“How’s it feel to be twenty-one,” your brother calls loudly over the music sliding a drink in your direction, swinging his arm around your shoulder, “you’re old enough to drink now,” you roll your eyes letting out a soft scoff.
“I’ve been old enough to drink in Korea,” you remind him taking a drink from the cup he had slid in your direction and he clicks his tongue in response.
“Is that why you wanted to move here so you could go clubbing, you’re such a bad kid,” Jaebum mutters clicking his tongue and you roll your eyes once more, his friends that are sitting across from the two of you sicker to themselves.
“When are you going to introduce them to me?” You say nodding your head in their direction, Jaebum lets out a hum pointing towards them.
“You’ve met Chase,” Jaebum says pointing towards Chase and you nod, “that’s Gray, Seonghwa and Loco, Hyukwoo,” Seonghwa is really gorgeous, like unbelievably good-looking, but Hyukwoo catches your attention more, just because he seems so awkward and he has really cute eyes that catch your attention.
“Nice to meet you Seonghwa, Hyukwoo, nice seeing you again Chase,” you say with a small laugh, Hyukwoo hums in response not actually saying anything, “I can guess Seonghwa came to drink,” you say with a click of your tongue which seems to startle the older, “Hyukwoo hasn’t even touched his drink though,” you turn towards your brother who shakes his head.
“You’ll get used to her, she doesn’t speak formal to anyone,” Jaebum explains, “I’m going to go sit at the bar,” Jaebum hits your shoulder standing up, and as expected Seonghwa follows him leaving you, Hyukwoo, and Chase together.
“Are you not going to drink?” You ask pointing towards Hyukwoo’s still full cup he nods softly looking down at the cup and spinning the liquid in it, “why?” You ask with a laugh.
“I’m making sure everyone leaves safe,” he says softly rolling his lips together, he seems too cute to be someone that you’re brother hangs out with, “it’s your birthday so I don’t mind,” Hyukwoo says softly, your brother comes back to the table without Seonghwa which leads Chase to go look for him, presumably to make sure he doesn’t do something illegal.
“You know,” your brother starts, “Hyukwoo has never offered to stay sober before,” Jaebum says accusingly, “Hyukwoo, I love you guys, but none of you are good enough for my sister,” Hyukwoo lets out a shy laugh and you hit your brother’s arm sending Hyukwoo and apologetic smile.
“It’s my first time meeting her,” Hyukwoo says with a pout, “is it wrong to make a good impression,” Hyukwoo whines out and you let out a small laugh listening to the back and forth bickering of the two that follows.
“I’m twenty-one, I can make my own decisions, Jay,” you say with a laugh patting his shoulder lightly, something about Hyukwoo makes you want to defend him, “thank you, Hyukwoo,” you say softly, “this is pretty boring though Jaebum, I don’t dance, talk to people, or drink much,” you say with a click of your tongue taking another small sip of your drink, alcohol always just reminds you of medicine.
“Of course, it’s boring to you, you don’t like people,” Jaebum mutters under his breath, “I guess just, stay with Hyukwoo,” Jaebum says with a heavy sigh before standing up again, “don’t hit on my sister, I’ll have to kill you,” Jaebum says in what you can only assume must sound threatening in his mind, but in reality it just didn’t work.
“How do you and Seonghwa put up with a man like him as your CEO?” You say exasperatedly, just being around him makes you tired, the two of you really are complete opposites, Hyukwoo lets out a laugh dropping his head towards the table.
“I guess we all get along really well,” Hyukwoo says with a small nod, “he talks really good about you, I was excited to meet you tonight,” Hyukwoo says in almost a whisper your heart flutters a bit from this and you let out a small laugh in an attempt to hide that.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” you coo biting the inside of your cheek trying to think of something to say to him to keep a conversation going but failing miserably, the two of you end up sitting in a relatively comfortable silence him occasionally pointing out stupid stuff people are doing around the club.
A/N: I know it’s long past Valentine’s Day, but this was a request and there was no reason for me to turn it down. Also, I’m not amazing at romance, so if it’s terrible then oops.
Wearing a short red dress and black heels, I walked into the dining room. I was desperately trying to not stumble, even though my ankles were already killing me and I rarely wore heels. On the dining table, there were two glasses of champagne, a box of variety chocolates, and a flower bouquet. I nearly jumped when I felt two muscular arms wrap around my waist and a pair of plush, heavenly full lips press against my shoulders.
“You look gorgeous from behind. I can’t wait to see the full view.”
A smile crept its way onto my face, and I turned around and placed my hands on his broad chest. “You’re the only guy I know who manages to be perverted and charming at the same time.”
A smile lit up Jay’s face and he gently kissed my lips. “I’m the only guy allowed to be perverted towards you, though. And I was right that the front view is absolutely stunning.” He took a small step away from me to get a better look and whistled, causing me to blush and giggle. “Come on, sit down. Your feet must be killing you.” He lead me by the hand to the table, pulling out a chair and pushing me in once I sat down. He sat opposite of me and we both grabbed a glass of wine. “Cheers to our amazing relationship that I would not trade for the world.”
I smiled and my heart raced at his words. Usually the sweetest thing he would say was ‘I love you’ or something perverted, even though he truly was an amazing boyfriend. “Cheers.” We chimed our glasses together and I took a sip while he took three. “Are you nervous for something? You’re usually not one for wine and here you are, happily drinking it.”
He smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “No, not at all. I’m just happy to be here with you.”
My eyes crinkled as my smile widened. “I’m happy to be here with you, too.”
“I reserved a dinner for us, so we should probably get going.”
I stood up from the chair as he did and started walking out to his car. “You didn’t rent the whole restaurant this time, did you?”
As he reached the driver’s side, he put on his blazer, unlocked the his car, and sat in the driver’s seat. I sat in the passenger’s seat as he simply replied with, “Don’t worry about it. It’s Valentine’s Day, so I need to show my love.” The engine came to life and he drove in the direction of what I assumed was heading towards the restaurant.
Once we reached the restaurant, we walked in and I discovered that he had reserved the restaurant for just the two of us. We sat down at a table lit by candlelight. The candles were unscented, but provided a beautiful glow.
“It’s not surprising that you rented the place for the night,” I said as I sat in a chair and began scanning over the menu. He sat across from me and started reading his menu, glancing back up at me every so often. He was trying to be sneaky about it, but he had never been good at hiding things. I placed my menu down flat on the table top and watched him. “Jay.”
“Yeah?,” he asked in an almost startled voice, trying to put on an act.
“Why do you keep looking at me?”
He scoffed and grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Jay! What are you hiding? Is a band going to come out of nowhere and start playing?”
He laughed and simply replied, “No. If I wanted to have someone perform for you, I’d either do it myself or get one of the AOMG boys to.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled, shaking my head. “You would go to the ends of the world to promote your boys.”
“Of course. Friends help friends.”
We spent the rest of the night talking about nonsense, laughing, eating, and drinking. After having a dessert of strawberry cheesecake, he did his nervous habit of rubbing his hands together slowly and then silently clapping them together. He looked incredibly handsome in a tuxedo, but the tattoos made him look like a mob boss. I would have giggled if it weren’t for the fact that
“Jay? What’s wrong?”
“Oh! Nothing. Sorry. I guess I kind of spaced out. Go ahead and head out to the car while I pay.” He stiffly smiled and stood up, helping me out of my seat and walking me to the door, and then heading to the front desk.
Later that night, I was now makeup-less and wearing shorts and one of Jay’s tank tops that was a little too big for me, but was comfortable and smelled like his cologne. We were lying in bed, watching La La Land, when he paused the movie and turned to face me. Anxiousness was written all over his face and my worry returned. He was rarely, if ever, anxious.
He opened his mouth and let it hang open for a few split seconds before finally speaking: “I’ve been thinking about this for a while and the moment finally feels right...” He reached into the pocket of his gym shorts and pulled out a small box covered with crushed velvet. He slowly opened the box and sheepishly asked, “Will you... Will you marry me?”
I wanted to make a joke like, ‘The player Jay Park wanting to settle down?’ but decided against it since it would ruin the moment. I was overcome by joy and would have broken into tears if I hadn’t taken a quick moment to collect myself. “Of course I will marry you.” He grinned and slipped the gorgeous engagement ring onto my finger.
We embraced each other in a tight, warm hug and kissed each. It started out as quick and loving but grew more passionate and deeper by the second. Soon he was on top of me and his hands were gently caressing every inch of my body. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and I slid his shirt off over his head. My fingertips lightly traced the outlines of his muscles after he slipped off the tank top of his that I had stolen. He gently sucked on my bottom lip and I gently nibbled at his top lip.
His lips trailed down to my neck and planted butterfly kisses all over it. His lips were so soft and plush, they were an addiction in themselves. My fingers raked through his hair and he stripped off my remaining clothing. Feeling embarrassingly bare compared to him, I stripped him naked as well. The room was dimly lit with the only light source coming from the television and the light and shadows worked together to perfectly sculpt his glorious body. I wanted him- not in a greedy, animal-like way but in a way that declared this man as being ‘the one’.
His lips ravished my breasts with kissing and licking, with love underlining every movement. One of his fingers rubbed my clit in slow, large circles. It was obvious that all he wanted to do was fuck me senseless by his throbbing cock and it effortlessly excited me even more. I wanted him to fuck me senseless, too, but that could be saved for another time- tonight was about our love for one another.
He left a passionate kiss on my lips before saying, “I love you so much, angel.”
“I love you, too.”
His lips captured mine in another passionate kiss as he positioned himself and slowly entered my aching core. It had been so long since we had made love to where this felt like a new experience that I was oddly excited for. I squirmed beneath him as he slowly thrusted in and out and grabbed my hand, gently squeezing it as his thrusts became a more moderate pace- not fast, but not slow.
There was little to no space between our bodies as we only focused on each other and shared our love for one another in the most intimate way. We broke off the kiss to catch our breath, panting but desperately wanting to feel every inch of each other. His full length was penetrating me and it felt almost heavenly. At that moment, all I wanted was to stay like this but knew that we would both soon reach our climax.
He pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it. We were both close and it took all of his will to keep from thrusting so hard that my head would hit the headboard. I kissed his lips and cupped his cheek with my free hand. He rest his forehead on mine as I said, “Baby, I’m close.”
“Cum for me, angel. I need your sweet release.”
I rocked my hips in rhythm with his and the tip of his cock grazed my g-spot, finally sending me to my orgasm. I weakly moaned his name and felt his warm seed spill inside me. I was on the pill, so neither of us stressed about condoms. He grunted my name as he rode out our orgasms and collapsed beside me, pulling me to his chest. I snuggled close to him, bathing in his warmth. His arms always made me feel so safe and I had to struggle to not fall asleep right then and there.
He had an arm wrapped around me and my head was resting on his chest. He studied my left hand and a goofy grin appeared on his face. “We’re engaged...”
I blushed, the realization that we would undoubtedly soon be husband and wife finally completely sinking in.
“Well I just did,” you answered coming up to him. “So… Would you mind repeating yourself now that I’m here?”
“No… No way,” he shook his head in disagreement.
“What? Why not?” you pouted, sitting down next to him. “You had no problem saying it to the others,” you turned to look around but everyone left as soon as you walked into the room. “Where did they all go? There were here a second ago?”
“I think I should be going too…” he was about to stand up but you pushed him down to his seat.
“If you’re not going to tell me then I won’t help you with your project anymore,” you teased.
“Okay fine,” he took your hand and squeezed it. “I like you,” he whispered.
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
“Agh I’m not repeating it for the third time!” he said embarrassed and quickly rushed out of the room.
The sound of keys jingling in the front door woke you from your sleep. Of course, you’d fallen asleep in the living room again. As quick as you could you wiped the sleep from your eyes and tried to clean up the papers that had fallen from your lap and onto the floor. There was still a struggle at the door when you were finished so you got up quickly and opened it from the inside.
“Hey,” you said quietly pulling the door open for him. He nodded in reply.
You helped him remove the bags that lined his arms as he held onto your daughter while she slept against his shoulder. You placed several small kisses against her hands and cheek before he walked her back into her bedroom to tuck her in.
“It’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep?” He asked finding you in the kitchen as you waited for the tea kettle to go off.
“Tea?” You asked avoiding the question.
“Yes, please.” He said leaning against the counter. The kitchen was so small that it didn’t matter where you stood, he was always going to be within a touching distance. “Did you fall asleep while you were working again? You have to take care of yourself since I’m not here to make sure you are.”
“I’m fine.” You said defiantly and turned to the stove as the kettle began its song.
“I worry about you. Kira…Kira said you’ve been crying a lot.
“Kira shouldn’t be saying things like that to you anymore, it’s not your problem.” You slid a mug across the short distance between the two of you.
“It could be, if you’d just let me back in.” He said quietly.
“Kiseok…”
“I know, I’m sorry.” He responded quickly, “Do you need anything? Money?”
Your face snapped towards his quickly, angrily, “I do just fine.”
He sighed, defeated. “I’m not offering as a handout. You do so much for our family. It’s the least I could do to remove any money related stress. That’s all I meant.”
The two of you stood quietly. You looked down at your feet, your toes inches from his. It was always easier when he wasn’t around for awhile. When he had a tour or a concert and couldn’t make his weekend. It made you feel terrible because it meant that Kira missed out, but seeing him just reminded you too much.
It reminded you of when the two of you first met. It reminded you of how nervous he looked when he kissed you for the first time. You remembered being shook by the man you’d seen as nothing but confident look remotely concerned about rejection. Seeing him reminded you of the day you moved in together, arguing about where things should go, extra irritated from exhaustion and heat. He reminded you of the angry makeup sex you shared all over your messy, box filled home.
He reminded you of the birthday dinner you’d had when he asked you to marry him. He reminded you of the first few years after the wedding, just the two of you. You went with him to so many new places, had so many new experiences those years.
Seeing Kiseok made you think about the moment you realized you were pregnant. It reminded you of how diligent he was during the pregnancy. He reminded you of how good he was with Kira. How much he loved her.
He also reminded you of the arguments. You’d struggled so much. Your first year with a new baby and Kiseok was always away at work or on tour. You fought so often, worse than you ever had before. Then she turned two and the fighting stopped even though the anger was still there. You were just tired. That’s when you felt your relationship dying. You knew fighting was better than having given up but you didn’t have the energy anymore.
Then when you thought it couldn’t get much worse, he confessed to the cheating. He promised it was once. That he would never do it again. It was an accident. She meant nothing. He let the conflict get the best of him. That’s when you separated. That’s when this became your life.
You pushed your foot slightly forward and rubbed your toe against the side of his heel. He rubbed his foot against yours and after a moment of silence he held out his hand to you. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you into his body, taking your breath away. He pressed his lips against your neck and shoulder, breathing you in. Your breath came out in heavy pants. It felt so good to be touched that it hurt.
He kissed across the tops of your breasts and back up your neck and your nails dug into his shoulders. He kissed along your cheeks and your jaw. He kissed your ears and your eyelids and your nose. You only stopped him when he went for your lips. You placed your fingers in front of his mouth. If he kissed you for real, it would be over, you would fall back into him.
“Baby, please.” He begged, forehead pressed against yours, “I will do anything. I just need you back. I hate my life when you’re not in it.”
He dropped his head to your chest and cried. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and comforted him as best you could through your own tears. “We have to see a counselor.” You said after a few minutes.
He lifted his head, hope shining in his eyes. “Of course.”
“You need to be around more.”
“Everyday.” He promised without hesitation.
“I need you to promise me…” you said finally. Your last condition.
He didn’t need to ask what the promise was that you needed. He lifted his palms to your cheeks and looked you dead in the eye. “I will never, ever hurt you like again. I swear on everything. My life, our family, all of it. Never again.”
You wiped the tears off of his cheeks and whispered “I love you.”
He rested his head against your shoulder and sobbed. You gently kissed the top of his head. You’d remember this. You’d remember the way he said he loved you. The sincerity. He’d remember how much he had hurt you and how much he had hurt as a consequence and he would, as he would continue to promise, never hurt you again.
A/N: I had asked for some information on what the requester was wanting, but absolutely no one helped. So here it is. No one is allowed to complain.
It was as hot as ever outside, but I couldn’t just go inside and enjoy air conditioning so instead I drank bottles upon bottles of ice-cold water. Beads of sweat rolled down my neck and face and I decided to pull my hair up in a ponytail. I envied Jay because he was a man with short hair and he could take off his shirt- people would drool over him meanwhile it would be obscene if I were to do it.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when his hands came to rest on my hips from behind. “You jackass, you scared me,” I hissed.
“I’m sorry, but we have a problem,” he whispered into my ear and pushed his lower half into my ass, revealing that he was getting an erection.
“Wow, I didn’t know that you were this dedicated to charity. I’ll remember to keep you from giving out food at homeless shelters,” I remarked.
“Oh, shut up. That’s not it at all.” He grabbed my wrist and we ducked into a nearby building, and he continued to push my into a bathroom and locked the door behind us. “Please just help. That’s all I’m asking. You’re my girlfriend, so it’s not like people will look down on you.”
“Jay, we’re at a charity event. We’re supposed to be doing charity work. It doesn’t mean charity for your dick. Take care of yourself.”
“Please, I don’t want to take care of myself.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t have amazing tits to suck on, an ass to touch, and I don’t moan and whimper when being fucked. Baby, I need you.”
“Fuck you, now I’m horny.” I shoved him against the wall and we hungrily undressed each other, paying little attention to any ripping noises. His hands cupped my ass and lifted me onto the sink. He caught my lips in a hungry kiss that devoured all of my sense. His lips were so soft and plush, I could kiss him forever. He pulled away from my lips and trailed kisses down my neck and to my cleavage.
The tip of his cock pressed against my cunt, making me heat up even more. I grabbed his cock and started pumping him- starting out slow and gradually picking up the pace. He kissed across my chest and started sucking on my right nipple. I moaned and arched my chest forward. One of his middle fingers crept down to my cunt, swiped up some of my juices, and began gliding against my clit.
I hissed from the sudden pleasure and tugged at his hair with my free hand. He rubbed faster and I slightly tightened my grip on his throbbing cock. Within seconds, he was close to his climax and pulled my hand away from him, pinning both of them against the mirror behind me. He thrusted into me, not being gentle at all with it, and I gasped. I squirmed beneath him and grinded my hips against his, desperately wanting more friction.
He rapidly thrusted in and out of me, getting closer and closer to the spot I most wanted to be pounded. “Come on, baby... Just a little bit deeper,” I breathed out. Wanting to grab onto something, I tried to pull my wrists out of his hands but only accomplished getting his grip tighter. He thrusted deeper and harder, finally pounding into that special spot. I almost screamed, but harshly bit onto my lower lip to keep from giving away exactly what we were doing.
He switched to my other nipple and sucked and lightly bit at it every so often. “Fuck, Jay,” I breathlessly gasped out. The faucet to the sink started to dig into my back, causing it to ache. His free hand massaged my other breast and I slipped into a moaning mess. We both forgot about trying to remain silent and were in our own little world confined by the walls of a bathroom.
My vision became hazy as my orgasm hit and I moaned out his name. He pulled out and I got on my knees, looking up at him and wanting to taste his sweet release. He jerked himself off and his warm load spilled into my mouth. “That’s it, swallow, baby girl.” I gladly swallowed and he pulled me up to my feet, planting a haste kiss on my lips.
We cleaned up and redressed, trying to make it look like we hadn’t just fucked in a stranger’s bathroom. “What caused you to be horny in the first place?”
He became a little shy when he answered, “I, uh, may or may not be conditioned to... think you’re going to give me a blowjob when you’re putting your hair in a ponytail.”
(Admin: WWT Hun, Hi I’m tryhards Hun I’m filling in for WWT for today and maybe tomorrow idk.)
You pushed his arms away from your sides still facing away from him, your face was hot with anger and embarrassment. Why did I fall in love with someone like him, you thought to yourself.
“Please don’t leave,” Jaebum’s voice wavered, his bottom lip trembling with fear at the thought of you leaving him for good.
“It’s too much,” you tried to keep your voice straight, to not let it waver, but things never seemed to work in your favor at these times, he always won, you wanted to be different.
“We can work it out please,” his hand gripped your wrist tightly, you thought he’d leave a bruise if he held you much tighter, “I don’t know what I’ll do without you please,” something about his words felt more sincere than they ever had, your defenses were crumbling at your feet.
He pulled you backward until your back was against his chest, his arms were back around your middle holding you close to him. You could feel his arms shaking when his grip tightened, you could hear the unsteadiness of his breathing against your neck where he’d buried his head. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away again, you wanted to win, but your heart was betraying itself.
“It’s too much,” you choked out again, your hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt like it was your only form of protection; like it was keeping you from falling one-thousand feet.
“I promise it’ll be better, I’ll be better,” he pulled you even closer if it was possible, it was like he was trying to make the two of you become one, “my fame doesn’t matter, the money doesn’t matter to me,” he breathed out, he paused trying to find his words, “you’re the only thing that matters, don’t leave,” he practically begged at the end.
You turned around in his arms when he moved his head from your neck and slightly loosened his grip on you. His eyes were red and puffy, you assumed yours were the same from the mix of fighting and lack of sleep. You pressed your hand to his cheek wiping away some of the tears still stained his skin. He leaned into your touch, a few more tears seeping from his eyes when he closed them.
“I’ll stay,” you said softly, the ache in your heart seemed to lessen at the two simple words, “please keep your promise,” he opened his eyes bringing one of his hands to hold the wrist of your hand that held his cheek, a small smile twitched at your lips.
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“Seonghwa I’m serious it’s scary,” you whined, your blanket pulled up over your head while you talked to your amused boyfriend over the phone.
“The locks and everything were changed you’ll be fine,” he assured you in a. comforting tone, he spun in his chair smiling at the image of you hiding under your blankets, as upset as he was about the fact your apartment was broken into a few days ago he couldn’t help but think the way you acted was cute.
“Seonghwa I really don’t want to be alone,” you whined pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Do you want me to come over?” Seonghwa questioned, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to contain his smile.
"Can you, when you get off work," you asked, Seonghwa hummed in response, “it’s seriously scary Seonghwa I’m not kidding,” you pouted snuggling closer to your blankets.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes calm down, I’m not that busy tonight,” Seonghwa assured you, “try to go to sleep, you have work tomorrow don’t you,” you groaned at the reminder, “I’ll be there later so just try to sleep,” Seonghwa said in a soft tone.
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