walked alongside the King and his guards, roaming around in the city. You took in the scene before you as vendors called to bystanders to try out or look at what they were selling. The sound of children laughing and running as they played with their friends through the crowds while the rest of the town-folks went about their day.
You then spotted a couple who were laughing together as they held hands, looking at the stalls full of jewelry. It reminded you of the mystery man from the garden, that you have yet to see again. Partly because you have just been so busy with your responsibilities and you’ve just been so exhausted.
It has been a couple of days since you last saw him, hopefully he doesn’t think anything bad of you since you haven’t gone back. You can’t help but let out a soft chuckle when you picture him telling you the story. “Something on your mind?” You heard the King ask you making you jump out of your thoughts.
Yeosang had noticed the way you stared at the couple, making you lose yourself in thought. He matched your pace in walking so he can spark a conversation. “Oh,” you smiled, “It’s nothing, Your Majesty.” You tell him, shaking your head.
“Interesting.” He said, as he waved back at the people who bowed and waved at him. Despite his cold demeanor and angry side, he truly cared for his people, wanting to ensure the best for them. “This nothing has you smiling.”
You bit your lower lip, biting back a smile as you felt butterflies in your stomach. “Yes indeed.” You say softly, looking down. “He does.” You whispered that part yourself but Yeosang heard it. He felt his heart flutter at your words.
The silence takes over you two. Still lost in your thoughts, you fail to notice children, who sneakily ran through the guards to approach you. You felt a tug on your shirt, causing you to look down, “Hi there,” you smiled, kneeling down to their height, “how can I help you?”
They looked at each other giggling then back at you, handing you a toy inviting you to play. “Oh, wow!” You gasped in admiration. You looked at the King who nodded his head in approval. “Stay with her, keep her safe.” The King ordered two guards who stood by you as you played with the kids. You couldn’t help but to smile as you played with them, taking in this moment of happiness.
Yeosang went ahead, looking at the stalls, seeing what the vender’s were selling. He then sees a table full of beautifully crafted hairpins, captivated by the designs and gems gleaming as the sun shines over them. When he approached, he saw the owner, an old lady, struggling to get up to greet him. “Please.” He held his hand up to stop her.
She smiles as he bows as best as she can, “Your Majesty,” she said softly, adjusting herself in her seat. “It is an honor. How may I serve you?” She asked, gesturing at her table with her hand.
He doesn’t reply just yet. Instead, he gazed at the variety of hairpins laid out in front of him. He can tell that each piece was delicately and intricately made. “These are beautiful.” He spoke as he looks at her, “Did you craft them yourself?”
She hums at him, smiling. “Yes, all handmade your Majesty. Thank you.” She watched as his eyes roamed all over until his eyes landed on a beautiful red rose hairpin. Behind the mask, his mouth opens in awe as he grabs it, examining the beauty of it. This is the one for you.
It was the perfect replica of the rose he gave you that night. He then turns to look at you in the distance, watching you tickling the kids as they fall into your embrace, full of laughter. He’s mesmerized at how your beauty shines more when you laugh. Behind the mask, he smiles at the sight of you.
“My husband use to look at me like that.” The old lady said full of warmth and nostalgia as she looks between you and him.
His eyes widened as he turned to look at her in shock, “W-What do you mean?” He said, stuttering feeling as he was caught red handed. Was it that obvious?
She chuckled gently, “Your Majesty, forgive me,” she said leaning forward causing him to lean in as well, “No mask can hide the eyes of love. Not even the coldest exterior can conceal what the heart truly feels.”
He lets out a low laugh, which makes the old lady be in shock before laughing with him. The cold king can laugh? “There is something about her that calls to me.” He tells her, feeling happy he can let this out of his chest. “Thank you for your wisdom and courage. Not many can talk to me in that way. It’s rare to find someone who can see so clear.”
He hands her the pin. “I would like to purchase this one.” He tells her and she grabs it as she wraps in a red handkerchief. “How much will it be?”
She shook her head, holding her hand out to stop him. “Free of charge. Anything for you, your Majesty.” She hands it to him, smiling.
“How much is it-“
“Young man-“
“Young man? You know I am the King, correct?”
“I am older than you. Respect the elders, correct?” The woman hits back at him. No one would ever speak to the King like this but he likes how she treats him as if that’s her grandson.
He tilts his head to the side as if saying try me as he extends his hand out signaling for his guard to give him the pouch full of coins. He places the pouch on the table, pushing it closer to her. “All yours.” He said, smirking behind the mask.
She looked at the pouch and gasped at the kind gesture. There was no way she felt comfortable taking that amount of money, “Your Majesty-“
“Please. You work so hard, you deserve it. Besides, it’s been a while since I was scolded like how my grandmother did. You remind me of her.” He said as he tucked the handkerchief away in his robe, making sure it’s safe.
She bowed and repeatedly thanked him as he walked away. He walked to your direction, watching your rise up from your feet, dusting off the dirt from your pants and hands as the children scampered off. Your face radiating a glow from the brief interaction with the kids. “The children really enjoyed your company.” He chimed in as you walked alongside him, feeling a huge shift in his demeanor, seeming more relaxed.
You looked at him with a smile, fucking some hair behind your ear, “Oh, they were just delightful.” You said, “I enjoyed spending my time with them.”
“It was a beautiful sight.” He mumbled to himself, looking ahead.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “I’m sorry your Majesty, did you say something?” You asked him.
He shook his head and let the silence take over once more. You didn’t question him. But behind the mask he was sweating bullets. Did he really speak his thoughts out loud?
—
It was getting late, deeming it time to go back to the palace. The King had mentioned it to the guards that it was time to leave, but in reality Yeosang has been wanting to see you again in the garden, in hopes of giving you your gift.
Just as you all were about to leave, a sudden commotion erupted. Everyone within the group froze, turning around quickly to examine what was happening. You see fellow townsfolk staring at where the sound was coming from but soon shifted to them running away as a group of masked men dressed in black charged through the stalls.
They were jumping on the stalls, smashing goods, overturning stalls in their path—panic was surging quickly as the crowd started to push one another to leave the scene as terrified screams radiated from them. You frantically looked around, watching people pass you as the guards tightened the circle around the king and you.
You felt the once relaxed demeanor shift into a protective one as the King grabs your arm, holding you close behind him. His eyes darkened when he sees the incoming masked men, “Y/N,” his voice rang in your ears, “stand behind me.”
You nodded, trembling in fright. “Yes your Majesty.” The sounds of the swords unsheathing made you more into a nervous wreck. Soon enough the king’s guard stepped into action, hearing the clashing of swords as you heard yelling from both sides.
One assailant stepped up to the king, which instinctively caused you to take a step back, trying to rip the King’s mask off his face. Your eyes widened at the action making you gasp as you covered your mouth with your hand.
The king was faster than him. He sidesteps, grabbing the man’s stretched out arm, giving it a twist and forced it upwards. A nasty pop sounded in his arm causing the man to scream in agony. Yeosang shoved him to the floor, turning to fight another attacker.
Without hesitation, he leaped into action using hand to hand combat skills, bringing down enemies. The precision and strength he had was able to tackle many of them down, one after another. You slowly backed away from them, scared to be caught up in the middle.
You then bumped into something, causing you to turn around to see an assailant, tilting his head side to side, almost as if a snake in trance, wondering what he is doing to do to you. You wasted no time turning to run away, but he was fast. He grabbed a fist full of your hair as he dragged you down to the floor, dragging you by your hair.
You held your hands onto his wrist, screaming in pain as your scalp burned. “Let me go!” You yelled at to him as you tried slapping or punching his hand. He roughly lets go as he gets on top of you, backhanding you causing you to slightly lose your consciousness as you felt the corner of your lip bleed by the impact.
You looked to the side, seeing the king fighting as your vision gets blurred. You then feel the weight of the attacker on you as he placed his hands on your neck, starting to choke you out. “Please..” you whispered with whatever breath you had left.
You clawed his hands in struggled desperation. Panic surged through you as your vision blacked out little by little as your fighting is subsiding slowly. Amidst in his own fight, from the corner of his eye Yeosang saw what was happening to you. His heart was racing when he saw your hands drop, closing your eyes. Something within him exploded at that sight as he quickly dispatched the guy he was grapping with, twisting the man’s neck as he killed him.
Yeosang takes out a blade he keeps hidden within his robe and in a swift motion and precise throw, he hurls it to the back of the head of the attacker. He watched as the attacker stiffens and then falls on top of you as blood spews from the back of his head.
Yeosang quickly runs to you, shoving the man off of you as he holds you in his embrace. “Y/N,” he said, tapping with some force on your face to wake you up, “Come on, wake up, wake up,” his voice trembled with fear, “please, Y/N. Wake up..”
You then shot your eyes open, gasping in shock as your hands shot out keep pushing the man off of you but he wasn’t there anymore. Your throat felt raw and burned as you coughed. You felt a hand on your face causing you to jump in fright as you shoved them off of you. “Hey, Y/N it’s okay!” You heard a familiar voice. “Y/N, it’s me.”
You looked at the king in fright. “Your Majesty-What-,” you cut yourself off as you looked around, “What happened?” You asked him as you looked down at your blood stained clothes and the dead body with the blade behind its head. “Oh my god.” You gasped as you looked away.
“Look at me, Y/N,” the King helps you up as he cups your face, “You’re okay.” He reassured you as you nodded at his words, feeling dizzy as you tried looking into his eyes. “It’s over. It’s over.” He cleans up your fallen tears, you didn’t even notice you were crying, with his thumbs. “It’s over.” He tells you once more.
His guards were able to take control of the situation. The danger was finally over, but the encounter had left a mark on everyone. “Call for more guards, we are going to clean up this whole mess, aid those who got hurt. Imprison all the assailants, I’ll handle the rest in there.” He told his guards, his eyes never leaving your face as you looked at your surroundings. In unison bowed, giving a strong yes sir.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said as you nodded at him as you walked back to the palace, hand placed on your back as he guided you. He’s going to take care of you right now, forget the responsibilities you two hold right now.
—
The dimly lit prison was heavy with tension as the sounds of the assailants muffled whimpering, groans of pains filled the ears of everyone in the room. You watched as they trembled in fear, faces now in display with swollen, bloody, beaten up features as all the mouths were gagged with a black cloth while others cold dead on the floor.
You said that you never saw the brutal side of the king tonight was the night that changed everything. Surrounding the room were the palace guards that were holding stern faces, barely illuminated by the flickering torchlights as they stood in the position of attention. You stood in the middle, up against the wall away from the king and the prisoners, watching how he slowly removes his regal robe as he approached the weapons table.
You swallowed nervously, looking down feeling afraid of what he’s going to do next. He dropped his blood stained silk robe on the floor, reaching for a rag on the table to dry off his hands full of blood. His back scars on display for everyone to see. His arms reach over to grab a knife, getting lost in thought as he moves it around, watching it gleam from the light.
You slowly lifted your gaze at him, watching him drop his arm, standing still as he stared ahead to the wall in front of him. His eyes flickered with void, behind the mask his expression was darkening, feeling the surge of anger coming over him. His people were in danger— you were in danger. He could never live with the fact that he let you get hurt.
“I’ll ask again,” his deep voice rang in the room causing the prisoners to whimper in fright. “Who sent you?” He turned around and faced them, causing them to widen their eyes in terror as some had tears falling down.
As he walked closer, the whimpering grew louder, a desperate plea for mercy. Some shook their head in disbelief as others begged with a muffled cry. Yeosang takes calculated movements, watching them as if they are his preys. You gulped as you watched this new side of him take over him.
You let out a shaky breath when you see him kneeling down to one of them, using the tip of his knife to raise his chin to look at him in the eyes. “You,” he said. “Things will go smoothly if you just comply with me. Who sent you here?”
The man shook his head as he tried speaking through the cloth that covered his mouth. “Shhh,” he hushed the man as he lifted the knife to the cloth, shoving the knife underneath it and he cut apart letting the man speak freely. “Speak.” He demanded.
“P-Please have m-mercy on me.” The man cried out to him as he bowed his head. Yeosang just laughs in his face. “Mercy?” Yeosang repeated, with a wicked smile behind the mask, “Mercy you asked of me? When you attacked my kingdom?”
The man whimpered when Yeosang drags the knife down from his temple to his jaw, not too deep but enough to draw blood, “Please, your majesty forgive me.” He pleads with him, closing his eyes tight in fear.
“Okay.” Yeosang said nonchalantly, looking at him with darkness in his eyes. The man parted his mouth in disbelief as he looked at him with widen eyes, “O-Okay?” He questioned. Yeosang placed a hand on his chin for support as he shrugged, nodding his head, “Okay.” He confirmed.
The attacker let out a breath of relief, guard coming down. Yeosang took the chance to jab the knife into his throat causing you to look away as if you’re going to throw up. “All is forgiven.” He said as he watched the knife slide out the man’s neck as he drops to his side, blood oozing out.
You closed your eyes as you heard the man struggling to breathe. You felt tears dwelling in your eyes, wanting to leave this place. You inhaled a sharp breath as you looked back at the king, feeling scared when you see the king stand up in frustration.
The king has been going at this with hours and nothing has yet to come. His patience, as you can tell, is wearing thin at this point. “Maybe we should try a new question?” He said as he flips the knife in his hand. “Which one of you is the leader?” He asked, pointing the knife at them.
The men shared panicked glances, but not daring to snitch on who it is. Yeosang’s jaw tightened, feeling angry again. But he tried to not let it affect him as he carefully looked over at the men, stopping at one who is particularly shrinking in his spot as he looked down, shaking a bit side to side.
Yeosang approached him as he grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked his head up to face him as he knelt down in front of him. “It’s you, isn’t it?” He tilted his head. He removed the cloth from his mouth but the man was too afraid with fear caught in throat. Holding the knife to his jaw, “Speak. Or should I slit the answer out of you?” He asked pressed the side of the knife into his neck.
“No, wait!” The man spoke out with widen eyes, “it’s him!” His eyes pointed to the man next to him which causes the man to yell at him, muffled. “He’s the one you want.” The man guided Yeosang with his elbow. “P-Please..”
Yeosang smile widens as he let go of the man's hair, standing up as he towers over the man next to him. “Finally,” The way he stood over him like a shadow of death. "Why don’t we start again, mmm?" he tilts his head to the side at him. The man frantically looks all over the room, trying to find an escape. Yeosang lets out a evil laugh that gave you chills down your spine, "Try all you want. There's no escape."
In a swift moment, he gets behind him, grabbing a fist full of hair as he pressed the knife shading the man’s throat. The man shivered as he closed his eyes pleading for someone to rescue him. “You hurt my people,” he whispered in his ear, “You hurt someone I care about.” He said as he looked at you.
You didn’t know what the king was whispering in his ear, but what you do know is that you froze in fright when he looked at you, letting out a shaky breath. The prisoner looks at you, “Don’t. Look. At. Her.” He hissed to the man as he pressed the side of the knife deeper into his neck causing the man to close his eyes as he shook his head.
The anger of him looking at you, the anger of seeing you helpless, the anger of your precious face hurt, the anger of seeing you lifeless in his arms— he loses it. He stabs the man on the thigh, dragging it upward causing the man to scream out in agony. The king shoved him to the floor as he gets on top of him, hand over his mouth, shoving the cloth further into his mouth.
“Answer me!” He yells at him as he turns on the knife in his thigh, “Who sent you?!” He asked once more as he takes out the knife and holding up against the prisoner’s face.
“-ee-in-om.” The prisoner said, repeating the same muffled words. Behind the mask, Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows as he reached to remove the cloth from his mouth. “Lee Kingdom.” The man breaths out, his chest heaving, “The Lee Kingdom sent us here to harm you.” He confused as he gulp, trying to moisten his dry throat.
Yeosang froze as he watched the man confess, the words processing in his head. He slowly stood up with the knife in his hands. You watched as he stood over the man, the lights shining on his sweaty body as he gave you his back, watching it rise from his heavy breathing.
The Lee Kingdom, how could he forget for a second? For years these two kingdoms have been at war, fighting for ownership of respective lands. He scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head as he looks down. He should’ve known this attack was park of a larger scheme orchestrated by them.
There was a moment of silence before he spoke. “Turn around.” He commanded. Within seconds you saw the guards turn around, making you look around in confusion. “Eyes.” He said. In sync PERFRCTION, the guards take out a blindfold as they wrapped the cloth around their eyes.
You furrowed your eyes in confusion as you take a step forward to the King, “Your Majesty-“
“Y/N,” he cuts you off as you froze in your step. You watched as he lifted his head, staring out the prison window. “Leave and wait for me outside.” He lifts his hands and slowly takes off his mask causing you tu turn away in fright, your heart was racing when you heard the men screaming.
The men were trying to stand up as they tried to find a way to escape, knowing the consequences of seeing his face. They know they are not leaving here alive. “I don’t want you to see this.” His voice rang through the screams as his mask dropped on the floor. You quickly ran out the door, the sound of the door closing faded the terrorizing screams.
You ran down the hall with a hand covering your mouth, feeling nauseous forming in your throat. You ran up to a wall as you placed your hand on it as you leaned for support. You felt yourself breathing heavy as you tried catching your breath. You placed your back against the wall, sliding down as you covered your ears hearing the screams.
The screams that followed a desperate pleas for mercy tugged on your chest. You knew they deserved punishment, you knew they caused harm to the kingdom but you can’t deny the fact that seeing such gruesome acts brought fear into you. Especially seeing the King do it. Each scream was more gut wrenching than the last.
You sniffed, removing the hands from your ears as the screams suddenly stopped. You let out a shaky breath as you blurred vision stared at the door down the hallway. The eerie silence makes your skin crawl as your heart pounds so loud to your ears as you slowly get up.
You take small, hesitant steps to the door but froze when you heard the door creak open. You soon see the king stepping out with blood splattered across his upper body as he puts his robe on, concealing the brutality that took place. His eyes never met yours as he walked past you with composed steps.
He heard your slight hesitation in steps as you followed behind him. He can sense how your perspective on him change— he’s now the cold blooded, brutal king everyone talks about. How can he face you now?
He stops in his steps, “Are you alright?” He asked in a gentle tone, turning his head to the side to talk to you. The concern in his voice was genuine, but his actions weights heavily on him. “I’m sorry you had to see that. But it needed to be done. I would do anything for my kingdom.” I would do anything for you, he wanted to say.
You paused in your steps. “Yes, your Majesty.” You nodded. “I understand.” You said quietly.
He inhaled and exhales as he turns to fully face you now. His expression behind the mask softens instantly as he sees your scared state. He sees your bruised up lip and slowly gets close to you. You controlled your breathing as you see him approaching. Slowly he grabs your chin to turn to the side to examine your lip but you jolt back as the flashback him holding the knife up to the man’s chin flashes in your mind.
You gasped as you looked away. You then looked back at him with your head bowed. “Forgive me. I-I don’t know why I did that your Majesty.” His heart felt a slight pang as he dropped his arm, slouching slightly in sadness.
“No, it’s okay.” He said gently, looking down. “Clean up your lip and be careful with your neck. There are a few bruises.” He said pointing to his neck. He sighed as he turns around, walking away from you.
“Go home and rest for the night, I’ll handle the rest tonight.” He said raising his hand to give a small wave. “Take care of yourself please.”
You bowed as he walked away, “Yes, your Majesty.” You stood up and watched as he disappeared from the hallway. You sighed as you started walking to your house, reliving the whole day in your mind.
When you entered your house, you walked up to a mirror looking at the state of your face. Your eyes red and swollen from crying, your lip slightly bleeding but your neck is what shocked you the most. Your finger tips run over the hand prints on your neck as the flashbacks of the attacker on top of you pops up in your mind.
You sighed as you shook your head, trying to forget it as you walked to your window. The moonlight peered in as you approached it, looking up to the king’s chamber window only to find him standing there already, gazing out to the moon.
Your heart leaped when he looked down, catching you looking at him. You slightly jumped back but gave him a small wave and a smile. He nods as you before stepping back and closing the curtains. You leaned against the wall, still looking at up at him. Behind the darkness, there is a beautiful soul within him.
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The next morning, you headed to the palace. You beat the sun in rising as you see the golden hues peaking over the stone walls that surrounded the palace. "Good morning," You were greeted by one of the usual guards, "The king wishes to be alone today." He gives you a small sympathetic smile as he took in the injuries in your face.
You were taken aback, "Oh," you felt slightly sadden that he does not need you today, but you understand why he needs his solitude. "Thank you for letting me know." You said as you looked down at the clothes you brought him, "May you hand this to him?"
"Of course." The guard said as takes it from your hand. "If anything changes, we will come and get you." He said as you nodded and bowed, leaving the scene.
You gnawed on your lower lip as you walked away. You truly wish you can speak to him about yesterday and to apologize once more from jumping away from his touch. You wonder how he is able to cope with the weight that carries, wishing there was something to do to ease the pain.
_
The day was a blur as you were preoccupied with other responsibilities. You held hope in your heart to be called by the king but nothing. The sun began to set as the sky was painted with hues of pink and orange while you walked to the garden.
The peacefulness of the garden was slowly becoming your safe haven. It was a place where you can escape from all of weight of your stress. You take a seat in the familiar stone bench, your thoughts swirling around in your head as you sighed.
"I thought I was never going to see you again, beautiful." You heard a familiar voice say with a tinged of amusement. You looked at him with a soft smile tugging at your lips as you hear his words sinking in.
You rose from the bench as you walked to him, watching his expression change, "I'm so sorry. I have been overwhelmed with my resp-"
"Who-What-," he cups your face as he examines it cutting himself off from his shock. You winced slightly from his movements, feeling your neck hurt. "Are you okay?" he asked looking deeply into your eyes.
You gave him a small smile, "Yes. Do not worry. I'm okay, I promise." You say as you held onto his wrists, looking back into his eyes.
His face holds sorrow as he looks at you. His eyes holding a familiar gaze, "I'm so sorry." He apologizes, but you tilt your head to the side, "What ever for?" you asked him.
"I'm sorry this happened to you." He said as he leans his forehead against yours. "I should've been quicker." He says closing his eyes, remorse in his tone.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "What do you mean?" You asked him. You felt him freeze for split second, but relax as he opened his eyes. "I mean that I should've gone quickly to the king's aid when I heard about the news of the attack. I didn't know you were there." He said clearing his throat at the end.
Your close your eyes with a sweet smile, "Please, it is okay. I promise you." you tell him, trying to ease his worries. "I'm just happy to see you again.", you opened your eyes looking into his.
"Me too," he whispers with sincerity as he looked at you in memorization, "Me too." He grabs your hands, interlocking his with yours. "So tell me," You say changing the topic, "What story do you have for me today?"
He chuckles as he walks backwards, pulling you with him. "Well, can I show you something?" He smirks, "I think you're going to like it." He turns around, guiding you with one hand now.
You bit your lower lip, feeling a smile forming on your face. But then you stopped, "Wait," you tell him. He turned around with furrowed brows with a head tilt. "You promised your name." You crossed your arms at him, smirking.
He chuckles as he looks down, taking a step to close the distance between you two. "Yeosang," he says looking up at you, "Kang Yeosang." He feels a huge weight coming off his chest now that he gave you his true identity. His true self.
"Yeosang," You repeated, making his heart flutter at how you say his name. He extend his hand out and you happily take it. It had been years that he has heard his name and he was happy that it was you to say it for the first time in a while. "Lovely name Kang Yeosang." You two laugh as he keep guiding you.
_
You two laid on the grass, hearing the sweet sound of the stream flowing by as you stargazed. Your eyes twinkled in admiration as you looked at far away lights with your head laying on his chest, arm draped over his stomach. Yeosang has one hand supporting his head behind him, as the other was wrapped around you, holding you tight in his embrace.
He felt like he was dreaming in this moment. There was no way the woman he admired was now in his embrace. He wishes he could stay in this moment forever. "The stars are beautiful tonight," he heard you say as you snapped him out of his thoughts. He hums in agreement.
You closed your eyes as his heartbeat and the stream make music to yours, "How did you find this place?" You asked him, opening your eyes to look up at him.
He smiles at the memory before speaking, "One day, my work was getting to be too much. I felt overwhelmed so I sneaked out and stumbled into the woods, wanting to be alone, wanting some peace and quiet." He looked up at the stars as you stared at him in admiration. He remembered the time he was starting as king, the advisors all surrounding him, talking all at once and showing him paper works, as he tried focusing everything at once but he just exploded at them to leave. He later on snuck out of the palace and into the woods.
"Yeosang," You called to him. Oh, he can hear you say his name everyday, until he dies. "May I ask you something?" You asked him as you turned onto your stomach as you rest your chin on his stomach.
He smiles at you as he ran his fingers through your hair, "Ask me anything." He told you as your heart fluttered at his actions.
You smiled, sitting up, seeing your hair running through his fingers tangled free as his hand dropped onto his stomach. "How come you became a guard?" You asked, wanting to get to know him better.
He stayed silent, remembering when he was ascended to the throne. He remembers the weight behind the crown, the responsibilities of ruling a kingdom, how he has to hide behind a mask for the rest of his life, all the scarifies he made— He sat up slowly as the thoughts suffocated him. "I became a guard because," he paused for a moment, "because it was a duty that fell upon me to take."
He remembers the difficult trained he endured that was specialized just for the King. Those scars on his back were from the time he was told to stay still while they beat him with sticks or whips to build up his pain tolerance. The many times he had to stand still in harsh weather environments to build up his immune system- the battles he was in as he remembers losing some of his men and the nightmarish screams.
"There comes a time in life when you're called to step up to take a heavy role you might not have chosen for yourself." He continues as you placed a comforting hand on his. He smiles as he interlocks his hand with yours, "For me, it was about protection and guidance, ensuring welfare and safety of my people— like the kingdom in general." He swallowed nervously, thinking he had exposed himself.
He thinks about how countless lives that depend on him everyday, putting a great amount of stress on him. "Knowing that you cannot afford to mess up because your next moves can impact countless lives," he looked at you, "It's daunting, but a privilege."
Your heart feels heavy for him when you hear him finish the story. Your thumb caresses the back of his hand. You sensed that there is more behind his words, but you didn't want to push further. "You're incredibly noble, Yeosang. It must be a hard burden to bear." You tilted your head in sympathy, "You must've given up so much."
He smiles as he looks at your interlocked hands, "We have burdens," he thinks about when he first became king, swearing to protect his people, "but how you carry them out defines who you are." he said looking at you.
You nodded in agreement. "Thank you Yeosang." you say, "Thank you for sharing with me. I know it must've taken a lost to share so I appreciate it."
"No thank you for listening." He smiled. He turned his body completely to face you adjusting himself as he gets closer to you, "Now, enough about me," he said, "Tell me about you."
The way his eyes were filled with interest, made you look down a bit self-consciousness, "Oh, there isn't much to say." You chuckled, "I don't think I have an interesting story like you."
His expression softens, casting a faint knowing smile that plays on his lips as he stared at your black robe with the red dragon outline. "Well, judging from the dragon on your robe," he nodded with his chin, " I would say otherwise."
Your mouth parted slightly in surprised as you looked at the dragon on your robe and back at him. He chuckled at your reaction, "The symbol isn't just given to anyone," he said answering your thoughts on how he knew, "The dragon represents trust, loyalty, and a deep connection to the king himself. You were chosen to serve in a position of great importance. The alone say a lot about who you are."
"Oh, I did not know that." You chuckled sheepishly "I guess I never thought of it in that aspect before." You said, looking at your robe, "I've always seen it as my responsibility. My duty. Something I was chosen to do."
He smirks at you, "And that's exactly why your story is worth telling." He pauses for a moment, kind of hesitant to ask, "How did you end up at the palace?" he asked, softly.
You glanced down, sadness taking over, "I, um-" you cleared your throat. "When I was young I lost my family. It was hard, honestly. To be a child who grew up in the streets, surviving on scraps, struggling to find a place to sleep-" You paused feeling an overwhelming of emotions coming in.
He raised your hand to his lips, placing gently kisses on it, "Please, don't worry." He comforts you, "Take your time." He said softly as he looked into the tears dwelling in your eyes.
You nodded as you inhaled and exhaled. "No child, or human, should go through the struggles I went through. I know my education and knowledge is not top tier— as you can see from how I did not know about the robe. As I got older, I was able to do get by by doing small tasks for people. Then one day, marches in the king's guard," You say as you remember that day. "They mentioned that they were offering food and shelter in exchange for a life of service." You chuckled softly when you remember how quickly you ran to offer yourself.
"It wasn't much of a choice honestly." You shrugged at him. "It was either go with them or continue to struggle. And well, here I am." You tell him. He stares at you in memorization, he is amazed by the strength you have. "Wow," he said in admiration, his eyes twinkling. "You're... incredible." He breaths out.
You laughed at his reaction, playfully shoving his arm. "No, no. I'm not. Just someone who is trying to survive life." You saw, downplaying yourself. He shook his head, "You are so much more than you think." He said.
After a few minutes, he clears his throat. His eyes roam around," S-So how is it working for the King? It must be hard at times, no?" He then shoots his eyes back at you, making you laugh. To say that he was nervous and terrified of your answer was an understatement.
"Well," you take a deep breath in and out. You took a moment to think about your answer. "Where do I even begin?" You thought out loud as you looked up to the sky. Yeosang scratched the back of his head as he sits up straight, trying to calm himself down.
"It's very.. complex." You began, carefully thinking of your words, "There are days I feel overwhelming weight of my responsibilities, but there are also the moments when I feel privileged to be in the position I'm in. But serving him isn't just a job, it's about being there for someone who carries the whole kingdom on his shoulders."
He stays quiet as he listens. You put a small smile on your face, "The king... he isn't just a ruler to me. He's someone who cares deeply for his people. He's someone who has to make the difficult decisions with their best interests at heart. I've seen him at his most vulnerable, seeing him make those tough sacrifices every day."
Your voice softens further as you look at Yeosang, "I see him in a different light contrast to how people see the worst in him. People think that he just rules with iron fists, with no emotions but they couldn't be more wrong. Behind closed doors I've seen him carry the weight of the crown, the burden of every choice he makes, every life he's responsible for. He may not show it openly, but he cares more deeply than people realize."
"It's not that he lacks emotions," You say, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, "He's just learned to hide them, guard them well so to protect himself from the vulnerability that comes with showing them too much. There's strength in that. Being able to withhold so much and keep going."
Yeosang was in awe of how you spoke of him. He looked down as he felt tears in his eyes, "You see the humanity in him, don't you?" He asked in a low voice.
"Yes, I do." you nodded your head, "That's why I'll keep serving him with everything within me. If there is anything I can do to ease his burdens, I'll do it. Because I believe in him for who he is, not as the king everyone sees."
He looks up with a tear streaming down his face, "I apologize," he chuckled, looking away wiping his face, "Those words spoke to me deeply."
"Oh, Yeosang," you cupped his face, making him turn to face you as you wiped his tears away with your thumb, "Don't be sorry. It's okay to let yourself be human. Maybe you relate to the king in some aspects, mmm?."
He just laughed, nodding at you. If only you knew, "Yes, maybe." He said leaning into your touch as he placed his hand over your hand that cupped his face.
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Since that night you have been seeing him quiet often at night in the garden. You two enjoyed sneaking around the night shift guards, hiding in bushes or behind stone walls as you two stand chest to chest at times, or how stargazing has become a things between you two, or the random sweet talks you have when walking to his secret place, or enjoying a childish act like throwing water to each other from the stream.
As each day passes, you two grew closer and closer. There was one special night where you two laid next to each other, moonlight casted on you both as you looked into each others eyes. Soon you saw Yeosang leaning in causing to flutter your eyes close, raising your eyebrows in shock when he kissed you. You both opened your eyes when he pulled away. He then sits up and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. He hovers over you as you two returned to kissing passionately.
Let's not forget how your house is filled with bouquets of flowers he makes every time he sees you from random bushes or the flower field you two pass by in the woods. He always walks you home and hands you the freshly made bouquets before kissing you good night and leaving. You feel completely over the moon when you see him and you realize you are falling deeply in love with him.
And here you are once again, walking into the garden, seeing him sat upon the bench. You smiled mischievously as you sneaked up behind him. Yeosang, who was trained to spot noises from miles away, knew it was but wanted to give you a chance to scare him.
You covered his eyes. "Guess who?" You smiled as you felt him stiffen up but then relax in your touch. "Oh, wow, this is hard," he smiles when he hears you giggling. "Might it be," he pounders for a second, "the woman who has my heart?" He asks, causing you to laugh as you remove your hands, taking a seat next to him.
"How did you know?!" You gasped in a fake surprise tone. You placed a kiss on his lips. "Mmm, it was a wild guess." He tells you as you leaned your cheek on his shoulder, looking up at him.
"How are you doing?" You asked him, eyes twinkling. "Much better now that you are here." He smirks as he places a hand on yours. "I wish we could stay here forever." He whispers to you.
"Which reminds me," You say nervously as you played with your hands, looking away from him. "I wanted to ask you something. I-Is there a reason as to why we only see each other at night? How come you never stay longer with me?" You asked him. "Are you afraid to be seen with me?"
His eyes widened at the last question. "What? Why would you say that? That is not the reason at all." He grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him. He sighed, "My love, you know that I have my guard duties that take up my time during the day. And since we sneak around at night, I get worries we will be caught." His thumb caresses your cheek.
You nodded, looking down. "You're right." You tell him. "I apologize. I don't know why I let my thoughts get to me." You chuckle sheepishly, trying to ignore the pang of sadness forming in your heart. You want to be able to be a couple in peace. Like those that you saw in town. To be able to showcase your relationship freely.
His heart breaks, watching your emotions changed. "How about I spend the night with you?" He asks, his mouth speaking faster than his thinking.
You cleared your throat, "Huh?" Your eyes widened. Why are you acting so shocked, isn't this what you wanted? "Oh- I um-"
Yeosang holds his hands up, trying to stop your thinking. "Oh. N-Not like that-"
You let out a sheepish smile. "Oh- okay, I was just-"
"I mean, unless you want to." He cuts you off again. He widens his eyes, "No- wait- It's your choice, but I just wanted to sleep with you." He shook his head as he slapped his forehead in embarrassment. "I mean I want to lie with you." He shakes his head and throws it back frustration. You make him so nervous. "I mean-"
You stand up, "Yeosang," You cut him off with a smile. You extended your hand out to him. "Come with me." He chuckles at himself as he grabbed your hand.
_
The silence had a comfortable feeling as you two lied in bed together. You two faced each other as you looked into each other’s eyes all mesmerized as he had a hand cupping your face. “Thank you for staying the night.” You say softly as you smiled.
“Thank you for letting me.” He said smiling back at you as his thumb caressed your thumb, causing you to close your eyes in delight. He chuckled lightly, “Are you tired?” He asked you as you nodded. He lays on his back, arm open for you to come into his embrace, “Come here.” He tells you.
You blushed, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you get closer and feeling him warm embrace enclosed around you. His heart was racing, feeling as if he can die in peace now. “Good night, Yeosang.” You tell him as you adjusted your head on his arm.
He leans over and gives you a kiss on your forehead, “Good night Y/N.” He leans his head back onto the pillow as you two drifted to sleep. How he wished he could stay in this moment forever.
Early in the dark morning Yeosang slowly opened his eyes. He had to get back before the sun rises. He looks down at you, gently removing you from his embrace. He watched as you shifted slightly in sleep, groaning a bit before getting back into a deep sleep. He chuckled as he turned to your table, taking out a red handkerchief and note.
He looks back and presses a kiss on your forehead before slowly backing up and quietly leaving your house. On his way to the chambers he can’t help but to smile knowing that he shared such an intimate moment with you.
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You heard the birds chirping, your nature alarm. You groaned when you felt the sun peering into your room as you held your hand out to block the brightness. You turn your head to the side to see if you spot Yeosang but he's not here. You sat up and looked around, rubbing your sleepy eyes, “Yeosang?” You called out to him, but he was no where in sight.
You pouted knowing you weren’t able to say goodbye. But maybe you’ll see him later on tonight. You sighed as you removed the covers from your legs as you stood up, stretching your neck as you prepared the clothes for today, seeing as you have busy day with the King as he has meetings.
You then walked to the kitchen to prepare some tea but was stopped when you saw a red handkerchief and note on the table. You furrowed your eyebrows as you tilted your head, “What is this?” You asked yourself as you picked up the note.
It reads, To the woman who captured my eyes, my heart, my soul there are no words to describe what you make me feel. Out of all the roses in the world, you bloom the most beautiful. This pin represents the beauty you bestow. - Kang Yeosang.
The warmth of his words made your heart leap as you smiled at the note. You placed it down as you grabbed the handkerchief, slowly unraveling it. You gasped at the sight of the rose hairpin. You grabbed it, letting the red cloth fall to the table.
You sighed out a gasp as you moved it around your hand. You turned and quickly walked up to your mirror as you adjusted your hair and slide in the pin, turning your head to the slide to admire it. Oh yes, you really love this man.
_
Here you are in the grand room of the palace as you stood behind the King, dressed in a red robe with a black and gold dragon outline on your shoulder with your new rose hairpin on display. Your eyes scan the room that was filled with the advisors, military leaders, and other high ranking officials. The atmosphere was tense, thick with the weight of important decisions that yet to be made.
Throughout the meeting, you stood by him, watching his body language shift in different emotions. The discussion today was about the plan on the up coming war with the Lee Kingdom. You felt knots of fear forming in your stomach as you tried to keep your feelings at bay. You watched how the men in the room yelled at one another as they voiced their opinions on what they should do or what they assumed was a horrible idea.
Many tried to speak for the king which only made things worst. Everyone in the room flinched and went quiet when he heard the King slam his hands on the table, standing up. "Why must you all handle this which such incompetence." His low voice rang. You gulped, wondering what his next actions were.
"General," He calls to him. The General sits up straight, "Yes, your majesty?" He said clearing his throat, trying to make his voice sound strong and not in fear. "Gather all the men tonight. Start their training at dawn. They must be prepared for what is to come." He looks up at the men in front of him. "We are going to showcase the most historic bloodbath known to man. We will make them regret ever attacking our kingdom."
They all nodded in silence. "Everyone is dismissed." He says. With that everyone stands up and bows in unison. The king walks pass you, looking out the window while everyone leaves the room. When the door closes, he lets out a sigh, feeling exhausted and burnt out.
"What is troubling you?" He asks you, sensing your uneasiness. Well, what weren't you thinking of. You were internally freaking out about this war, about how many guards were going, is Yeosang going to be one of them, what if he were to get hurt, what if he were to die, what if- "I sense something is disturbing you." He said turning you, approaching you with his hands behind his back.
You held his gaze slightly caught off guard by his direct question. "It is nothing, your majesty." You shook your head masking your emotions. He tilts his head, a way of saying don't lie. You sighed in defeat as you looked down. "I'm just afraid of this war. The many lives that will changed. The people we might lose." You looked at him, "Are all guards going? I-I just want to make sure you'll be safe." Not a lie, but you want to know if some are staying behind.
His eyes lingered on you almost as if he's trying to see pass the walls you put up. He stays quiet for a second before breaking it, "We will be sending majority of the guards. Some will be staying behind in case of anything." He gets closer to you, "I know this meeting was unsettling to you, but rest assured that I do not intend to lose." His tone softens up.
You gave him a small smile, looking down and back up at him. "Of course, your majesty." You return the soft tone. "I believe in you."
He nods, turning around. "Very well," His cold self returns in a matter of seconds. You were use to it already. "You are dismissed for the day. I will handle everything else from here." You bowed as he walked out the room.
After a few minutes, feeling as if he was already away from the sight, you quickly ran out the room to the garden in hopes of seeing Yeosang.
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You felt the world spinning as you ran all over the palace trying to find Yeosang. You shouted his name, hearing your voice echoing his name throughout the halls, but there was no response. An overwhelming sense of fear was coursing through you.
Your search led you to the garden as you frantically turned your head looking for him. The wind was blowing roughly, making your hair fly as it created a harsh hum in your ears, hearing some leaves rustling by. You let out a choked sob as you hugged yourself, feeling sadness consuming you.
What if you don’t see him before he leaves? What if he was already shipped for training? What if he doesn’t come back from the war? What if— “Y/N?” A voice snapped you out of your rushing thoughts.
You gasped as you turned to his voice, feeling your heart leap in relief at the sight of him, “Oh.” you say as you run to him, trying to ease yourself.
Yeosang’s expression softened at the sight of you as he opened his arms to embrace you. He kisses your temple as he hugs you tightly, “My love,” he lets go as he goes to cup your face, “What’s wrong?” He asked you in a gentle voice, the sight of you broke his heart.
“Yeo-“ you cut yourself off with a sob as you held onto his wrists. “Yeosang, please tell me you aren't going..” You shook your head as you looked into his eyes. "Please tell me." You cried out.
He sighed as he leaned his forehead against your, closing his eyes, “My love—“
“No, no. please don’t.” You cut him off, not wanting to believe it. “Please, just stay. Stay with me." You sniffed. "Let's runaway. Let's just get out of here before it's too late." Your voice broke out into a whisper.
His eyes had tears dwelling in as he looked into yours, using his thumbs to clean the fallen tears. “My love,” he said as you whimpered in sadness at the name, “I would do anything to stay and be with you,” your eyes held on for tiny bits of hope, but it was shattered, “but I must go.”
You removed his hands from your face as you sighed turning around in frustration. "My love. This is something I have to do. I cannot just stand by and do nothing." He tells you, trying to grab your arm but you yank it out of his grasp.
He takes a step back at your actions, eyes widening. You stare at him with angry tears streaming down your face, "Why not?" You asked him. "Why you? Forgive me for being selfish, but why not anyone else? Why must you go and someone else gets to stay?" He stays silent. "What if I lose you?" Your hand clutched your chest, feeling your heart being crushed.
He sighed as he takes a step to you, cupping your face, "No. Don't say that-" He shakes his head.
You sobbed. "What if you don't come back to me-"
"Stop it." He cuts you off with a serious tone. "Look at me, please." He begs of you. "You will never lose me. I promise you, I will come back to you." He kisses your lips to calm you down.
You imagine about him not coming home after that promise. "Don't make such promises. What if something-." You close your eyes, sniffing.
He smirks, tilting his head to the side. "What? You think I'm weak? I feel quite offended that my woman thinks I am not capable." He jokes with you, trying to lighten up the mood.
Even in a situation like this he knows how to make your heart flutter. Even in a situation like this, he knows how to make you smile and laugh. You let out a soft chuckle as you shoved his chest playfully. "I will come back to you. No matter what." He places a kiss on your forehead.
You looked at him as you nodded. "Okay." You say quietly. "I-" You say, cutting yourself off, feeling nervous. "I love you."
His mouth parted slightly in shock. His eyes moved between your eyes and lips as he leaned in and kissed you. He kissed you as if tomorrow does not exist. "I love you too." He said between kisses, making you melt in his touch. "More than you know."
—
And that was the last you saw of Yeosang. That day he told you he would be gone for training. How long? No idea. Would you see him before he leaves? Much less. You really tried your best in not letting your emotions show but it's so hard. The king even notices the change in your demeanor, how you have been delaying his commands or making small mistakes you don't normally make.
When he asks you what the issue is, you just tell him your scared for this war. Which is not a lie. You are terrified of this war, of what will happen to Yeosang, or the king, hell, even the kingdom if we lose. You don't mean to doubt the strength of your king, but you just simple cannot help it right now.
You were tending to your responsibilities one afternoon, helping out with supper that will be packed up for the in-training guards. That is until one of the king’s guard came up to you, halting your actions. “You are needed in the king’s chambers,” he said causing you to look up at him, “Immediately.”
You stood up from your seat, removing your apron, “Yes.” You said feeling your heart racing with confusion and anxiety. “I’ll be on my way." You quickly abandoned your position as you hurried throughout the palace.
The sense of urgency in the guard's voice made you uneasy, wondering what had happened that the king needed you so urgently. You paused for a moment to catch your breath, swallowing to moisten your dry throat, when the sight of the doors came into your sight.
You wiped your hands down on your robe, fixing yourself before approaching to the door. You looked at the two guards who gave you a nod, signaling to enter the door. He steps to the side and opens the door for you.
You inhaled and exhaled, feeling your heartbeat in your ears with every step. Your eyes scanned the room and found him standing near the window, watching how his hair and opened top robe gently swayed from the wind. You took in his nightly robe, all silky white with a black dragon outline in the back.
The doors closed behind, letting you speak in private. "Your majesty," You say as you walked to the center of the room, "You summoned me? Is everything alright?"
There was a silence in the room before he inhaled and exhaled, “I was thinking about you.” he said causing your eyes to slightly widened. “And I was thinking that,” He pauses as he turns around to face you, mask still on his face. “you deserve to know the truth.”
Now you are just confused. You furrowed your eyebrows as you tilted your head to the side. “What do you mean your majesty?”
He takes a few steps forward, still maintains his distance. “There is something I must say," He pauses once more, looking down, " but I’m afraid of your reaction.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, taking one step forward, "Your Majesty," your tone comforting, "You do not have to afraid with me. Please, whatever is troubling you, tell me."
He stares at you. “I don’t think that I can hide from you any longer.” He said making you tilt your head in confusion. “H-hide? What would you be hiding from me that you’re afraid of how I’ll react?” You asked him.
He walks slowly to you, closing some the distance a tad bit more. “Do you trust me?” He whispers to you, looking back and forth at your eyes as he stops in-front of you.
You nodded, “Of course. With everything within me.” You reassure him. You watch as he slowly raises his hand up to his mask, fingers gripping at the edge of it. Your eyes widened as your breath hitched before completely turning around, "Your Majesty." His title coming out reflexively, as your tone was filled with shock and fear.
The room was filled with nothing but your shallow breaths. Your heart was pounding up to your ears, terrified at his actions. "Please," you heard his voice tremble with vulnerability, something that was unheard of from him, "Look at me." he begged of you.
You shook your head. “With all due respect your majesty,” you gulped nervously, “I- I don’t think I can. Why-Why are you doing this?" You stuttered at him as you frantically looked all over the floor, feeling shocked with his actions.
You jolted when you heard the thudding of the mask as it fell to the floor, feeling your heart racing even more. Is this a test of trust? "Y/N, please look at me. I promise you it is okay." You heard him say as he gets closer to you causing you to gasp as you covered your eyes with your hands.
"Your majesty, I don't think this is right." You felt your chest heaving, feeling beyond terrified of the consequences. "We mustn't. For your own protection."
There was silence- only your heavy breathing can be heard. You weren't sure as to why he would do such a thing to you or why he would even bother trying to show you his face. This must be a test, no doubt. You stood still, waiting for his response as you still covered your eyes.
He sighed as he looked down, "To the woman who captured my eyes, my heart, my soul," He spoke in a low voice. You froze. Slowly you dropped your hands from your face as your eyes widened in disbelief, your mouth parted in shock. "There are no words to describe-," his voice broke in sadness, "To describe what you make me feel."
Slowly, hesitantly you turned to face him. A trembling hand covered your mouth as you took a step back, "No.." You whispered at the sight. You felt the in coming tears burning the inner corners as you blinked in doubt.
"Y/N," he said your name causing you let out a gasp. The way he says your name- it bring you back into the fact that this is reality. This is real. . "I'm so sorry I kept this hidden from you." His eyes carried rawness, reflecting the vulnerability he had been hiding behind the mask.
You shook your head as you said no like a mantra as your hands held your head as you looked around the room as if you're going crazy. "This can't be happening." You spoke your thoughts out loud. You watched as the king—Yeosang— take a step forward but you took a step back, “No! Stay away from me.”
“Y/N,” his voice broke as he sniffed, “Please let me explain.” He said as he took another step forward, cupping your face. “My love-“
“My love?” You repeated in disbelief as you shoved his hands off. You stare at him with anger in your eyes. “Do you have any idea what you have done?” You asked him as you watched tears streaming down his face. “I trusted you-“
“My love, I know-“ he cried in sorrow and regret, coming close to you again but you backed up once more.
“How could you do this?” You clutched onto your chest, feeling your heart break. “How could you do this to me? To us-” You looked at him as a shiver went down your spine, realizing that you are looking at him. “A-Are you going to kill me?”
His mouth parts in shock as he stares at you in disbelief, “Why would you- No. No, I would never, ever do that to you.” He lets out a sob as he gets closer to you once more cupping your face. “Y/N please just give me a chance to explain myself. Let me prove to you that I am still the same man you know, despite the title I bestow. I’m still the same man who is deeply in love with you.”
"Your Majesty-"
"To hell with the that. It's Yeosang," he cuts you off. "Yeosang." he repeated, holding your face to look into his eyes. You stayed silent as you looked into his eyes that was full of desperation. He leaned his forehead against you, "Let me explain my actions please. I beg of you." He pleads with you. All you were able to do is nod, watching him let out a shaky breath of relief.
"Y/N," He begins, "From the moment my eyes laid on you, I knew my world was never going to be the same. Time slowed and all the noises in my head faded away when I was with you. I felt human again. I felt alive." He grabs your hand and places it on his chest, "You feel this? My heart beats for you. I would do anything for you, Y/N." He spoke from his soul.
"I portrayed myself as a mere guard because I couldn't risk it if they found out about you while I was in my king attire. I couldn't risk losing you. Yes, I know," he said as he watched you looking to the side, crying as he cupped your face to look at him, "I should've said something but I was afraid. Afraid of being caught, afraid of how you'll react, afraid of everything while doing this risky thing. Y/N, I have done things that haunt me at night but when I am with you they disappear. I wanted to know the real you and for you to know the real me."
He wipes your tears with his thumb, "I'm so sorry for pain I have brought upon you. I'm so sorry for making you fall in love with me, I'm selfish I know. But I, too, fell in love with you. Before I went off to war, I needed to tell you, no matter the outcome of me. Believe me, I never wanted to hurt you." He finishes as he hugs you tightly, pressing a kiss on your head.
You cling onto him as the words he spoke sink into you, crying into the crook of his neck. You felt torn apart with the love you had for him and the reality of your circumstances, "Why must you go? Why must a war happen in order to have peace?" You cried out to him. You removed yourself from his embrace as you looked into his eyes, "Even if you do win the war, you and I will not win. They will never let us be together. They will tear us apart- They will send me away." You whispered as your voice broke, "You're a royal. I'm nobody. We can never be."
"That doesn't matter," He shook his head, "I will-"
"Doesn't matter?" You repeated as you sniffed. "Look at what they did to the couple in the garden." You reminded him of the statue. "We are just like them. If it happened to them, it will happen to us."
He felt anger coursing in him. He takes a step back and kneels in front of you making your gasp, "Yeo-Yeosang, what are you doing? Get up. You don't have to do this." You say as you walked to kneel down with him but he puts a hand out to stop you. The sight of a powerful king kneeling in front of you felt surreal.
"If getting on my knees proves that I would do anything for you, then so be it." He said looking up at you. "I love you. You are the reason I am able to keep going. Your status or my status means nothing to me if I don't have you. I can lose everything and I can live with that but if I lose you-" He clears his throat as he looks down, cutting himself off. "I wouldn't be able to live. To hell with what people say."
You fall to your knees as you lift his face in your hands as you placed a gentle kiss on his. He exhaled as he felt your soft lips. "Yeosang," You say when you pulled away, "I have discovered so much with you. You taught me the meaning of true love, an emotion I never truly felt before. Words cannot describe the immense joy you have brought into my life. To be in this lifetime with you is blessing. I have deemed our love to be the richest thing I have ever owned in my life." You gave him a small smile, "But I.. I need time to understand what this means for us. For me."
He removes your hands gently from his face as he brings them to his lips, placing gentle kisses on them. He closes his eyes as tears streamed down his cheek, nodding. "Of course, my love," his voice barely a whisper, "I understand."
_
You felt as if a rock had crushed you as the days leading up to the departure neared. There was no doubt in your heart that you loved Yeosang. But you were afraid of how the advisors would react, how the people of the kingdom would react. You would rather stop the relationship between you two then to be sent away, never seeing him again.
Here you are in his room, dreading that it is the last time you will see him in a while as it is departure day. You were summoned by him, of course. He stood in front of the mirror, mask off now, as he watches you through it, seeing how you walked back and forth from the bed to him.
He watched as you handled his armor with care, placing it on him with a gentle touch. He closed his eyes delight as he felt your hand through his hair. He opened his eyes to take in your features. The way you bit your lips in concentration, how you furrowed your eyebrows- even with his intense stare, you moved with practice precision.
You turned around to place some accessories on the bed and turned around only to slightly jump back seeing him stand there. He smiled at your actions as he placed his hands on your arms. You gave him a small smile as you lifted your hands to fasten the straps of his armor adjusting the plates to ensure they fit well. As you finished with the last piece, you hesitated for a moment, your hand lingered, slowly gliding it down to his chest.
You looked into his eyes, taking in his features as well. Admiring everything you loved about him. "I brought something." You say the breaking silence, "I want you to take this." You reached in your robe and grabbed your rose hairpin he gave you. "I wanted you to think of me." You gave a sad sheepish smile.
You grabbed his hand and placed it as you rolled his fingers to grip it well. "I'll keep it close. I will carry you in my heart." He said placing it inside his clothes. His hand take home behind your neck as he pulled you closer to him.
"You better come back to me, Yeosang." You said with heaviness in your heart. A deep rooted fear inside you as you think this might be the last time you will see him. You felt a lump forming in your throat as you felt his thumb caress your lips. "Please."
"No matter what happens," He said looking into your eyes, "I will return. Besides," He gave you a playful smile, "You think I am weak?" He asked as he tilted his head.
You chuckled as you playfully hit his chest, softly. "Keep that smile for me." He said leaning his forehead on yours, running a his thumb over your lips. "Everything is going to be okay."
He looks into your eyes for permission before looking at your lips, asking for one last time. You held onto his shoulders as you two shared a passionate kiss. Feeling his hands roaming the curvature of your back, pulling you in, wanting to feel you tightly against his body. You melted into the kiss as your hands snaked down to his biceps, gripping at them as you held on for dear life in this heated kiss.
You two pulled away, panting as you tried catching your breath. "I will come back." He says.
-
The sun casted over the city as people from all over gathered to watch the king and his army departure. You stood among the crowd, crossing your arms as you heart felt heavy knowing what might or might not unfold as the wind blew in your hair. Everyone then falls in silence as they see him appear on a beautiful majestic horse, dressed in his armor and matching mask.
His presence commanded attention, eyes fixed on him. "My people of the Dragon Kingdom," his voice cut through the stillness of the morning, "Today we march, but not just for our defense of our land, but for the future of our people." His eyes roamed the crowd as he took a pause. "This path that is ahead of us is fraught with danger. I know many of you may have fears and doubts. But trust in me when I say the commitment I have to our kingdom and it's people is unwavering."
His continues to gaze over the assembled crowd until it landed on you, remaining his sight on yours when he says, "We will face this challenge together," He said. You knew he meant it meant more than the war. It was also about your relationship. "I will return, not just as your King but as someone who carries the hopes and dreams of each and everyone of you within him."
The crowed roared in excitement, cheering for their ruler as they jumped and threw fists in the air. He straightens his back as he takes in the roars of the crowd. His eyes scanned one final time before looking at you once more. You mouthed I love you and watched as he nodded before lifting the rope to turn his horse. He gives his men a command as they yelled yes in unison as started marching.
You watched as they walked away, feeling a sense of sadness and pride. The crowd around you slowly starts to disperse as you watched the last of the soldiers disappearing from view, making you the only that stood there. You inhaled and exhaled remembering his words. "Everything will be okay."
-
Weeks have past since the departure and the absence of the king and his army hung over the entire kingdom. The usual liveliness and bustling of the daily life was replaced by this harsh silence in the palace. Like many others, you were trying to grasp this new reality. You would often find yourself wondering the garden late at night, not bothering to be caught.
You would walk into his chambers to keep things dust free, switching the bed sheets in case of his arrival at any moment. You would run your hands over his clothes, missing his warmth. At night you would run your fingertips over the note he had written you, or how you would fall asleep with the note clutched to your chest as you dreamt about him.
You would walk into the woods and stargaze alone, hearing the stream fill up your mind with tranquility. You wished upon stars every time you visited, wishing for protection over him and a safety return. As each passed you feel yourself going through a mixture of emotions that range between hope and lack of faith that everything will be okay.
One morning, you heard a pounding on your door causing you to jolt up in your bed. "Miss Y/N, the-" You stood up quickly as you ran to door, not hearing what the person was saying as it sounded muffled. You opened the door and saw a fellow palace worker with a smile on her face. "The King and the army is back!"
You stood in shock as your eyes widened at the news and in perfect timing, the bells rang signaling the arrival of the king. Never in your life have you gotten dressed so fast. You rushed to town, hearing the gravel underneath every step. You scanned around as you saw people forming a crowd quickly. "Excuse me. Sorry! Coming through." You repeated as you passed through and stumbled to the front of the crowd.
Your heart flutters at the sight of the army marching in with Yeosang in the center as he looks bloodied and hurt. The crowd roars with cheer as they seem approaching into town. You see as the palace workers rush to tend to the army and your feet didn't stop you as you ran to Yeosang. You watched as they helped him off, taking his first steps to you all wobbly causing you to grab his arm, placing it over your shoulder as you became his support while you two walked. "I told you I would come back." He whispered with a tired voice as a lazy smirk painted on his lips behind the mask.
-
You dumped the bucket full of warm water, lifting your arm sleeve as you placed your arm inside to check the temperature. You removed it shaking your arm to remove the excess water, "All prepared for you." You say as you turned to him and gasped when he removed his mask. "What are you doing?" You whispered at him as you tried moving the mask back to his face.
He moves your hand away and cupping your face, eagerly kissing you, "I missed you." He whispers to you, kissing you with so much love that you melt in touch. But you break the kiss, looking back the door, "Someone can walk-"
"I'm the king. No one will touch that door unless I say so." He cuts you off, thumb caressing your cheek. You gulped at how those words made your knees weak. He kisses your forehead and smirks at you, "I'll call you when I am done bathing."
-
You sat up straight when you heard Yeosang calling your name from inside the room. You knocked and heard a gentle come in. Your heart was beating up to your ears when you see him standing, giving his back to you as he adjusted the pants around his waist, tying up the strings.
Your eyes then capture the red scratches, bruises that was marked all over his body. He turned around with a smile but slowly dropped when he saw your teary eyes. His eyes followed your sight as he looked down and saw the the markings. He looked back at you, giving a small smile, "It's okay." He tells you as he walks to you.
A surge of emotions rushes to you as you choked back a sob as you covered your mouth, "My love," He cups your face, "Look at me," He tells you centering your face to look into his eyes, "Please don't cry. I promise you I'm okay."
You sniffed. "How can I not be saddened at the fact that you got hurt?" You say as your fingertips roam his arms, your eyes looking at his bruised stomach. "Your pain is my pain." You sniffed.
He stays silent as he takes a step back, eyes locked on yours. You watched as he turns around, head turning to the side, "Can you..." he pauses, inhaling and exhaling, "Can you touch my back?" He asked you in a whisper.
Your eyes slightly widened at his request. Your mind flashes back to when you accidently grazed it. "I won't hurt you." He said, "I promise." You were still for a second before slowly taking a step forward. You raised your hand, hovering over his back. You exhaled as you gently placed it on his back. You feel him stiffen up as he let out a shaky breath feeling your hand roaming his back, tracing his scars, finger tips grazing the bruises.
"When I first became King," He said with a slight tremble in his voice. He was trying to replace the the brutal touches with your delicate ones. "I had to undergo brutal training. One of the training methods was to not let pain affect me during a fight which involved getting beaten with a stick." He explains to you and you gasped in shock. "In order for me to succeed, I had to stand still. No reaction."
Your hands froze as tears streamed down your face. "My father thought it was a method to show endurance, resilience, and emotional control." You shook your head as you leaned your forehead on his back, placing your hands on his waist, sniffing. "A horrible way to get you to detached you from physical discomfort. One day my father got tired of me failing and took matter into his hands, causing the scar across my back."
You placed a sweet, lingering kiss on his back. He drops his head and you feel his shoulders shaking. You moved in front of him as you lifted his face to look at him. "I'm so sorry for all the pain you endured." You tell him as you two shared tears. No one spoke a word as you two fell onto your knees, you hugged him tightly as he cried into your chest as you comfort him. "For as long as I'm here. I will do all I can to protect you." You tell him as you ran your hand through his hair.
For the first time in his life, Yeosang is no longer crying alone. He has someone he can lean on. He has someone.
-
After the moment you two shared, you had helped him get dressed for the night of celebration. You stood along side him as he sat upon his throne. The atmosphere was different- townsfolks were singing and dancing amongst each other, some clanking wooden cups as liquor spilled out as the laughed, beautiful music coming from instruments. Everything felt right. Minus one thing- what will become of your relationship.
But it's as if your thoughts were heard when you watched Yeosang standing up, raising his hands as the festive energy momentarily hushed down. "My people," He spoke, "Tonight we celebrate those who fought bravely in battle." You watched as people raised their cups. "As well as the end of conflict of hundreds of years. From here on out, this is a new journey for our kingdom. Throughout this voyage, I have discovered many things."
He looks at his advisors who offered a subtle nods of encouragement and approval. "It is with a full heart that I must share with you all," His gaze returns to the crowd, a smile on his face behind the mask. "I have fallen in love with a beautiful woman." The crowd erupts with surprised gasps and whisperings. "But this love is not bounded by the traditions of nobility. The woman who holds my heart is not of noble birth. She is a commoner."
You tried your hardest to not show any reaction. You licked your lips as you looked down, clearing your throat. You then looked back up as you bit your tongue to focus on that pain to try and not smile because there was no way your relationship was accepted by the advisors? How did that even happen? You watched as the crowd stirred with curiosity and murmurs. "I choose not reveal her name nor face, not out of secrecy but to ensure her safety. I know her position as a commoner makes her vulnerable and I wish to protect her from any undue attention and scrutiny."
He takes a deep breath as he continues. "The values we hold dear and the future changes we will embrace in this kingdom are inspired by the person I love. It is my hope that this will lead us to a better future where every individual is valued for who they are, not for their status."
With that finishing note, the crowd cheers for the new version of this king. They sense a positive change in him, making them radiate happiness throughout this festival. From the distance, Yeosang spots the old lady from the cart to who waves and bows at him to which is returns a nod in her direction as he turns to sit back upon his throne.
He calls to you and you bend forward, "Meet me in my chambers." and you felt yourself freeze.
-
Here you were. In his chambers. And to say you were nervous was an understatement as you walked and forth in the center of the room as you wiped your sweaty hands on your clothes. You then hear footsteps outside which causing you to look at the door as it opens up revealing Yeosang.
He swiftly removes his mask and drops to the floor as you two run closed the distance to each others embrace, sharing a sweet kiss. You pulled bac with a smile on your face. "I-Wha-How-" You two laughed at the fact that you couldn't even speak. "How did you even convince the advisors? When did you talk to them? What did they say?" You bombarded him with questions.
He smiled as you two gently swayed side by side in love. "Let's just say I have my many ways." Basically when the advisors were going to deny him, he went full berserk mode. He explained how he is the king and he has the right to change laws as he wished, he has the right to love whomever it was, and plus he threatened to show his face but that made everyone drop to their knees and begged for forgiveness. Maybe being ruthless came in hand for certain things. "I told you I would do anything for you." He tucks your hair behind your ear.
"That you did." You smiled at him. His eyes shifted to your lips as he leans in and captures them. Your hands snaked up his arms they tugged the back of his head, feeling this kiss starting to heat up. He backs away, "May I?" He asks you as you franticly nodded, wanting his touch again.
He kisses you again as his fingertips trail from your jaw to between your breast. The slight touch makes you gasp slightly as he undies the front of your robe. He backs up slightly, both of you softly panting from the intense kiss as his hands slide into your robe, sliding your clothes of your shoulders, feeling his rough hands on your arms.
The air hits your exposed skin, your nipples harden at the cold. He kisses you once more, his hand reaching to the back of your hair as he tugs it back, exposing more of you neck as he trails his lips down causing you to moan at the sensation of the pulling and kisses. You kicked your robe that was pooled around your feet as he guides you to his bed, his mouth sucking a sweet spot on your neck.
When the bed it the back of your knees, he gentle pushed you down as he hovers over you, "You're so beautiful." He says lowly, planting a kiss right above your nipple causing you bit your lip. "I'm a lucky man." He tells you as he starts to suck your nipple as his free hand slightly pinched the other one. Your chest heaves at the feeling, throwing your head back.
He looks up at you, mouth still latched, groaning at the sight. He lets go as his lips traveled further down your stomach, causing you to clench onto nothing. He position himself between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs as he hooks his fingers at the side of your silky soaked panties. He took his time in taking them off, biting his lower lip at the glistening sight.
The way the moonlight made your body glow looked so heavenly. Watching how your juices shine as he peppers kisses along your thighs, inching closer and closer. You felt your eyes dilate as your mouth parts when he started to suck on your clit. He lets his tongue slide between your folds before returning to suck your clit.
You arched your back when you felt his fingers rubbing on it, grabbing his hair when he shoved his tongue in and out of your hole. "Oh." You moaned out. His fingers swiftly moved into you as he went back to sucking on your clit. "Oh, oh right there!" You moan out, grabbing the the bed sheets. You buckled your hips up, only for him to hook his free arm underneath your thigh, holding you in place.
You were a whimpering mess when he quickened the pace, feeling the slight burn of the stretching he gave you. His tongue was flattened between your folds as he moved his head up and down, soaking in all your juices. "I- oh- Please-" You couldn't even comprehend words right now.
He hovers over you, fingers still at work. "Please what, my love?" He asked you as he leans down to suck of your neck some more, trailing down to your nipple. The sensation sent you on a overload of pleasure. "I need you." You cried out between the moans. He smirks at the sight of you as he removes his fingers, quickly getting up, undressing himself.
You propped yourself on your elbows, your mind a haze as you watched him remove his clothing. He teasingly took of his underwear, eyes widening at the size of him. He walks back to you, hooking his arms underneath your thighs as he drags you closer to him. He leans down, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked you and you nodded, giving him a kiss. "I've never been more sure."
His eyes stayed locked on yours as he teasingly rubbed the head between your folds, lathering it up with your juices for a smooth glide in. He then positioned himself aligned with your hole, slowly going in. You gasped at the burning sensation, mixed with pain and pleasure. You gripped at arms for dear life with every movement he did. "Slowly, Yeo." You tell him. With every move, he waits for you to give the signal to move.
Once he is fully in, you stay there for a moment to adjust to his size. Feeling tears coming in from the pain and he wipes them away as he kisses your lips. "You're doing so good, my love. You feel so, so good." He praises you. "No one can make me feel how you make me feel." He kisses your cheeks, caressing your hair. You exhale, "Yeosang," You call to him, "I'm ready."
He lifts your leg, wanting to feel them both wrapped around him as his other one supports him as he hovers over you. He slowly thrusts in and out of you, groaning at the tightness around him. The way you suck in him, makes him want to lose control. Little by little the pain is gone and replaced with just pleasure.
You moan at the way he stretches you out so good. "Faster, please." You tell him as you clench around him. "Are you sure?" He asks you. "Do it." You tell him, sounding impatient causing him to chuckle at you, "Whatever my lady wants, she get's." He says as he places his hands behind your knees as he lifts your legs over you, giving you what you want.
You screamed at the new depth of pleasure this position gave you. "Tell me, how does it feel?" He asked you in between breaths. "I- Oh- So-o go-good." You try speaking out but it was no use, you were gone. You grabbed the sides on the pillows near you head as you bit your lip down, muffling your screams. Yeosang loved this new view of you, struggling to maintain your composure as your breast bounced with each thrust. "Touch yourself." He said.
"What?" You breathed out as you looked at him. "Touch yourself for me." He repeated. One of your hands let go on the pillow as you trailed it down your stomach to your clit. You rubbed yourself, jolting in the overwhelming pleasure it gave you. "Yeosang, I think I'm- I'm close-" you cut yourself off with a moan. "Me too Y/N." You loved the way he said your name in that deep tone.
He lets go of your legs, making you gasp in shock with the sudden movement as he hovers over you once more. "Finish with me, my love. I know you can do it." He tells you as you nodded, hands gripping onto his shoulders. Soon enough you felt as if a knot undid itself. You moaned out, feeling like you're seeing white from this overwhelming feeling. He leans down and kiss you as he swallows your moans, moaning into yours as as he cock twitches at his release.
Slowly he rides out both of your highs, laying down on top of you as your hands take home in his hair. Both of your hot, sweaty, sticky bodies, but you both didn't care. You felt as if you were in heaven right now.
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The morning light shined into the chamber, causing you to groan as you used your hand to cover your eyes. You heard a chuckle in-front of you. You parted your fingers, looking through them and saw Yeosang sitting his bench, back leaning against wall with his arms crossed. "What are you doing up?" You asked him as you slowly sat up, bringing the sheets up to cover your chest. He stands up and walks to you, cupping your face, "I wanted to watch you sleep. You looked beautiful."
You smiled at him, "Why don't you join me?" You asked him as you pulled him towards you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kissed him. He smiled into the kiss, "I love you." He said. "I love you more." You responded.
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He was propped up on one arm as his other one caressed your arm, watching you sleep again. He smiled brightly looking at the rose hairpin he was able to place in your hair without waking you up. He throws his arm over you and brings you closer to his embrace. For the first time in his life, he was happy.
Synopsis: Your husband, who was a deceitful piece of shit, unfortunately is someone who is high of status which means danger comes easily. But when Yunho was hired as your bodyguard, you felt something inside of you change. You were fighting with fire trying to explore what this relationship with Yunho could be.
WARNINGS: nsfw, swearing, reader’s husband gets physical by grabbing her face, drinking, crying, yelling, angst, happy ending, unprotected sex, smut, The character Jae is based on no one, just picked that name, toxic relationship with husband, divorce, throwing a object, tbh I’m sure I’m missing some just lmk.
Word Count: 40K. (If I remember correctly)
Blossom’s Notes: Hello my petals! I definitely had a blast writing this story. As I was watching Ariana Grande’s Into You music video it inspired me to write something similar to it. This is a long one so cozy up, grab a drink and popcorn and enjoy your read. Let’s get into it.
Started: May 29, 2024. Finished: July 28, 2024.
“And I just want to say, thank you to my beautiful wife.” Your husband, Jae, says as he smiles at you. The light shining on you, giving you a spot light. You smile back. “Without you, I don’t know where I would be right now. I love you so much.” He says as he sniffs those crocodile tears up.
You’ve gotten use to his bullshit and lies. The whole banquets clapped for your husband as he smiled for the cameras holding up his plaque. He’s a renowned technology entrepreneur, who is known for his innovative software solutions. His company, a major tech company, is getting recognized for its ground breaking achievements tonight.
He walks down the stage, shaking people’s hands, thanking them as he walks to you. He gives you a kiss on the lips, hugging you. “Show some more affection, would you?” He whispers in your ear, making it seem like he whispered sweet nothings to you. You smiled, as you held his cheek, trying to make it a sweet moment for the cameras.
How badly you wanted to slap him and clean the floor with his ass. You two sat down, thanking the people in your table for their compliments. You couldn’t wait to get home, get out this tight dress, and take the night off with a nice hot bath and alcohol.
“So Y/N,” An older woman says, catching your attention, “You must be very proud of your husband.” She smiles at you two as you reached over and placed your hand over Jae’s, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Words truly can’t describe how proud I am of him. He deserves it all.” You said smiling at him. Ugh, please.
Jae cleared this throat. “I’m truly a lucky man. I meant what I said when I said I don’t know where I would be if it wasn’t for her. She’s been my everything through all the hardships.” The way he looks at you and speaks which such love about you tugs a bit on your heart strings.
You won’t lie, this has been rough. Even then that’s an understatement. You both started this journey with not even able to afford a bed frame. Jae was putting hours in and out for his company, busting his ass to get to where he’s at now. It is true that you kept him sane and composed throughout it all. He leaned on you every time he let his frustration consume him and wanted to throw everything away.
Sometimes you fantasize about the what if. What if you did let him give up? Maybe all the money, glory, and fame wouldn’t get to his head. Something within him switched and you could never figure out why or when it did. If you’re wondering why you stay, well, truthfully speaking even you don’t know yourself. Maybe a part of you is holding on to the what use to be. Hoping Jae goes back to how he was.
“It’s beautiful to see a relationship like this.” The woman said. She dabbed her mouth with a napkin after she had a sip of her champagne, “Pardon if this is wrong of me to ask,” You felt the mood change within the table. “But I saw those threats online. How are you both feeling?”
Oh my mistake, did I forget to mention that you have been receiving threats? Due to your relationship with Jae, you have become a target for people who are against Jae’s business, along with some fans of Jae who aren’t too fond that your his wife. But what has your loving husband done with this information every time you bring it up? Nothing.
The other people in the table agreed talking amongst themselves whispering how they were terrified for you or were worried something bad would happen. “Oh, trust me, we aren’t taking the threats lightly,” Jae said, reassuring the people at the table.
You could’ve sworn you hurt your neck from how fast you snapped to his direction wondering who the fuck is “we” and why “we” all of sudden started caring. “We are currently trying to find the culprits as well as hiring a bodyguard for Y/N.”
Your mouth dropped. You were in shock. For MONTHS you’ve been begging and pleading for some form of protection but he always dismissed your feelings. Guess when other people speak he will do anything to save face his reputation.
He gives you a small face signaling to fix yours. “Oh-Oh, I’m just so shocked,” you said as you put a hand on your chest, “I- um- I didn’t know he was getting me a bodyguard.” You fumbled with your words, giving a small smile to the people at the table to save your reaction.
“Oh, what a good man you have,” the woman said. She grabs her champagne raising it in front of her. “A toast,” she says as everyone, including you two, raise your glass. “To the newly renowned entrepreneur.” Clinking with Jae before you downed that drink knowing you’re in for a long night. You can’t wait to get home.
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Finally you two arrived home, no one saying a word to one another. Jae loosening up his tie and taking his jacket off as he walks to the bar. You closed the door, walking to lean on the wall as you take off your heels. You carried them in your hands as you headed up the stairs.
“It would be nice if my wife would give a fuck about my award.” He spat in venom as he poured himself a drink, watching your figure go up the stairs.
You stopped half way on the stairs, making a creaking sound on the wood as you turned around. “Are you serious?” You scoffed. “Your wife is exhausted of playing pretend tonight, husband. I’m going to bed.” You turn around, wanting to just get comfortable and out of his presence.
He slams the cup down, liquor spilling out. You roll your eyes. Oh, here we go again. “Pretend? Are you fucking kidding me? After all I fucking do for you? For us? You’re gonna treat to me like this?” He yells as he spreads his arms out in front of him, leaning on the counter top, glaring at you.
You let out a laugh, slowly going down the stairs, staring at him with a smirk. “For us?” You asked tilting your head to the side in amusement, dropping your heels. “No, Jae, just for you. You’re just a self absorbed arrogant piece of shit.”
That set him off because he was coming in heavy steps, flaring his nostrils, eyes full of anger as he walked up to you grabbing your face. You yelped in shock, digging your nails into his wrist. “You don’t get to speak to me like that.” He spat at you, tightening the grip.
“Admit it. You don’t give a fuck about me. All you care about is your status and how you look on the outside to others.” You said breathing heavy as you try clawing his arm away from you.
“That’s not true. You know I care for you.” He said. His actions obviously say otherwise. You finally shoved him off of you. He stumbled a bit trying to find his balance. There was a moment of silence looking at each other before you spoke.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. Why does it take for other people to speak up about what’s happening to me in order for you to do something? You listen to them instead of me?” You felt tears dwelling up as you fumbled taking off your engagement ring and throwing it at him. “Your wife?”
The ring hit him on the chest, bouncing at bit as it made impact with the floor, not that he cares about it either way. “You know that I was caught up with work, business meetings-“
“Everything but me. You just needed to hear other people talking about the threats to validate my feelings, huh?” You cut him off with tears streaming down your face. You were just fed up with all his excuses.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “I was making sure that you weren’t just you being paranoid!” He yells.
You scoffed in disbelief, is he serious right now? “Paranoid? You think I’m being paranoid? You think it’s great living in fear?” You asked him, watching him walk to the bar.
He pours another drink, giving his back to you. “We are doing it now so what’s the matter.” He says nonchalantly.
You sniffed as you wiped the fallen tears. “What matters is that my own husband who vowed to love and protect me doesn’t do anything of the sort.” You said as you shook your head in disappointment and anger. Seeing that he just gave up on this conversation, you just left and went upstairs.
Jae isn’t even phased one bit. He doesn’t bother looking back at you as you leave, not even feeling a tad bit remorse. He just leans his body over the counter, entertaining himself with the cup moving the liquor around, hearing the ice cubes clank against the glass.
He then suddenly feels a vibration in his pocket. He takes his phone out to see someone texted him what he was doing tonight. He chugs the rest of the drink, grabbing his car keys and slamming the door shut as he heads out.
As you’re getting undressed in the bathroom, you turned your head to the sound of the door closing. You sniffed as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. You’re not stupid, you know he’s probably off to go party and screw some woman. Not the first nor the last.
You watched as the hot steam fogged up the room. Turning to the mirror, you wiped it as you stared at yourself. This isn’t you. You deserve better. You touched your face as you see the tiredness in your eyes, stress written all over your face. Soon the mirror would be fogging again causing you to look at your reflection fading.
You walked to the tub sighing in delight, feeling the slight burning sensation of the water relaxing your muscles as you stepped in. You slowly got in, letting your body adjust to the temperature. You leaned your back on the tub, closing your eyes letting the bullshit of night get out of your system into a peace of mind.
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A few days have passed and tension still lingers between you and Jae. But here you are, standing in his spacious, sleek office, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the city getting ready to meet this so called bodyguard Jae has hired.
When he told you he had found someone, you felt the weight of the world come off your chest. Finally, you get to breathe and not have to constantly be looking over your shoulder anymore. The sounds of Jae’s rhythmic typing filled your ears as you stared at your wedding ring, wearing it just for display for photos. You sighed as your attention turned to the view before you.
Suddenly a knock on the door caught your thoughts as you turned around to see who it was. “Come in.” Jae said not even bothering to look up. “Sir,” the receptionist said as she peaked in, “Mr. Jeong has arrived.” Jae looked up at her pausing mid-type, nodding his head as he stood up. “Bring him in.”
You walked and stood next to Jae as he is straightening his clothes, buttoning up his suit, preparing to meet him. “Let me do the talking,” he says, adjusting his tie. “Maybe now I won’t have to worrying about your safety every second.”
“Since when have you ever been worried about my safety to begin with?” You shot back at him with anger in your eyes.
Right when he was about to say something the door opens. Everything went silent when this tall man walked in. You were momentarily stunned at how handsome he was. He was just oozing with quiet confidence in every step as he approached you both. “Good evening, I’m Jeong Yunho.” He greets himself, deep voice ringing in your ears. Wow.
Yunho extends his hand out to Jae and he returns it with a firm shake. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jae and this,” he wraps his arm around you, “is my wife, Y/N.” He smiles at Yunho.
The urge of breaking his arm off of you is hard to fight but you push through it. “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Jeong. Thank you so much for coming in today.” Although you feel irritated towards Jae, you gave a genuine smile to Yunho.
He extends his arm out to you. “Please, the pleasure is all mine. And please call me Yunho.” He gave you a small smile as he shook your hand. Wow, he is very handsome. Not just that, but the energy he was radiating when he walked captivated you in some sense.
Jae clears his throat putting his hands in his pockets, noticing your longing stare. “Yunho comes highly recommended. He will make sure you’re safe now.” He said in a serious tone.
“Im sure I will be.” Your tone coming off a little sarcastic as you smiled at Jae causing him to force a smile as his eyes sent daggers to you. “It really means a lot that you’re here Yunho.” You turned your attention back to him.
He nodded, giving a small smile. “Of course. It’s my job. We’ll go over your daily routine and set up a security plan tailored to whatever you need.” He said putting his hands behind his back as he spoke.
“Just make sure she’s protected.” Jae said with slight attitude towards Yunho. You gave him a look that said shut-up. “I’m sure he knows what he’s doing Jae.” You spat back at him.
Yunho sensed the tension between the two of you. He was eying your body language. Keeping a keen eye at the way Jae held your arm and you trying to remove it from his grip as he harshly whispers something into your ear causing your expression to turn angry.
“It’s alright. I understand where he’s coming from,” Yunho said calmly, trying to ease the tension. “My only goal is to protect you without intruding on your personal space. Whatever you need, just let me know.”
You nodded at Yunho’s words. “Well, if you excuse me,” Jae said as he looked at his watch, completely ignoring what Yunho said. “I have a meeting to get to. Make sure she gets home safe.” Jae said as left the room, but not before looking Yunho and up and down as if he’s a threat.
Once you hear the door close, you let out a sigh trying to release the frustration within you. “Yunho, I’m so sorry about Jae. He’s just very… difficult.” You apologized.
Yunho shook his head, giving you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. My focus is on you, not him.” He told you. Oh, what was that? Did my heart skip a beat?
You feel a rush of warmth covering your heart with his words, feeling your heart do a leap. It was the way his words spewed sincerity with his intense gaze throwing you off guard. It felt like it stirred up something in you and it was just the first time meeting him.
But besides that, you kind of felt overwhelmed, but in a good way. Feeling some tears creeping in, you sniffed a bit, “Sorry, it’s just- It’s been a long time coming. Ive been waiting for this for a while. You have no idea how clear I can breathe now.”
Yunho looks at you with compassion, “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I promise I’m going to be here for you at every step.” He reassures you as he pulls out a handkerchief for you to dry up your tears. You thanked him as you grabbed it from him, patting your face dry.
“Why don’t we go over your daily routine? The more I know, the better I can protect you.” He said smiling slightly at you, trying to take your mind off of the overwhelming thoughts. You let out a soft okay as you two sat down at the sofa.
You two spent an about an hour or two going over the entire outline of your routine. The places where you like to eat, favorite places to shop, like to hang out, just the usual places. He listens intently as he takes notes, asking questions to clarify some details, nodding his head as you kept talking. “And, well, that’s pretty much it,” you chuckled nervously, “sorry it’s that’s a lot of information.”
He shakes his head, “Not at all. It helps me to know as much as I can to ensure your safety.” He closes his notebook tucking it inside his suit pocket, standing up. “Well then, let’s get you home, yeah?” He asks as he extends a hand out to help you stand from the sofa.
You take his hand as you stand up looking at him. “Yeah, let’s go.” And with that you lead the way out the office and out the building. Because of the news of Jae winning an award, paparazzi were outside his building wanting to take photos and ask questions. And of course he would eat up all that attention.
As soon as you stepped outside, you were bombarded with questions, crowd closing up on you. You covered your face with your hand as flashing lights from the cameras were blinding you from seeing where you were going. Yunho had brought you closer to his chest, shoving people out the way, yelling at them to move.
He held a finger to his ear piece. “Prepare the car.” He said as he held you tightly. When the crowd opens up a way to the car, you see more security guards creating a barricade for you to get in the car. Yunho opens the door for you and helps you inside closing the door quickly.
He rushes to the other side of the car and gets inside. “Let’s go.” He tells the driver as he taps the driver seat. The driver books it out of there as you stared out the window, watching as you get further and further away from the paparazzi. You leaned your head back and close your eyes, feeling at ease. Something you haven’t felt in a long time.
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To say you were happy beyond words is an understatement. Yunho has been there at your beckoning call, very attentive when people are in your surroundings, he can read you like an open book at this point. It felt good getting some normalcy back. However one thing is still unresolved, your marriage.
Yunho has definitely seen the bad and the ugly when it comes to you two. The screaming matches, the silence between one another, you name it he saw it. You felt so ashamed and embarrassed to be doing all that in front of Yunho, but he always reassured you that it was okay and that he was here for you.
And tonight just so happens to be one of those nights. Tonight is an important conference for Jae and as always, he’s on edge. He had a drink in his hand, tapping his foot impatiently as he looked at his watch.
“Y/N, we have to go. Come on!” You heard Jae yelling from downstairs. You roll your eyes, applying the final touches to your makeup. You stepped back, admiring yourself as you spritz yourself with perfume.
You set it down and ran your hands down your dress, turning a bit to the side to see how you looked from behind. You smirked at yourself, Damn I look good.
You took a deep breath and let it out as you started walking down the stairs. The creaking of the stairs caused Jae and Yunho to look at your direction causing them to freeze up at your presence. You just looked so breathtaking. Yunho eyes never once left you as he walked towards you to help you down the last couple of steps.
“You look beautiful, Ms. Y/N.” Yunho complimented as you stepped in front of him, turning so he can help you with your silk shawl. You gave him a small thank you, adjusting your shawl around you.
Jae looked at you up and down before finishing his drink. “Let’s go.” He said, placing his cup down as he walked to the door. “We are going to be late.”
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Arriving to the conference, as soon as you stepped in servers with drinks on a silver tray offered you champagne. You happily took one while Jae went off on his own to the bar to get something else to drink. Yunho just declined by raising his hand and followed you to the reserved table.
Once you spotted your name, he helped remove your shawl. The mixture of his slight touch mixed with the fresh cool air hitting your exposed skin gave a chill down your spine. He took out the chair for you,“If you need me, I’ll be right over there, okay?” He leaned down, whispering in your ear as he pushed the chair in for you.
The hot breath you felt in your ear gave you goosebumps all over, making the little hairs stand at your neck. “Okay.” You said softly as you nodded at him, clearing your throat. Feel like a little hot all of a sudden.
You watched him walk away as you bite your lower lip. Why am I feeling like this? But soon the devil himself would take you out of your thoughts as he got into your view taking a seat next to you. “Remember, act happy and don’t look so miserable.” Jae reminded you for the 20th time that night.
“Oh, sweetie, how can I when I’m with you?” You gave him a fake smile to which he returned one to you. When people started arriving at your table, his focus immediately shifted to them. You gave a small talk and smiles as the night when on.
As Jae was chatting up amongst the people at the table, you sighed in boredom. You grabbed your champagne taking small sips, your eyes roaming around the room. But you know who you were looking for. Your heart stopped when you saw those eyes were already looking at you.
It just felt like it was just you and him in this large crowded room. The dimmed light casting a mysterious look on him. You felt yourself getting lost looking at him. You can hear your heart beating with curiosity and excitement. Something in the way he looks at you makes you feel giddy inside.
He raised his eyebrow, almost asking if anything was wrong. You saw how was getting ready to walk but you smiled and shook your head. You placed the champagne down, turning your attention back to the table getting ready to play husband and wife when you heard Jae call for your attention.
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Time has passed but the function is still going on. Jae and you stand amongst fellow CEOs, talking about their respective companies as Jae has a possessive grip around your waist. You try your best to hide your discomfort as you try to keep up with the conversation.
“So gentleman, as you can see,” Jae says as he takes a sip of his drink. “NexTech has been known for its unprecedented growth. Plus with our innovative strategies and unmatched resources, we will be dominating like no one has before.”
“Very impressive, Jae. The vision for your company is quite ambitious.” A CEO nods in approval. Jae chuckles as he grips you tighter. You slightly wince at the touch, knowing he’s getting drunk and can’t control himself.
“But of course it is. After all, I wouldn’t settle for anything less.” He said in an arrogant tone, chuckling.
You tried shifting away from him, but it was no use. He had a death grip on you. “Yes, Jae has always been ambitious.” You forced a laugh. You gave Jae a pointed look, signaling for him to loosen up the pressure.
But of course, he ignores you. All his attention is on the CEOs in-front of him. “Oh and who’s the lovely lady? Is she your assistant?” Someone asks, eyeing you with curiosity. Really man? You fought the urge to not roll your eyes.
“Oh no, she’s way more than that,” Jae chuckles, “This is my partner, Y/N, in every sense of the word. Although, between us, she’s not much help when it comes to the business side. Just a pretty face to show around.”
You look at him with widen eyes, feeling shock and humiliation. You can sense the mixture of pity and amusement from the CEOs as they look at you. In that moment you felt so small. You cleared your throat, “Excuse me.” You said as you removed yourself from his grasp, quickly walking away from them.
“Women, right? Can’t take a joke.” Jae sarcastically says as he takes a sip causing a laughter amongst the group.
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Shoving the door of the banquet open, the loud noise of the chatter and music from the room fades away as the door closes behind you. Your heels echoed in the hallway as you desperately tried to find some sort of exit, feeling suffocated and humiliated.
After turning down some halls, you came across this French door that upon opening revealed to be a beautiful roof top garden. You sniffed as you sat down on the stone bench that was there, running a hand through your hair as you sobbed.
You shouldn’t be shocked at this point, you know that. But you just can’t help how you feel. Why must he be such an asshole. You sat there replaying the moment in your head. “I feel so stupid..” you said as you leaned your face into your hands as you cried.
Meanwhile back in the banquet, Yunho whose eyes never left your sight, saw you running away. He exchanged a look with Jae that was full of disappointment but quite frankly Jae could give a fuck about it. Yunho just knows that Jae did something to fuck this up.
As Yunho stepped out of the room, he looked all over for you. He was jogging down the hall but stopped in his steps once he saw that some doors were open and as he got closer he heard someone crying. When he stepped out, he saw you in your broken state.
As he approached you, the gravel under his feet made some noise but you were too caught up in your emotions that you didn’t hear foot steps approaching you. “Y/N?” He crouched down in front of you.
You jumped a bit not expecting to see anyone. “Oh my- Yunho, I’m so sorry,” you sniffed, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “I just- I- I’m sorry.” You sighed in defeat. “I don’t mean for you to see me in such state.” You said you turned to the side trying to compose yourself.
He doesn’t say anything as he stands up and takes his jacket off and he wraps it around you. You look up at him with puffy eyes and watched as he turns to the side and plucks a beautiful bloomed rose. “Here’s a flower for the woman whose beauty outshines any garden there is in life.” He says as he sits down next to you, tucking it gently in your hair.
You let out a small chuckle, touching the flower in your hair, “Thank you Yunho, that’s very sweet of you.” You say slightly nasally from the crying as you looked down. Feeling shy and embarrassed because you’re sure you look like a hot mess with your makeup all messed up.
“I mean it.” He says softly. He takes a minute then sighs. “May I ask a personal question? And apologies in advance if I have overstepped.” He asks you as he stares at your sadden state. You nodded, not even looking at him. “Why do you stay with a man who treats you like this?”
You take a deep breath, looking at him. “It’s complicated… We have been together for so long.” You sniffed, your voice was barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t always like this. He use to be so different.”
“But now?” Yunho asks as he listened intently, his expression softened at the sight of you.
“But now… I don’t know,” you looked down as you gripped Yunho’s jacket around you. “I think part of me stays because I hope he returns to being the guy he used to be to. Plus there’s so many other factors to it. Leaving isn’t as simple as it sounds.”
Yunho nodded in understanding. “While I do understand you, I just think you deserve someone who will treat you like the woman you are. It’s not worth crying over him.” He said turning your head to face him as he wipes your tears. The words he spoke ached your heart because it was the truth.
“You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself, huh?” You chuckled at him causing him to laugh as well. His laugh was like music to your ears. He barely showed any emotions but when he did, it was a sight to see.
“Just doing my job,” he smiles. “But in all seriousness, you’re stronger than you think you are.” He says standing up, having the moonlight shine on his figure giving him that mysterious look from earlier.
You stood up as well, “Thank you for your kind words Yunho.” You said looking up at him. Suddenly the wind picked up a bit, causing you shiver. “Let’s go home, I’m sure his drunken self won’t even notice I’m gone.”
He nodded as he held his arm out for you to grab. You happily took it, feeling a bit tipsy from all the champagne you drank. Plus the crying didn’t help much. And with that you two left the building and headed home.
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You leaned your head against the window, watching the city lights has Yunho drove you both home. The drive was nice and quiet. You had told Yunho to take a different route because you honestly just didn’t want to go home.
But good things come to an end and here you are pulling into your driveway. You sat up in a surprise, feeling your heart quicken when you saw that Jae was home. “He’s home.” You muttered.
Yunho gave you a concerned look, “You want me to stay?” He asked seeing a bit of fear coming into your expression.
You nodded. “Yes. But I’ll handle it first, if anything happens I’ll call you.” When Jae had too much to drink, he was just so unbearable. You just know he was angry with you leaving so this combination of anger and liquor forms a knot in your stomach. But you were a strong woman who takes shit from no one.
You entered the house as saw no other than Jae sitting on the sofa, with a drink in his hand glaring at you. “Where the hell were you?” He slurred as he took a sip.
Yunho helped take off his jacket you still had on. “Yunho please give my husband and I a moment to talk.” You sarcastically said as Yunho nodded and left the room. You stood there arms crossed staring at him.
“Im going to ask you once more,” Jae said placing his drink down and walking to you. “Where the fuck were you?” He demanded.
You scoffed, your eyes turning icy, “Why? Afraid you couldn’t play pretend husband and wife? Afraid you couldn’t embarrass me to make yourself feel good about yourself?”
“Oh please,” Jae spat. “Again you go making it about your damn self. You embarrassed me with your dramatic walk out. Everyone asking what happened or where you went. You know tonight was important for me but no, you had to act like a damn bitch.” He yelled as he got way too close to comfort but you didn’t back down.
You pursed your lips, “You humiliated me Jae. Degrading me and saying I have done anything for this company when you know that’s completely bullshit. I’m fucking sick of you!” You yelled at him.
He let his anger take over as he grabs your neck and the his hand on your arm. “You don’t get to speak to me like that. You think you’re so much better than me? You wouldn’t last a day in my world.” He tighten the grip on both hands.
You were struggling to breathe as you dug your nails into his arm. “I know enough to understand that I deserve better than you.”
He laughed. “You need me. You never find anyone else. No one will ever want you, Y/N.” He spat with venom.
“Jae,” you said trying to remove his hand. “Jae you’re hurting me. Let go of me!” You yelled out in desperation.
He titled his head in fake sympathy, “Oh, why? You’re afraid? Scared even?” He taunted you.
It all happened so fast. Suddenly you felt like you can breathe again. You hunched over, hand on your neck as you coughed trying to regain your consciousness. When you looked up, you saw Yunho with his hand around Jae’s neck. His eyes were filled with rage, as if he has had enough of Jae’s bullshit.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Yunho’s deep voice rang in the room. Jae was getting a taste of his own medicine as Yunho tightened the grip. “What a sad excuse of a man you are to be laying your hands on a woman.” He spat at him.
Jae stumbled trying to gain his balance as he tried his best to remove Yunho’s grip. “Stay the fuck out this,” he struggled to protest. “This is between my wife and I.”
Yunho towered over him, getting up close to his face. “Not when you’re hurting her.” He said watching Jae’s face turn red as he shoved him to a wall nearby.
“Let go of me!” He yelled at him. Yunho let him go, still standing close watching him fall to the floor, breathing heavy. Jae looks up at anger getting up to shove Yunho, “You think I’m fucking scared of you?!” He yells at him, chest heaving heavily.
“Touch her again and I’ll make you regret it.” Yunho said glaring into Jae’s eyes. Jae will never admit it, but deep down, he was scared of Yunho. He fucked around and found out right quick.
You grabbed Yunho’s arm. “Yunho, it’s okay.” You say weakly, still feeling the pain in your throat. But he didn’t budge at all eyes remaining on Jae. Jae just laughed bitterly, “Yeah, Yunho it’s okay,” he mocked you. “You better watch yourself, bodyguard.”
“Is that a threat?” Yunho asked, his voice was low and menacing getting closer to Jae who walked back causing him to bump into the wall.
Jae tsked and glared at Yunho. “Move,” he shoved Yunho as he walked to the stairs. “This isn’t over Y/N.” Throwing one last spiteful comment before heading up the stairs.
Watching his go up the stairs as you felt tears coming in. When you heard the door close you closed your eyes letting the tears stream down. Yunho put his finger under your chin gently tilting your head up examining your neck. “Are you okay?” He asks.
“That piece of shit.” You whispered as you felt on the verge of sobbing. “I’m so sorry Yunho.” You said, you looked down at the ground. You couldn’t help but feel remorse. Maybe you shouldn’t never brought up security, you could’ve saved Yunho his time.
Yunho cups your face, lifting your face to look at him. “Stop saying sorry.” He said firmly but kindly. “I’m here to protect you. No matter what.” You nodded as you sniffed, “Thank you Yunho.”
Jae never once laid a hand on you. But once the drinking and high status got into his head, there was no telling what he was capable of. He had gotten handsy with you, but you were always quick to fight back. You never thought you would need protection from your own husband.
“Of course. I’ll always be here for you.” He said giving you eyes of compassion. You couldn’t help but to hug him. If it wasn’t for him, who knows how else this night would’ve turned out. Yunho took a moment but eventually wrapped his arms around you, figuring that you needed someone to lean on right now.
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The conference was a blessing in disguise because Jae had gotten the approval to open another location in a different state which means he will out of town for a while. Good riddance, you thought. Prior to leaving he was busy with meetings for the preparation of the new building, rarely seeing him after the dispute.
When you walked into the kitchen you saw a huge bouquet of flowers in the island. Grabbing the little note on the flowers, ‘I’m sorry for everything. Love, Jae.’ Feeling anger seeping in, you ripped the card to pieces throwing his half ass apology away. Staring at the flowers, you decided to keep them. Why should nature be thrown away when it wasn’t even its fault, it was his.
Now that Jae is gone, the sun is shining brighter, your smile lasts a little longer, the air feels clearer. It’s a good time to be alive. During this time you have been able to do the activities you enjoy in peace. Which naturally has gotten you and Yunho a bit closer.
One activity was shopping. When you walked into the store, your eyes sparkled with excitement as you saw the variety of clothes that was before you. Yunho, who had a serious expression the whole time, followed you around with a mountain of clothes that just kept piling up as you saw something that you wanted to try on.
When it came time to trying the clothes on, you would ask for his opinion and you can tell he was taking it serious and you couldn’t help but burst out into laughter. You stepped out the dressing room, seeing Yunho who was sitting on the sofa, legs spread open with his arms crossed waiting for you, looking to the side waiting for you.
Oh shit. He looked absolutely fine. Shaking your head, getting out of your thoughts you cleared your throat. “What do you think about this one Yunho?” You asked as you did dramatic modeling poses laughing a bit, doing a little twirl to look at the dress fully.
He sits up straight, his arm propped on his leg as he leans his chin on his head, eyebrows furrowed. Oh, he’s really thinking about it. “It’s not giving.” He said serious.
You stopped looking at yourself in the mirror and turned to face him with a playful look on your face, “It’s not what?” You asked, on the verge of laughing.
“It’s not giving…” he pauses, struggling to find a word to describe what he means. “I don’t think this on brings you out well. I think you should try on another dress.” He said as he turns to pick out a different dress handing it to you.
When he notices you staring at him with a smile on your face he shrugs. “What is it? What?”
You laugh as you grabbed the dress and headed to the dressing room. “I didn’t think you were a fashionista.” You smiled at him before closing the curtain. Little did you know, he smiled in secret enjoying this time with you. So this is how it is when you’re happy.
Another activity was when you went to the grocery store and just arm swiped a whole shelf of cookies into the cart Yunho was pushing. “Oh, the ice cream!” You said as you went to the frozen aisle. Yunho sighed as you went back forgetting something yet again. You wanted to pig out as you watched cringey cheesy movies which was right up your alley, Yunho not so much.
“Oh my god, why would she do that!” You yelled at the TV as you covered your face feeling second hand embarrassment from the actress in the movie. You sighed grabbing a spoon full of ice cream and eating it, “She messed up.”
“Yeah she did.” Yunho said flatly dreading that he agreed to watch these movies with you as he had his arms crossed. But you didn’t care as you tapped his arm pointing to the cookies near him, your eyes never leaving tv. “Pass the cookies please.” He sighed as he grabbed and passed them to you.
But honestly, although the hates the movies you have been binge watching, he stares at you in admiration as you are fully invested in the films. You’re too blinded by the films to feel his stares as he smiles at you slapping your forehead in defeat.
To also having him help you in working out which you were dreading now. He had suggested for you two have a nice morning run. But damn, you were huffing and puffing as your arms were leaning on your thighs trying to catch your breath. You hated yourself for agreeing to this.
He saw you falling behind and jogged back to you, “Come on. Don’t you want to burn off those cookies and ice cream?” He asked you jogging in place to keep his body warm.
“Shut the fuck up.” You said through your heavy breathing causing him to laugh at you. “I hate you.” You said getting back up and jogging ahead of him. He followed suit giving you words of motivation which caused you to grunt in annoyance. “I’ll throw up on you!”
To having Yunho stay at nights since you’re alone now, worried if anything happens to you in the middle of the night. As he walks past the living room, he sees that you fell asleep on the sofa. He smirks as he quietly walks to you, covering you with the blanket, tucking some hair behind your ear getting it out your face. He stops and stares at you for a bit, taking in how much you look in peace, something he was grateful for. He leaves, dimming the lights a bit and looking at you before leaving to another room.
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Time has passed and one thing stands out. These feelings for Yunho have grown no matter how much you try to push it back and deny it. You just tell yourself that this is just his job, you’re confusing his actions and your feelings.
You two are sitting on the sofa talking and laughing about random stuff. The way the afternoon sunlight hits Yunho’s face has you mesmerized, highlighting his features. The way the sun shines in his eyes as he looked at you got you in a trance. After the laugher subsided, he noticed that you went quiet. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Mm? Oh it’s nothing. Nothing.” You chuckled nervously. Damn, was it that obvious you went deep in thought?
But his gaze remained at yours as he asked again, not letting you dismiss your feelings quickly. “You know you can tell me anything right? You can tell me what’s on your mind.” He says.
You gave him a weak smile, “I don’t know if I can.” Your emotions sit heavy in your heart. You don’t think you can keep bottling up these feelings for him.
“Why can’t you?” He asks you. “It won’t change my judgement on you. You know you can talk to me.”
“You don’t know that.” You said, feeling a bit worried. “I don’t want to risk what we have.” You looked down, playing with a loose thread on your jacket.
“Why would you even think that?” He says softly as he gets a bit closer to you, wanting to get a better view of you.
You felt your heart pounding up to your ears. Feeling your palms sweaty. “I, um,” you started off, still looking down. You took in a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. “I’m in love with you…“ your voice trembling with vulnerability.
There was silence as you two stared at one another. Your heart was sinking, feeling regret settling in. You removed the blanket off you and stood up, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” You should’ve just stayed silent.
“Y/N, wait,” Yunho said in a low and urgent voice as he stood up and grabbed your arm. He turned you to face him and saw unshed tears in your eyes. He cupped your face and leaned his forehead onto yours.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but he too can’t control his urges anymore. Without another word he leaned in and kissed you passionately. You held onto his wrists as you returned the kiss back. My god, you felt like time had stopped. You couldn’t believe this.
He breaks the kiss, panting a bit to catch his breath. “Y/N,” he says as he wiped your tears. “I love you too. So, so much. I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long.” He said in between pants, staring into your eyes.
“Yeah?” You whispered in shock. He kisses your hands as he nodded. “Yeah.”
It’s as if time had froze around you two, when you gently shoved Yunho to sit back down on the sofa. His eyes looking up at you with desire as you stand in front of him. “Come here.” He said to you, tapping his thigh, leaning back.
As soon as you straddled him, Yunho’s hands went behind your back, pulling you closer to him until there was no space between you. This kiss soon went from passion to hunger, wanting to express a different way to show how you feel for one another.
Yunho grabbed handful of your hair, tugging your head back as he peppered kiss down your neck, sucking on your skin leaving hickeys. You moaned in delight as you bit your bottom lip, enjoying this sensation.
And before you know it, you two are skin to skin, feeling the hot sweaty sticky bodies colliding perfectly. Electricity coursing through you body with every touch Yunho gives you. The way shivers went down your spine as he stretched you out when you first sat on him, letting you give him a high pitched moan.
The way your bodies melted into one another ignited a fire. The mixture of moans was melody to your ears. His hands were on your ass, helping you to quicken the pace of your hips, “Oh, oh Yunho,” you furrowed your eyebrows and threw your head back in pleasure, hands on his shoulders for support. “Fuckkk, you feel s-so good.”
Yunho stands up, carrying you as he’s still inside you to flip positions. He lays you down on your back and caresses your legs that are wrapped around him. “Fuck, keep doing that baby.” He grunts as he feels you clenching around him. He moves his hands between your chest and up to your neck, “Can I?” He asks for permission. “Yes, please.” you moaned as you arched your back throwing your head back.
He gave your throat a nice squeeze as he started pounding into you causing you to do some deep breathing techniques, because this man was spreading you out like never before. You threw your hands back, gripping the arm chair for dear life. “You like that baby? Who’s making you feel like this?” He asks you. Fuck, that was hot.
He lifts your legs up to get a deep angle, “Answer me.” He demands as he goes faster. You tried gripping the sides of the sofa or just something to hold on to, “Y-Yes, Yunho, you a-are.” You moaned loudly. He was taking you cloud 9, making you see stars, the whole nine yards.
He flips you around on to all fours. You leaned on the arm rest with your arms supporting you as Yunho grabbed your hair back making your arch your back. He wasted no time going back in, his free hand rubbing your clit, giving you the friction you needed to cum.
“You want to cum on my dick, baby?” He asked you lowly in your ear. You nodded frantically, “Yes please, please.” You begged as he bit your ear. He let go of your hair and flips you for the last time. He wants to see your face when you release on him.
“Cum for me then.” He says as he moves at a rapid speed. You bit your lip in the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling. He had leaned down and sucked on your nipple, but looked up when he heard your muffled moans, “Scream for me, don’t be quiet.”
You gripped onto his arms, feeling yourself inching closer and closer to your release. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Yunho I’m gonna cum.” You yelled out, breathing heavy. He lets go of your nipple and hovers over you, “Do it baby, cum on my cock, cum.”
Just like that the knot was undone. He kissed you as you moaned into his mouth. You felt like you had traveled to another universe from how good that orgasm was. A few seconds later Yunho was right behind you, cumming inside of you. He rode out both of your highs and then laid on top of you.
Feeling each other fasten heart beats as you both catch your breath. He looks up at you and smiles to which your return as you ran your hand through his sweaty hair, “I love you.” He said, closing his eyes enjoying your sweet touch.
“I love you too.” You said as you just laid there for a moment, taking it what just happened. Internally you were doing cartwheels and backflips. You were happy knowing he felt the same way you did.
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All good things must come to a because Jae has returned, along with his bullshit. What was once peace is now back to being a war zone of arguments and anger. Something else was for certain, he definitely has sensed something was going on between you and Yunho and it was eating him up alive.
And from the way the front door was slammed shut, it seems like he was going to get his answer today. “You. Leave. Now.” He says sternly to Yunho as he entered the room.
Yunho glanced at you, but you nodded in return signaling that it was okay. He started to walk out, giving you one last protective glance before disappearing. Jae’s eyes followed him out before looking back at you. “Y/N, tell me what the hell has been going on between you two.” He demanded.
You rolled your eyes, flipping through the magazine not bothering to look up at him. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” You said coldly, your tone unwavering.
“I know something happened while I was gone so just fucking tell me.” Jae yells at you, his fist clenching at his sides.
You looked up at him, “and if something did?” You shrugged “You think it gives you the right to be angry with me, given everything you have done?” You said with attitude as you went back to your magazine.
Jae’s face contorted with rage, shaking his head. “This isn’t about me. This about you, my wife” He says coming up close to you. There he goes with that wife word.
You chuckled, throwing the magazine to the side standing up. “Only when it’s convenient for you Jae. Why? Scared of losing control of this whole fake facade?” You walked past him, over this argument.
He grabs the vase that held the flowers he gifted you and threw it to the wall. You jumped at the sound, turning to face him with widen eyes. His back was still facing you as Jae looked down. From your corner you saw Yunho coming but you put your arm out for him to wait.
“Fucking tell me and don’t lie to me Y/N.” Jae said as he turned around with rage in his eyes. Knowing that Yunho was here in the house, he kept his distance from you as he was terrified of him.
“I’m in love with Yunho.” You finally said after some silence. He shook his head and scoffed at you, “How fucking could you? You would this to me?”
You scoffed at his stupidity. “Oh, so now you want to act like a victim? How many times have you cheated on me behind my back Jae? How many woman? So when the tables turn, it’s an issue all of a sudden.” You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.
He gets closer to you, trying to intimidate you. “So what? You’re just going to leave me and be with the bodyguard? Do you honestly think he can give you what I can’t? You think you can just walk away from me? After everything I have done for you?”
You laughed in his face. “For me? For me?” You started off, “You mean your own personal punching bag? Where I’m constantly disrespected and treated like an accessory? Where I’m always ignored and you go screw some bitch? The only thing you have done was to teach me to never be with someone like you.”
“If you think you’re going to work out with some cheap fling then you’re more delusional than I thought.” He spat at you as you walked away from him.
“Cheap fling? Yunho is more of a man than you will ever be. He’s been everything and more to me than you ever were.” You stopped in your steps, facing him.
You looked down at your rings and take it off. This caused Jae to die a little inside. “I want a divorce.” You chucked it at his feet, leaving the room. Jae looked down at his feet and stared at the rings causing anger to boil inside him to the point he punched the wall.
As you passed the hallway, Yunho, who was ready to jump in at anytime, follows behind you. “Let’s go.” You told him as you grabbed your car keys and walked out the door.
Asking no questions, just focused on you, he opens the door for you and just as you are about to get in, you hear Jae yelling in frustration, telling you to get back inside as he starts breaking stuff. You rolled your eyes as you got into seat. Yunho walked to the driver side and drove off.
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The car ride was silent, only noise was the AC that was on low. You looked out the window, watching the cars passing by. “I’m getting a divorce.” You said out loud breaking the silence.
“Wow,” you said in awe of yourself. “I’m getting a divorce.” You couldn’t believe that it’s taken you this long and that you finally did it.
“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” Yunho asks as he takes a quick glance at you. He really can’t read your expression and words clearly right now.
“I think I am?” You said unsure, giving him a shrug. “I don’t know, I feel like I should be but I’m just so overwhelmed. Like, there were so many times I told myself I was done, but never did anything. And now I just- I think I feel free.”
Yunho stops a red light and reaches over to grab your hand. He raised it to his lips as he gave a gentle kiss on the back of it. “I’m really proud of you Y/N. Whatever you do next, I’ll be there every step of the way supporting you.”
The way you were blushing like a school girl at his gesture. You smiled at him, “Thank you Yunho. Thank you for showing me what love is.” You caressed his cheek as you leaned in for a kiss.
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One thing is certain for Jae, he can rot in hell. He didn’t not waste any time in spreading the news about the divorce publicly. It spread like wildfire throughout the media as it was plastered on magazines, spoken on drama news TV channels, on social apps. You name it, it was there.
The headlines painted the picture of the split, highlighting the scandalous nature of the breakup. And Jae, being a beloved figure, wanting to keep the good man persona in the people’s eye, threw all the blame on you.
You were under so much intense scrutiny, that it became suffocating. You were portrayed as the villain in this whole chaos while Jae was viewed as the innocent victim. As if he could stoop any lower than before, he definitely broke a new record.
At first, you just tried toughing it out. Trying to ignore the whispers and gossip. The harsh looks when you went out. Paparazzi was so far up your ass you couldn’t move without them knowing. But it was hard to escape from the public’s judgement.
One evening, you were at Yunho’s place, which is where you have been staying, skimming through a magazine that had a featured about another headline of you. Yunho who had sense your distress, quickly takes the magazine out of your hands. “Y/N, look at me,” he says he sits on the coffee table, grabbing your hands. “You don’t have to let this get to you. They don’t know the true.”
You looked up at him with sadness in your eyes. “It’s not just about the truth Yunho. It’s about everything!” You stand up as you walked back and forth, “it’s about how this guy who I thought I knew and spent the majority of my life with is out to ruin my life. It’s about everyone quickly believing his lies… I didn’t ask for this. I can’t take this anymore.”
Yunho sighs as he walks up to you, cupping your face. “Listen to me, please,” he leans his forehead, “You’re a strong woman. You have been through hell and back. You have never backed down from a fight. You never once let Jae’s manipulation and bullshit break you, and you’re not going to let this either.” He said as he watched you close your eyes as tears fall down.
You sniffed. “How can I fight this?” You whispered. You honestly felt so lost and broken, you don’t even know what to do or where to start.
“You’re not alone in this. Out in the public you can put a mask of fierceness, show the world you aren’t afraid of what Jae is doing. Show them just how strong and unbreakable you are.” He gives you a tender kiss. “But when we’re behind closed doors, baby, you don’t have to keep the facade. You can lean on me. We can do this.” He says as he hugs you.
You felt like sobbing. Is this what true love is? Throughout this whole darkness, Yunho has been your rock and you honestly don’t know how you would be if you were alone. You’re so thankful for him. “Yunho, thank you. Thank you for being in my life.” You looked up to him as he leaned down and kissed you once more.
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If Jae wants to play like this, then you can play this game too. After the conversation with Yunho, you felt a fire ignited within you. That conversation helped you remember who the fuck you were and there was no way in hell Jae was going to go out like this.
For the next few weeks you laid low. Out of sight out of mind with the public. Your divorce lawyer, who was sent by the Gods by a miracle, told you to gather all information on your part as she does some digging on her side. Today you were meeting with her and not gonna lie you were sweating bullets.
Who knows what she has found. Did she even find anything? Will she be able to clear your name and reveal who Jae really was? This was also one of the few times you left the house so you just know you were going to be bombarded with questions and cameras in your face.
As the car pulls up, you looked out the window and saw reporters spread all over the place, waiting for you. You then felt Yunho’s hand over yours, causing you to snap out your thoughts. “It’s going to be okay.” He reassures you as you nod. He steps out the car and heads to the other side to open your door.
You can do this, you thought yourself as you put on your shades. Show Jae that you are that bitch. As soon as Yunho opened the door, everyone came flooding in asking a bunch of questions.
You just kept a serious face, purse hanging on your arm as you walked up the stairs while Yunho and other guards of his were making way for you. You tried your best to not react at the stupid questions they asked you.
“Y/N, how does it feel to know that you ruined your marriage?” One asked.
“Was it worth it to you? Care to comment?” One said shoving a microphone in your face.
“Have you spoken to Jae?” Another asked.
Oh and let us not forget the special, special fans of Jae who were also surrounding you were throwing nasty comments at you.
“Don’t you know how to keep your legs closed?” One screamed in your face. You bit down on your tongue, trying not to answer.
“Such a slut. Did all those years mean nothing to you?” One went to jump on you but Yunho shoved her off.
“Have you no shame in bringing him here? Have you no shame in being in public with him? Stupid bitch.” Another one said speaking about Yunho.
You finally reached the door and headed straight to the elevator. When it binged open, you and Yunho stepped in and turned to face the crowd before you. Seeing the flashing lights of the cameras and crazed fans pounding on the glass, their yells being muffled. As soon as the doors closed, you turned and hugged Yunho.
You felt the world crushing in on you in that moment. You had a mixture of overwhelming emotions clouding up your head. Anger, sadness, frustration. You just wanted to cry in silence and thankfully Yunho understood.
You then backed up and wiped your tears, taking in a deep breath. Yunho lifted your chin with his finger as he gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “You got this.” He whispered and you nodded.
The elevator dinged, signaling that you have arrived to the top floor. You straighten up your posture, keeping your head high as you walked the halls. “Stay here.” You told Yunho who nodded and stood next to the door putting his arms behind his back.
You walked in and was greeted by Jina. “Y/N,” she says standing up and shaking your hand, smiling to which you returned. “Welcome. Thank you for coming.”
You shook your head. “No please, I am the one who should be thankful.” She gestures you to sit down. “So tell me, what have you found?”
She wasted no time in take out files and spreading out copies of documentation and photos of Jae with other business men, “Jae’s time of looking like a saint is over. We have found evidence to that showcases all of the cheating and unethical practices within his company,” she starts off as she goes through each paper, describing to you all the horrible practices he has done.
You sat there in shock, taking in the information. You couldn’t believe this was happening everyday behind closed doors. Jae gets scummier and scummier by the minute. You leaned back into your seat letting out a scoff as you scan the papers. Jina then takes out a paper and hands it to you, “What’s this?” You asked her as you take it from her hand.
Jina smirks as she crossed her leg over the other, leaning back crossing her arms. “Signed affidavits of several woman who have confirmed that they have had affairs with Jae while he was married to you.” You looked at her with widen eyes. The devil works hard, but Jina works harder. “Look in that folder.” She points to one near your left arm.
You gasped looking at photos that had Jae partying or going out with women. You see his drunk self doing body shots on girls as well as inappropriate gestures to them. Ugh, you could throw up. Jina nodded as you looked through the pictures, feeling a bit proud of herself.
“And the Cherry on top?” There’s more? “We also have evidence from Jae’s company, NexTech, has been doing fraud, bribery, and exploitation of employees. Let’s just say he has been cutting some corners and violating labor laws to maximize his profits.” She finished off.
You shook your head, just flabbergasted at everything you’re finding out. “Jina,” you said after a moment of silence. “There are no words to describe how thankful I am. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.” You said feeling a sense of hope rising in your chest.
She leans over the desk, placing a hand on top of yours. “Of course.” She smiles. “It’s only a matter of time before everything is unraveled. Everyone will know the real truth.”
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It was later on in the night. You were pacing in Yunho’s living room with gnawing on your thumb in nerves. “Y/N,” Yunho called to you as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Relax. Everything will be okay.” He says trying to calm you down.
You were just caught up in your mind that you didn’t even hear him. Jina told you she was going to release the information tonight and honestly, you were shitting bricks wondering what the out come will be. You felt arms being wrapped around your waist, causing you get out of your thoughts.
“Y/N,” Yunho says as he leans down and kisses your neck. “Why don’t we go relax, mmh? You had a stressful day.” Peppering kisses up and down your neck.
You closed your eyes as you bit your lip, swaying a bit, lifting your hand to caress his head. “Okay. Let’s relax.” You sighed softly. He takes your hand gives you a little twirl, causing you to chuckle, before leading the way to the bathroom.
Steam was swirling in the bathroom as you two passionately kissed under the water. Both of your bodies lathered up with soap, foaming at the little friction you two created. You bit his lower lip, opening your eyes in a haze to look at his face scrunch a bit from the pain. You felt your heart race a bit when he opened his lustful eyes to look at you.
He glided his up your back, tugging your hair gently back causing you to moan in his mouth. Your arms over his shoulders, feeling the warm water slide down your arms and onto Yunho’s body. His free hand slides to down to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze.
In a swift movement, he presses you up against the foggy glass. Your hand prints and pressed up breast showcasing on the glass, turning your head to the side looking at Yunho stroking himself through your peripheral. You bit your lip, feeling your pussy throbbing, impatiently wanting to feel him again.
He placed his hand above yours as his other one guides him inside you. You gasped as the sensation of the stretch, leading more on the glass as the feeling takes over you. His free had placed on your hip as he starts thrusting into you.
The sound of the water clashing between you two intensifies as Yunho starts going faster. The bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and the moans of pleasure. “You feel so good baby.” Yunho said in his deep voice. “Just for me, right?” He grabs your hair, pulling you back so he can see your fucked out face.
You swallowed, feeling your throat dry from the heavy breathing you’re doing. “Ye-Yes,” you said, feeling your hands slip, trying to catch yourself from falling. “Just for you.”
He smirked as your struggle. “Good girl.” His deep voice made you clench on him, making him moan as letting go of your hair to your clit as he rubbed it. You caught yourself before hitting the glass as you started screaming in pleasure. You started whimpering from the rapid speed he was going. “Cum baby, I know you want to.” He tells you.
You fogged and defogged a spot on the glass that was near your mouth as you tried catching your breath with Yunho shoving your face into it. You shut your eyes tightly as you were nearing your high. “I’m clo-close.” You managed to moaned out. At the same time you and Yunho came, feeling stars as he rode out the highs. “That’s right baby, scream for me. Let everyone know who’s making you feel like this.” He grunts out.
When you two calmed down, you turned around and leaned on the glass, not caring how cold it was. He smiled at you, “Feel better?” He asked you and you playfully hit his chest. “Shut up.” You told him as you both laughed. He put his hands next to your face on the glass and he went for a kiss.
When you actually finished showering, you stepped out scrunching your hair and wrapping a towel around your body, tucking the excess at the top to stop it from falling. From the corner of your eye you saw your phone light up. ‘Turn on Channel 2’, read Jina’s text message.
You gasped with widen eyes as you ran out to the living room, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin as soon as the cold hits your skin. You grabbed the remote flipping through channels not caring about the droplets of water that were falling from your hair were landing on your arms.
“In recent news, Jae’s public image continues to crumble as more details emerge about his affairs and the unethical practices at his company. It is confirmed that these allegations are supported by fundamental evidence,” the reporter says as the screen shows Jae shoving cameras out his face as he is trying to enter a building. He starts yelling at them to get out his face.
“Former employees have provided detailed accounts of the harsh working conditions along with the illegal activities at Jae’s company.” The documents being shown on the screen explain detail per detail on how things were being run.
“Furthermore, details of Jae’s extramarital affairs have also been revealed,” she says as the same photos you saw in the office appeared on the screen too. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. “Multiple woman have come forward and shared evidence along with sources who can confirm his involvement in said acts.”
The reporter finished off by saying, “Legal experts believe this is going to be leading to very serious repercussions for both his business and personal life. As of right now, this is all we have. Stay tune for future updates.” You watch as the screen changes to commercials.
“Y/N?” Yunho who was there behind you the whole time watching everything unfold breaks the silence. “Are you okay?” He asks you.
You turned to him, smiling. “It’s over. I’m free.” You said feeling tears of joy coming in. He extends his hand out and you happily grab it as he pulls you to him. “I’m proud of you. I told you that you could do it.”
“Thank you for being by my side every step of the way, Yunho. I love you.” You say as you kissed him. He smiles into the kiss, “I love you more.”
“Now come on, let’s celebrate.” He says he breaks the kiss. You tilt your head, “Where we going?” You asked him. He smirked as he picks you up bridal style, “It’s best if I show you.”
Summary: Every single night, without fail Yeosang would visit you. Finally one night, you decided you wanted him forever and always.
Warnings: Angst if you squint, happy ending.
Blossom’s Note: I’m a sucker for vampire Yeosang. Maybe just yeosang in general. Grab popcorn, a drink, and enjoy your read!
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The bells chimed throughout the castle, signaling that it is midnight. The strong vibration had awoken you up from your slumber, making you gasp at the sudden sensation. You blink repeatedly, trying to accustom your eye sight to the darkness of the room. “Oh no,” you said looking around, eyes landing on the window with the moonlight shining in. “I must’ve overslept.”
Sighing, you stood up as you ran a hand through your hair, trying to make it somewhat decent. You walked to the window as you gazed at the night time sky, moon shining so brightly surrounded by the starry lights. You lead against the wall as your eyes fell down to the sight of the garden.
Rose bushes surrounding the beautiful fountain statue of a man and a woman sharing a passionate kiss. You had always loved the sight of the garden, it always made you like you couldn’t wait to be the arms of your lover. And ever since you had met Yeosang, it’s like you’re getting your dreams coming true.
Suddenly it hits you, “Yeosang!” You said, as you rushed out the room. Grabbing your dress by the sides, lifting them so you don’t trip over them, you tan as fast as you could through the castle. You cursed at yourself for forgetting.
How could you? You both met up every single night at the garden, without a doubt. You blame your exhaustion. You see, Yeosang isn’t an ordinary human. He’s a vampire and night time is when he is able to come out and spend all the time he can with you until the sun rises.
You rushed down the stairs, one hand holding onto the handles for support while the other still grubbing onto your dress. You pushed the doors open and ran to the garden. Breathlessly you whispered his name. “Yeosang?” You looked to your sides, searching for his figure. Walking down the dirt path to the gazebo where you both always go to sit and talk for hours on hours, you still call out for him.
Once you arrived, you realize he is nowhere to be found. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking down feeling disappointed in yourself for not being here on time. You sighed in defeat as you entered the gazebo, sitting down with a huff. You told yourself a five minute nap, but it resulted in a five hour one and now look at what happened.
You turn to the side, reached out to pluck a rose that it’s stems had grown wrapping around the pole of the gazebo. Getting ready to pluck the petals off you heard a voice, “My love,” he said. You looked up with your eyes widen. “Why the sad face on such a beauty?” He asked with a smile.
You rush to him, skipping the two steps, falling into his arms. “Yeosang,” you take in his scent, then faced him. “I thought I missed your visit. I was so upset, I thought you had left, I had overslept and I-“
“My love, my love,” he laughs as he cuts off your rambling. “As if I would ever leave before seeing you. .” He puts a finger under your chin to tilt your lips to his. He reaches down to your hand, grabbing the rose. As he separates from your lips, he puts a strand of hair behind your ear, placing the rose there.
He puts his hand on your cheek, feeling the cold sensation you lean onto his touch. You don’t mind for it, you have grown accustomed to it. “You look so beautiful, have I told you lately?” He smirks. His dark red eyes have a singular sparkle in each, the moonlight shining on his skin. He looked so perfect.
You smile as you look around, “Oh, just about every time you see me.” You blush at his comment. “Mmm, not enough times.” He said laughing. You take his hand as you lead him back into the gazebo to lay down. He lays on his back as you lay on your side with your hand propped up, holding your head. Both of you stare at each other, taking in the moment.
As you stare at him, you envision a future with him. It’s all so joyous and beautiful until one of you gets old while the other lives for eternity and then it comes to an end. You can’t help but feel so sad and nervous. He catches your expression change and asked, “My love, whats the matter?”
“Yeo,” you say, playing with a thread on his shirt. You know that this conversation was going to happen eventually, it’s just you never know when or how it was going to go. “We need to talk.”
Yeosang shifted to copy your position so he can have a better look at you as you spoke. He nodded his head to urge you to continue. You took in a deep breath, “I want to be with you, forever. The thought of me dying and never being able to see you again hurts me. Yeosang, you make me feel thing I never knew was possible. I’m so certain about this love I have with you. You clear all the doubts I have. I’m asking for you to turn me so we can be together.”
He pursed his lips, “My love, you know I can’t do this to you.” He sighed as he sat up. “You know how hard it is to live the way I do? Y/N people who find out who I am want to kill me. I can’t come out during the day. It’s as if I’m stuck in loop. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I gave you this prisoned life.”
“With you in my life, I could never feel prisoned. So what if we only come out during the night, it’s with you. So what if we have to run away? It’s with you. Do you understand that no matter what it is, it’s you who I want by my side through the good, the bad, and the ugly?” You sat up next to him, grabbing his cheek, turning his face to you.
He reaches up to your hand and holds onto it. “I would die if anything were to happen to you. I don’t know if I am capable of doing this. You are my heart, my soul, my reason to live. I’m scared. If I lost you-“ you leaned your forehead with his, “Hey, hey,” you cut him off, “Trust me, nothing bad will happen. Trust me that I am capable of this. I know what I’m doing.”
You grabbed his hand and put it on your heart. “This is how you make me feel. This feeling I want to feel it forever with you. Please, Yeosang.”
He stands up, pulling you up with him. “I love you so much Y/N,” he pulls you closer, you both passionately kiss, savoring in this moment. ”I promise to love you forever and always.” He said as he starts to pepper kisses from your ear to your neck. “This might hurt a little bit.”
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Present Day
You looked outside the window, watching the cars and buildings light up the dark night. Suddenly a pair of arms distract you from your sightseeing. You looked down and saw Yeosang’s arms wrapped around your waist. Before turning around you smiled at the matching rings you both had to help you walk out in the daylight and as a wedding ring. “Hello beautiful,” Yeosang said as he kissed your neck, kissing over the bite marks. “What are you doing?”
You turned around as your hung your arms over his shoulders, him pulling you closer to his body. “Thinking,” you smiled. He smirked, “Oh yeah? What about?” Rubbing his hands up and down your back. “About how lucky I am to have you.”
He pecks your lips. “I think I am the lucky one to have you,” he smiled. Staring into your eyes, he asked, “Have I told you how beautiful you are lately?” You kiss him again before giggle, “Oh, just about every time you see me.” You grabbed his hand leading him to the bedroom.
“I don’t think that’s enough.” He said as he closed the bedroom door with his leg.
You were right, he had nothing to fear. This love is a forever and always.
Summary: Yeosang was a vampire and the village had found out. All you could do now was help him escape hoping that life will lead you two each other again.
Warnings: None.
Blossom’s note: I feel like I barely see any Yeosang fics so I wanted to write a little sum sum for my bias wreck vampire style. Grab pop and a drink and enjoy your read.
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Leaves crunching underneath your feet as you ran deep into the forest. One holding onto your dress to make sure you don’t trip, while the other holding onto Yeosang’s hand. “Almost there.” You said in between pants, trying to catch your breath.
Once you had arrived to the river, you both stopped to catch your breaths. You leaned on your knees, feeling lightheaded from all that running, “We should be good for now,” you told him getting back up. You looked across the river, “You must go now before they arrive.”
He took one of his hands and cupped the side of your face, connecting his forehead with yours. “Come with me,” he said in his deep voice, “Come with me and let’s run away, my love” He pleaded as he peaked your lips.
You bit your lip as you closed your eyes, feeling tears forming in them. You leaned onto his touch, “My love, you know I can’t.” You looked up at him, “I’m sorry.”
He wiped the fallen tears, as he stared into your eyes. Love and sadness whirls in his as he knows that this is a good bye. “I know that you don’t want to become what I am,” he’s right. You wanted to grow old and experience what life entails. “But please take this.”
He takes out a beautiful crystal bottle filled with red liquid inside. “It’s my blood mixed with potions. If you take this, you’ll live a much, much longer life. It stops the aging process for a while, but you will have the life you want. You will still grow old and experience life just.. just longer.” He takes your hands and gives it to you. “I was going to give it to you soon, but they caught me in my true form.”
You looked at the bottle and back to him. “How will I ever find you? How will you ever find me?” You choked out a sob. You knew he had to leave, the village will never stop looking for him. He stops all doubts and fears by passionately kissing you.
This kiss was so bittersweet. You clutched onto his shirt, holding him closer for as long as you could. He held his hand at the back your head, pulling a little towards him and the other wrapped around your waist. “I don’t care if it takes me 1,000 years. I will find you. Even if I have to go to the ends of the Earth. My love, you are my life. I’ll find you.” He says, leaning back down for a kiss.
But stops when you hear loud yelling resonating in the forest. Oh no, they have arrived. “You have to go,” you told him as you backed away from him. You wet your hair in the water, splashing some on you, covering yourself in dirt. “Please my love before they see you.”
His heart breaks as he sees you getting ready. The reality has settled in. You had a plan to make it seem like you fought him off after he “kidnapped” you hence why you’re getting dirty. You stopped when you saw him standing still, now he is the one crying. “My love,” you approached him, holding onto his arms. “Nothing will ever come between my love for you. I will search every inch of this world for you. Go before they see you.” You kissed him once more and he snapped out of his trance.
“I love you” he said as he started walking away.
“I love you too.” You said, starting to sit on the floor, laying down as you watched him walk away. You wiped the tears into your shirt, telling yourself everything will be okay. You’ll find him.
Just as he disappeared into the dark of forest, the villagers came in time. They helped you get up, your mother running to you hugging you as she cries tears of joy that you are okay. “Where did he go?” A villager asked. “He went that way! Go please!” You pointed to the complete opposite direction, making everyone run quickly wasting no time.
As your mother hugged you once more, you looked up where we had walked away and saw Yeosang, showing up once more from afar. Waving good bye as he disappeared officially.
You’ll find each other. Whatever it takes.
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Present Day
Yeosang was walking down the street in this busy crowd. His eyes looking around at the sight before him. He hasn’t stopped looking for you. He wonders how you’ve been? Did you drink the potion? Did you just say that to ease his mind at the moment? Did you pass away? Did you-
“Hey watch where you’re going man!” A man shouted at him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked and saw that the guy had dropped him phone and brief case. “Oh I’m so sorry.” He said helping the guy get up as he grabbed the brief case, handing it to him
The guy took it away with attitude as he walked off. Yeosang shook his head to calm himself down as he just kept returned to walking, but he got a feeling he was being watched at. He stopped and looked up. Oh my god.
His eyes widened at the sight, it was you. Your eyes matched him as you were slowly walking to him. You were right it was him. You then picked up the speed and ran to kiss him.
He held on to you so tight, he never wanted to let you go ever again. Once you broke the kiss you smiled so bright at him, eyes twinkling in delight, “I told you I was going to find you again, my love.” You told him.
“You drank it. You’re here- I can’t believe it.” Yeosang stammered out in disbelief, “I missed you so much, my love.” He hugged you.
Taking in his cologne, you felt so happy to be in his arms again. “I missed you too,” you said, moving to his side, holding his hand. “Now come on, there’s so much I have to tell you.” You smiled at him.
He leans down one more time, kissing you. “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
You did it. You found each other after all this time.
