park "i'm not gonna do any real flirting, just gonna stare at the woman of my dreams until she noticed my pathetic level of yearning radiating off of my aura and big brown eyes" gyeong sok
“Hyunju…” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in closer. The faint smell of alcohol lingers between them. “Are you going to miss me? In Thailand?"
pairing: cho hyunju x park gyeongseok
word count: 1.9k
warnings: au - canon divergence, first kiss, drunken kisses, sexual tension, making out.
a/c: english is not my first language! wrote this for ao3 but I decided to post here for my fellow hyunju x gyeongseok lovers!
"I bought the tickets yesterday," Cho Hyunju says at last, blunt and to the point, a small smile on her lips. She doesn’t meet his eyes. "One way only."
She places her drink down slowly, feeling the edges of her tipsiness creeping in. Her vision wavers slightly, and she knows if she isn’t careful, the words will start pouring out of her mouth unchecked. She heads toward the backyard for some fresh air, hearing his footsteps close behind.
“You know, Thailand’s weather is ridiculously hot. And humid.” Gyeongseok says, trying to keep up with Hyunju’s fast pace. "Even for us Koreans."
Hyunju chuckles, unimpressed. She turns to face him, effectively stopping them in the middle of the hallway. “I know that. You and Geumja don’t need to remind me every second.”
He laughs along with her, leaning against the wall and taking another swig from his bottle. “Hyunju," he said with relish, rolling it around on his tongue, his words slurring just enough to reveal how drunk he is. His shirt undone at the top, revealing a flush chest, no doubt from all the soju he’s had. He sways slightly, his voice dripping as he teases, “Who’s gonna protect you if you go to Thailand alone?”
It’s a rhetorical question, almost a joke, despite their unspoken agreement to not talk about the games too much and drag the mood down during social gatherings, Gyeonseok can’t help himself. So often his thoughts would drift to Hyunju and her skill with guns. He wanted to ask her about it, to tell her how impressed he was with her.
He wanted to know her more.
Hyunju shakes her head, laughing more freely. He steps closer, and for a second, she thinks he might stumble and fall into her. She reaches out, steadying him with a hand on his chest and then grabbing his bottle. “You are drunk.”
He smirks, he wasn’t that drunk. “So, are you actually leaving then?”
“Gyeonseok…” Hyunju falters, and she looks away. She doesn’t understand exactly why it’s so hard and embarrassing to tell him about the plane tickets. Going to Thailand has been her goal, her dream, that’s why she went through that hell, that’s why she survived. Yet, looking at his eyes and telling him she’s going away make the words stick to her throat. “I-“
He sees this as an answer itself and nods, running a hand through his head and the other in his waist, he lets the silence stretch for a minute before saying a little lower. “I’m gonna miss you.”
Hyunju lifted her head and tilted it, almost like she didn’t get the words right, that she was imagining the whole interaction. She pursues her lips, wanting to say something, anything. “I-“
He cleaned his throat, his hand going to the back of his neck. She sees how the red in his exposed chest got a little more vibrant, she doesn’t think it’s the alcohol this time. “I mean, we’re all gonna miss you… You know.”
Hyunju nods her head then, giving him a little smile. “Yeah, yeah.” She says, a little chuckle leaving her lips.
Gyeonseok was by no means a talkative person. Neither was she. They rarely spoke about their times in the games. She never asked him why he had saved her, and he never asked her about Youngmi. Hyunju often thought that if she hadn’t run into him at that public park, she wouldn’t have reached out, or even come close to the kind of relationship they had now.
Or whatever they had between them.
He steps closer, leaving the wall behind to stand face-to-face with her. His arm moves slowly, his hand brushing lightly against her fingers as he takes the bottle from her grip. Without a word, he tilts it back and finishes what’s left of the alcohol.
At this closer distance, Hyunju sees more than the tired eyes and dark circles that seem to brand every survivor of the games, haunted by nightmares and memories they’d rather forget. Those were things she’d grown used to seeing. But now, she notices the fresh trim of his beard and how his hair is longer, like hers. Yet he’s changed in other ways, too. He seems lighter somehow, maybe even happier.
She tells herself she’ll feel that way soon, too. In Thailand.
“Hyunju…” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he leans in closer. The faint smell of alcohol lingers between them. She tilts her head instinctively, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Are you going to miss me? In Thailand?"
Her nervous chuckle escapes before she can stop it, her eyes darting everywhere but his face. “Phones exist,” she says, her voice wavering slightly, trying to sound dismissive. “I can always call you.”
“That’s not what I asked you,” He says, a smirk playing on his lips. Hyunju can’t help but look before quickly averting her eyes again. “Are you gonna miss me?”
She doesn’t know why it’s so hard to say yes. Of course she’s going to miss him, it should be an easy answer. if Geumja asked her the same question, she wouldn’t feel that nervous. But then again, the way she’ll miss the old woman isn’t the same as the way she’ll miss Gyeongseok.
She stays silent then, unable to meet his gaze. He let out a soft sign and his grin widened, like he’s been reading her mind all along. And maybe he can. For once, Hyunju wishes she’d had more to drink, enough to blame the flush on her cheeks on the alcohol rather than the proximity of him.
He sets the empty bottle on a nearby desk, then lifts a hand to her jaw. His fingers brush her skin lightly as he tilts her face up to meet his eyes. His voice is soft. "No?"
She finally looks into his eyes and swallows hard, her gaze dragging across his face. The tired shadows beneath his eyes, the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the curve of his nose, and then his lips. Her attention sticks there, her head shaking in response to his question, though her focus remains locked on his mouth.
His finger moves to her chin, a firmer touch now, guiding her focus back to him. He wets his lips once, and for a moment, Hyunju is certain he’s about to say something. But his eyes speak instead, asking for permission.
She nods, once, then again, her breath catching as it leaves her lungs.
And then he kisses her.
At first, it’s soft, almost hesitant. His hand cradles her jaw as he leads the kiss, his movements careful, aware of her nervousness. He can feel it in the way her hands stay at her sides, her fingers fidgeting anxiously like she always does. So, when he pulls back to breathe, he’s half expecting her to step away, maybe slap him in the face and run to the main room where the others are still laughing and drinking. He fears this might be the last time he’ll see her like this.
But then she kisses him.
This time, it’s stronger, more certain. The sudden intensity catches him off guard, and their teeth clash briefly before he adjusts, tilting his head to find the right angle. Her hands move, one to the back of his neck, the other to his shoulder, and the warmth of her touch sends a spark through him. His body responds instinctively, heat rising with every second. He wants more. He wants her.
The kiss deepens, growing heated as Gyeongseok lets himself push his tongue into her mouth. Hyunju responds instinctively, a soft moan escaping her as she steps closer, her body leaning into his.
When they finally pull away, both are breathless. Gyeongseok wears a foolish grin, unable to help himself as he takes in Hyunju’s flushed face and slightly swollen lips. He leans in for another kiss, but she presses a hand to his chest, stopping him.
“Someone’s going to see us,” she murmurs, her voice trembling slightly.
And she’s right. From the hallway, the sound of loud, drunken conversations and bottles clinking fills the air. Anyone could walk out and catch them at any moment, they’re lucky that it didn’t happen yet. But Gyeongseok doesn’t care. Not even a little. His grin softens into something more playful, his voice low as he replies, “I couldn’t care less.”
So he kissed her again, his hand slipping to the back of her head to guide her. This kiss is different, dirtier, wilder than the ones before. Hyunju doesn’t hesitate this time, her tongue meeting his with the same urgency, and she steps closer, sliding her thigh between his legs to pull him against her. Gyeongseok lets out a muffled moan, the sound escaping before he can stop it, and he has to break the kiss to catch his breath. Hyunju chuckles softly, amused by his reaction.
Gyeonseok is glad that they’re the same height because he can lean his forehead against her shoulder. Their shared breathlessness becomes a quiet moment of understanding before he turns his head slightly, pressing gentle kisses along the curve of her neck. Hyunju bites her lip, trying to stifle the noise threatening to escape her throat.
“I think we need to stop,” he murmurs, lifting his head from her shoulder and letting his lips trail along her jawline. The words feel like a betrayal to his own desires. He really doesn’t want to, He doesn’t want to stop, not when every part of him craves her. But the tightness in his pants is a stark reminder of how much this moment is affecting him, and he knows they’re at risk of losing control entirely.
Hyunju laughs more freely now, her hair a little messy and her lips swollen from the intensity of the kisses. Gyeongseok wonders if his lips look the same, but he doesn't ask. “Yeah,” she says softly, taking her legs between his and stepping back.
He follows her, pressing one more kiss to her lips, his hand resting on her waist. This time, it’s soft, tender, and even sweet. “You know,” he murmurs, pulling away from the kiss and creating some distance between them, “there’s this nice restaurant I know…”
“I would love to,” Hyunju responds, but then she looks down, avoiding his gaze. Her playful smirk makes his heart skip a beat. “This time you’ll be sober,” she teases, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’m not…” Gyeongseok turns toward the wall, staring at it as he adjusts his pants. “I’m not that drunk. This wasn’t a drunk decision. I knew exactly what I was doing.” His voice shifts, a little more serious now.
He glances back at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe the alcohol just gave me courage,” he says with a shrug. “Next Monday, you’re still gonna be here?”
Hyunju answers his question without hesitation, but she doesn’t respond to his earlier deflation, even if the sparkling of her eyes tell everything about what she thinks. "Yeah, 12:00?"
“Alright,” he says, a grin spreading across his face. He heads for the door to the main living room but pauses before leaving. “Gonna come? Or need some fresh air?”
She wants to go with him, to stay at his side just a little longer, but after everything that just happened, she knows she needs a moment alone to catch her breath. “Fresh air. I’ll be there in a minute.”
He nods, walking toward the door before pausing and looking over his shoulder. “Oh, and Gyeongseok?” she calls softly.
“What?”
“Thailand’s not that far away, and the tickets are really cheap,” she says, watching as confusion flashes across his face before realization settles in. A smirk spreads across his lips.
“Just so you know,” she adds with a teasing smile, “if you want to visit me.”
⊹་ ✮﹒ pre-op Cho Hyun-ju x Fem Reader x Park Gyeong-seokㅤᐟᐟᡣ𐭩
⸻𝅙𝅙𓂂𝅙𝅙ᢉ𐭩𝅙﹒ ゛ You met the former sergeant and the painter during the games. After the games end, Hyun-ju and Gyeong-seok grew closer to you than ever before, leaving your heart in a state of confusion, especially after lunch at Geum-ja's house, "alone" in the bathroom, you said the most unthinkable thing at the time. From that moment on, your life changes completely. But, it's okay, now you had a super cool girlfriend and boyfriend by your side. ㅤ゛✿꯭𖥔
﹢﹐‼️ㅤCWㅤ✦ㅤGunshots (rebellion), jealous. Mention of kidnapping, disappearance, cancer, deaths and childbirth. Reader has custody of Cheol, "Y/n" used a few times. Basically all the protagonists are alive. ☆ Dom!Gyeong-seok x Sub!Reader x Dom!Hyun-ju — (Power dynamics / domination & submission). Bathroom makeouts, naughty hands/looks. Threesome — clothed sex semi-public (risk of getting caught... well), dirty talk, groping breasts, neck and shoulder nibbling/kissing, slight hair pulling, marks, cock sucking (oral, Hyun-ju receiving), unprotected P in V (Gyeong-seok giving), cumming inside and in the mouth, doggy style. Slightly ooc. Se-mi kind of heard/saw everything. English is not my first language. If there are any mistakes or any warnings I missed, I apologize. MEN AND MINORS DNI. ㅤ 𖥔﹒៸៸
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𝜗ৎㅤ OTHERSㅤ⦂ㅤIntro ┊ 002ㅤ ᰔ .ᐟ
NOTE ⎯⎯ I was a little inspired by the oneshots "Good Friends Share" by @kahhore, I was reading it before I started writing, Lol. Enjoy. ♡
-ㅤ𖥻 cover by me .ᐟ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ⁺⠀ 𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤ001ㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎ ⁺
Gunshots echoed through the hallways, the tense atmosphere straight out of an action movie. Hyun-ju stayed behind the pink wall, checking if she had enough ammo while Gyeong-seok listened to the guards firing. Gi-hun — player 456 — and Jung-bae — player 390 — were hidden nearby. Four Guards were shooting precisely in their direction, while two others players had been killed by Player 001, Young-il—who, in reality was the leader of the games. The Front Man.
“I’ve got enough.” Gyeong-seok whispered, breaking the silence. The tension in Hyun-ju’s shoulders eased slightly as she glanced at him.
Before they could move forward, another Guard stepped in, shooting Young-il in the back. The shot wasn’t fatal, but strong enough to knock him unconscious. Gyeong-seok and Hyun-ju widened their eyes at the sight as the Guard approached, covering for them and throwing the others off their trail.
“Is this a trap?” Gyeong-seok muttered to the woman beside him, who kept her eyes on the Guard.
The Guard looked at them, her expression unreadable through the black mask marked with a "△", Gyeong-seok frowned, holding his submachine gun protectively. Hyun-ju just observed, sharp and silent.
“You two know someone who interests me too.” It wasn’t a question — it was a statement, cold but oddly soft in tone.
Hyun-ju noticed the forced inflection in the Guard’s voice, like she was trying to disguise the femininity in it.
Before they could ask anything, the Guard disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared, slipping back among the others, leaving the duo confused. Hyun-ju looked at Gyeong-seok, who mirrored her expression.
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When the tension settled, Gi-hun confronted their old ally, now lying impassively on one of the dorm beds, handcuffed. Dae-ho apologized on his knees for not returning and explained he’d suffered a sudden anxiety attack. Jung-bae scolded him but eventually calmed him down.
As soon as Hyun-ju and Gyeong-seok passed through the doors and locked them, they immediately ran to you—Player 366.
Hyun-ju had first met you in the second game, when she tried to form a team. You had been part of Team 3 while she led Team 4, and when your team won, you ended up chatting in the hallway as fellow leaders. As for Gyeong-seok, you’d met him during the third game. When the number three was announced, he had pulled both you and Hyun-ju into a room, saving both your lives. From then on, the three of you had developed a friendship.
Friendship.
“God—you’re alive!” you sighed in relief, feeling Hyun-ju pull you into a hug. “What took you two so long to come back?!”
Gyeong-seok cleared his throat, making Hyun-ju step back. He hugged you seconds later, while the woman watched.
“We had to make sure no Guard would come back.” Hyun-ju explained, and you nodded, relieved by her tone.
It was a lie. But she was very good at lying.
They were still discussing what that Guard had meant—who or what she was talking about.
“Are you okay?”
“I should be asking that.” you replied to Gyeong-seok, who smiled faintly.
“I’m relieved at the thought that we might actually get out of here,” Hyun-ju said, glancing at where Gi-hun was interrogating Young-il with other players around. “we have the Front Man in our hands.”
You smiled at the thought of finally going home. You had a fling a few years ago, Sae-Byeok. You were close to her younger brother, Cheol — when you made enough money, you paid for his custody and adopted him. He was probably worried about your sudden disappearance. He only had you left, since Sae-Byeok had also vanished and was presumed dead by the state.
“When we get out, we’re having lunch at Mrs. Jang’s place, right?” you asked. Hyun-ju looked at you with a smile, while Gyeong-seok seemed shy.
“She didn’t exactly invite me-”
"I invite you," you interrupted him confidently. Gyeong-seok blushed, still shy. " If you want."
“Then… can I bring my daughter with me?”
You looked at him in surprise, just like Hyun-ju.
“Excuse me, you have a daughter?”
“Yes… I’m here to pay for her treatment. She’s seven, and she has skin cancer…” he said quietly, looking lost in thought.
Sadness hit you.
You glanced at Hyun-ju, and both of you placed a hand on each of his shoulders.
“I’m sure Mrs. Jang won’t mind if you bring one more person, especially a little girl. I was even thinking of bringing a friend myself, if Mrs. Jang doesn’t mindm” you said with a weak smile, trying to cheer him up.
Hyun-ju looked around.
“Well, it looks like our lunch is settled then.”
You and Gyeong-seok followed her gaze, spotting Young-il free, opening the doors to announce the games were over. No bluff — he seemed confident. Of course he was: Gi-hun and Jung-bae were pointing a gun at his head.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⁺⠀ 𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎ ⁺
The man wasn’t lying. The games were over. There was no vote, just a decision — backed by the threat of violence.
The same process as the kidnapping was repeated. During the night, toxic gas was released into the dormitory. The Guards stripped the players down to their underwear, then tossed them into separate vans. Each person was blindfolded, wrists and ankles bound, and dumped in different cities along with their belongings.
You were thrown onto a street in Gwangmyeong, the city where you’d been living temporarily after gaining custody of Cheol. Strangely, nothing covered your mouth, so you used it to gnaw at the rope around your wrists, eventually freeing yourself after countless tries. Pulling off the blindfold, you sat on the ground and looked around, spotting someone a little ahead doing the same thing.
“Hyun-ju??”
The woman seemed to hear you and immediately nodded. The night made it a little hard to see.
You smiled with relief as you recognized her, then returned to struggling with the ropes on your ankles. Whoever had tied them had made the knot even tighter than the one on your wrists, making it harder. Minutes later, a shadow loomed over you. Looking up, you saw Hyun-ju, already dressed in normal clothes.
A white blouse and a black skirt. She looked… cute.
“Let me help you.”
You didn’t even answer, just watched her untie the knot, feeling a bit embarrassed to be half-naked. But her gaze didn’t linger on your body; she was focused on freeing you. When she finally got the rope off, you sighed in relief and quickly put your clothes back on.
“Where do you live?” Hyun-ju asked curiously.
Even though you had grown closer to her than to Gyeong-seok, you’d never shared much about your personal life. She only knew you were a foreigner and that you and that you had custody of Cheol.
“Two blocks from here. And you?”
“Looks like we’re neighbors.” she said with a faint smile.
The walk to your house was comfortable. The streets were empty, but it didn’t feel like a horror movie — after all, you were with Cho Hyun-ju. At one point, you remembered hearing her talk to Gyeong-seok about being a former sergeant in the South Korean special forces, which was pretty badass.
Too bad those bastards had rejected her for being a trans woman.
Her house was just three doors down from yours. You exchanged numbers before saying goodbye. Cheol had been asleep, but he woke to the noise, and when he saw you, he cried in your arms all night, terrified you had abandoned him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⁺⠀ 𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎ ⁺
The next day, you took a two-and-a-half-hour shower, making up for the three days without bathing on that mysterious game island. Afterward, you put on clothes you liked and walked Cheol to his school. Even though he didn’t want to go, desperate to know where you had been.
“I already told you, I’ll explain everything later, okay?” The boy huffed indignantly before hugging you and heading inside.
As you stepped outside, you spotted Hyun-ju at a lottery shop, holding a surprise card. You crossed the street to greet her warmly, and she returned the gesture, showing you her card before revealing the balance.
₩2.6 billion.
“Wow!”
The word left your mouth automatically. Hyun-ju smiled faintly, guilt lingering in her eyes at the thought that all that money carried the blood of so many others.
“You must’ve gotten one too. Mine was inside my bag.”
You frowned, checking your bag. Sure enough, there was the same card inside.
“So… what’s the first thing you’re gonna do with this money?” you asked playfully, staring at the card in thought.
“I’m not sure yet,” she admitted with a shy smile as the two of you left the shop. “I don’t want to spend it all at once. I’ll try to find a job, earn slowly until I feel safe enough to move to Thailand and finish my surgeries.”
You nodded understandingly. Hyun-ju always seemed shy when talking about her surgeries and her past, but with you, she seemed more comfortable.
Vocês passaram a manhã conversando até se depararem com uma cena familiar no parque: um homem com a filha nos braços, conversando com uma mulher de cabelo curto.
“Is that Gyeong-seok?” Hyun-ju tilted her head.
You didn’t even answer, dashing toward him excitedly. The moment he saw you, he froze in place. His daughter noticed you and slid down from his lap, grabbing some paintbrushes curiously.
“Gyeong-seok!! Remember us??” you asked playfully, out of breath as you stopped in front of him.
He stood up so quickly his stool toppled over.
“Y/n-” He hugged you tightly, clearly having missed you.
Subtly, he breathed in the scent of your neck — not enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough that he noticed he liked it.
“Oh, so you work here” Hyun-ju remarked as she approached, admiring the surroundings.
The short-haired woman he had been speaking to was still there, watching silently but keeping her attention on the child.
“I’m glad you came. Jun-hee just passed by,” he said cheerfully, pulling a piece of paper with a handwritten number from his pocket and handing it to you. “It’s Mrs. Jang’s address—she invited us all for lunch one of these days. She even said I could bring Na-yeon.”
You glanced at the paper, reading the number, then looked back at him.
“‘Na-yeon’? That’s your daughter’s name?” Hyun-ju asked sweetly.
You looked at the little girl playing with the paintbrushes and smiled warmly.
Hyun-ju stared at him in surprise while you looked at him in disbelief.
“Daddy, are those the women you were drawing?” Na-yeon asked, holding up a sketch.
A beautifully detailed drawing of you and Hyun-ju. Cute, realistic.
Hyun-ju blushed with a shy smile while you fought the urge to cry. Nobody had ever drawn you before.
“Na-yeon...”
“That’s so sweet! Nobody’s ever drawn me before. Thank you!” you said in a shaky, emotional tone, hugging Gyeong-seok.
He blinked in confusion but hugged you back.
“Uh, yes, thank you?” Hyun-ju muttered, still a bit flustered.
And that woman was still there.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⁺⠀ 𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎ ⁺
When it was time to pick up Cheol from school, Gyeong-seok and Hyun-ju walked with you, Na-yeon asleep in her father’s arms. The three of you got to know each other better, even scheduling other supposedly "friendly" meetups. When Cheol returned with you, he bombarded you with questions about where you’d all met, but Hyun-ju was quick to spin some convincing lies that eased his suspicions.
The week went on like that. You always found yourself meeting them, and even got Gyeong-seok’s number. The games faded into the background for now, leaving only the joy of being alive — watching Gyeong-seok sketch in the park or watching Na-yeon play with Cheol.
By early Friday afternoon, two weeks after escaping the games, the lunch at Mrs. Jang’s house was set. You showered, debating whether to wear something cute… or something a little more provocative.
You weren’t sure why the thought crossed your mind—maybe spending so many days close to Hyun-ju and Gyeong-seok had awakened something in you. You’d felt the same way around Sae-Byeok once, even if you weren’t officially dating and only shared kisses and touches. Now, you felt that way for two people at the same time.
And the best part? You were sure they felt the same about you.
Once Cheol was dressed, you waited for Hyun-ju before heading together to the elderly woman’s house. Hyun-ju tried to hide it, but you noticed the way her gaze lingered on your body — your legs, your shoulders… your ass. When you arrived, Gyeong-seok was already at the door, and when Yong-sik opened it, there were hugs and emotional greetings. Especially between Young-mi and Hyun-ju, who seemed oddly close.
Even though everyone had just seen each other days ago—on a mysterious island.
Mrs. Jang finished lunch and Yong-sik set the table. Jun-hee and Dae-ho seemed overjoyed to see you, Gi-hun got emotional at the sight of Cheol, since he’d known him as he’d known Sae-Byeok—though you weren’t sure how. Jun-hee had also brought along a friend, Se-mi, who had been Player 380 in the games. You’d never noticed her before, so you greeted her with a nod, though you could feel her eyes on you throughout the meal.
Young-mi sat beside Hyun-ju, chatting happily. You didn’t mind—or at least you told yourself you didn’t — but a sharp sting of jealousy pierced your chest. Gyeong-seok noticed your look but pretended otherwise.
“(...) Your daughter’s very cute, by the way, Gyeong-seok!” Jun-hee said brightly, resting a hand on her pregnant belly.
“Yes! What’s her name?” Mrs. Jang asked curiously, since he hadn’t spoken much during the meal.
The painter smiled sheepishly, realizing his slip, while his daughter was already enjoying her dessert. “Park Na-yeon. That’s her name, sorry.”
“What a lovely name!”
“Na-yeon? Like from TWICE?” Yong-sik teased.
Mrs. Jang sighed, smacking her son’s shoulder and muttering something. Jung-bae and Dae-ho laughed loudly, while the others tried to hold it in.
When dessert arrived, Cheol began talking about life with Sae-Byeok back in North Korea, describing how they had never had access to healthy meals. The atmosphere grew heavy at the table, but not enough to distract Gyeong-seok’s eyes from the revealing clothes you had chosen to wear.
In a moment of distraction, Jung-bae started recounting his time in the Marine, for some reason making Dae-ho uncomfortable—though he hid it well. Gyeong-seok had to cover Na-yeon’s ears when Jung-bae detailed killing some random guy with multiple gunshots. The graphic story, combined with the heavier mood, left Young-mi startled, clinging to Hyun-ju for comfort. The older woman held her protectively.
And suddenly, she didn’t seem to be paying you much attention at all.
You let out a quiet sigh when you noticed everyone’s eyes fixed on Jung-bae, still telling his story like some psychopath. Even Cheol seemed intrigued, though his appetite had already disappeared. You stood silently from the table, walking away and slipping into the bathroom, hoping no one noticed.
Gyeong-seok noticed.
He saw you leave and frowned, glancing at Young-mi clinging to Hyun-ju. He put the pieces together; he suspected you felt something for the ex-sergeant. He slipped away from the table just as quietly. Hyun-ju noticed too.
The man knocked on the bathroom door, the sound thankfully soft. You washed your face at the sink, murmuring something that sounded like permission. As soon as he stepped in, he moved silently toward you, meeting your gaze through the mirror.
“…You like her, don’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer, leaving you startled.
Of course, it was too obvious.
You nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, embarrassed at being alone with him in such a tight space. Gyeong-seok felt the same, his heart pounding as flashes of indecent scenes crossed his mind. But before he dared suggest anything, you did it for him.
“You’re very handsome, you know that?” you turned to face him directly, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “Na-yeon is lucky to have a father like you. Handsome and kind.”
The man swallowed hard, blushing. Instead of shrinking away like he normally would, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours, making your back hit the wall.
“You’re beautiful too, Y/n.” His eyes dropped to your lips, then flicked back up to your eyes. “Na-yeon would be lucky to have you as a stepmother.”
That was it.
You grabbed him by the collar, closing your eyes and pulling him into a desperate but unhurried kiss. The painter didn’t hesitate, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
The bathroom felt hotter, your tongues sliding against each other. One of your hands tangled in his hair, tugging strands that earned you a low moan, while the other dug into his shoulder, your nails scratching his skin through the fabric. He didn’t let that slide, sliding a hand under your skirt, gripping your thigh and hooking it around his waist, both of you groaning as his hard length pressed against you through his pants.
When he ground against your clothed core, his hardness rubbing firmly, the door suddenly swung open.
Gyeong-seok tore himself from the kiss instantly, eyes wide, stepping beside you, both hands covering the bulge in his pants. You froze, breathless, staring at Hyun-ju in the doorway, her expression unreadable.
“Y-You could’ve knocked!” you muttered, embarrassed, biting your lip.
Hyun-ju’s face stayed impassive as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Gyeong-seok blinked when he saw her lock it, her gaze never leaving the two of you.
“I heard everything.”
You let out a heavy breath, unsure how to react. Gyeong-seok’s expression shifted to unreadable now too, watching Hyun-ju move closer. She glanced at the painter, then at you, her hand rising to your cheek, thumb stroking slow circles on your skin.
“I like you too, Y/n.”
You couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across your lips, though it faltered when you glanced at Gyeong-seok, guilt washing over you.
“B-But I like him too...” you admitted, eyes locking on the painter.
Gyeong-seok smiled at you. Hyun-ju smiled as well. “Yeah, me too.”
Your eyes widened, shifting between them.
“Uh… so now what?”
Both shrugged. Hyun-ju took your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it.
“Now… we could be girlfriends?” she glanced at Gyeong-seok, smiling faintly. “I mean, we can be dating? Sorry.”
The man just chuckled softly.
“Sounds like a good idea.” He looked at you with hope. “So… boyfriend and girlfriends?”
You pretended to think it over, then nodded, taking Gyeong-seok’s hand with your free one.
“Yes, boyfriends and girlfriends.”
Hyun-ju let out a breath of relief, leaning in to press her lips to yours. You kissed her back happily, one hand resting on her shoulder. Gyeong-seok squeezed your hand gently before moving behind you, trailing kisses down your neck and shoulder, letting go of your hand to grip your waist firmly with both.
“Where did we leave off?” Gyeong-seok teased, nibbling at your shoulder.
You sighed into Hyun-ju’s kiss, fighting the urge to moan, your hands roaming under her shirt, exploring the lines of her abdomen.
“At the part where we prove our love to our sweetie princess.” Hyun-ju murmured against your lips, cupping your face with both hands.
A muffled moan escaped you, breaking the kiss for air, then tugging your shirt up and off. Hyun-ju’s eyes flicked down to your sports bra. You felt something hard press against your ass, Gyeong-seok’s ragged breath heavy in your ear.
“I’ve been craving this.” you whispered, tossing your shirt onto the sink.
Hyun-ju’s hands slid up to your bra, her eyes silently asking for permission. You nodded, and she lifted the fabric, exposing your hardened breasts to her. The ex-sergeant began to squeeze them slowly, pulling needy moans from your lips. Behind you, Gyeong-seok admired the scene, his cock hardening at the sight.
“Y-Y/n…” the man murmured nervously, his hands gripping your hips lightly. “Can I go inside you?”
You smirked, hiking your skirt up and sliding your panties down. Hyun-ju’s gaze flicked down, while Gyeong-seok exhaled deeply, his hands moving to your ass, kneading the flesh, nearly making you gasp.
“Won’t they miss us at the table?” Hyun-ju suddenly asked, still not looking away.
“You didn’t think about that when you played with my tits.”
Gyeong-seok grinned, and you heard him unzip his pants. Hyun-ju gave you a serious look before doing the same. Your eyes dropped to her trousers, only now noticing the bulge. She leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“You talk too much.” she growled, the sound making your skin tingle. She finished tugging her trousers and boxers down, revealing her thick, hard cock leaking pre-cum. “Don’t you agree, Gyeong-seok?”
The painter hummed uncertainly, shoving his boxers down to his knees, his shaft bouncing against your ass, igniting more fire in your core.
“Maybe.” one hand stroked his cock while the other slid across your back. “Sit down and get into the doggy position.”
Your throat bobbed as you obeyed, getting into position without breaking eye contact with Hyun-ju. She stepped back, one hand brushing your hair, caressing the strands as Gyeong-seok lined up behind you, the tip of his cock sliding against your folds, pulling out a whimper.
“Gyeong-seok…”
“Quiet.” Hyun-ju tugged your hair lightly — not hurting, just controlling — which only turned you on more. “You don’t want the others to hear, right?” you shook your head. “Then take my... cock like a good girl.”
You and Gyeong-seok were both breathless, and you obeyed the woman, wrapping your lips around the tip of her cock, tasting her before sliding deeper — not enough to choke, but enough to make her groan — then pulling back. At the same time, Gyeong-seok pushed just the head of his cock into your dripping entrance, making you swallow down a moan.
“F-Fuck, so tight…” he muttered, biting his lip. “Is this your first time, dear?”
You popped off Hyun-ju’s cock, earning a sigh of frustration from the ex-sergeant.
“No. Go all in.”
You weren’t sure why those words came out, but damn, you were glad they did.
Gyeong-seok buried himself fully in your pussy while you went back to sucking Hyun-ju. All three of you moaned low.
“Fuck, Y/n...” Hyun-ju groaned, gripping your hair tighter, not forcing, just holding.
The painter stilled for a few moments, letting you adjust, the wet sounds of your lips working Hyun-ju’s cock filling the air.
In a way, she really was your dessert.
When you pushed your hips back slightly, giving Gyeong-seok the green light, he grabbed your hips and started thrusting — slow, but deep — like he was testing if you were really experienced. Hyun-ju ignored him completely, her focus locked on watching you choke down her cock.
Only you could do that to her.
Feeling teased, you whined around Hyun-ju’s shaft, pushing your hips back harder against Gyeong-seok’s cock, begging for more.
Faster.
“Impatient…” he muttered, amused, before granting your request and quickening his pace.
You moaned, vibrations buzzing around Hyun-ju’s cock as you bobbed your head. Gyeong-seok stayed careful, not wanting to hurt you, and tried to keep the noise down so no one would catch you.
“Obedient.” Hyun-ju corrected him, her voice rough with the edge of climax.
Gyeong-seok didn’t slow, his grip bruising your hips. You knew you’d be marked up by the time you showered. A particularly sharp thrust made your eyes roll when he slammed against your cervix, hitting your sweet spot. You gagged around Hyun-ju and pulled back, panting.
“S-Shibal-” you moaned as Gyeong-seok pounded deeper. “I-I’m close-”
Hyun-ju cut you off, shoving her cock back into your mouth. You moaned, sucking harder as her shaft twitched on your tongue.
“Princess…” Gyeong-seok groaned low, biting his lip hard as your pussy clenched around him. “Can I cum inside?”
Bold.
Normally, you would’ve said no — you weren’t ready for that kind of responsibility. But now? With the three of you, maybe it didn’t sound so reckless.
Hyun-ju raised a brow at him, skeptical. You eagerly nodded, never letting go of her cock.
Relieved, Gyeong-seok slid his hands down to your ass, giving your hips some relief. Hyun-ju cursed in low Korean, pulling back slightly, but still cumming down your throat. You swallowed it all, locking eyes with her. Seconds later, Gyeong-seok spilled inside you, and the rush pushed you over the edge too. He couldn’t resist thrusting a few more times, milking you, before pulling out.
Hyun-ju sighed, aroused, pulling you up by the shoulders and stealing a kiss, tasting herself on your lips. Gyeong-seok just stood there, staring, not sure what to do — he’d never been in a threesome before, much less a relationship like this.
You broke away from Hyun-ju to kiss him too, while her lips traced down your neck and her hands roamed your body. His stayed on your ass, steady, grounding. Just when you thought round two was coming, someone knocked on the door.
Dead silence.
“Hate to ruin the fun, but Jun-hee’s in labor. Jung-bae and Gi-hun went with her in the ambulance, Mrs. Jang is freaking out,Yong-Sik, Young Mi and Dae-Ho are watching Na-yeon and Cheol. So… wrap it up.” an unfamiliar voice called from behind the door.
Se-mi.
You licked your lips, torn between lust and worry for Jun-hee. The three of you exchanged a look before hurrying to wash up and get dressed — no more teasing touches.
Once you’d splashed water on your face and straightened your clothes, you walked out first, embarrassed. Luckily, Se-mi had left, and Mrs. Jang was occupied elsewhere.
You could hardly wait to tell Cheol you were dating a hot ex-sergeant and a hot single dad.
