The bass is what wakes you up. Not loud enough to identify the song, just this rhythmic thump-thump-thump coming through the wall. Your wall. The one your bed is pushed up against.
You grab your phone off the nightstand. 1:53 AM.
Are you fucking kidding me.
You lie there waiting for it to stop. It doesn't. Just keeps going, this steady pulse of bass that you can feel more than hear. You try putting the pillow over your head. Doesn't help. You can still feel it.
Five minutes. Ten. Your jaw starts hurting from clenching it.
The new neighbor. It has to be the new neighbor. You've seen her exactly once—helped hold the door when she was moving boxes in. Pretty girl. Smiled and said thanks. You'd thought, oh good, normal person.
Apparently fucking not.
The music finally dies at 2:26. You know because you check your phone again, like knowing the exact time makes it less annoying. It doesn't. By then you're too pissed off to fall asleep. Just lying there staring at the ceiling, imagining passive-aggressive notes in your head that you'll never actually write.
Work the next day is a nightmare. Four hours of sleep and your coworker keeps asking if you're okay. You keep grunting non-answers. You're not okay. You're exhausted and irritated and thinking about your bed, which is all you want for the next eight hours.
That night: nothing. Next night: also nothing. You almost forget about it.
Thursday she decides to start vacuuming at 11 PM. You turn the volume up. Doesn't help. The vacuum is louder. You turn it up again. Still can't hear the dialogue.
Who the fuck vacuums at 11 PM on a Thursday?
It goes on for twenty minutes. Your hands hurt by the end of it from gripping your laptop.
Friday night it's voices. She's got people over apparently, and you can't make out words but you can hear the constant noise of them. Talking, laughing, the sound of people having a grand old time when you're trying to sleep. It goes well past midnight. You've got shit to do tomorrow morning. You shove in earplugs and they're useless. Might as well be wearing nothing.
Saturday afternoon you see her checking her mail. You're coming back from the gym, still in workout clothes, and here's the opportunity for you to finally say something. Anything.
Hey, just so you know, the walls are pretty thin here. Easy. Normal neighbor conversation.
She looks up when she hears you coming and smiles. That same smile from move-in day. She's in leggings and an oversized hoodie, hair up in a bun, no makeup.
She looks really good actually.
Stop it.
"Hi!" Bright and friendly, like you're already friends.
"Hey." Comes out more clipped than you meant, but whatever.
She goes back to her mail and you unlock your door and go inside. The moment comes and goes. You could've said something. You didn't.
The weekend is quiet. Saturday night, Sunday, nothing. Maybe she got the hint somehow. Maybe she didn't realize.
Monday comes and you've almost forgotten about it.
You're lying in bed scrolling through your phone when you hear it. Not music this time. Not vacuuming. Something else. Quieter. It takes you a second to place it because it's not what you were expecting.
Oh no.
She's—is she—?
Another sound confirms it. Soft but distinct. A moan. She's moaning.
…what the fuck?
You freeze. Phone still in your hand, brightness way too high in the dark room, and you're hearing your neighbor get herself off through the wall. The very thin wall. The wall that apparently doesn't block any sound whatsoever.
This isn't happening.
It's happening. The sounds get louder. Less tentative. More obvious. There's a rhythm underneath—you don't want to think about what's causing that rhythm but your brain is very helpfully supplying possibilities. Her hand. Probably her hand. Maybe a—
Stop. Stop thinking about it.
But you can't exactly unhear it when it's five feet away through a paper-thin layer of drywall.
It lasts maybe ten minutes. Ends with this loud gasp that makes your face hot. Then silence.
You stare at your phone. The words on the screen aren't processing. Your brain is stuck on what just happened. On the fact that you just heard—
She doesn't know. She's new here, she doesn't realize the walls are this thin. That's it. That has to be it.
Except Wednesday night it happens again. 10:45 this time. Same sounds but more confident. Definitely louder. Like she's not even trying to be quiet anymore.
No way she doesn't know. These walls don't hide anything and she has to have been here long enough to figure that out.
Thursday evening you're taking trash out and she's coming back from wherever and you literally run into each other. She catches herself with a hand on your arm.
"Oh! Sorry, wasn't looking where I was going."
"It's fine." You step back.
But she doesn't move. Just stands there looking at you with these dark eyes. She's in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts, hair pulled back, no makeup. Looks good. Annoyingly good.
"You're in 7C, right? Next door?"
"Yeah."
"Nakyoung." She says it with this little smile. "Since we keep running into each other. Literally, apparently."
You tell her your name because it would be weird not to.
"Nice to officially meet you." She shifts the bag on her shoulder. "Sorry if I've been noisy, by the way. Old place had better insulation. Still getting used to it here."
There it is. Perfect opening. Yeah, actually, about that—
But something about the way she's looking at you. Like she's waiting. Like she wants you to say something specific and she'll know if you don't.
"No problem," you manage.
Her smile gets a little wider. "Good. Wouldn't want to be a bad neighbor."
She goes into her apartment and you're left standing in the hallway with a trash bag, feeling like you just failed some kind of test.
That night: nothing. Friday: nothing. Saturday: still quiet. You start to relax. Maybe that conversation worked somehow. Maybe she really didn't know.
Sunday night you're almost asleep when it starts.
Loud. SO much louder than before. Not subtle at ALL. She's moaning, gasping, and it sounds almost exaggerated. There's quite literally no way it's not deliberate.
And then you hear your name. Breathy and clear through the wall.
She just moaned your name while getting herself off.
You're at her door before you fully process the decision to move.
Don't remember standing up. Don't remember crossing your apartment. You're just there, barefoot in sweatpants and a t-shirt, knocking on her door.
Pounding, really. Like she did with the music that first night.
It opens fast. She was expecting this.
Nakyoung's standing there in an oversized t-shirt that hits mid-thigh, and you're trying not to notice that she's probably not wearing anything under it. Her hair's messy. Cheeks flushed. She looks—
Don't. Focus.
"Oh, hey!" Like she's surprised. Like she wasn't just moaning your fucking name through the wall sixty seconds ago. "What's up?"
"Are you serious right now?"
"What?" Big innocent eyes. She's leaning against the doorframe, completely relaxed.
"You know what."
"I really don't." She tilts her head. That same head tilt from the hallway. "Is something wrong?"
Your jaw is clenched so hard it hurts. "The walls are thin."
"Oh." She blinks. "Oh! Were you trying to sleep? I'm sorry, I didn't realize—"
"Bullshit."
Her eyebrows go up. "Excuse me?"
"You knew. You've known the whole time." You step closer and she doesn't back up. Just watches you with this little smile playing at her lips. "The music. The vacuuming. Your friends. And now—"
You can't say it. Can't say "you moaned my name while getting yourself off" because that makes it real.
"Now what?" she prompts. Still full of innocence.
"You know exactly what."
"Do I?" She's really enjoying this. You can see it in her eyes, the way she's biting back a wider smile. "Maybe you should explain it to me."
"Nakyoung—"
"Come inside." She steps back, pulling the door open wider. "We shouldn't have this conversation in the hallway."
Bad idea. This is a bad idea. You should go back to your apartment and deal with this like an adult tomorrow, maybe file a noise complaint with the building.
You walk inside.
Her apartment is the same layout as yours but backwards. Mirror image. There's clothes draped over her couch, takeout containers on the coffee table, her laptop open on the kitchen counter. Lived-in. Normal.
She closes the door behind you and suddenly you're very aware that you're in her apartment. That she's wearing just a t-shirt. That she was just—
"So," she says, leaning back against the door. "You were saying?"
"The walls are thin," you repeat. "You can hear everything."
"Everything, huh?" Her smile is getting harder to hide now.
"Yes. Everything. The music was bad enough, but then you—" You stop. Your face feels hot.
"I what?"
Fuck it. She wants you to say it, you'll say it. "You were deliberately loud. You wanted me to hear."
"Did I?" She pushes off the door, walking past you toward the kitchen. You catch her scent—something sweet. "That's a pretty big assumption."
"You moaned my name."
She stops. Turns around. "Did I?"
"You know you did."
"Maybe I was thinking about someone else with the same name." She's back to playing innocent but she's grinning now. Can't hide it anymore. "It's not that uncommon."
"Nakyoung—"
"You're cute when you're angry." She leans against the counter, arms crossed under her chest. The shirt rides up slightly. "All flushed and worked up. I like it."
Your brain short-circuits for a second. "What?"
"I've been trying to get your attention for two weeks." She says it casually. Like she's commenting on the weather. "You're completely oblivious, you know that?"
"I'm not—that's not—"
"First night I moved in, you held the door for me. Smiled at me. I thought, okay, cute neighbor, let's see where this goes. But then nothing. You barely looked at me in the hallway. So I thought maybe you needed a little push."
You're still trying to process this. "A push."
"The music was just to see if you'd say something. You didn't." She shrugs. "The vacuuming, same thing. Nothing. You just kept avoiding me."
"I wasn't avoiding you, I was trying to be polite—"
"Boring." She moves closer. "So I escalated."
"Escalated."
"Well, yeah." She's right in front of you now. Looking up at you with those dark eyes. "Had to get creative. And it worked, didn't it? You're here."
You should leave. This is insane. She's insane. "You're insane."
"Maybe." She reaches out, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt. "But you're still here."
"I came over to tell you to keep it down."
"Did you?" Her hand flattens against your stomach, through your shirt. "That's the only reason?"
Your body's already responding. You can feel yourself getting hard and she definitely notices, based on the way her smile widens.
"Nakyoung—"
"Tell me to stop," she says quietly. Her hand slides lower, not quite touching but close enough that you can feel the heat of it. "Tell me you want me to be quiet and leave you alone and I will."
You should. You should absolutely tell her that.
"I—"
She waits. Patient. Still smiling.
"Fuck it."
You kiss her. Or she kisses you. Someone moves first and then you're kissing her, hard, and her arms are around your neck and she's making this pleased little sound against your mouth. She tastes like mint toothpaste.
Her fingers tangle in your hair and you grip her waist, pulling her closer. She's definitely not wearing anything under that shirt. You can feel her pressed against you, soft curves and heat.
She breaks the kiss, breathing hard. "Took you long enough."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
You grab her hips and lift. She gasps, legs wrapping around your waist automatically, and then you're walking—where's her bedroom? There. You kick the door open and drop her on the bed. She bounces slightly, laughing, and then you're on top of her.
"Still want to make me shut up?" she asks, grinning up at you.
"So fucking badly."
"Then do it."
You kiss her again, harder this time. She arches up into you, hips rolling against yours, and you're already hard enough that it's almost painful. Your hand slides under her shirt, up her side, and she gasps into your mouth when you cup her breast.
No bra. Of course no bra.
You thumb over her nipple and she moans—actually moans, not performative like through the wall, but real and breathy and right in your ear.
"Fuck," she breathes when you kiss down her neck. "Yes—"
You pull her shirt up and off. She helps, arms over her head, and then she's naked except for panties. Black lace. You take a second to just look at her—flushed and breathing hard and staring up at you with dark eyes.
"See something you like?" Defiant even now.
"Shut up," you tell her again, and kiss down her chest. Take one nipple in your mouth and she gasps, back arching. Your hand slides down her stomach, over her hip, between her legs.
She's already wet. Soaked through the lace.
"Fuck, Nakyoung—"
"Told you," she pants. "Been wanting this—mmph—"
You rub her through the fabric and she bucks up into your hand. Her head falls back, eyes fluttering closed, and she's making these little desperate sounds that go straight to your cock.
"These need to come off," you mutter, hooking your fingers in the waistband.
She lifts her hips and you pull them down, toss them somewhere. Then she's completely naked and spread out on her bed and you're still fully dressed.
"Not fair," she complains, tugging at your shirt.
You lean back and strip it off. Sweatpants next. Your cock springs free—you'd gone to bed without boxers—and her eyes go wide.
"Oh fuck," she breathes, staring. "That's—okay. Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Definitely yeah." She reaches for you but you catch her wrist.
"You've been a tease for two weeks," you tell her. "You can wait."
"But—"
You spread her legs wider and settle between them. She realizes what you're about to do and her breath catches.
"Oh—oh fuck, you don't have to—"
You lick up through her folds and she chokes on whatever she was going to say. She's already so wet, and the taste of her makes you groan. You do it again, slower, and her hips jerk up.
"Oh god—" Her hands fly to your hair, gripping. "Fuck—"
You find her clit with your tongue and circle it. Her thighs are already trembling.
"So sensitive," you murmur against her.
"Shut up—ah—don't stop—"
You slide two fingers inside her while you work her clit and she nearly sobs. She's tight, clenching around your fingers, and when you curl them to hit that spot she cries out.
"Right there—fuck, right there, don't stop—"
You don't stop. You keep the pressure steady, fingers pumping, tongue working her clit, and she's falling apart. Her moans are getting louder, less controlled, and you think about how anyone can probably hear this in through the walls.
Good.
"I'm—fuck, I'm gonna—"
She cums with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around your head, pussy pulsing around your fingers. You work her through it until she's pushing at your head, oversensitive.
When you pull back she's sprawled on the bed, chest heaving, looking dazed.
"Holy shit," she mumbles.
You wipe your mouth. "Still want to be a brat?"
She grins weakly. "Maybe?"
"Wrong answer."
You flip her over onto her stomach. She yelps in surprise, then moans when you pull her hips up, ass in the air.
"Oh fuck yes—"
You line yourself up, rubbing the head of your cock through her wetness. She tries to push back, take you inside, but you hold her hips still.
"Impatient," you mutter.
"You just made me cum, I'm allowed to be—ah!"
You push inside in one stroke. She's so wet that you slide in easily, and she moans into the pillow, muffled and desperate.
"Fuck, you're tight—"
"You're huge—" Her voice is strained. "God, so full—"
You start moving. Slow at first, deep thrusts that make her whimper. She's gripping the sheets, knuckles white, and every time you bottom out she makes this breathy little sound.
"Faster," she demands.
"Ask nicely."
"I don't do nice—oh fuck—"
You slam in harder and she gasps. Then you slow down again, deliberate.
"That's not fair—"
"Neither is two weeks of you being a brat." You lean over her back, pressing her into the mattress. "You can take what I give you."
She turns her head to glare at you but it's undercut by the way she's panting, the way her pussy is clenching around you.
"Please," she finally says. "Please fuck me properly."
Close enough.
You grab her hips and really fuck her. Fast now, hard, your hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of it is obscene—wet and slick and punctuated by her moans. She's stopped trying to muffle them, face turned to the side, mouth open.
"That's it," you grunt. "Let everyone hear what a needy little slut you are."
"Fuck—yes—harder—"
You give her what she wants. The headboard is hitting the wall now, rhythmic and loud, and somewhere in the back of your mind you register that this is definitely audible in your apartment. In probably every apartment on this floor.
Don't care.
She's getting tighter, clenching around you with each thrust. "Gonna cum again—fuck, you're gonna make me cum again—"
"Not yet." You pull out completely and she whines at the loss, high-pitched and desperate.
"Why did you—"
You flip her onto her back. Her hair is a mess, lips swollen, eyes glazed. She looks fucking perfect like this.
"Want to see your face," you tell her, settling between her legs.
She wraps them around your waist immediately, trying to pull you back inside. "Then stop teasing and fuck me."
Still bratty even now. You lean down, bracing yourself on one arm, and guide yourself back inside with the other. From this angle you go even deeper and she gasps, nails digging into your shoulders.
"Oh god—"
You start moving again, slower than before. Rolling your hips, grinding against her clit with each thrust. She's writhing underneath you, trying to make you go faster.
"Please," she whimpers. "Please, I need—"
"What do you need?"
"You—harder—please—"
You lean down to kiss her, swallowing her moans. She kisses back desperately, all tongue and teeth, one hand tangling in your hair while the other claws at your back.
"This what you wanted?" you ask against her mouth. "When you were being loud on purpose? When you moaned my name?"
"Yes—fuck yes—wanted you to snap, wanted you to—ah!—to come over and fuck me just like this—"
"Greedy little thing."
"Only for you—" Her voice breaks when you hit particularly deep. "Fuck, only you, wanted you so bad—"
The admission makes something hot coil in your gut. You pick up the pace, really driving into her now, and she's moaning continuously, "yes yes yes" and your name over and over.
"Touch yourself," you tell her. "Want to feel you cum on my cock."
Her hand flies between you, fingers working her clit frantically. Within seconds she's right on the edge, you can feel it in the way she's tightening around you.
"Fuck—I'm so close—"
"Beg me to let you cum."
"Please—" It comes out as a sob. "Please let me cum, I need it so bad, please—"
"Because?"
"Because I'm yours—fuck—your needy slut who's been begging for this for weeks, please let me cum on your cock—"
Better.
You reach between you and brush her hand aside, rubbing her clit yourself. Hard, fast circles that make her eyes roll back.
"Cum," you tell her. "Now."
She does. Instantly. Her whole body goes rigid, back arching completely off the bed, and she's practically screaming your name. Her pussy clamps down on your cock like a vice and you have to stop moving or you'll follow her over immediately.
"Oh my god—oh fuck—" She's shaking through it, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the intensity.
You give her maybe ten seconds to recover before you start moving again. She gasps, oversensitive, but her legs tighten around your waist.
"Too much—"
"You can take it," you grunt, chasing your own orgasm now. You're so close, have been holding back, and the way she feels—tight and wet and still pulsing around you—
"Gonna cum," you warn her.
"Inside—" Her nails rake down your back. "Cum inside me, want to feel it—"
That does it. You bury yourself as deep as possible and let go. Your orgasm hits hard, pleasure whiting out your vision for a second as you empty yourself inside her. She's moaning at the feeling of it, at being filled, and her pussy is still fluttering around you, milking every drop.
"Fuck—fuck—Nakyoung—"
You collapse on top of her. Both of you breathing hard. Her hands stroke down your back, gentle now, soothing over the scratches she definitely left.
After a long moment she speaks.
"So," she says. "Same time tomorrow?"
You laugh breathlessly. "You're insane."
"You're still inside me."
Fair point.
You pull out slowly and she whimpers at the loss. Roll off her onto the bed. She immediately curls into your side, head on your chest.
"For the record," she murmurs, "the walls really are thin."
"I know."
"Your neighbors are definitely going to complain."
"Let them."
She grins against your skin. "Worth it?"
You look down at her—messy hair, flushed cheeks, satisfied smile.
"Yeah. Worth it."
~~~
Sorry for the long delay peeps! I keep on bouncing between stories, and I'm still working on a fluff I put off for far too long. For now, take a shorter Naky story to tide you guys over :))
a/n: I was supposed to write a non-tripleS member after the last fic, but since it's comeback month, I went straight into writing this since their teasers. in hindsight, I think it's worth it, and I hope y'all enjoy it.
“Spend time with your family, Soldier. And that’s an order, not just advice… Arasseo?”
“Yes, Sir,” the young sergeant lowered his humble smile as he saluted his commander. After mirroring his gesture, he got up on the interbase bus. He got the whole weekend, thanks to his first leave of the year, but the one-hour ride to Seoul was enough to make him ponder while staring at the window as each meter of the province passed his eyes.
Geum Junghoon didn’t even consider being conscripted into military service after he turned eighteen thanks to the safety net of getting into college, with him and his friends making academic pursuits their main reason. For Junghoon, he took it seriously. Until nineteen, he was focused on his academics like he was at war with the terror of failing a single class, but was able to loosen up when he got himself invested with a bizarre yet welcoming extracurricular. A year later, turning twenty years old was the first most tumultuous of his young adult life, with the first half turning out to be one of his best years, and the latter half being the worst. But he kept going, and months after turning twenty-one, he made the choice to enlist the moment one of his closest friends got the claws of conscription coming for him. They were already seniors in their first semester.
He had the same right, the same entitlement to take his leave as the rest of his fellow draftees, but even his own commanders were surprised with how seldom he expressed taking his personal leave. His closest companions had to come out and take him with them or include his own name when they were requesting their leave to their officers.
Throughout the whole year, Junghoon spent his leaves taking a bus to Daegu, where his family’s hometown was. But it was still a Friday. Last week, he chose to stay on his base. It was somewhat of a disappointment for them, but Junghoon didn’t want them to worry too much. Other families probably would’ve needed it more was one reason he justified himself, but a part of his mind kept it, so they wouldn’t feel burdened by the demand of his presence on the holidays. It would’ve probably broken their hearts if he ever admitted such a self-deprecating yet honest thought.
He arrived at the bus stop an hour and five minutes later, yet his home was not the first destination to come to mind. The truth was, no one outside their base was still aware of his leave, except that he would be visiting Seoul on Saturday. It gave him a one day grace period before most folks in his life would get closer to his proximity, literally or digitally. With his duffle bag hanging on his shoulder, he took a walk across the street’s nightlife.
Visiting a bar wasn’t his ideal, but it was better than the many times his buddies tried dragging him into a nightclub to party, contradicting his simple desire to explore more of the cultural spots of Pyeongtaek located outside their base, something that he did do by himself at times. Tonight, the memories of his home were slowly coming back to him. The bartender was nowhere to be found, so the man sat and waited on the nearest stool. Taking a quick look around, the location wasn’t as rowdy and crowded as he had hoped. It was the ideal place to settle for the night, and perhaps, it would be the perfect chilling spot. He was reassured by one mentality, the fewer familiar faces there were, the better. Rather than just holding on to his duffle bag next to the stool beside him, the only thing missing was a bottle of quality beer in his hand to continue this night with more silence. He looked at the digital clock above the backbar. The digits reached 10:00 PM just now.
From his left, the staff-only door finally opened seconds later and out came the face of a good old acquaintance who welcomed him from the aisle. “Annyeonghaseyo! Apologies for keeping you waiting.” Without looking too closely into him, her hand reached for an empty glass. “What can I get y—Geum Junghoon-ssi?” Until her vision caught his face.
In Junghoon, there was no disappointment in his face. Strangely enough, he exhaled a sense of relief. “Kim Nakyoung-sunbaenim?” His smile followed after, mirroring hers.
“Yah, daebak,” she cheered, opening her arms wide. “It’s been a while! How are you?”
It’s only been over a year since Jeunghoon had stumbled upon a senior in and out of campus, not counting his closest friends who either resided close to the district of the university or enrolled into graduate school. Nakyoung appeared to be in the former, though he had yet to know more about her current whereabouts.
“So what will you be having?” she asked him, balancing her job to listen to a customer as well as her enthusiastic attention as an old friend. Before his arrival, she seemed to have already entertained some of the locals before they went to their own tables with fellow patrons. At this hour, it’s just the two of them on the counter.
“Hmm…” He tried to inspect the bottles on the backbar, but his cluelessness with brands made him resort to saying, “Just a bottle of your cheapest beer will be fine, thank you.”
“Okay!” Her pitch raised for that one word as she headed to pick a bottle from the fridge. “I’ll give you our finest bottle, then.”
“Oh, aniyo, sunbae…” He shook his head and hands by instinct. “You don’t have to—”
Nakyoung squinted her eyes and pouted at his response. “Cut those honorifics. There won’t be sunbae, noona, or ahjumma leaving your mouth.” She opened the cap with a bottle opener. “And besides, giving this treat is the least I can do for your service. Also, you technically can’t decline a drink from a senior.” A little playful power trip made him feel less isolated than usual, even though he himself was no stranger to following orders.
“Aigoo,” Junghoon chuckled, forcing himself to take the opened bottle and taking his first sip of the night. “Well, this is actually very smooth. It’s nice… Gomopseumnida.”
“Right?” she cheered, affirming the man’s compliment before he took another good sip.
“But in my defense, I’m just going through a mandatory service,” he continued. “You basically give that kind of privilege to any other men who drink here.”
“I wouldn’t say all of them, but touché.” Her smile sharpened into a smirk. “But, still, I heard you did it for your friend, so that’s something else I can respect.”
“Who in the…” His mouth formed into a small gape, caught by her tease. “Told you—”
“Yubam did…” she confessed, raising her hands in the air. “Ever since she started dating Yeonghwan, she’s been close with your group as well.”
He shook his head keeping his smile closed. “She can’t—well, I can’t even blame her, or hyung. You two are just that close… Ever since both our clubs converged, and all that.”
“That’s true, but even outside that, she just cares about you,” she added, albeit adding some playful hints of speculation from her side. “I’d say even a little too much.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s the case,” he shrugged off. “And even if that’s true, she’s more of a sister to me... Aside from my own little cousin and Kotone-chan, I can say the same for Yubin-ah…and she’s taken things with hyung to the next level, like the next level, so I doubt there’s gonna be anything keeping them from staying committed.”
Fascination crawled up to her in the form of a heartfelt smile. She realized he was much more mature than they last had a heart-to-heart conversation. “You’re becoming more interesting tonight, Junghoon-ah… Let’s see what else has the service changed you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I think you’re much wiser than our first talk.” Although one moment stuck to her the most. “I still remember when we prepared our festival booth. You were asking me for advice about how you’d handle your super crush back then like you were begging for pointers about a finals examination.”
“That wasn’t even our last conversation.” He tried to be dismissive, more embarrassed to recall the memory than she was eager to bring it up to him. Sensing the man’s slight discomfort, she went easier with her approach.
“Sure, but first impressions tend to leave a mark more, at least for me… You don’t have to be too embarrassed about it. Just trying to bring back a memory, for ol’ times sake?”
“I wasn’t embarrassed,” he denied weakly, but she’s already gotten through his head. Funnily enough, he’s gone through worse intimidation tactics during his training and service from his commanders.
“All right… I was just curious if something took off. Just don’t want my advice to go to waste, after my little counseling from two years ago.”
“Well, if you’re still that curious, I shot my shot,” he put it simply, to her dissatisfaction.
“And—?” She immediately asked further, as if it was a juicy story waiting to unfold.
“It ended,” he cut it short. “She’s a senior like you, so that’s just how things go, I guess.”
There was audible bitterness in the croak of his delivery. “Mianhae,” she mumbled.
“Don’t be,” Junghoon flaunted his hand away as if his sorrow was something physical.
“I don’t wanna ask exactly how it happened with you, but situations like that didn’t have to end that tragically, though. Just look at Myungsoo-ah and Yooyeon-unnie right now. They’re literally both in graduate school…”
“Exactly my point. Not everyone gets to have the same dream and ambition. I’m happy for them, but you have to admit, hyung got really lucky with Yooyeon-sunbae. Others, well, weren’t so much…”
That same loneliness he had was radiating through her. “I’m with you there, so don’t feel like you’re left out… We are like a lot of folks here tonight. Not all of them, but still... Not everyone gets to be with someone since New Year’s Eve.”
“Feels really assuring, Naky-yah,” he professed, before taking another sip of his beer.
“Just doing my job… We don’t always have to feel pitiful just because we’re alone.”
“Yeah… Speaking of which, when did you first do this whole bartender gig?”
“Oh, I’ve only started six months ago… My harabeoji ran this place for decades, but then he retired and so for the longest time, this was my uncle’s bar... Then he got into rebab.”
“Oh, that’s…” He couldn’t find the next words to describe his surprise and sympathy.
“Gwenchana,” she quickly soothed his concern. “He’s doing his best to recover now… In the meantime, my cousins and I have been taking turns week after week.”
“Ah, I see…” He bobbed his head. “So you’re not gonna be bartending forever, then?”
“I hope not… I’m just taking a gap year… Just working on the side whenever I can like at the PC bang, gym, or sales. Gain some skills I may or may not be needing in the future.”
That was also the story of his life. “You were a dance major, if I remember correctly?”
The mention of her education put an enthusiastic smile to her face. “Yeah, I was.”
“Hmm… I was thinking, why not audition to be an idol?”
“Oh, no… I’m not chasing some dangerous dream, no offense to my younger self… Especially not after all the whole can of worms that would come into that.”
He felt bad by just bringing the idea up. “Yeah, that’s a good point… Better steer your feet away from turbulent waters if they’re not calming down anytime soon.”
“Mmm-hmm… But I have started collecting all offers for a choreographer, or maybe just being a fitness trainer first like I do sometimes.”
“Seems like a good start. I just hope you don’t give up on it… Choreographing, I mean.”
She exhaled with a sense of acceptance and a hint of determination. “I already gave up my idol dream the moment I got into college, so I definitely won’t give up on this one.”
“I do think you could still qualify for an idol in a lot of ways… I heard from Honggi that the industry’s not as weird with age as they were, but even taking that into account, I still believe talent and hard work should still matter the most by the end of the day.”
“That’s sweet…” Her tone shifted into a sardonic one. “But I don’t know what Honggi’s sources are, because that’s still mostly a load of bull… Coming from two girls who have actually tried auditioning in the industry a couple of times… Me and my older sister.”
Junghoon let out a chuckle. She’s had the looks, the talent and skills to be an artist, yet he understood why it wouldn’t be ideal or even pragmatic to make this possibility real.
“In another world, maybe… Right now, I wanna figure out how I can deal with my life as it is… I don’t wanna take out my other options just because I haven’t tried them out yet.”
“You and I both,” he confessed.
“Well… You still have a semester left, but as your sunbae, I still hope you don’t spend the rest of it getting back signing up for a part-time job, arasseo? Make the most of it while you still can… You might regret it once you graduate.”
“You got any regrets, Naky-yah?” He knew he had plenty, but he’d rather hear her side.
“Some. A few, but not as many as I thought. Even if I’m not working at some big studio or agency, I get to do these gigs and hang out with my pals without obsessing too much on going back to campus… But hey, it’s just me.”
“And you say like being a senior makes you seem ill or something,” he humored her, but her mode of lecturing was far from over.
“Just an analogy… But you get my point. I was your senior, after all? I’m just giving you my advice. That’s just one of your perks if you’re lucky enough. Hoobaes will look up to you and ask you some things, even if you might not have the answers, you just tell them as honest as you have to be.”
“That makes sense. But I–uhh… you know I can’t promise anything even if it’s good advice, but I’ll try to balance things out.”
She found the man to be quite stubborn, albeit in an amusing way. She was aware of the things he’s been through, but if she couldn’t change her mind, at least she got to lend her food for thoughts and presence. “You do you, Junghoon-ah... You want a second bottle?”
He just noticed his bottle being empty, making him place his right cheek on his warm hand with a humble smile. Far from tipsy, less hesitant to decline. “Well, who am I to say no? Add that to my tab, bartender.”
“Majayo!” she cheered, walking back to the fridge. “Another bottle coming right up.”
With their futures having been the spotlight of their discussion during their reunion, the next half an hour was spent more with the two catching up from their pasts and present. Junghoon asked for more of Nakyoung’s account during her last semester. Rather than completely press Junghoon on his service, he confessed how he had gained his position as a cook in the last six months.
“You’re like Jungkook!” she pointed out with a cheery cadence, softly tugging his shoulder back and forth. “He was a cook, and he also got promoted as Sergeant.”
“That’s actually what my friends said, but sure… I’ll definitely take that compliment.”
When his turn was over, Nakyoung made him recall about his ascension even before senior year, mentioning his entry to student council and helping out seniors with their farewell party, considering she wasn’t present to join and dine in with his department’s conclusive event a week before her graduation. The young man made her realize that it didn’t matter, admitting that tonight pretty much felt like the party he helped prepare, only a lot less rampant and noisy with all other students amidst clinking their bottles or glasses and grilling fresh meat. Although his description made Nakyoung envious about missing out, she got herself a glass of apple juice just to replicate that moment. Amused by her effort, Junghoon offered to pour her glass, which Nakyoung accepted, somewhat appreciative and embarrassed by him going along with her spirited antics. Tonight was not only a night of reunion, but also a shared night of hopeful renewal.
Nakyoung leaned from the counter and turned her head sideways with curiosity, which amused Junghoon. “By the way, your posture is unbelievably straight, you know that?”
He craned his neck to inspect himself from the back for a moment. “You noticed? Huh.”
“Some fellas from the table are lookin’ at you really funny, so yeah,” she shot back.
“Just how I was trained, I guess… Now, it’s just a habit of mine… I was wondering that if they really served in the forces, they would’ve understood why I’ve gotten used to this.”
“Touché,” the woman chuckled, raising her hands without rebuttal. And throughout their countless topics, they took one moment for their eyes to lock at each other. He noticed her hair had gone longer, but more filterless thoughts made him self-aware.
“I’ll head into the comfort room for a second. Would you mind looking after my bag?”
“Oh, sure…” From the counter, her hands reached out to his bag, and he complied while making sure she barely felt its weight. “Here, just put it right here. Just get it when you need it back.” Nakyoung carefully placed it on a spot under the counter, out of anyone else’s sight and reach except herself.
The scent of the comfort room was cleaner than he expected. There’s more filth when he and his unit were locked inside a room in the Hwasaengbang for an hour. Compared to that experience, this room was a breath of fresh air, although the smaller space has been getting into his nerves. He couldn’t stay inside for so long, but the presence of Nakyoung made him feel less like he was still at the base for better reasons. Maybe it was the warm and welcoming approach she made towards him that made tonight an early welcoming, how amiable the atmosphere between them had felt. After emptying his bladder on the stall, Junghoon headed to the sink, washing his hands along with most misgivings. This woman was making him feel fluttery. He would’ve probably made an excuse for himself about the lack of encounters with women, but that wasn’t true either, considering some of his fellow recruits and even commanders were women, and not to mention the ones he got acquainted with outside Pyeongtaek, when his friends, old and new, persuaded and dragged him during their first leaves at the approval of their commander. At least, those gave them opportunities to venture out into the outside world from time to time.
A tranquil glance into the mirror gave him a flash of comparison between his past and present. The thickness of his skin on his chin down to neck was no longer present. His figure and muscles have never looked more toned. Maybe this progress gave him more esteem about how people might have perceived him before. Maybe it only lessened his concern about it, knowing his confidence has predated his obstacles. With this, a more stubborn part of him didn’t regret going through all the struggle, agony, and discipline that were instilled on him the moment he enlisted. Even if he already had enough of it.
However, the closeness he was making with Nakyoung was making his hair stand up and almost shiver under his coat and sweater when they exchanged laughter, making him itchy enough to want and take off the latter in the midst of this winter evening. It’s not the first time a woman has ever made him feel like this, hence he shrugged it off and warmed his face by blowing air from his mouth while rinsing the liquid soap with water. Comfort with a friend shouldn’t warrant for someone to expect something more from it.
He turned off the faucet and shook his hands, taking a deeper breath before opening the door. Upon exiting the comfort room, however, what Junghoon was witnessing, the view was less peaceful. Noticing the formal suit and his shaggy hair, presumably between his mid-thirties to early forties, it was a man from a single’s table who instantly latched onto Nakyoung’s wrist, only for her to let herself go in a swift motion. Nevertheless, the scene was more than concerning for Junghoon to get his legs running as fast back to the bar, where Nakyoung mouthed to him not to get involved. Something like this shouldn’t be done nor be tolerated by anyone. If no one else was going to handle this uncomfortable situation, his moral obligation pushed him to do something about it.
“What seems to be the problem here, ahjussi?” he kept his tone as composed, unlike the man he was confronting, who already appeared to be at his breaking point, intoxicated.
“Don’t call me ahjussi…” the older man growled while Junghoon slowly walked closer. “You’ve had this chick’s attention in the last hour… You better know your place—”
“I don’t mind being called that, sir…” With her words, the woman stood for herself and her old friend, crossing her arms and maintaining her face of disappointment. “But the ounce of time and attention I give to someone else shouldn’t be your business.”
“The hell it’s not…” He flaunted his empty glass at her, holding it as if it was some knife. “We pay you to entertain—”
“With all due respect, you mainly pay a bartender like me to give you drinks and listen if you want us to listen to you,” she shot back, intimidated by his sudden aggression. “This may not be a love motel, but I hope you can still watch your tone…”
Junghoon was not the only person who chuckled at her clapback. Most of the patrons let out a cackle from their table while others sneaked in their smiles, but it only lit the spark into the man’s fuse. Junghoon remained on high alert, sensing the temper of the man in the suit fizzing out in real time. And at this right moment, the young man saw him raise his right hand holding his glass like it was a rock. He held onto his wrist before he could charge and get a foot closer to the counter, much to Nakyoung’s shock right as the glass dropped on the floor. All of the patrons turned their heads with sympathy and intrigue.
The glass shattered only in a few pieces, but the enraged drunkard took advantage of the chaos by letting out a rabid scream and raised his other hand in a closed fist. Despite the pandemonium, Junghoon’s other hand caught it in time. “You should… Calm down sir,” he warned him with a compassionate tone amidst this slight struggle between raw rage and concentrated defense exerted through their arms and core, waiting until one gave up without throwing any punch or kick from either man. Nakyoung stayed inside the counter, though she began texting someone on her phone while keeping her gaze of extreme concern for Junghoon, considering the man was a little bit taller than him. Unfortunately for him, Junghoon has carried, fired rifles heavier than his arms. He himself could also do much more than holding him in place. Bend an arm and tackle him into the floor. But he waited, staring at his eyes and quietly examining his spirit.
Feeling himself slowly weakening and overpowered, the older man fell on his knees, but Junghoon slowed his fall into the floor. “I, uh, I underestimated you.” The man let out a weak chuckle, yet his right palm has yet to let go of him. “Young man… Joseonghaeyo.”
Junghoon was perplexed by his somewhat humorous response, but he’d rather simmer things down than worsen the state of the place and the night. “Well, don’t apologize to me, Sir.” He knelt down on one knee, leveling with him. “Apologize to our bartender here and everyone else’s night.”
Covered by his own messy hair, the older man’s parched throat hitched before letting out a muffled whimper, slowly putting both hands on his eyes as he continued to weep louder. As Nakyoung was expecting, the bouncer walked in from the entrance, although he signaled her hand to stay put, allowing Junghoon to gently pat his back while silently asking the bartender for a glass of water for the man to drink. In the following moment, he mumbled about his broken marriage, his strained relationship with his children, and his regrettable infidelities. His tendencies to end it all. The young man sighed with woe.
“Just go home, take a shower, and go to sleep, Sir,” Junghoon advised, making himself more vulnerable, despite everyone else’s harrowing concerns inside the bar, with some literally being at the edge of their seats. “It’ll make most things better in the morning.”
With much less of his aggressive entry, the bouncer escorted the whimpering man to the exit, with Nakyoung handing him his suitcase on their way out before leaving a soft bow.
Getting up from his knees, Junghoon quickly looked at her right wrist. “Gwenchanayo?”
Nakyoung exited the counter with a broom and dustpan on her hands, although her eyes scanned his hands for any signs of scrapes or scratches, failing to hide her relief with her wide smile. “I’m okay… But I’m supposed to ask you that question.”
“I just feel relieved…” He exhaled. “Fuck, I didn’t expect this night to play like this.”
“Me neither, and yet you handle it better than I expected,” she giggled before carefully to sweep the shards of the glass off the floor. “Like, seven hundred times better.”
A guilt-ridden Junghoon tried to offer his help with sweeping the mess, but Nakyoung politely nudged her hands, still using her bartender position as a reason to do this job. “Just using what I’ve learned. Diffusing the situation before it can blow up.”
As if Nakyoung’s respect for him wasn’t already high enough, his actions tonight only elevated it. Perhaps more than that. “Bouncer-oppa didn’t even have to do anything besides escorting him outside, so it’s nice… You did a pretty damn good job.”
Aside from his goal of keeping the woman safe, he simply didn’t see himself in the older man as much as he thought, but the long defeat and hopelessness in his eyes weakened his heart. It’s a loss he wouldn’t want anyone else to go through unless they have done something. “Everyone’s got demons they’re trying to fight, so I’d rather have him deal with it than let him bring it out on everyone else…” He cleared his throat. “But enough about me or that man, because, man, you actually defended yourself there really well.”
“Thanks, but if it makes you feel any better, it’s not the first time someone tried to hit on me,” she hummed, feeling some appreciation for both his deed and compliment. “I was just doing my job. That doesn’t mean I have to be a pushover. Folks have already been getting into fights at the clubs nowadays, so I’d rather keep the silence around here.”
“Yeah, but things have been getting stale in here now ‘cause of the mess he and I made.”
“The mess he made,” she corrected him, based on her personal recollection. “You just defended yourself and talked some sense into him. Folks are bummed ‘cause of him.”
He breathed into his closed fists. “Well, I think I may need a snack… You got some?”
“We got a lot of different chips and sweets inside the pantry. I can get some if you want,” she informed him. “We don’t cook anymore when it’s late ‘cause my uncle’s not around, and two, people don’t just order them here when they can but outside…” She paused for a second. “Which is an excuse we also made up ‘cause we can’t cook shit for customers.”
He only laughed off her self-depracating tone, but he already got an idea to make up the mood he somewhat helped kill. “The snacks would be great, but ummm, if it’s okay with you, do you mind if I help out in the kitchen?”
Nakyoung was enticed. She heard of his reputation from their mutual friends even before his enlistment into service, but she has yet to experience his casual culinary expertise first-hand. “You’re gonna show me your cooking skills during my shift?”
“Show you?” he snickered while cracking his finger joints. “Aniyo. You can watch from the bar if you want, but I want to treat everyone here to some anju, if y’all want some.”
She opened the staff-only door for him. “Really now? You’re up for that challenge?”
Junghoon could see the kitchen from afar. Clean but unoccupied, and it bothered him, weirdly enough. Ever since he sat and drank on the same stool in the past hour, he had been itching to do something productive, especially if it could benefit someone besides himself. He looked back at Nakyoung and nodded. “Consider it a one-night exclusive.”
“Can’t wait…” she played four of her fingers on the wooden exterior of a counter. “Get in the kitchen... I’ll help out as much as I can. Buy you some ingredients that we’re out of.”
She extended her hand, prompting him to walk inside. “Appreciate it…” He told her while looking around the stove. This was still a functioning kitchen. “I’ll pay later–”
“Nonsense... This isn’t why I agreed, Junghoon. Just text me a list of what you need and I’ll head to the market down the street.” Nakyoung stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles before opening the door, leaving it open for a moment as patrons could hear and witness her announcement loud and clear. “Hey, yeorobun… Yeorobun! Just for tonight, my friend here in the kitchen is gonna be cooking a couple of dishes straight from our afternoon menu, so don’t be too shy to ask for some, all right? It’ll be on the house! Additional servings will have to be paid, though, but the first servings are free.”
Most of the patrons raised their bottles and glasses in the air with rejoice, with some gradually filling up the stools while they watched him from the open door. Nakyoung threw an extra apron for Junghoon to wear while he scanned the small kitchen for the necessary tools and equipment, as well as stock of ingredients in the fridge and pantry. Ones unavailable were bought by his sunbae straight from the nearest wet market while they juggled handing out more drinks to customers, with some asking for more servings.
A couple more new entries from either the same market or elsewhere would join the bar, buying a glass or bottle of drinks just so they could have something to nibble on the side. Throughout the rest of an hour, Junghoon left everyone else in awe and excitement with his rendition of familiar, scrumptious anju that didn’t take long prep and cooking times. From mung bean and scallion pancakes to stir-fried pork belly and blood sausage, both the cook and bartender were able to serve and satisfy the dozen patrons to high praise. Despite working non-stop, Nakyoung herself was also indulging in small nibbles, while Junghoon would shake his head in amusement while carefully holding the sizzling pan with his gloved hand.
“Your boyfriend here knows how to make some classics…” A patron in a construction worker’s vest and sleeves raised his shot glass with commendation alongside his three coworkers. “It’s much tastier than the last pocha we went to. Wah, this is good stuff.”
She expected such a term from a customer, but it still made her giggle. “He’s just an old friend, ahjussi… But he definitely appreciates your praise.”
“A keeper one, that is!” the female coworker beside the man heckled, making him grunt in agreement.
“Yeah!” A man in a coat chimed in from the stool. “Don’t let anyone else get near him.”
“The guy’s already a tough fighter.”
“I’m sure he can be a fine lover too!”
“Guys!” Nakyoung laughed along with the growing conversation, but she still failed to contain everyone’s intriguing gossip from reaching Junghoon’s ears. Not even the oil could deafen it. “It’s great that y’all are constantly praising my friend, but you might make him uncomfortable if he hears you gossiping about him.”
“Back in my day, most of us women just made our move and married off ourselves to soldiers like him, that is if they didn’t make the move first.” An elderly woman added, making Junghoon let out a chuckle from the kitchen the second Nakyoung entered to serve the latest batch of sausage on a platter. “Don’t take them too seriously,” she told him while passing by, but he didn’t know she’s also telling it to herself subconsciously. Meanwhile, Junghoon himself stole a few glances at Nakyoung’s bartending expertise.
“That’s too crass, ahjumma…” Another man in a suit, in his early thirties, countered the old woman, despite essentially sharing the same sentiment. “These youngins gotta take things slow. Know each other better!”
“Hmm…” The elder one shrugged it off and kept her gaze focused on the young woman. “I was just saying, dear. You wouldn’t want to lose someone like him in your life.”
“Well, I do think he’s not going anywhere, and that’s because he’s a great friend.”
“Whatever you say. I just hope you don’t regret it if you lose him to someone else.”
Considering the bar was of the traditional type, the place had to close down not long after midnight. That doesn’t mean they were completely off the building by the time. After Junghoon paid his tab, everyone else had left except for him and Nakyoung. They shared their final drinks of the night after washing the kitchen equipment. However, most of the side dishes he cooked for the customers had no leftovers after they left with full stomachs, and Nakyoung was no different. Her appetite had astonished Junghoon. The woman was now reclining on her chair, like a cat stretching and, strangely, purring after consuming most of the leftovers. Her midnight munching was further amplified with a couple glasses of somaek with him, something that Junghoon finally took the opportunity of pouring her glass to fulfill as her hoobae.
“Daebak… I still can’t believe how good you eat. Like that’s one and a half serving.”
“Hmph,” she pouted. “You got a problem with people liking your food?”
“It’s not that… I’m just saying you’re just not much of a picky eater, which is admirable, but I’m also wondering if you had dinner earlier today.”
“Oh, I ate a whole bibimbap bowl outside before my shift… No need to worry about it. I’m still on a diet these days.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” That’s just how she ate. Unashamed and passionate like it was a form of art. At least, that’s how he described it from his eyes and tipsy mind. The woman simply eats well as she drinks, and it was another feat that made him admire her.
“Compared to you cooking up multiple units at your camp, it must be a relief that you only cooked for less than a dozen customers tonight. Still, you didn’t have to feed our customers tonight… There are still food stalls and pochas right outside for a reason.”
“I know, but I also don’t mind.” He shrugged off her concern. “I’m just glad I was able to feed some empty stomachs. Call me a suck-up if you want, I just gave everyone free food just tonight… Well, except for the ones who paid, but most of them got a meal for free.”
“I think it’s very thoughtful,” she cooed, lightly patting her knuckle on his shoulder. “And it’ll probably level up everyone’s expectations once they come back tomorrow.”
“Nothing wrong with cooking something simple, so don’t be too pressured about it.”
“Hmm… I’m not pressured about it myself,” she admitted, emanating content and appreciation by his presence and efforts to help out tonight, even if it’s going to be a one-time thing. “But my cousins probably will be once they find out during their shift.”
“They’ll be fine,” he reassured her, crossing his arms. “Stir-fried food isn’t meant to be too hard… You got all the basic stuff here, so that should be a start. You can boil some pork for bossam or cook up a basic jjigae for another upgrade.”
Her lips made a “Pfft…” But she was impressed by his skills. “Easy for you to say, Chef.”
Junghoon fixed his hair, even though it was still faded, to make himself look confident. “I can teach you sometimes.”
She examined his facial features. “Is that what makes you a winner in women’s eyes?”
The shift in her discussion made him bobble his head sideways, but he tried his best to go along since it was a fascinating subject. “In what way?” Her eyes locked into his lips. She didn’t drink as much after her shift, but she’s still lost her own thoughts about him.
“You show folks your skills. You fight, you cook, and you respect and try to understand someone… Like, how can anyone not stick to you?” she whined like she was hyping him up and spewing her disappointment at him at the same time. “Are you that dense, Geum Junghoon? Or is everyone else?”
Her bluntness was making him shiver throughout his spine, but he kept his shoulders straight while her fingers trailed on his arms. “Maybe I am that dense. I’m not the best at noticing those certain things, but I appreciate it when someone brings them up.” He had one past relationship and another encounter, but those were it. “I may know some stuff, in general… But I think I still need to learn a few more things about women.”
The woman realized Junghoon was neither a bad boy nor was he a pushover, like he was another type of guy that she rarely encountered. Following her own impulse, Nakyoung leaned closer, crashing her lips into Junghoon’s. His eyes widened for two seconds, but her lips, her scent and touch were tantalizing, he closed them to indulge in the pleasure he was getting from this moment, sharing it with her. Her lips and saliva tasted better than the better she served him hours earlier, even though he was also tasting it now.
“Maybe it’s my turn to teach you a few things tonight,” she mumbled boldly to him.
Aside from her new look, Nakyoung’s naughtiness paralyzed Junghoon at this moment, despite his body already reciprocating her lustful yearning for him through the burning sensation within him. “Are you sure?” he asked, keeping his index finger under her chin and his thumb under her lower lip, tempted to go for another despite his logical doubts.
She caressed his cheek, warming him up more, but she knew she had limits. They might have shown their actions, but their words have yet to seal the deal. “Mmm-hmm… I am. If you are, too.”
Closing his eyes at the same second, Junghoon solidified his reciprocation by kissing her the second time with abandon. Within seconds, his tongue dilly-dallied on her lips, until she opened for his entry. While their lips were smacking and tongues were dancing with graceful rhythm, Nakyoung was the first one to submit to their libidinal inquisitiveness by sliding her hand on his chest down to his abdomen, following her hunch for his six pack, as she discovered it. Sensing Junghoon’s shivers through the vibrations of their lips, Nakyoung broke their kiss and giggled while catching her breath. “Mianhae,” she muttered. If the exchange of their saliva wasn’t enough, their breaths were also fuel for their lust for each other the longer their foreheads rested on each other in this armistice.
He began to pepper kisses on the woman’s neck, inciting a yelp from her. “Don’t be…” She muffled her moans, prolonging and deepening them in the process, while still fully cognizant of where they were. Even if they’re inside the staff-only room. “Go ahead,” he encouraged, making her move her fingers on his abdomen once again. Junghoon started leaving hickeys through the sounds of his lips, making Nakyoung bite her lip at the same second she began inspecting and trailing her hands on his stomach like it was a precious jewelry that she was willing to own for herself until she leaned her lips on his once more.
“I guess there is one thing I have yet to eat tonight,” she purred, gripping onto his bulge, already rock hard for her touch. Even until this point, her wit would’ve made him laugh, but he could only groan at how she was able to take control of his body with her smooth movement. He didn’t doubt her being an expert, hence he let her kneel down in front of him, while she unzipped his pants. “Seolma… I never expected it to be this big…” For a simple test, Nakyoung gave his junior a few kisses, starting down his testicles up to his tip, slowly hearing the reaction she had hoped from him: giggles in-between groans as he arched his neck backwards and back leaning on the chair like a king being pleasured.
Finding his ‘pleasure receptors’ to be perfectly “functioning,” she shook her head with a snicker and licked her lips sideways, cracking her neck joints and maintaining her focus on the tip of his hard standing manhood. She let out a purr and made sure that he could face her the second she gave him a wink, playfully telling him, “Jal meokgesseumnida.”
An enlivened Junghoon heaved with laughter, but his amusement was cut short right as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The man held in his anticipation while she took him in, slowly and surely. Feeling his tip reach her throat within seven seconds, Nakyoung started to bob her head on his manhood, moving up and down while her fingers massaged his balls at the same time, slowly being lubricated by the saliva drooling out of her mouth. “That’s really, ugh, good, Naky… Fuck, augh—” The moans leaving Junghoon’s made him clench his teeth, only to loosen up as seconds pass the more surges of pleasure spread throughout his nether regions,going up to his spine. This was merely a blowjob, and yet Nakyoung’s prowess was already making him lightheaded in the best feeling imaginable. Maybe it’s simply the fact that he hasn’t felt a woman’s touch for a long time or that the alcohol was slowly taking its effect, but this paralysis of pleasure was reaching its peak within several minutes of their slurping and moaning, making him feel like his shaft was being sucked on by a hot and wet vacuum cleaner.
The same build up in his body was slowly accumulating from his balls up to his member. Junghoon couldn’t help but hold his right palm on her head, with his left arm anchoring and wrapping on the chair’s head as his legs were stretching between Nakyoung, his toes wrangling inside his shoes while delaying his climax with all willpower, only for a quick perception to remind him not to fight against his primal feelings, and more importantly, against the exemplary service she was providing him now. If he wanted this tonight to become more, for him to pleasure her, he had to give in to the power of her masterful mouth. And so, Junghoon felt his climax reaching its finish line, he gave three thrusts that made Nakyoung moan in surprise and intrigue. She was about to receive his warm and thick seed, and her impatience only accelerated her bobbing until his fingers began to claw into her hair as Junghoon’s final thrusts finally triggered an eruption inside her piehole, going straight into Nakyoung’s tongue and flooding down her throat. This was one trigger he had yet to have full discipline over.
Despite having done the least movement between them, Junghoon was also almost out of breath, but gratified by her valiant effort nonetheless, especially when she swallowed his seed with a long and loud gulp. “Miss Kim, you are wild.” He fixed her hair while she inched closer to his right knee, humming with satisfaction at her final feast of the night.
Resting her head on his thigh while he gently caressed her, Nakyoung kept some of her seductive spirit alive through her voice to tease him. “You don’t know half of it.”
He wanted to lean down and kiss her as a form of reward or simply gratitude, but they heard three knocks on the entrance doors. It was locked, but the loud voice of a woman that followed only made Nakyoung stand up and wipe her mouth with a paper towel on the dining table, making Junghoon follow her pace as he pulled up his undies and pants and kept himself watchful at the entrance as Nakyoung unlocked the staff door to holler out “Jamsimanyo!” with a polite yet compelling tone.
“Aniya.” She noticed him slightly shivering. “It’s just a patrol officer. They often visit at this hour. You stay here for a bit…” She gave his shoulder a light pat. “Relax…”
“Oh…” He gave himself a deep breath and straightened his posture. “Okay, sure.”
“And, umm, I still have to close this place,” she added, informing him with a coy tone. “But… If you don’t mind waiting, my apartment isn’t too far away from here.” Slowly, she pursed her lips, but her smile was already noticeable from his view. He’s not the only one feeling lucky tonight.
Rather than staying still inside the kitchen as told, he began organizing the equipment he used back to their proper storage. “No need to rush… You can talk to the officer. I’ll help clean up the kitchen.” There was nothing to be ashamed of having some little fun.
After apologizing to the patrol officer and letting her inspect the area, she even saluted Junghoon after finding out his status, the pair spent five more minutes closing the bar. As Nakyoung told him, it took the three blocks of playfully chasing and following each other’s path on the pavement before they finally reached Naky’s apartment. While still latching onto his moist lips, Nakyoung allowed Junghoon’s hand to drop his bag on the floor next to the couch, giving him more access to her naughty mouth for another round.
Parting herself from his clutches, Nakyoung gave the signal to undress their own clothes in front of each other with an excited grin, as Junghoon understood they were mentally competing against each other on who gets to strip down and jump on the other first. It was Junghoon who deliberately slowed himself down, stripping to his underwear after Nakyoung had tossed away her shirt and pants on the floor, stunning the man with her curvaceous body, still covered by her black bra and panties when she galloped towards him. Junghoon braced himself as she hurled herself like a projectile, lips first colliding with his. On this cold, winter night, the pair only have each other’s warmth to provide. The woman wrapped her legs around his waist with her arms around his neck, helping him carry her body as their mingling bodies guided them all the way to the open door of her bedroom. She gave him a little push so he could land themselves on her bouncy bed.
Falling on his back on the mattress, Nakyoung did not hold back, keeping her lips locked and tangled with Junghoon, whom she had pinned down. She’s a ferocious big cat, and the man’s her meaty prey. Her hunger began on mainly his lips, now spreading down to his cheek, neck, and clavicle through her licks and kisses, which Junghoon had also been craving to taste from her once the tables had turned, if they even would turn, tonight.
“You know,” he mumbled. “You can’t… be the only one… who has gotten a taste…”
“So,” she exhaled with anticipation, keeping herself composed. “What do you propose?”
Before he could think, this position had already given him the answer. “Sit on my face.”
Astonished by his boldness, Nakyoung took her panties off right top of him, blindly throwing it behind with her gaze focused on him. Junghoon could only hum with arousal while she inched herself closer and closed the gap of her thighs between his head, giving his mouth the perfect angle of aligning with her already wet cunt. She held both hands onto the headboard, slightly bending her upper body forward for a better reach, while Junghoon gripped her legs like rollercoaster restraints. Nevertheless, he still had to begin, once she leaned down and whispered, “Ready when you are.”
Inching his head until his mouth made contact with her vulva, Junghoon began planting a few kisses. Giggles and hisses left the woman’s mouth, realizing she’s reacting just like him when she sucked him off. In her case, however, her folds have begun receiving the slithering movement of his tongue, prompting her to tighten her grip on the headboard while relishing on it moving from down to upwards. Junghoon was now getting his first taste of her nectars. Without completely giving all the weight of her bottom on his chest, Nakyoung slowly rocked herself back and forth, grinding on his moving mouth like she’s also imagining it being on his cock. “Good… boy,” she moaned, unbeknownst to her that her own soft encouragement and movement, complemented by the scent of her cunt and bottom, has once again made Junghoon’s cock rock harder.
And yet, he didn’t want her to turn around, as much as the idea intrigued him. This round was meant all for her, as she had pleased him earlier. While almost restrained, this position didn’t stop him from massaging her buttcheeks with both hands and fingers inches apart from each other, kneading them like dough. Nakyoung bent her back a little further with her moans growing louder, now salivating as two major stimulations were slowly taking over her body the longer she kept grinding on his face at a faster pace.
Junghoon started breathing through his nostrils, taking in her intoxicating scent before widening the gap of his mouth between her folds, giving his tongue a chance to reach up to her clit, amplifying her yelps, increasing the ammunition of her one-word praises and muffled curses the longer pleasure was building up within her, under the sound of his consistent slurps. While her head was facing above, Nakyoung’s eyes started rolling to the back of her head, letting herself wail with delight by opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. She couldn’t hold herself any longer, feeling the pressure breaking free.
“Baby, fuuuck!” The woman grinded three more times before coming to a full stop and shivering once she released a stimulating cry into the ceiling until her voice gave out in pure libidinal bliss. Her juices finally left her nethers, squirting and spilling down on the man’s face like a broken dam, from his mouth to the bridge of his nose. As her legs still shivered, her ecstatic ascension to paradise only lasted about three to four seconds, but it quickly dwindled down while she caught her breath, resting her forehead close to the headboard. They would have to take things to the next level for it to be much longer.
Nakyoung got herself off his face, her remaining essence dripping on the mattress as she landed next to him, her crotch still leveling with his head. But upon finding Junghoon’s face splattered with her juices, she immediately got up from the bed and reached for a couple sheets of napkin on the desk next to the door, wiping the puddle of fluid off of Junghoon’s face, to his appreciation while they’re both sitting down on the bed.
Nakyoung whispered her compliments to him, questioning his experience right until she eventually spotted his standing cock, still hindered by the fabric of his blue underwear. “You were hard all this time?” she questioned him, her pitch slowly raising. The belated realization made her sigh. “Man, I should’ve faced the other way around.” She gave him a peck on his cheek. A gesture she made from her own subconscious. “Mianhae.”
“Gwenchanayo,” he assured, slowly holding her hands and leaning in to savor her lips, something she also couldn’t get enough of. Their bodies rolled until Junghoon was now on top of Nakyoung, keeping his weight from completely falling on her body with his hands. Their chests hugged tightly, him feeling her breasts. This tempting sensation sparked a sense of intrusive regret in his mind, mirroring Nakyoung’s a few seconds earlier. He probably should have been on the bottom earlier. Still, the woman had her hand holding onto his crotch again as if it was going to fall, but she was simply getting impatient. Junghoon signaled her help in taking off his undies, which she dropped to her right, falling on the carpet next to the bed. “You got condoms?” he quickly asked.
“I got some. Inside the night stand,” she pointed to her right. Junghoon quickly got off their intimate position and inched closer with his knees to open up the drawer, finding one pack of condom packets. “You’ve been this intimate with other men?” he wondered while putting it on. Not judgmental, but rather curious due to his own adrenaline rush.
“Not just men,” she admitted with a smug smirk, something that only made him chuckle and inch closer to her lips, which she hungrily welcomed as she placed her hand on the top of his head, clenching onto his head. During this makeout session, the tip of his cock kept colliding with her still wet vulva, inciting scatters of moans and chuckles from each other’s mouths while their tongues clashed, tasting traces of their own meals and drinks, from the spices-filled savoriness of the stir-fried pork to the bitter and sweet beer & soju.
Even with her eyes closed, Nakyoung took the chance to unlock her bra, although not from the back, a special sight that left Junghoon speechless when he opened his eyes and extended his arms to look at her. “Holy…” he wheezed in disbelief at the size of her breasts. It might not be the largest pair he has seen from any woman, but the chance of being able to touch one of the largest ones was further fueling his curiosity about her.
“Eat up,” she encouraged him, resting her arms on the bed. With a breathy smile, Junghoon dug his face between her breasts with his lust-fueled mouth deploying his tongue to taste the woman's smooth and salty skin. He inched closer to her left nipple, giving her areola soft kiss while his left hand gently grasped onto her right mound. He noticed the mark of what appeared to be small wounds on her nipples. “Does it hurt?” he had to ask, despite his concerns contrasting the hollers of pleasure from her mouth.
“Not… aaugghhh… Not at all. Please keep going,” she kept twitching and groaning at his lips now focusing on her right tit. Moreover, she already saw him taking a slight pause. “I guess, umm, you, uh, noticed them, right? It’s where the piercings were.”
“Yeah…” he chuckled, continuing his massages and peppers of kisses on both breasts while she squirmed. “It would’ve been… pretty cool to see them… To be honest.”
“Stop… it,” she shook her head, having failed to predict his remark, but still enthralled by his faultless performance so far. “Fuck, you’re, uhh, good… Auuggghhh!”
“I’m serious,” he doubled down before leaning his lips to give her left tit a brief suck, making her yelp and chuckle. “It’s cool, but, umm, it must’ve hurt putting them on.”
“A little bit,” she confessed, showing a small gap between her index finger and thumb. “But it’s worth it…” She felt comfortable telling it to him. “I’m a curious girl, you know?”
“I can tell.” They both laughed at his banter, right as the magnets on their lips activated.
“Okay, that’s enough,” she patted his thigh and inches closer to his left ear. “I need you inside me.” That moment shut his eyes, as another wave of shivers went down his spine. He gave her two quick kisses on her lips and chin before his fingers went down her cunt, making her let out stimulated moans that have now become a delightful tune to his ears.
“Wait…” she stopped him, and herself from reacting. “Not there. Not yet.” He surmised she was still “recuperating” from the face-sitting earlier. Even a teasing touch from his three fingers felt sensitive for her. He instantly understood that she needed more time, but her hands would redirect his fingers to another hole. His eyes only widened. Her asshole? “We can do something else, if you want,” she advised him with a soothing tone, sensing the uncertainty on his face. “I just need to give my other hole a little break.”
“It’s just…” He paused for a second, but he realized that by the end of the night, they’re still friends. “I haven’t done this before... But I want to do it, Naky-yah.” There was no point in hiding it. Just because he was hesitant, that did not mean he was against it.
However, she let out a giggle, not of mockery, but appreciation for his honesty. “I’m glad, Junghoon-ah.” She caressed his left cheek. “I’ll guide you from behind… Okay?” Junghoon took a few inches backwards before Nakyoung bent down on her knees and held her hands on the headboard once again, wiggling her butt to entice him further, as if the combination of her butt, legs, and her wide grin wasn’t enough to make him drool.
After taking a deep breath, he inched himself and slowly pushed his cock inside her hole, expecting Nakyoung’s groans to continue in a louder volume while he kept pushing. “Jebal, just keep… goiiiiiiingghh!” she begged at the same time the man was feeling half of his member inside her tunnel as it tightened around him with every breath she took. Nakyoung was already shivering out of both tension and stimulation, but there was no pain throughout what she was feeling.
He knew it wasn’t the first time for her, but that also made him extra cautious, as he and his cock were curious. Little was he aware, not only has Nakyoung’s intrusive side been craving for someone to enter her asshole since the last time she experienced it, but she had also been training herself for a night she never expected would come sooner. With her brief and concise instructions, Junghoon aligned his throbbing, still wet member with Nakyoung’s hole and inched himself closing their distance seconds. The simple feeling of getting poked by his tip made her bite her lower lip to muffle her noises, before encouraging him to keep going inside. Junghoon reached his right hand, which Nakyoung took by instinct, intertwining their fingers.
As he felt the end of his shaft next to her stretched slit, both parties reached a standstill, giving them a moment to brace themselves for the next step. Junghoon slowly flexed his muscles, including his erect cock, and began to thrust his hips inside her clenching hole. Similar to how he would do it inside someone’s vagina, he gradually quickened his pace and rhythm inside this tighter hole. Digging her face on the mattress, Nakyoung slowly clenched all her fingers, both around Junghoon’s and the headboard, going along with the impact of his continual thrusts, allowing her wails of ecstasy to muffle through the bed until her throat tired out. Junghoon grunted through the rhythm of his hips, feeling his rubber-clothed manhood move inside her back and forth, slowly sensing the same stimulating build-up inside him when she was sucking him off within several minutes.
The lingering discomfort he had from the mere idea of anal sex from earlier has now converted into pleasure. She turned her head to the right with her tongue sticking out, undoubtedly inviting Junghoon to stretch his neck and devour her mouth with his own. Their lips and tongues clashed while their nethers kept grinding against each other, and combined with Nakyoung placing Junghoon’s hand under her right breast, their layers of stimulation arose from minutes to seconds. The woman could hear herself squirting down her cunt, prompting her to part her lips from him to catch her breath and let her moans reach her partner’s ear louder and clearer. Such sounds were enough to give him the final thrusts until the accumulation of his semen had swum up and pushed to his tip, finally climaxing inside the condom with one heavy howl on the top of his lungs.
Nakyoung wiggled a few inches away from the headboard and finally lied down on the bed completely. After pulling it as slow as he could, Junghoon adjusted to his left before he landed on the bed. Still, the former didn’t let her hand go off him, yearning to feel his chest respire on top of her back. Much to his surprise, he wasn’t as heavy as he thought. He felt at ease resting next to her, sweat and all. As they both calmed down, Nakyoung slowly turned around to face Junghoon, just so she could retain some familiarity to his lips. She broke their kiss almost thirty seconds later, the man’s forehead resting on hers. “You mind if… we wash ourselves… A little bit first?”
“Of course…” He backed off, inching away from her to sit on the bed. “Take your time.”
“You can head in first, if you want,” she suggested. “You really don’t need to take long.”
Both had the thought of inviting each other inside the shower, but the bed was their own ideal battleground for tonight. They’ve sat and stood long enough at the bar for them not to relish in the comfort and easiness of Nakyoung’s bed, where they could let all loose all night long, as long as their breaths and bodies willed it. As soon as the woman exited the bathroom, she walked straight to her room to find Junghoon waiting for her with a soft smile. No phone in his hand or anything, just curious about her bedroom, although his clothes and bag were in the living room. Somewhat touched by his patience, Nakyoung wrapped her arms around him in an appreciative embrace, closing her eyes while he snuggled on her chest without any words from either of their mouths. But this wasn’t a romantic date. Their touch slowly burned back into a tension, one that pulled their lips back to each other in no time. A moment that made his flaccid cock harder in seconds.
Pulling her into the bed so she could lie on her back, Junghoon broke their kiss and was about to reach into the nightstand, but Nakyoung gently held his wrist. “No need… I’m on the pill,” she clarified. A clueless Junghoon only nodded with a slight snicker. He realized that it seemed like he was already lucky from the beginning. “It’s time, Junghoon-ah…” She gave him a quick tease, spreading her legs and folds apart with her fingers while sticking her tongue out for him to see. “I bet you’re familiar with this one.”
He snortled with closed lips. She wasn’t wasting time. “Let’s see if I still got it.” And neither should he. Now having more familiarity with this kind of situation, Junghoon crawled closer to Nakyoung to close their distance until his tip had met the hole he had been hoping to enter all night from the second they entered this apartment. While he was slow with his approach, his entry through his pussy was far smoother and stickier compared to her asshole. It gave him the lube to keep going, despite his girth needing a thrust to go further.
Nakyoung could only muffle herself with the back of her left hand, unable to repress her moans, as in the field of sex, they were as essential as breathing. A reaction to the stimulating object entering and stretching her insides the longer he took, she instinctively wrapped her legs around him like a boa constrictor. Like earlier, a brief standstill occurred once his tip had reached its limit, and it gave Junghoon the trigger to take a breath and start thrusting inside her with his renewed stamina.
The stronger she bounced and moaned with abandon, Nakyoung raised her voice, yet retained her shameless tone just so she could ask him. “Have I… Been… a good girl?” Although her voice was already alluring to Junghoon’s ears, she placed her palm on his left butt cheeks, giving him a tight yet stimulating squeeze that made him moan loudly.
“Aniya,” he retaliated, deepening his voice with a grunt while accelerating his assertive hips against her. “You’re, unhn, fucking, hnnnngghhh, a bad girl… Kim Nakyoung.” He gave the side of her right hip one quick slap, hoping it would reach her ass cheek as well. The bbubb—baddest!” Missionary might’ve been his default position, but doing it with a feisty and more experienced woman like Nakyoung made his heart race faster than ever. The flexibility in her legs and the endurance of her body gave him some upgrades he never knew was possible.
She looked to the ceiling from feeling an electrifying surge coming from her bottom, giving Junghoon another opportunity to lean down and not just kiss, but lick the sweat off her neck while she processed his playful words and enthusiastic slap. “That’s, ungh, right… I am! Nggghh… So bad.” She was feeling lightheaded as her vigor was running thin. “And you’re so…gooood!” Thankfully for him, Junghoon was catching up to her.
Halfway through their climax, Nakyoung muffled her moans into determined grunts. She was itching to switch things up, so mustered some of her strength and suggested something to Junghoon. He listened with his body, efficiently helping Nakyoung rise without pulling out of her as if they were stuntmen. Their position has been changed, with both people leveling each other while still keeping up with their grinds against each other’s groins. Wrapping her arms around him, Nakyoung’s more balanced and graceful grindings complementing the rawer and forceful thrusts of Junghoon has become this pair’s perfect combination in order to quicken their mutual objective. The joint pace and rhythm of their bodies has reached harmonious synchrony, creating miniature chaos to their surroundings as the bed squeaked louder. Thankfully, it could handle worse.
“You’re actually a good—” As his legs began to tire out, he struggled to complete his final word. “Girl! Mgh!” His tone lightened up the more pressure had gathered in his genitals. This position had also given him the chance to taste her juicy lips, rewarding her for making his night while making sure that his thrusts make her bounce with delight.
“Ne!” Nakyoung cheered, unabashed with her sudden tone of submission towards him. While still bouncing on him, she leaned a little backwards, placed her left hand on her left tit and showed them to Junghoon, and through his primal urges, he sucked on it without hesitation, making Nakyoung dig her chin on his left shoulder while letting herself loose through crazed whimpers and unintelligible high praises. Not long after, the growing intensity of his pounding made her dig her nails down his skin.
Junghoon had only felt a miniscule of pain from her nails, as the dominant pleasure drove him to such as much as he could, until the build-up in his shaft made him stop. “You’re, nnngggh, breath…taking…” he added, rasping more through his movement.
At this point, the continuous thrusting of his cock and bouncing has already reached multiple sensitive spots inside Nakyoung’s cunt, from her opening all the way through her cervix, which his tip kept on bumping. “Soo… Are… Yooaaaaugghhh! Junghoon-ah,” she started begging. “Imma—Fuck me… I’m cloooooose!” Despite her lust fueling her to keep going, her mind knew it was getting too much for her body to handle. With the last ounce of strength in her throat, she pleaded for Junghoon to do it inside. Luckily for her, the man was also close. His thrusts slowed down so he could put his hand on her chin to give her a soft kiss. Nakyoung closed her eyes and invaded his mouth with her tongue, focusing on the sense of comfort he provided her as they reached their final stop.
Three more slow yet firm thrusts from him, and the woman let her juices break free with her orgasm. Junghoon came a split second after her, bursting his cum inside her womb. In this standstill, both partners kept each other tight and warm with their arms around each other. Their heads rested on each other’s, sharing each other’s breath and admiring each other’s beauty in the afterglow of their battle. Nakyoung gave him one more kiss to seal their success for the night. Unbeknownst to Junghoon, that was her way of saying thank you. “Still got it, I guess,” he surmised right as he pulled out of her, leaving the remainder of his seed dripping on the cover.
Still catching her breath with him, Nakyoung exhaled a louder laugh at his realization. They still got a few more juices left in them, but a couple more rounds after that, they could only listen to their bodies’ pleas to settle down and lie still in silence, huddling against each other and dozing off until the night skies would brighten up into dawn.
= = =
It was six o’clock in the morning. He didn’t need to hear it, but the sound of the wake-up calls of their commander still echoed through his brain, as it has in the last four hundred days. He still had a lot more days to go, but today’s silence was such a whiplash for him.
Nakyoung stopped snoring, finding his neck hovering off his pillow. “You’re not at your base, dude,” she mumbled, caressing his chest. “Relax…”
“I figured,” he chuckled with relief, inching himself backwards so he could recline on the headboard. Carefully, he took the rheum off of his eyes with his left hand, wiping it on himself. “I, uh, just haven’t gotten used to it.”
“Yeah, well… Now that your panic’s out of the way, you wanna stay for a bit?”
A sense of hesitation made Junghoon blink a few times, considering if there was something more from their wild and passionate night. “Hmm…”
“You know, this doesn’t have to get complicated, Junghoon-ah…” But she sensed it from his expression. “We just had a lot of fun last night.” It’s not the first time she’s seen that from someone, but Junghoon’s a dear friend. She was not letting that go when they still had something important to treasure beyond the ‘carnal element,’ something they only discovered last night. “And you’re a dear friend to me.”
He rested his head back on the pillow. “Yeah, I couldn’t agree more… It was great.”
“Which one?” She always has a habit of making sure she doesn’t fool herself. And him.
However, he understood her sound explanation quite well. “You as a friend… And the sex.” He wanted to thank her directly, but perhaps this should suffice.
“Mmm-hmm,” she giggled. She wiggled closer to his head, retaining her closed smile. “I know it’s still super early, but do you want to have ramyeon for breakfast?”
His eyebrow raised at her phrasing. “Is that meant to be a euphemism or..?”
“That’s up to you to decide…” Nakyoung straddled him, making him hold onto her hips. Their faces were once again only inches apart. Their noses clashing as their lips waited. “We don’t have all day,” she insinuated, before closing her eyes as they kissed sweetly, indifferent to the morning breath in favor of their remaining lust for each other.
The whole night and throughout this morning, he has almost forgotten he was at his base. Jogging. Marching. Firing. Tackling. Being tackled. Cooking. Washing. Sleeping. Tolerating loud noises. Reading. Contemplating. He had also been doing most of those routines outside his service. With this being one of the exceptions, he took advantage of hanging out with his friends as much as he could, and meeting new ones when he could. The year had only begun.
After washing up and leaving Nakyoung’s place more than an hour after breakfast, Junghoon packed up and took another bus to his neighborhood. On his ride home, he received a couple of texts from the only person who was aware of his punctual arrival.
[Naky-sunbae]: Junghoon-ah!
Hope you got home safely.
Thanks for helping out at the bar. I owe you one.
And you know… After that, ㅎㅎㅎ
Don't hesitate to visit again after your discharge.
Drinks will be on the house!
Till next time, Sergeant! Hwaiting! 𖹭 ≽ - ˕ •マゞ
Junghoon only let out a chortle. He knew that Nakyoung didn’t even owe him or had to owe him anything, but the simple profession of thanks from her warmed his heart. He typed his replies not long before he arrived at the stop.
Walking silently to his old neighborhood, the faces and voices of his familiar neighbors quietly cheered on and welcomed his arrival as he walked past the nearby markets, corner stores, and residences. It was still early in the morning, after all.
“Oppa!” Of course, one face among them was more familial to him as it was familiar, and her voice was the loudest of them all.
“Soomin-ah…” Junghoon’s little cousin waited from the gate of his home for the longest time. Their late grandmother’s and his late parents’ boarding house. Walking to her, he accepted her warm hug. “You’re here early… Imo and sachon aren’t even here yet.”
“Legally, it’s still our boarding house,” she shot back while their embrace broke off. “I can just go here even without my parents, you know?”
“Next year, it won’t be,” he reminded her. “That’s why your parents got you a dorm.”
She pouted, extending her arms wide. “It’s not as cozy as the house. Not as spacious!”
A little overreaction, but he knew he couldn’t relate. “You slept here for like, one night.”
“Twelve nights,” she corrected, including the times she slept over after her first visit. When he was at the military camp. “I’ll probably treat it as a guest house, you know?”
“Do what you want,” Junghoon chortled as they walked through the house gate. “Anyways, how’s college so far?”
From that moment, it wasn’t easy for the young man to stop spilling her words to him. Nevertheless, there wasn’t an ounce of irritation or annoyance in his emotions. Not in this mood, anyways. He couldn’t be any happier to be back, even for a short while.
In the following days, momentous news was announced to their unit. They were going to be transferred back to Seoul State University, finally authorized by their institution and their camp’s highest commanders for their students to complete the remainder of their service on campus for the next six months, or less depending on how long they finish. Junghoon had already finished by then, graduating college by June.
After that morning, Junghoon and Nakyoung saw and went out with different people during their phases of exploration. And yet, their friendship persevered and solidified over time. It was a friendship that might come off as scandalous to most who became aware, but it was productive and pragmatic. Free of strings, at least when they were free of any committed and romantic relationships. It was something that both of them could benefit from one another, behind the sheets, or anywhere else they met. When times got tougher, it would only take them a text or call away from loosening themselves up.
= = =
There's no doubt that I may have gotten inaccuracies with the whole mandatory service system thing. I did my best to research it along with some creative liberties, since you know, it's still fiction (au).
If you may find a lot of stuff here familiar, I'll clarify that this takes place after Our Story, Like a Romance Novel Ch. 6 and before the events of A Cold Summer Fling, except for the short epilogue. Like the latter story, I intended this to be readable and understood as a standalone one-shot, but they're still connected because same universe and all that shenanigans.
I really don't have much to add here. I'll probably just try my best writing a one-shot that isn't gonna reach this word count, (this was originally meant to be 6-7k) because fuck, I need to discipline myself more often lmao. anyways, I hope y'all stream and enjoy tripleS msnz and also ILLIT's comeback for that matter. as always, thank you for the read and attention. take care, stay healthy, and until next time!
You groan, your eyes closing. Now you're glad your camera is lying on the table next to you, filming, so you don't have to. Seoyeon releases your cock from her mouth with a loud pop.
"Keep going."
The blonde resumes her work. Her head bobs up and down in your lap, her lips tightly sealed around your length.
"That's it."
You groan, your hand on the back of her head pushing her further down your cock.
Thrusting upward you finally orgasm, shooting your cum deep down Seoyeon's throat. You hear her choke on it once, before she lets your softening cock fall out of her mouth. She takes a deep breath and you have to admire how beautiful she looks. She managed to keep her makeup flawless.
"Will you give me a hint where the badge is hidden now?"
Nien
"Tell me again."
Nien's smile is both genuine and teasing. You try to fight the need to thrust into her hand as she slows her strokes a little.
"I... I want to cum all over your abs."
You blush as you reveal your admiration and desire for her midriff a second time.
But instead of teasing you further, Nien leans down a little, moving her abs closer to your cock.
"Do it, baby."
She increases her pace again, her hand relentlessly stroking your cock. The lube she put on earlier makes her fingers glide along your length with ease.
"Paint them white."
You groan a wordless response as you finally reach your high. Nien hums in satisfaction as she feels your warm cum shoot onto her abs.
Nakyoung
"God, you're still so hard!"
You can't believe it either. You already came twice inside Nakky's pussy and she is still riding your hard cock. Her ass bounces in your lap again and again, her hair following her body up and down as well.
During the first round you had your hands on her tits and her ass. Now they're just lying on either side of you as you feel her draining more and more of your energy even if you're barely moving.
"Are you gonna cum again?"
She moans as she feels your cock twitching inside of her once more. Her already cream filled pussy produces wet sounds as she impales herself on your length again and again.
"Almost there."
You can only groan. You don't have the self-control to hold back any longer. For the third time in a row you orgasm, painting Nakky's insides white.
Jiyeon
When she offered to show off her charms in exchange for a clue about the location of the next badge, you expected her to do aegyo.
Instead, you're kneeling on the floor with Jiyeon lying in front of you on her stomach. She hasn't just spread her legs, she's basically doing a split. Her tight ass looks even better in this position as your cock moves in and out of her puckered hole.
It actually takes effort to pull out and push back in, her walls gripping onto your cock like a vice.
"Yes, keep going."
She moans and when she looks back at you with big, almost innocent eyes you finally tumble off the edge.
A groan escapes your lips as you creampie Jiheon's ass. Her legs twitch in pleasure but she holds her position. Even while the fig of your orgasm clouds your brain you're astonished by how flexible she is.
