Your shoulders felt heavy, the air in your lungs passing through your lips with a stagger as your eyes met his.
Why was he here? Why was he sitting in AOMG’s conference room of all places?
‘What’s going on?’ you asked Soohyuk shakily, holding on to the door frame for support as the people in the room stood to greet you with bows.
It was meant to be an emergency meeting about the ‘scandal’ and finding solutions to the issue, yet all you seemed to see since arriving was one problem piling onto another, all beginning with Young and ending with Woo.
‘Why is he here?’ you asked no one in particular, tearing your gaze away from Youngwoo who looked just as startled as you, and letting them settle on Pumkin and Naeun from the AOMG PR team.
Soohyuk winced at your tone, pulling out a seat for you to sit on; it was clear that he wasn’t used to his newly appointed CEO position. Everything about his posture screamed that he was intimidated, though that could have been because of the death stare you were currently giving him.
‘We’re here to discuss the articles,’ Naeun reminds the room, cutting through the thick tension while you refused to give Youngwoo another glance. Even his manager suffered the same fate because as far as you were concerned, birds of a feather all flock together.
Naeun slapped a folder in front of you to which you opened, cringing internally at the bold article sitting at the top, one of many which had come after Elle’s magazine release five days ago.
You’d interviewed with Elle, discussing the showcase last month and experiencing your first real fifteen minutes of fame. Naturally, due to your nerves, you’d strayed from the answers you’d rehearsed beforehand, revealing that your motivation for success had come from heartbreak.
You’d given them enough details to know what the last two years of blood sweat and tears meant to you, but nothing vital enough to know who the ex-boyfriend was that had made you so determined.
You’d assumed that it was safe for you to say it. Who could have possibly have known you were talking about Youngwoo? No one could have – not in a million years you’d thought – and it was that exact assumption that had landed you in this mess.
I mean, how were you to know that MKIT had also been invited to feature in the same magazine? A feature piece that could be found on page 93, where Youngwoo admitted that despite his success in Seoul, he felt as if he’d left his heart back in L.A.
It was an unpredictable and cruel coincidence. It didn’t take long for readers to connect the dots, and less than 24 hours after the release, you’d found your name being blasted all over gossip-sites and articles throughout the nation:
‘The Fairy-Tale Twist: Unhappy Ending between AOMG’ Designer and MKIT Artist.’
‘Heartbreak in L.A. Salvation in Seoul.’
‘MKIT Rain Tears: Following Young West to the Far East.’
‘One-way Ticket to Heartbreak.’
You had to admit, they’d gotten creative with a few of the titles. You could see the humour in it, despite the fact that you’d spent literal years trying – and failing – to get over Youngwoo.
How were you meant to move on from someone who abandoned you? Every relationship after him had ended practically as soon as they started thanks to your newly-developed lack of trust. He’d given you daddy issues, minus the father-figure part, and you’d never gotten closure.
Soohyuk and Naeun were deep in conversation with the table, every so often mentioning ways of how to rectify the situation and regain some of the lost support that had been a result of the gossip, though it was nothing that kept you interested long enough for your thoughts to disappear.
While you were so busy overthinking, you hadn’t heard a word that was being discussed across the table. When you weren’t busy analysing the mess you were in, you were trying to focus on anything but Youngwoo, whose eyes you could feel boring into your skin.
You sat there for over an hour, nodding your head when the table looked at you as if asking for your approval, but otherwise paying no attention at all. Youngwoo was no different. You hadn’t even heard him speak—though you didn’t know if that was because he had been silent the whole time, or because you were so deep in thought that not even his octave that haunted your dreams, could pull you out of the trance.
You were staring down at the file when you felt Soohyuk’s hand gently pat your shoulder, drawing your attention to him as you finally zoned back into the conversation while he smiled down at you proudly as if you were a junkie who’d just agreed to go to rehab; ‘Okay, so it’s settled seeing as all parties are in agreeance. We’ll release an official statement this afternoon announcing an upcoming reconciliation project between Young West and Y/N.’
You heart stopped as you looked up at Soohyuk with shock; surely you had heard him wrong. You were meant to whisper it, though it came out as more of a growl, ‘What the fuck did you just say?’
As Soohyuk repeated their ‘solution’, you couldn’t help but feel ill, knowing that it was your fault that you were going to be stuck collaborating with Youngwoo for the next few weeks.
Unlike earlier where your brain was a muddle of thoughts and worries, the only thought now running through your head was a patronizing, you should have paid attention.
Problem Solved
[When your problem has a simple solution. Christian is more than happy to help you solve it│Christian Yu.]
Rated: Mature
Christian was editing a new video as per usual. These days if he wasn’t in the field filming, he was hauled up in his room editing for hours on end. You found yourself cuddled on his bed with his dog Lori by your side as you read. It was probably a solid two hours before either of you had said a word. Just working in the comfortable silence and welcoming the atmosphere.
You’d known Christian for practically your whole life. You moved to Sydney as a kid and grew up on the same block as him. A few years later he moved to Seoul to become an idol, and you didn’t hesitate to pick a college there.
Here you were years after graduation and still living in this beautiful city with your best friend.
“Hey what are you doing tonight?” you asked, absently flipping the page of the magazine, while scratching the back of Lori’s ear.
“Hm? Probably hitting up a Pub or a club tonight with Scott and the guys” he clicked away on his mouse, splicing the video.
“...Is Dabin going?”
“Dunno, why?”
“Just curious, that’s all.”
He quirked a brow and chuckled, but didn’t tear his eyes from his screen. “Why so curious about Dabin?”
You cleared your throat, trying to look nonchalant. You hated how nervous you were and he didn’t even look at you. “No reason-Just wondering...He’s your friend”
“Uh huh” he rolled his eyes. “You and your stupid little crush”
“Shut up” you shot him a glare, throwing a pillow at his back.
“Not like you’d do anything” he snarked, taking a sip of his coffee.
He was right. Even when you did have a crush, it was just that. A moment of infatuation with someone that you knew you weren’t going to pursue. And you knew exactly why. “Hey...Can I ask you something…?” hearing a mild hm from him between his long swig of coffee you decided to just ask him. “What’s sex like?”
Christian sputtered, almost choking on his coffee. “What?” he swiveled his chair looking back at you in awe.
Rolling your eyes you turned away from him. “Well if you’re going to be like that never mind”
He laughed, wiping the coffee from the corner of his mouth. “No, what do you mean?”
“I just mean...sex...like...what’s it like?”
His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. “Are you...are you seriously still a virgin?”
“Shut up” you groaned, burying your face in Lori’s side. “Nevermind-ignore me.”
“Have you done anything?” It was the first time all day you had his undivided attention.
“I’ve done some stuff...just not everything” you groaned into Lori and sighed. Your virginity wasn’t something that you cherished, or prided yourself on. It wasn’t like you wanted to wait until you were married, you just never ended up having sex. Honestly you found it to be quite the hindrance in pursuing a relationship. Virginity was such a heavy thing. You didn’t want it to burden the guy, and you didn’t want to be the inexperienced partner. So you just rarely dated.
“Where’s this coming from anyway?” he raked his hands through your hair. “So you’re still a virgin. It’s not a bad thing.” he gave you a kind smile trying to ease your anxiety.
“I just...I’m kind of over being a virgin…”
“Losing it should be the easiest thing. It was probably harder not having sex” he laughed. “I’m sure you have a few prospects.”
“I don’t exactly have guys tearing down the door wanting to hook up. Guys I like aren’t guys I want to see me crying, bleeding, or being needy…” you sighed, hugging yourself. “I’m just over carrying this with me...It’s like it’s stopping me from really living ya know…” you shrugged. “Everyone talks about virginity so negatively and I’m not some prude, it just never came up...And everyone always says things like the first time is always horrible, or scarring but after a few years it gets better...I don’t have time to get better Christian… It’s like the whole world is ahead of me in this race and I haven’t even left the starting gates…”
His gaze softened seeing how vulnerable you looked. You truly looked so heartbroken. He hated seeing you like that. “Lori, go to your room~” he clapped getting his dog's, attention making her scurry out into the living room.
You pouted watching Lori leave. “Why’d you do tha-”
“C’mere.” Christian walked over to the edge of the bed and tugged you by your legs toward him.
You yelped out and blushed looking up at him. “Ch-Christian, What are you doing?”
“You think you’re single because you’re too afraid of losing your virginity. So let's get rid of the issue.” He pulled his shirt over his head. “Consider me a practice round ok?”
“Y-You’d do that for me?” you looked up at him anxiously.
He laughed. “Trust me, no one is twisting my arm to have sex with a beautiful woman.” he gave you a wink. “It’s just people either hate their first time or they marry them….So try not to hate me ok?” He pinned his arms down beside your head on the bed. “But...don’t fall in love with me either…” his lips hovered over yours as he eyed you, waiting for you to stop him. He could see the hesitation in your eyes, but you wrapped your arms around his neck. “If you want me to stop at any point just-”
“I’m not going to-”
“Listen ok? I’m serious. If you want me to stop just tell me. Promise?”
“Promise.” He pulled your lips against his. His tongue caressing the top of your mouth, making you respond immediately. Your hands, moving to tangle into the nape of his neck. His knee moved to separate your legs, and he felt you tense up at the unfamiliarity. He caressed your thigh, calming you. “It’s ok…” he smiled, pecking your lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No” your cheeks flushed harder as he moved down to your thighs. “What are you doing?”
He grinned. “I’m gonna make you come…” He licked his lips, watching you with dark eyes. “One of the reasons people hate losing their virginity is because the guy has no clue what they’re doing. The sex is too quick, too hard, and too dry.” he tugged at your shorts, pulling them down your legs. “I’m going to make sure that you have none of that.”
He rubbed his index finger down the slit of your panties making you gasp. “Have you ever orgasmed?”
You looked away, biting your lip to hide your moans. “Shut up. Of course, I have.”
He chuckled, pressing his mouth against your cotton panties. His tongue pressing against the barrier to your core. “Has anyone ever made you come?”
“N-No…”
“Well that’s not fair...we’ve got some lost time to make up for…” he hooked his long fingers under the band of your panties before pulling them down. Feeling you shiver he kissed the inner part of your thigh. “You alright?” seeing you nod he continued removing your clothes. Piece by piece, each one replaced by a kiss.
Every step of the way Christian made sure that he asked permission and made sure that he dispersed even a little of your apprehension.
Spreading your thighs wider he delved into your core, his tongue caressing your walls, he grinned seeing you grope your breast. He hated to admit it but he hadn’t been that turned on in a long time. Your toes curled, your nipples hardening under your hand, and your body flushed at his whim. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you. “Does it feel good?”
You could barely even grab the words to respond, your body was in overdrive. Gripping the bed sheets, you just focused on breathing and not completely losing it.
He chuckled leaning closer to you. “Hm? What was that? Speak up?”
“Fuck off” you huffed, annoyed at the cocky smile on his lips.
“I could get used to you like this” he licked his lips, teasing your clit, making you moan.
After bringing you to your breaking point twice he grinned down at you, almost too satisfied with the look of content on your face. He didn’t want to admit it out loud but you looked so beautiful. It was such a nice expression on your face. He pecked your jaw while rubbing himself against your core. “Touch me too…” he chuckled pressing his forehead against yours.
You shyly wrapped your hand around his length, your thumb running across his tip.
“You suck at this” he smiled kissing your temple. “Don’t be so afraid, you won’t break me.”
“You talk way too much.” you looked away trying to avoid his gaze.
“Then shut me up” he nuzzled you. He didn’t get very far before you pulled him into a kiss, holding home closer. He grinned, pulling away from the kiss, his lips nipping at yours as he eyed you. He slipped his index finger inside of you and kissed the side of your mouth. “You’re just about ready...just don’t tighten up alright?”
“I-I’m alright, just go ahead and do it.”
“Alright…” he whispered pressing himself against you. “Just take a deep breath.” he guided himself inside you, feeling your walls squeeze around him.
You yelped out, holding on to him tightly as your body tried to get used to the unfamiliar feeling. “Nn..”
“Are you ok?” the concern prominent in his voice.
“Just...gimmie a minute…” you panted, taking a deep breath, clenching your eyes shut.
“Whenever you’re ready just let me know..” he whispered, cupping your face softly.
“I-I’m ok. I’m alright, just go slowly.” you looked up at him, lacing your fingers in his hair.
He groaned, taking a moment to adjust before easing deeper into you.
Seeing how you panted and shivered, your body warming under his touch made him smile. His lips instantly being pulled toward yours as he thrust into you. Whispering words of encouragement, and he smoothed down your hair.
You bit your lip, gripping his strong shoulders, your nails grazing down his back as he moved in and out of you. “Ah!” you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You wished he’d just shut up, he was making this way more embarrassing than it needed to be.
But he kept true to his words, he made sure he went at a pace you could handle. He was surprisingly gentle, and doting with you. You always had this image of Christian, kind of selfish and a playboy, but you were disarmed by how soft he was with you.
You’d lost track of just how many times he made you come. You were just so exhausted, your body felt like jelly, and you could barely move. You stirred feeling Christian come back to bed, he has already dressed in his boxers again. “Here, drink this” he handed you a cup of ice cold water. “How you feeling?”
You down the cup and smiled sleepily at him. “I’m tired.”
“That’s normal.” he smoothed your hair out of your face, taking the cup from you.
“Lori!” you chimed seeing her run into the room and into your arms. “Hey girl…” you cuddled with her, against your chest before looking back at Christian. “...Are you still going out tonight…?” you did your best to not sound needy, and you knew you failed every step of the way.
He took a moment, looking at the clock then back to you. “Nah, I think I’m just gonna call it a night.”
“You don’t have to...I mean not for my sake. I’ll be fine here.”
He let out an exaggerated yawn, stretching his arms over his head before playfully, rolling back into bed beside you and Lori. “I’m pretty sure I’m all tuckered out. I don’t really have the energy to babysit a drunk Scott tonight.” Honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to leave you. And here he thought you’d be the clingy one. As he laid back against the pillow and watched you absently rub Lori’s stomach he inwardly sighed. “C’mere.” he whispered pulling you against his chest.
“What are you doing?” you looked up at him.
“N-Nothing I just thought you might be cold, or something….Just go to sleep” You just nodded to yourself, pulling Lori close.
“Thank you Christian…” you yawned, letting the sleep settle in.
“Thank you…” he smiled, kissing your hair.
END
I’ve been sitting on this one shot for a while. Decided to finally edit and upload lol I’m still really sick so honestly, it was kind of a crappy edit >.< I’ll look over it more when I’m not hopped up on Nyquil
If you like it and wanna see more scenarios like this then let me know~
