could you write just like wishies reactions to walking in on something... indecent? like not the minors ofc but the freaks 😈 thank u! xx
ෆ NCT SION ෆ 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌
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︴ʚ summary ɞ ︴bf sion and another member walking in on you two doing ‘indecent’ things
ᝰ.ᐟ suggestive, smut
⤳ 18+ contains mature card game elements. mentions of make outs - oral (male + female receiving) face fucking unprotected twister
𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓲 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼; hiii anon!!!! thanks for requesting 😛😛 ok i changed it up a little but and actually made this an actual fic rather than a headcannons because i felt like writing a whole essay again (hihi) BUT i’m also writing a proper ‘reaction’ version for you!!! i wasn’t sure if you wanted the wishies walking in on ‘you’ doing self care or if you wanted one of the other wishies walking in on ‘you and your bf’ so i opted for the latter!!! hope it’s to your liking but if you did want the other one, please let me know and i’ll try writing one with that scenario too!!!! i decided to make 3 different parts because someone got carried away a little bit.. (i’m someone hihi) so here’s sion’s part; NOT PROOFREAD my brain was so fried i’m sorry!!!!!
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OH SION version
it’s so easy to get lost in your little bubble of love and affection when it’s just you and bf. no care in the world or any sense of the real world outside. it’s been a while since your bf had a night off, no work, no appointments, no other distractions but you. as soon as his manager told him that the team was off the rest of the night, he called you and you quite literally hopped in a taxi and made your way to his dorm. you couldn’t really remember the last time you were able to spend a cozy night in with your bf, he has been so busy with work and yes you knew the downsides of dating an idol, sometimes you couldn’t see your bf for a few days or even get him on a phone call. he’s out of town or locked up in the practice room with his members. you didn’t mind, you support him through thick and thin, yes it gets lonely sometimes, not being able to go see your bf whenever you want to, not being able to just randomly stop by the dorm to have dinner together etc etc but it made the moments shared together a hundred times more memorable and special. it’s those moments that are worth the hours apart. time spent apart only makes you both realise how much you actually missed each other.. how much you actually craved and needed the other;
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he didn’t get home long after he sent you a text, asking if you were free and wanted to come over. you’ve been on his mind non stop the past week. the last time he saw you was before he went overseas for concerts, after returning to korea he was so packed with schedules he didn’t even have the time to go see you. he texted you every free second of his day, saying how much he misses you and how badly he wanted to see you. you being you were very understanding and encouraging about the situation, he knows it’s hard on you but you never really show or express it towards him. not wanting to upset or discourage him. you reminded him you’d be able to see each other soon again and tonight was finally the time.
he hopped in the shower and put on some comfy clothes, he dried his freshly dyed brown hair and couldn’t help but speed clean his room a little bit before you would step foot in there. he walked into the living room where he was met with the two maknaes playing games together. “hyung!!! come!!! quick sit down, i’m winning” saku only glanced up at the sight of sion entering the room; “no you’re not!” ryo bumped his shoulder against the youngest, “you can’t even get to the 2nd floor without getting caught!” sion chuckled to himself as he almost threw himself onto the couch, watching his two young members, who were seated infront of him on the floor, play their current hyper fixated game. he took out his phone and sent jaehee a text, asking him to invite the two youngsters over to their dorm so he can spend some alone time with you. not even 2 minutes later, sakuryo was up and gathering their stuff to make their way over to the other house. a quick bye before the door was shut behind them. he can’t help but giggle at the thought of his younger brothers, you always joke about him being like their dad but no one can argue the fact that the two are just adorable.
he was scrolling through his netflix recommendations when he heard the doorbell ring. he got up so fast you’d almost think he got had places to be. as soon as he opens the door his grin is so wide, not wasting a second longer as he pulls you in and tackles you in a bear hug. you giggle but gladly accept the hug; “hi baby” you chuckle as you felt his arms pull you impossibly closer to him; “shhhh don’t talk pls, i’m having a moment here” you laugh at his words and he mirrors your reaction, his whole body laughing with him. freeing you from his deadly grip on you, he looks at you, his smile reaching the sparkling in his eyes. eyes shifting from your eyes to his lips and back up, grinning from ear to ear as he presses his lips on yours. you kiss him back, your arms coming up and naturally finding their way around his neck. pulling him down a little more. his hands moving up and down your sides, almost desperately trying to feel you under his skin in comparison to the sweet - tender kiss you’re sharing. you can feel him smile in the kiss, teeth clashing as he slowly pulls back. you look up at him, his hands coming up to your shoulders as he takes a tiny step back. lowkey looking you up and down; “yeaah-“ he says, more to himself than to you. followed by an approving nod; “just how i remembered” you gasp, laughing as you hit his chest. he pulls you in another hug, laughing as well, kissing the top of your head before he lets go and pulls you further into the apartment.
you’re sitting on the couch, cuddled up with your back pressed against his chest and your legs tangled up together. you’ve been trying to concentrate on the movie playing but your head is completely trailed off somewhere else. you look around the room, some interesting and bold chosen ‘art’ decorations suddenly made you realise you haven’t seen or heard the two maknaes the whole night yet. “wait, where are the youngsters?” - “mmh?” sion asks as he was processing the words; “oh they’re at the other dorm, playing with jaehee i think” - “ahh nawh i would have loved to see them, it’s been so long” your bf cleared his throat, shifting up a little bit as he sarcastically said; “yeah i’m very happy to finally see you too” you laughed as you sat up straight, turning your body to look at your bf. “oh cmon you get to see them everyday, i barely saw them the past few weeks!!” you couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face; “i’m sorry woman, i don’t think they came as a package deal when you agreed to be with the one and only oh sion” he giggled, mirroring the big smile on your face as you shifted your whole body around, your legs on both side of his body as you straddled his lap. “i should have read the terms of agreement better before making such decisions” your hands dramatically falling to his shoulder as you sighed out loud; “yeah sounds like a whole bunch of losses on your side” sion says, silent giggles falling from his lips, his hands firm on your hips. you look at him, taking in the way he looked back at you, the way his eyes are so bright and full of love, the way his flushed cheeks look so soft and how his hair naturally falls a little over his eyes. “what” he asked, looking you straight in the eyes, trying to make out what you were thinking about. you only smiled, a little teasing; “nothing” he throws his head back to lean against the couch, only humming a; “mhmh” as he can’t help but smile again. his eyes look so soft but you can’t miss the way his hands are gripping your hips a little more tightly. looking at you, raising his eyebrow (pls this video haunts me; video) waiting for your next move which he gladly accepts as you crash your lips onto his.
your hands in his hair, his busy wandering up and down your sides, soft moans filling up the room mixed with the sound of your lips moving against the other as you share a passionate kiss. seconds have passed, minutes have passed, time gets forgotten as you completely lose yourself in the moment. sion’s tongue finds yours as he fights you for dominance, a sweet kiss quickly turning into one of lust and need. you moan as he puts more pressure onto your lips, his body moving a bit forward, pressimg himself more onto you. you pull his head a bit back, he groans now it’s you who welcomes herself in his mouth now, you push him back till his back hits the couch again. his hands are strong against your skin, pressing you down more firmly. your grip in his hair only tightening as you roll your hips into his. he moans in the kiss, pulling his head back as your push your hips down onto his lower abdomen again, repeating the same movement, pulling his head back completely, giving yourself perfect acces to the bare skin on his neck. your lips work their way up his exposed skin, wet kisses as you almost make out with the sweet spot on his neck. soft sighs coming from your boyfriends lips, his hands coming up to your ass, pressing you onto him more. his eyes shut closed, focusing on the feeling of your lips, the pressure’s so strong you’ll for sure leave marks on his skin (but that’s a worry for later) he pulls you back, lips pressed back on yours in a split second, the kiss is more messy and desperate. hungry for more. your hips rolling into his as your almost desperately humping each other.
“mm fuck-“ sion groans; “t-too much yn fuck” his hands still your movements as he lifts you up from his lap. “if you don’t stop i’ll literally burst right here and now” you chuckle; “and that’s a bad thing becaaaause..?” you giggle at the sight infront of you. eyes heavy as he looked up to you. “because i have not survived more than a week without touching you to be finished in less than a minute, now get off” you couldn’t help but laugh as you swing your legs to one side, leaning back against the arm rest as your bf gets himself on his knees to adjust his sweatpants that show a wet stain from your previous position. “uhhuh mr oh sion, the great survivor of a little touch deprivation” you tease as you push him with your foot. he gasped sarcastically, one hand over his heart as the other brushed through his hair; “a little respect here please” he laughs as he positioned himself in between your legs. “mhmh respect is to be earned..” you pulled your bf closer by the strings of his hoodie. he scoffed; “don’t say things you’ll regret later” face inches away from yours; “make me” his eyes switched to a different tone, lips crashing on yours in a split second. hungry - sloppy and more desperate than he ever kissed you before. allowing himself access in your mouth, only grinning as you whine and moan into his.
his hand comes down to your clothed core, stretching your pants so the material tightens around your already soaked core. his fingers pressing down against your clit, you moaned, pulling away from his lips to catch your breath. sion smirked, his thumb now rubbing and working their way on your wet core. you pushed your hips up, thrusting into his hands as you were chasing the feeling of his hands. sion pushed your hips back down, pressing you into the couch as his fingers sped up; “stay still” he nodged his head in the crook of your neck, placing wet open mouthed kisses as he trails up to your jawline. repeatedly sucking and kissing the exposed skin as you throw your head back more. his hands still working their way on your clit. you moaned, a knot forming in your stomach, you throw one of your legs around his body, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of his fingers and lips. you whined; “fuckk- sion- i’m..“ - “i’m what?” his voice low and cocky. his lips were back on yours before you could answer. your hand came up to his hair as you desperately try to steady yourself down, you rolled your hips in his hand again, in need of more friction. almost reading your mind, sion’s hand comes to a halt and in a swing motion find their way in your pants, past the line of your panty. you moan loudly, gasp muffled in the kiss as he enters with two fingers, immediately pulling in and out as his thumb applies pressure on your clit. you try to kiss back, almost impossible as sion’s fingers keep working their way on your lower abdomen. “oh fuck-“ you whined.
the feeling in your stomach only getting more intense, building up as you can feel the heat blooming more and more. “sion-“ you whisper, almost helpless, breathing heavily. his mouth moving to your neck again, greedy, not wanting to miss any part of your exposed skin. his thumb is circling swift motions, pressing down just hard enough for the tension to get more and more intense. his name leaving your mouth in moans in chokes. “fuck yn, i missed the way you sound” you don’t reply, your voice not strong enough to let out any words, you only whimper as the knot gets stronger and stronger.
he lifts his head, he pulls his fingers out but before you can even plead, he pulls down your pants along with your panty in one motion. your legs up in the sudden movement, throwing your clothes somewhere on the floor. his voice low as he admires the view infront of him; “just as beautiful as always” you whine as you hit his arm, almost feeling shy under his strong gaze; “ya, my eyes are up here” sion chuckles; “baby as much as i love your eyes, i think i’ve got mine more focused elsewhere” his eyes are heavy and filled with lust, he drops to the floor, on his knees, crawling between your legs as he locks his eyes with you. your legs spread, your fingers in his hair, anticipating the feeling that’s coming. his mouth is on your thighs, open mouthed kisses dragged along the insides of your legs. his tongue licking his way to your now throbbing core, desperate for his mouth to come in touch with the one place you need him most right now, you can’t help but buck your hips upward, you feel the vibration of his groan into your skin as he presses you back down. arms around your legs, locking you down to keep you from moving. his kisses come to a halt, his eyes flicker to yours, smirking as he dips his head down. his lips are warm and soft, tongue entering you as he sucks and licks his way up and down, in and out.
your breath is stuck in your throat, you can only moan and cry out as his tongue flicks again and again. your grip in his hair tightens, back arged, head thrown back as your eyes roll to the back of your head. you can feel him smirk against your skin, not holding back, your sounds only making him more greedy to taste you. his mouth is moving as if he’s trying to make up for the time you spent apart. he’s sloppy, desperate and eating you out like a starved man. he hums, the vibration sending shivers down your spine, your body aches everywhere. you whine; “aghhh sion- pls- i can’t..” your breath is choking, you whimper as your chest is feeling heavier with every passing moment. your body is on fire, your legs shaking while he is still holding you down with his arms, one of your hands desperately reach for one of the pillows next to you, clenching the fabric as you start trembling, “sion- please” your mind is so high on the feeling. he groans, he feels your legs fighting to stay down. “fuck- don’t stop,” your stomach twists as sion pulls your body almost impossible more down, his face deep into you. he licks and sucks, almost ruthless. “come for me,” he says, his voice so low it you feel it through your whole body; “wanna taste you baby” his fingers are back on your clit. motioning in a way it literally makes you see stars. he presses onto you, the feeling of his mouth and his fingers makes your toe curls and eyes roll back. you can’t control the sounds you make, half sobs - half moans as you uncontrollably breath out in whined. you can feel the tears form in your eyes, your whimpers turning into cries, and only the sound of his name leaving your mouth as your orgasm rushes through you. your breath is stuck in your throat. but he doesn’t stop, he lets you ride out your high, licks up every single part of you, your body goes numb, completely slumps into the couch. your chest still moving from your heavy breathing. only then does he lift his head back up, smirking with his lips completely glossy and wet.
he can’t help the ghosting smile on his face as he’s hovering over you. you’re staring up at him, eyes pleading and fucked out. he moves down so his lips are brushing over yours; “malways taste so good,” his lips are on yours, more sweet and tender this time, slowly moving with yours in an almost perfect rhythm. you can taste yourself on his lips, his body now leaning down on you completely, arms on both sides of you to prevent his weight pressing you down. one of your arms swing around his neck, pulling him almost impossibly closer, you can still feel the high and rush from before. not aware that you’re still holding onto the pillow. his hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers. it’s only then you’re reminded that he’s still fully clothed when he grinds down onto you. again and again until his hips are almost moving on impulse. he’s pressing himself into you harder and harder, moans ruffled in the kiss by the feeling of the fabric on your bare, still sensitive, clit. you can feel the outline of his thickness through his sweatpants, you meet his hips midway, rolling your hips against his. it’s almost shameless, the way you’re grinding against him as if he didn’t make you cum a few minutes ago, but you can’t help it. sion presses himself down on you completely, his growing bulge pressing right against your heat. stopping your movements at the same time, his head drops to your shoulder, panting for breath; “fuck baby- i swear i’m trying to stretch this as long as i can” your hand goes to his hair, scratching his head with your nails, breathing into his ear; “don’t,” you can feel his dick twitch in his pants. he doesn’t let it linger for long, before you know it his pants and boxers are off, thrown into the room, somewhere with yours. his hard on upright, tip wet from the pre-juice. your core is throbbing just by the sight of his size. you bite your lip, mesmerised with the thickness, a soft chuckle coming from your bf; “ya.. my eyes are up here” you glare up to him, rolling your eyes at the amused look on his face. his hands go to the hem of his sweatshirt when you stop him; “just leave it on,” too eager and needy to even bother taking off more clothes than necessary. sion laughs, taking his dick in his hands, pumping it a few times as he steadies himself in between your legs again.
your hand comes up to take his length in your hand, pushing away his own, you stroke him up and down, fingers circling on his tip, spreading his pre-cum around his dick. your eyes look up to him, pleading, batting your eyelashes as you stick out your tongue, your free hand pulling his lower body more towards you by his legs. you slide down the couch a little more making him hover over you more so he has to kneel on one knee. he groans loudy, understanding your intentions, his honey eyes looking down on you as you pull his lower body closer and closer to your face. sion sighs loudly as he feels your kitten licks against his tip. you lick again, and again; “fuck don’t tease baby” you smile and with that, you come up to wrap your whole mouth around his member. sucking in your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. he leans forward, both hands steadying himself on the backrest of the couch. he looks down at you, the sight of him disappearing in your mouth has his dick twitching. you moan against him, the vibration rushing through his whole body. “fuckkkk-“ he hissed, he’s fighting demons to stay still, letting you do your thing and making him feel good. your mouth moving faster, you hum against him, saliva running down his dick. you let your head fall back a little bit, leaning against the couch, as you pull him with you in the same motion. sion repositions a little bit so most of his weight is on his leg that’s up. your hand comes up to stroke the rest of his length that you don’t have in your mouth. taking your time to make sure every inch of his member is ‘used’. he loves the way you feel around him, nothing can ever top the feeling of your mouth on his dick. he can only sigh deeply as he’s trying to fully concentrate on you. you suck him off in a way his head feels light, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, biting his lip, trying to suppress the moans from coming out. he can feel himself hit the back of your throat, your small hands working wonders on the base of his length while you take him as far as you can, from this angle at least.
a loud whimper coming from you when your bf suddenly thrusts into your mouth, his hands gripping the couch as he rolls his lower body into your face. you moan loudly, you let your hands drop to your sides, one grabbing his calves to steady yourself a bit. you can feel him hitting the back of your throat, hard. you hallow your cheeks a little more, creating more tension. you can only mirror the sounds coming from him. his eyes are fluttered shut, trying not to fuck himself into you too hard, but you make him lose his mind completely. totally immersed in the moment itself, he keeps rolling his hips down, the muffled sounds of your breathing and moans steadying his pace.
he pulls back and with a little plop your mouth gets detached from his length. you open your eyes by the sudden emptiness, sion sits back down again, on both knees as his hands come up to lift your legs. he squeezes your thighs as he puts them up to each side of his face. he positions himself in between, with his extremely hard on right at your heat, he strokes the tip over your core, a moan coming from both of you. he inhales deeply; “i can’t promise i can hold out long” a breathy giggle leaving his mouth. you rolled your eyes at your bf; “just fuck me sion” he chuckles- “your wish is my command” and with that, he pushes his tip in, leaning down, pressing your own legs against your body, feet touching the backrest of the couch, pushing himself in completely, stretching you out as you both moan at the feeling. when he’s completely inside, his hand grip the backrest, not giving you any time to adjust to the feeling as he buttoms out and thrusts back into your lower body. he’s quick to set a pace, fucking into you and quickly the whole room fills up with the sound of skin slapping against each other paired with the whiny sounds of moans. his hips snap against yours as he stretches you out with every thrust. he looks down at where his dick disappears in you, he groans as he places the other hand that was holding onto your leg on the couch as well. now snapping his hips in a new angle.
he moans loudly, biting his lip as he slows down his pace a little; “fuck baby, you feel so good” he grunts as he bottoms himself out, slightly pushing himself back in, but just the tip. “don’t tease,” you whined as you almost desperately tried to push him back in by his legs; “please-“ he snickered softly, pulling out, brushing his tip against your clit, rubbing you with his length a couple times before he thrusts back in, so deep your eyes roll back in an instant. he’s stretching you out so hard you cry out his name. he groans, letting go of your legs and places them around his middle, you pull him down, your arms around his neck to feel him closer. his head in the crook of your neck; his moans muffled against your skin as he rolls his hips. a steady pace, as you let him fuck you. you’re both a mess, fully immersed in the moment; body’s tangled in each other’s, moving together in an almost perfect motion.
you’re so caught up in each other’s you didn’t even notice the end credits started playing on the screen, or the fact you didn’t even close the blinds.. or the sound of the door getting unlocked. “hyung!” riku called; “sionnie-hyung, saku and ryo fell asleep so they.. WOW WAH WOAH!!!” both yours and sion’s head snapped out of your own little love bubble as he shot up from his position on top of you. both boys’ eyes widened as they stared at each other, riku completely frozen in the doorway while your bf had a panicked expression on his face, mirroring your own. “oh- i.. hyung- i-“ riku stuttered. “just give us a minute please,” sion says, laughing in embarrassment. still half in shock but he can’t help but giggle mostly out of an attempt to calm himself down. “no, yes, ofc, as many minutes as you need actually” riku says; “i- uh- i just came to tell you that the youngsters are sleeping over at our place” he smiled awkwardly, nodding his head in your direction as a small; ‘hi’. you smiled back, slowly feeling the rush of adrenaline coming down as you realise what is actually happening. “okay yeah great, thanks. you- uh- you can go now” your bf says as he brushes his hand through his hair. riku, clearly lulled out of his shocked state, slightly smirked at the sight infront of him as he backs out through the door.
a yelp coming from sion, like one you never heard before. (video; pls he’s so cute) you cover your face in your hands as you throw you head on the couch; “oh my god-“ you laughed, you hit his shoulder as he looks at you, not being able to hold back his laugh anymore. his hands brush through his hair again, a failed attempt to fix the messy look. “remind me to never have sex in your dorm again” you sighed as you palmed your face. “nooo but no one’s even here!” sion protested, laughing even more now. “no one?!!! was riku a hallucination just now?” you smacked his arm again, whining. he laughs when the sound of a new message on his phone pops up, he grabs his phone, still giggling because of the whole situation.
he only laughed, showing you the screen with riku’s chat. “that was not funny omg,” you breathed; “what if it was actually on of the youngsters coming home!” you looked at your bf in utter disbelief; “but it wasn’t, it was just riku” he laughed at you, typing what you believe is a reply to said boy. “if i wanted an audience i would have asked for one, just riku is just one riku too many” you let out a little laugh, unsure how you were going to face riku again tomorrow. “oh cmon, do you think riku is the holy virgin mary?? the amount of times i’ve heard him and his gf going at it, trust me they need to write a whole new book series called fifty shades of riku for all i know” you laughed, a genuine laugh this time. a deep sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in escaping from your lips. your bf leaned down to you, kissing your head; “mmh are we going to finish what we started tho?” - “oh sion!!” you pushed him away, your bf laughing amused; “i have a lock on my door!” you click your tongue; “you’re actually uncontrollable, yk that?” he nods his head, his eyes fully focused on you now; “mhmh but only for you”
“Fuck,” You whisper under your breath as you see a glimpse of your skirt flying to the other side of the car. You then hear a grunt from Haechan, his black leather jacket and plain shirt in the same color joining your skirt.
Neither of you knows when and how you ended up in this position. Though, you do know that it started when your eyes met his from across Jihoon’s house.
“Chew him up, dear,” Ningning cackles in your ear when she catches you and Haechan arguing whether you’ll do ‘beerpong’ or ‘truth or dare’.
And chew him up you did. Just in another way.
Haechan swoops the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss once again, shoving his tongue in your mouth knowing well it’s welcomed and expected. His free hand travels down to your bare legs, squeezing the flesh of your thigh.
The car is hot and you’re dripping in sweat, yet it didn’t stop Haechan from wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you impossibly closer and licks the expanse of your shoulder to your neck. He hums in satisfaction.
You push him by the shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair. “You’re such a freak,”
He scoffs and sports a cocky smirk. Haechan lifts you on his lap before dropping your weight down, effectively slipping his length fully deep in to your pussy. Gasping harshly, your hands scramble to find leverage on the same shoulders you pushed a moment ago.
“Cat got your tongue?” Haechan slips out his cock just before the tip and roughly thrusts it back in, punching out a whimper bordering the lines of a yelp out of you.
“Shut—“ You pull away and lean on the passenger seat’s backrest. Your hand then makes its way to cover Haechan’s mouth. “Up,”
Despite only having the upper part of his face visible, you could still see the way his eyes gleam with slyness. Just like that, annoyance bubbles inside you once again.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” You mutter irritably as your grip goes from hovering over his lips to his throat.
Instead of bouncing, your hips swirl around his hard length. You lean forward just enough to look him straight in his eyes and watch as it rolls to the back of his head, his mouth falls open as he basks in pleasure.
Haechan swears the combination of our warm walls tightening continuously with your hand choking him just how he likes it will be the death of him.
Dying in the hands of the most insufferable and annoyingly attractive person he had ever seen is something he never planned, but was nevertheless finally accepted.
“Ah shit,” It’s a whimper that escapes Haechan’s lips.
“Close?” You stop your movements and ask tauntingly.
He thrusts his hips upwards, as if frustrated. “Move,”
A brow raises due to his order. Your grip closes on his throat a little tighter.
Irritated, he looks you in the eye in an attempt to challenge your power over him. To his dismay, Haechan melts underneath you as you slip out of his cock. His prior firmness turns into a mush.
He grunts and tries to resume his thrusts. “I swear to— I’m close,”
“Yeah?” You let out a laugh.
“Yeah,”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
Haechan calls out your name. “Make me come,”
“Make you come?”
He gulps, determined not to back down. And yet once squeeze and a raise of his brow, he lets out an exhale.
“Please,” Haechan finally says. “Please, make me come.”
Satisfied, a smile stretches in the corner of your lips as you place a kiss on his forehead and lips.
Mark's first solo album is coming out today and he's feeling a little bit nervous
It’s still dark out, maybe just the faintest hint of sunrise creeping through the curtains. The door clicks shut quietly as Mark steps inside his apartment, dropping his bag with a soft thud. He looks completely drained—shoulders slumped, cap pulled low, his hoodie barely clinging to him. Japan had been nonstop, and now, today of all days, his album finally drops. But right now, he doesn’t care about any of that. He just wants to melt into his couch and disappear for a while.
He sighs deeply as he collapses onto the cushions, arm thrown over his face, eyes shut.
Almost like on cue, there’s a creak from down the hall. Then you appear, hair messy, eyes still heavy with sleep, padding barefoot across the wooden floor in nothing but one of Mark’s oversized shirts. It’s hanging loosely off one shoulder, brushing just below your thighs. You look so soft, like a dream he’s walked into.
He stays silent for a second, completely still. Then his voice comes, low and husky, still thick with sleep and something warmer. “Hey… pretty girl.” His hand reaches out lazily, sliding over your thigh as you walk up to him. His fingers trace slowly, like he’s grounding himself. You climb onto the couch and straddle his lap gently, arms wrapping around his neck. He exhales as if that’s all he needed ; his whole body sinks into yours as he buries his face into your neck.
“You’re here,” he mumbles against your skin. “You waited for me…”
His arms wrap tightly around your waist, holding you like he’s scared you’ll disappear. He smells faintly of the airport and the cologne he always wears when traveling , but beneath that, there’s just Mark. Warm, familiar, and entirely yours.
You nod into his shoulder, voice soft. “Of course I did.”
And for a moment, there’s no album release, no promotions, no tiredness. Just the steady rhythm of his heart against yours, and the quiet morning wrapping around you both like a blanket.
Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, your body warm and light in his lap, and he’s just holding you like he never wants to let go. His thumbs draw soft, lazy circles into your skin, slow and almost absentminded.
You pull back just slightly, just enough to see his face. His eyes flutter open, and they’re already on you,those deep, brown eyes shining with exhaustion but filled with something so much stronger. Love. Hope. Something fragile and heavy all at once.
You cup his face gently, your thumb brushing his cheekbone. “Mark,” you whisper softly, your voice full of emotion. “I’m so proud of you. I’m so, so proud of you.”
You lean in and start planting soft kisses all over his cheek. One after another. Between each one, the words leave your lips again and again, “I’m proud of you, baby. So proud of you.”
He just sits there, breath caught, cheeks slowly turning warm under your affection. His hand never stops moving along your thighs, grounding himself in your presence, like he’s afraid this moment might vanish.
He swallows thickly, and his voice comes out quiet, tentative. “You are?” He looks at you like he needs it,needs the reassurance, like he still can’t believe he deserves it.
You pause your kisses and lean in closer, forehead against his. Your nose brushes his gently. “Of course I do,” you whisper, brushing your lips gently against his. “I’m so proud of you, Mark. You worked so hard… I saw everything, and I love you so much.”
His lips part slightly, like he wants to say something but can’t quite find the words. So instead, he just holds you tighter, hand pressing a little firmer into your thigh like he’s trying to memorize this second.
“God,” he murmurs into your neck, voice low and breathy, “I missed you so bad.”
And just like that, the weight on his shoulders seems a little lighter.
♡︎ tags/warnings: smut!, fluff, unprotected sex, multiple positions, semi-public sex (on a boat :0 ), multiple orgasms, nipple/breast play, oral (f & m recieving), fingering, cursing, pet-names (baby & darling), name-calling (slut & good girl), creampie, breeding kink (:0), spanking, making out/kissing
♡︎ w.c: 2.1k
♡︎ a.n: hi! not much to say except this is utter filth so read at your own risk, hehe. i love jaehyun :,) . anyhow i hope yall are doing well && stay safe out there, love u. jiji out 🤍
“baby you better fuck me like you mean it.”
“oh i will,” jaehyun says as his lips come crashing into mine. the intensity of the kiss caused me to stumble backwards into the boat's railing.
the sound of the crashing waves became white noise, my sole attention on his lips. the softness of his lips, they molded so perfectly with mine. it was quite a heated kiss, his tongue clashing with mine, and our teeth as well occasionally.
his hands gripped on my hips, the dress i was wearing did nothing to conceal the burning heat of his fingertips. i pull him closer when i wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss even more.
i let out a slight moan when he bit down on my bottom lip, pulling on it. my gaze met his, his eyes lustful. “pull up your dress for me baby,” he whispered into my ear before sinking onto his knees.
i complied, pulling the hem of my dress up. my legs shut together, my black laced panties surely wet. “open up,” he says, kissing my thighs. i did as he said, opening them up for him. “good girl,” he says, biting on my inner thigh before palming my pussy with his hand.
“this wet already?” he mutters, sliding my panties aside. my bare cunt opened as the cool air hit it, sending a shiver through me. “you know the simplest touch from you makes a complete mess of me,” i replied, biting on my lip as he licked my clit.
“she’s always so needy for me, ain’t that right darling,” he teases, biting on my bud. i nod frantically, “god, yes! i want you, please,” i moan as i look down on the man below me.
he smirks before diving into my cunt. his tongue licking me up, sure to taste everything without missing a single drop. his licks were slow, almost as if he were trying to tease me, trying to pull me to the edge and beg for more.
and god do i beg… “pl-please m-more!”
jaehyun looks up, “more what baby?” oh fuck do i wanna wipe that smug face off him. “e-eat me please… fuck me senseless… i want you, i want you!”
“all right, i hear you baby.”
that was all jaehyun needed before going berserk. he works his way with my cunt, mouth on my clit and fingers fingering me ruthlessly.
i whip my head back when i felt his mouth suck on my clit before biting down on my bud, licking it shortly after. on the other hand his digits intruded inside my cunt, the squelching noise more evident than the ocean waves.
he licks my clit one more time before departing, “gonna cum?” i moan out yesses, but the sensation of his fingers was shortly lost. although it was now replaced by his tongue. he fucked his tongue deep inside me, i clenched around the wet muscle. the chanting of his name was the only word in my vocabulary, i was close so fucking close.
jaehyun could tell you were close, bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing and pinching it to help you near your end. a pinch later, you came on his face. jaehyun groans in satisfaction, the sensation pleasuring. he slurps up all of your orgasm, again not wanting to miss a single drop.
when jaehyun finishes and is back on his feet, he clashes his lips on yours again. besides your pussy he also finds your lips addictive. you could taste yourself on him, you loved it.
however he isn’t the only one addicted, you are too and to all of him. especially his dick. your hand goes down to feel his rock hard cock, now you’re the one palming him. he departs from the kiss, “you gonna suck me off baby?”
“mmm, yeah,” you mutter, giving jaehyun a kick peck before you’re the one sinking onto your knees. you free him of his pants and boxers, his cock standing tall. you nearly drool at the sight, taking him in your hand you stroke him. from the base to the tip you lick him, your eyes never breaking from his as you do this. jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed as you swirled your tongue around his red tip. putting your mouth on tip, never going furthur to tease him.
however jaehyun wasn’t in the mood to play these games. taking a fistful of your hair, he pushes your head further down until he feels his tip down your throat. he was big, you always struggled to get him all in. drool escapes your mouth as his cock occupied all the space inside your mouth.
“this mouth is so good for me,” he groans, looking down at you. comfortable now you begin bopping your head, he watches his cock disappear and reappear as you gagged and moaned. it was so hot he could cum from just this, but he wanted this to continue for just a moment more.
you bring your hands to fondle his ball, trying your best to bring him to his release. placing his hand back on the back of your head, he fucks into your mouth faster, feeling as his cock twitched inside. “f-fuck,” he moans before bursting his hot white seeds into your pretty mouth.
“swallow it baby,” he says, helping you get back up. when you swallow it down you open your mouth to show him you did, only for him to dip his fingers inside. now you found yourself sucking on his two digits.
“turn around and hold the railing darling,” he tells you in which you followed. he drags your dress over your ass, sliding your panties to the side again. the sight in front of him was heavenly, so fucking beautiful. he takes those digits from your mouth to your cunt to slide against it.
“ready baby? want my cock,” he says, teasing his hard-on against my ass and pussy. my cunt coated him in my juices. “ye-yes,” i moaned, trying to rub against him. he chuckled at my action before sliding his cock into me so easily.
“slipped right in,” he whispers into my ear. pecking my temple and my exposed skin on my neck before retreating back. his hands gripped onto my hips, as he began thrusting into me. his cock perfectly stretched me out, accommodating to his size. his tip reaching me deep inside my womb.
“yes, ugh, faster please j-jae!”
and he does such, thrusting into me much faster and harder. it could’ve been my cock-drunk state kicking in but it felt as though the boat rocked harder. whatever, i don’t care all i could focus on was his cock and how he fucked into me.
his hands began traveling in front of me, stopping on my breasts. he pulled down my dress, my breasts spilling out. groping them as he thrusts into me and out of me, taking his fingertips to pinch the nipples.
my gaze traveled to the beautiful view in front of me, the clear blue ocean and mountains. it was so beautiful but i couldn’t even fully and properly take it in, the sex was just too good to pay any mind to other things.
“cum on my cock,” he groans. jaehyun was reaching his high too, his cock twitching inside my cunt as i clenched around him.
a couple more rough thrust later, i came on his cock whilst he came inside my pussy. his cock still inside me as he turned me around, and he tries to take my dress off.
i put my hands on his chest. “w-wait what if-if some paparazzi sees us,” i say, causing jaehyun to laugh. what could be so funny? this was serious!
“so? let’s give them a show, let’s show em’ just how slutty my beautiful girlfriend is… show em’ who's the only person who could make you like this,” he says in a sultry tone. my pussy throbbed, why were his words turning me on.
i was rendered speechless. eventually i did end up naked, nothing but love bites and hickeys that jaehyun was giving my body. he worshiped my body like it was the most sacred thing in the universe.
abruptly he carries me, walking over to a the seating area nearby. he sits down, plopping me on top of him. i watch him as he jerks his cock and brings his tip to my pussy. he teases my entrance before sliding me down onto his cock. i jerk forward onto his chest, my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. his hands groping my ass, fondling the flesh before sending one harsh slap, and another one, then another.
each slap on my ass caused me to clench around his cock. jaehyun’s cock probably felt so snug inside my pussy. “god, this pussy was made just for me. it’s the best i’ll ever have,” he groans.
when he stops slapping my ass, his hands travel to my hips as they begin to help me ride him. it starts off slow, but eventually he helped pick up the pace, going even faster and deeper.
“s-so de-deep!” i practically yell out. i watched as jaehyun smiles, leaning forward to kiss my lips. he hit my g-stop so well from this position, hitting it with every thrust that it has me moaning into our kiss. oddly though, i felt strange like an urge to pee. fuck. fuck. fuck.
“wa-wait! ja-jaehyun!” i yell out, but he doesn’t stop. we’re both thrusting roughly, but with a slight rub to my clit i came. i squirted all over jaehyun, his legs, lower stomach, and cock. i heaved, finding myself outta breath already.
jaehyun didn’t stop though, continuing to fuck me through my mind boggling orgasm. he still so desperately was trying to reach his. as another orgasm hit me, causing me to clench tightly onto his cock, was finally when jaehyun was able to cum inside you.
jaehyun’s cum was surely stuffing you good today. “one more baby,” he says, moving me to lay on my back. i didn’t even try resisting, in truth i wanted more too. i wanted jaehyun to fill me up again.
taking one of my legs he places it on his shoulder. his cock still hard as it entered me for a third time. he sinks into me deep, stamina still going strong as he thrust into me roughly. the frantic movement causing my breasts to move, capturing his attention. sliding one of his hands to your tit to squeezing it, playing with your nipple as well.
eventually placing your leg back down, giving you the chance to wrap your legs around him. strangely enough it lights something in him, arousing him. shifting you a big he now’s pounding into your faster, like a madman.
“gonna let me cum in ya again right darling?” he asks, panting. you couldn’t mutter anything but just nod. “gonna let me fill ya up with my cum, have you nice and stuffed with my baby?”
you eyes flutter shut as you yell out, “yes! give me your baby jaehyun!”
he smirks, “god you get so cock-drunk. my baby’s such a good slut for me.”
thrusting once and twice more before we both cum at the same time. “you’ll be so gorgeous pregnant with my child, our child. all swollen for the world to see.”
you don't say anything, you’re too busy seeing stars. each orgasm jaehyun drags outta you is so euphoric, better than the last.
jaehyun hisses as he slips his cock out of your pussy. your pussy clenching around nothing, feeling empty. jaehyun looks as his cum spills out, he finds it unsatisfying so he uses his fingers to stuff it back inside you.
his fingers eliciting an orgasm or two until you end up passing out. the sex was one of the best you two have ever had, heck you wouldn’t even be surprised if you do end up pregnant from this whole ordeal.
by the time you wake up again, your face was in jaehyun’s chest. carefully getting up, you take in the scenary. ah, you’re still on the boat. what was supposed to be a cute little boat date ended up getting pretty heated. i mean not that you hated it.
you glance at jaehyun who was awake now, looking right at you. “morning,” you coo. he smiles, pulling you down so he can engulf you into a hug. “passed out on me, huh,” he says, kissing your hair.
i laugh, turning my head to look up at him. “you never had a woman like me in your life, huh.”
jaehyun bites his bottom lip, eventually bringing them to yours in a gentle kiss. “nope, you’re the fucking best i’ve and ever will have.”
i smile, going to straddle him. he looks up at me, though we’re both still very much naked, that was the least of our concerns. leaning down to whisper something in his ear.
final a.n: hello! i wanted to mention that this one was in the drafts for so long && i decided to release as an apology for not being able to get part 2 of wildflower out. i regret to inform that i’m experiencing a dilemma with the story, having a writers block. i hate it so much bcs i rlly wanna get the story out for yall ;( . anyhow this one has been written since july-isn’t but never got out, but i hope u enjoy this one. i ask for a bit more time in writing wildflower part 2. i’ll also be gone on a trip this weekend and start school soon so let’s pray we get the story out this coming week. im truly sorry but i’ll be back after recovering for a bit. i love u all very much, thank u for 200 followers too, all the love && support is what motivates me to continue. thank u all, i love u && stay safe. i’ll be back next week, jiji out 🤍 (sorry for the rant) .
p.s this fic is inspired by an edit with a song of the same name! i’ll link it below :0
“I make no promises, I can't do golden rings, but I'll give you everything tonight”
Pairing: Mafia Leader!Jaehyun x female reader (bakery/cafe owner)
Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff, smut and angst
Warnings: gun and violence mention, blood mention, murder, stalking, alcohol mention, Minors DNI!
Smut (unprotected sex, knife play, impregnation kink, rough sex, overstimulation, public sex, car sex)
Word Count: 13k
((A/N: WELL...its been some time, I apologize :( We got two new characters hehe! Also, if you are. jjk fan, the getou version is on our AO3 ;) I hope you enjoy this part, there will be a few more, Im thinking of actually publishing this one so I would love to receive feedback if you have any! Thank youuuu <3)
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[A month later]
“Hey..what do you want to drink?” Your friend taps your shoulder to awaken you from your daze.
With the music booming and the lights flashing, you’d think you’d be wide awake in the club, but the truth was you were thinking about him.
You missed him. You missed his smile, his voice, his comfort. Sure, he was mean when he left, but it didn’t stop your heart from falling in love with him. Although, your mind knew better. He wanted nothing to do with you, so why think about him?
“I’ll take cranberry vodka.” You nod at her.
After a few minutes she hands the drink to you and smiles. “I’m so happy you got a break. Let’s go dance!”
And so you down your drink and head to the dance floor, doing your best to push his image and touch out of your head.
You twirl around, moving your hips freely to the music and feeling your head become heavier by the second.
After nearly 20 minutes you stumble towards the back in search of the bathroom.
“It’s down the hall, honey.” Another bartender points.
You sigh as you relieve yourself. Few things felt as good as peeing while drunk. You look at yourself in the mirror, laughing at how dizzy you felt. But damn were you hot, you went with the perfect dress tonight, how could you not get any attention from the men out there?
Well, you’ll just have to try again, you thought to yourself and stepped out after washing your hands. The only problem with this plan is that you accidentally turned in the opposite direction and left through the back door of the club.
By the time you realized and turned around to get back in, the heavy metal door slammed shut. “Shit.”
You balance yourself on the wall and walk around, and just as you turn the corner you see something familiar.
It’s Jaehyun’s car.
Your eyes widen, your brain immediately pushing away your desire for any male attention other than his. Wait, why are you like this? He doesn’t want you, remember?
But still, it wouldn’t hurt to get a glimpse of him, right?
You walk towards his car and look up at the building it’s parked in front of.
The building is dark, except for one floor with lit up bulbs. Tipsy and without a plan, you head up to it.
The area is sketchy so you really shouldn’t be snooping around, but you text your friends you’ll be back.
As you approach the level, you hear a lot of talking and arguing. You then peek through a hole in a wall separating the hall from the lit up room and see a man tied up in a chair with a bag over his head.
You look to the left to see Jaehyun. The man of your dreams wears a black t-shirt and jeans, and still looks wonderful.
Your eyes widen when you see him wiping a knife with a long blade clean, blood stains the cloth and you breathe heavily as you notice that the man’s arm is dripping in blood.
“It’s a pity you won’t tell us what we need, we’ll find it out anyway..” His familiar voice echoes in the warehouse.
“You can try to drink your problems away but you’ll never escape me.” Jaehyun smiles wickedly at him. It’s a sinister smile that would send anyone running, but not you, of course not. You strangely have the adverse reaction, needing to see that face, one he’d give you as you look over your shoulder to see him ruining you from behind.
Stop.
That’s your drunk mind talking. He was right, no matter how much you drank, you’d never escape him.
Nonetheless, it seems they’d caught the man at the bar you were at right before you got there.
Another henchman brings a crying and tied up woman out from another room and throws her onto the floor in front of the man. The gang member then takes the covering off of the man’s head and the man screams a blood curdling scream as he sees the woman on the floor.
“Your wife has been through a lot already, Leonidas..put her out of her misery now by just telling us the truth..”
Her husband won’t budge, shaking his head and repeating “I’m sorry..I’m sorry I can’t” over and over. You swallow hard. Your hands start to tremble. What is Jaehyun’s plan if he still refuses to cooperate?
And then, one of Jaehyun’s men kicks her in the stomach repeatedly, making her spew out blood. You squint and look away, but the sound of her screams of agony pierce your ears.
You start to cry, covering our mouth to quiet your own sobbing.
“Do you really want to see how ugly this gets?” Jaehyun marches over then stabs her thigh.
You gasp as your eyes widen. No. How could he do this to an innocent woman?
The sight is messy and you turn away again. You shouldn’t be here, you have no business watching this. This can’t be the same man that you daydream about. This can’t be the man that you served pastries and coffee to, or the one that made sure you got home safe every night. You feel sick to your stomach.
The man is still silent, Jaehyun rolls his eyes before leaning down in front of him. “She will suffer because of you, is that really what you want?”
The man looks at his wife who is curled up on the ground and in tears. “Please..forgive me.”
“Leonidas! Please!!” She begs while reaching out for him.
Jaehyun steps back and nods towards another henchman who picks up a gun and shoots the lower part of the woman’s spine before your brain can even comprehend what is happening. The sharp sound nearly deafens you, but you still don’t run away.
Jaehyun looks back at the man as he winces from seeing her writhe like a fish out of water. “Now..she’s paralyzed, was it worth it?”
You step back, but you’re suddenly grabbed up by the collar and dragged into the room by one of the members.
“Hey! Ow!”
He throws you onto the floor, making you jam your knees onto the concrete.
“Look what we got here boss, a snitch.”
Jaehyun turns to you as you curse out. “Shit! Let me go!”
His eyes widen as he breaks his intimidating presence for a moment. “What the hell?!”
“Do you want us to tie her up?” The man grabs you up by your hair as you grunt. You raise your hands in an effort to scratch his strong arms.
“No! Get your hands off her!” Jaehyun hurries over.
The man lets your hair go, making you fall to the floor and grunt.
Jaehyun quickly places the gun down and helps you up. He grabs your wrist, tighter than ever before, nearly crushing your bone as he drags you out and into the hall. “Ow! Jaehyun..you’re hurting me!”
“What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?!” He tosses you into a wall, and the fact that you look amazing tonight still doesn’t stop him from being upset about you being there.
“I’m-I’m sorry, I just...I saw your car and -I wanted to see what you were up to and..” you start to sob.
“Why?!”
You sniffle, still tipsy, you can’t hold back the truth. “I missed you and I think..I think I love you.”
His brows furrow. “Love? You can’t fucking love me..”
“Those people..Jaehyun, I…I saw what you did, why are you doing this?”
“Did you like what you fucking saw?! Can you still love me after this? This is what I do, y/n. Get that through your thick skull! I’m not a nice fucking person, I hurt people!” He is infuriated, he doesn’t try to calm you down as you cry harder. He should take a moment to remember that you're probably drunk out of your mind right now, but in his anger, he can't seem to think of that fact.
He’s frightening, you can’t help but tremble under him. His face is filled with fury, and it’s the same face you saw the night he saved you from those two men, but you’re not so sure if you’re as lucky as you were last time.
“I’m sorry-it’s just..I didn’t expect you to—“
“To what?! What y/n?!” He steps closer as he yells.
“Kill innocent people!” You finally let out.
He nods. “Innocent?? What- well! Merry fucking Christmas, hope you liked your surprise. This is exactly why you should stay away from me! You don’t know me! You don’t want to know me! And I don’t want to see you again, do you understand?!”
You don’t respond, you only cry into your hands.
He grabs your wrist again to pull you back into the room.
“Hold her still!” He points to two large men who hold your arms up.
“Jaehyun..stop..please..I’ll leave..” You heave. He picks a gun from the table up.
“No!! Don’t do this..you don’t have to! There’s another way..Jaehyun..please!!”
The man and woman beg him as well, pleading loudly as they desperately try to escape the men and rope that keep them in place as well.
He shoots the husband and wife 3 times each, making you jump and turn away.
You push the henchmen away from you and wail while on the floor.
“Look at me!” Jaehyun commands.
He bends down and takes your chin into his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes as his fingers dig into your cheeks. He looks into your wet, red eyes, but not an ounce of regret flows through him. You had to see this, you had to hate him. Only then could you truly want this separation.
He hated to see you cry, but it was necessary. If you saw him as a saint, if you fell in love with who you thought was a “good man” only to find out how evil he is further down the line, it would only hurt more.
“This is who I am..you shouldn’t..you can’t love me..now get out of here.”
He lets you go. You quickly scurry to your feet.
You run as far as you can while crying, a million thoughts run through your head, the loudest being “how could you be so stupid to fall in love with a gang leader?”
Jaehyun turns to one of the men who starts to put their guns away.
“You just killed our lead, boss.”
Jaehyun stares at the dead man who should’ve provided key information as to where enemy shipments were docking.
“The bastard wasn’t going to tell us anything, he even let his wife die..tomorrow, we’ll see if his friend is just as selfish.”
Jaehyun puts his jacket on and heads out without another word.
On his drive back home, he thinks about everything that happened and if he had to do what he did. The truth is he had to kill them. The minute his guy dragged you into the room, this was decided. Should the man and his wife be let free, they would quickly expose your identity to his rivals and put your life at risk, and he couldn’t have that happening. You messed things up and didn’t even know. To make matters worse, based on his reaction everyone in the room could tell you were special to him.
He lays down in bed and tries to sleep, but after tossing and turning, he decides he should just go to the gym to take out his frustrations.
The punching bag becomes his main target. With every punch he thinks of how he felt when he yelled at you. Why was he so rough? You just confessed your love and this is how he reacts? He doesn’t deserve you. He knew that from the very beginning and his greed and lust still pushed it. He knew it because he didn’t want to just say ‘goodbye’ after having sex with you, he wanted to stay and hold you close, hugging you until the sun rose.
He wanted to whisper sweet words as he watched you sleep in his arms. He had never wanted this from any sexual partner before. Thus, he realized he loves you too, he always will and for that reason he cannot put your life at risk.
He sweats large drops of salty water as he pants.
He sits on the bench, wondering if he should call and apologize for being too harsh on you. He plans on leaving you alone, but the least he could do is apologize first.
He picks the phone up and stares at your unsaved number. But after a few seconds, he decides not to call, putting the phone back on the bench beside him and picking up his water bottle instead.
As he gulps it down, and as he does, he remembers how drunk you were and can’t help but wonder if you got home safely. So he picks the phone up and checks your location.
You’re home.
He sighs. He should stop by and see if you’re awake.
No. He shouldn’t
But once again, Jaehyun can’t resist you.
He uses a lock pick to get into your apartment easily, making note of how he should really get you a chain lock for the inside.
He walks in slowly and quietly before pushing your room door open slightly. And there you were, curled up in bed and snoring lightly. It was nice to know you were sleeping soundly, but he knew his words and actions cut deep this time, maybe too deep to recover from.
He observes your cute face, your brows furrowed slightly and your lips pursed. To be with you—no—to even look at you is a privilege, one he did not deserve.
He places a soothing cream for your wrist on your nightstand as well as a hangover cure drink, then turns to leave.
You take in a sharp breath, causing him to turn around swiftly. Did you wake up?
You breathe heavily, your eyes move quickly under your lids.
“No..no..” You mumble and groan. Your breathing quickens. It sounds like you’re on the verge of a panic attack.
Not knowing how else to help you before it’s too late, he quickly lays down in bed beside you and hugs you from behind. “I got you, baby, it’ll be okay shh.”
He holds you in his arms until you start to breathe normally again. Your eyes never open.
I could stay here..just tonight..it wouldn’t hurt, would it? He already knows the answer. He tells himself he is doing this to help you, but he knows he’s doing it for his own selfish reasons. To be able to feel your warmth, to smell your hair, to listen to you breathe in the stillness of the night, that’s why he does it.
Your eyes open slightly but he can’t see, you try to process what exactly is happening while panicking for a moment, but then it clicks. His cologne surrounds you just as his arms do.
Jaehyun.
He was hugging you close as you dreamt.
You decide to close your eyes and enjoy your last moment with him, with the man you could only know now as a cold hearted killer.
After a few minutes, he slowly releases you from his hold and gets out of the bed.
You both needed to be away from each other for now, so he silently leaves your apartment and heads home.
You wake up the next morning alone and with a splitting headache.
You rub your temple, squinting as the sun peers through your window. Then, you feel another aching pain.
You look down at your wrist and it all comes back to you.
“Shit.” You whisper to yourself.
What happened the night before was real..very real actually. Jaehyun made it clear that he wasn’t interested in you anymore, so now the only thing you can do is move on and try to forget him. Try.. at least try. You get up and get ready for work after downing the drink he left for you on your nightstand. That strange bastard. How can he care for you, but hurt you at the same time?
[One Month Later]
Jaehyun mustered up the courage to face you finally. He just couldn’t bear it anymore. Every day he had to watch you travel your usual route from home to work as a little dot on his phone screen. He refused to do it any longer. He had to see you, hear from you, touch you..hold you. It’s the only way he’d feel sane again.
He sits at his usual spot, meanwhile, you didn’t notice he’s even opened the door. Why? You’re too caught up in a conversation with another man. You smile and laugh a bit too much for his liking. How could you? How could you share your happiness with another man while he aches for you?
How and why are you flirting with another customer? And in just a few minutes he hears it.
“Thank you Johnny, I’ll see you next time.”
You even call him by his first name?
The man takes his bag of bread and heads out with a small smile.
Jaehyun looks back at you, only to catch you smiling hard as Johnny leaves.
But then, your smile fades when you see him.
You flinch when you see him at your counter and he notices. He really did scare you that night. He thinks to himself. His heart does hurt when he remembers how badly he messed up, but his mind is enraged with the thought that you may have moved on.
You look away and start to wipe down the counter.
“Do you know all your customer’s first name’s now?” Jaehyun says as he tilts his head. You ignore him.
You look over your shoulder to the back.
“Mark! There’s someone out here who needs help”
“Ok!”
You resume your chore, scrubbing an already clean surface as you try not to face Jaehyun. He controlled your every thought night and day. He’s no good for you, you know that, and you figured distance and time would help. Yet, here he was. Never allowing that theory to come true as he closes in on distance and takes up your time.
Mark looks around nervously. You hired Mark shortly after that incident so you could 1. Not be alone with any creeps and 2. Get some help in the bakery. There’s no way you can handle all the work yourself.
He clears his throat. “What would you like to order?
Jaehyun chuckles, “A minute with the owner.”
Mark sighs then looks back at you while you place fresh cookies on the display. He turns back to Jaehyun and pouts. “Unfortunately, we don’t have that”
Jaehyun frowns. He feels like an asshole for how he acted. Technically, he had no right to be upset with you, and he only came to apologize. You don’t owe him a word and you’re clearly upset, so there’s no point in making your pain last longer.
Mark sighs and walks away.
“Y/n..how I acted that night..was completely unacceptable. I was..worried about you, but I made a fool of myself and went too far. You don’t deserve that, and I’m so sorry. I understand why you don’t wish to speak with me..but I will never stop hoping that one day you do.” He stands up.
You look him in the eyes, holding back tears as your chest rumbles.
”Please leave if you don’t plan on ordering anything.” You say through thin lips.
You head to the back office as Mark takes over the front.
You try to act like you don’t care but deep down you do. and as you sit at your desk, you lay on your arms and wonder what should you do. Why does your heart feel so heavy with guilt? You’re the one that’s hurt, right? You deserve better, so just wait for it. But no..you want him, you can’t deny it. He was terrifying that night, he went too far.
However, as news surfaced about the couple he killed, mysteriously found dead in the woods, the truth about their wrongdoings came to light. They used money from drug trafficking to start up their own ring of slave trafficking, a completely new level of crime. You remembered enjoying coffee one night while closing. You asked Jaehyun if his job entailed hurting innocent people and he assured you he didn’t, turns out, he was right.
Long story short, he saved a few innocent lives by taking care of those rotten demons. He is an interesting variation of Batman.
He still scared you though, that you wouldn’t deny.
Jaehyun is dissatisfied with you ignoring him, but he leaves you alone.
[The Next Month]
“Happy Birthday Mark!” You and your friends yell out at the busy nightclub.
Mark smiles widely and thanks everyone before putting two soon-to-be-emptied bottles up in the air.
You dance the night away and do some drinking yourself. You bump hips with Mark and throw your hands in the air while having an amazing time. The lights flash, the music is nearly deafening and the floor shakes under your feet. It’s nice to let go.
“Want another shot?” Mark pushes his hair back while leaning towards you.
Feeling quite tipsy, you shake your head. “I’m good!” You didn’t need things to go south like they did the last time you got drunk.
Mark hugs you tightly before running off to the bar. You laugh while watching him prance away without a care in the world.
A few feet away from you sits the club's owner. He takes a long drag from his cigarette and lets it rest inbetween his fingers while leaning back.
“Let’s dance, babe…it’s too boring here!” The girl in a tight hot pink dress sitting beside him runs her hand over his thigh. He brushes her away and scoots further down on the couch.
“I’ll tell you what..go ahead and dance and if I like the way you move, I’ll join you.”
She jumps up and runs to the floor, still oblivious to the fact that his attention has been on someone else the entire time.
“Hey.” You hear a low voice call out from behind. You turn to see a tall man with blue hair gazing down at you with wide eyes.
Why not? You think to yourself. It’s been a while since you’ve felt the embrace of a hot guy.
You start to dance, letting the music flow through your bodies as they grind against each other.
He runs his hand along your throat, tilting your chin so that he can access your lips from behind. You can feel his steamy breath hit your bottom lip, you’re so close and then-
You’re separated.
“What the fuck, dude?” The man lets out when he sees a girl in a tight pink dress walk away after bumping into the two of you hard.
“Sorry about that.” a male voice calls out from behind you. You turn and gasp.
Jaehyun.
“She got a little carried away.” He walks after the girl. Your heart drops. Did he just brush past you like that? Not even a glance or “hi.” Are you really nothing to him?
You shouldn’t be surprised. You’re the one that cut things off. So why does it hurt so bad to see him with someone else?
“You good?” The blue haired man interrupts your thoughts.
You force a smile. “Yeah..yeah for sure! Do you..want to go to the bathroom?”
He smiles widely and takes your hand. The two of you struggle to make your way through the crowd and towards the back to continue your makeout session.
Jaehyun watches you and sends a message to one of his men.
He tells them to lock the bathroom doors. He knew you were less likely to make out with the guy in public like this.
He had to stop it.
“Hey! You said you like the way I move, let’s dance!” The girl grabs his arm.
He pulls away, gently taking her hand off of him. “I’ll be right back.”
He hurries to the back where he sees you both struggling to open the door. Suddenly, the power is cut off. You can’t see anything and now the guy's hand has left yours. Everyone yells and screams. Some screaming out of fear, some screaming out of excitement. It’s chaos, but after just 10 seconds, the flashing lights and music come back on.
Your makeout partner, however, is gone.
You look everywhere for the handsome blueberry, but he’s nowhere to be found.
“Shit.” You say quietly then head back to the dance floor to look for Mark and your friends.
Jaehyun owned the club so it didn’t take long for him to get what he wanted. Power off? Got it. Bathrooms closed? Done. Blue haired guys get kicked out for no reason? Absolutely.
You push your way through the crowd and bump into Jaehyun again. This time, the girl he was with earlier has an arm around his neck while dancing against his chest. He has a cigarette in his mouth, but gives you a sly smile when he sees you watching them.
She grinds on him but his eyes are focused on you. His dark eyes are hard to resist, boring holes into your skull and making your clothes feel even tighter than they were before. You swallow hard then turn away quickly and continue to look for Mark.
The night goes on and you continue to dance with your friends. It’s not until about 3 AM that everyone is ready to leave.
You wait for an UVER outside with a hammered Mark.
“Boss. That was..so..fun..” he slurs out.
“I’m glad you had a great time.” you laugh out as he rests his head on your shoulder.
30 minutes have passed and UVER drivers have either declined the ride or not shown up at all. “What the hell is going on?”
Other people had their designated drivers and were heading home already. The night air starts to feel extra chilly when you realize it’s just the two of you outside now.
“Busy night?..” a man says as he drives up to the front of the club.
You look into the car. “Yeah it seems like-“ your face drops.
“I can drop you guys off if you’d like.” Jaehyun continues.
You step back. “We’re good..thank you.”
“Please y/n..you’re on the way anyway.”
“I said we’re fine! Just leave us-“
Mark stumbles to the ground, falling face flat.
“Shit!” You yell out then try to pick him up.
Jaehyun hops out of the car to help you.
“The UVER should..ugh..be here in a few minutes.”
Jaehyun leans Mark against his car and looks at you with a serious, almost scary expression. “Are you lying to me?”
You roll your eyes. “Why are you talking to me like I’m a child? Just leave us alone.”
“I’ll wait until it gets here.”
“We don’t need you to do that”
“It’s my choice, I won’t go home until everyone else does.”
“Oh, are you pulling a Batman again?”
“Come on y/n, think about the surge rates..”
You look away and cross your arms.
“I was a dick, I know-“
“Was?” You raise an eyebrow.
“But let me make it up to you, I’ll drop you both off, he can get rest and you can get home safely..please.”
You look at your phone and sure enough UVER has boosted the price 5x.
You look at Mark then at Jaehyun. “Fine.”
He helps you put Mark in the car. He sleeps and lays on his side on the backseat.
You then sit in the passenger seat with your hands in your lap. A few minutes pass and Jaehyun can’t help it.
“How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
He nods.
“Did you like the nightclub?”
You don’t respond this time, you only look out of the window as he drives.
A few seconds pass and only Mark’s snoring fills the tense air.
“We worked hard on it, changed the tiles, redid the bar, and-“
“How are you always conveniently popping up?” You ask him angrily.
“You can’t just come to my club and not expect to see me, y/n..” he says smoothly.
You turn to him.
“My..club?”
He can’t contain his laughter “oh you had no idea huh?”
“You never told me you owned a nightclub..”
“I never told you much about my job, baby”
You shiver when he says “baby” in such a low tone.
You scoff. “Job..if that’s what you call it.” You roll your eyes and relax into the seat.
‘And that’s why it didn’t work’ is what you want to say, but you don’t.
“I also didn’t know you started smoking again.”
Jaehyun can’t help but smile. You’re worried about him, and it shows in how much attention you give him. You still care.
“I didn’t..just needed a little something tonight.”
“Good. I hate the smell.”
He looks at you to see if you realized your mistake.
“Does it matter anymore? I’m never near you..” He tilts his head.
“Oh…right.” You say quietly.
He clears his throat. “How have you been though? Is the business doing well?”
“I don’t want to talk, Jaehyun.”
And there it is. You shut him out again. Was what he did that bad? Yeah, he may have killed a person..two people..in front of you..twice, and yeah, he may have yelled and said awful things. But did it warrant this treatment from you? Well..yes. You’re too good for him, he needs to remember that. He swallows hard when he comes to the realization that he will never stop trying to get you back. Whether it takes 1 month, 5 years, or a decade, deep down, he will always want you.
He waits for a few minutes to pass then he tries again.
“Come on sweetheart, we can start over.” He grips the steering wheel tightly with one hand.
The slight airiness in his voice sends you back to the night you had with him. His sweaty skin against your body, his large hands gripping you tightly enough to wring you dry. All while he pants and leans into your ear to call you “sweetheart.”
You close your legs tightly and shake the memory away.
You chuckle. You can’t believe the audacity of this man.
“First of all don’t call me that…and it seems to me you’re already starting something with another girl.”
“Oh?..did that upset you?”
You turn to him. “Seeing a cold killer dance with someone? No..no I’m not upset at all, I feel bad for her.”
he glances at Mark to make sure he’s still sleeping. “A killer? Me?” He chuckles.
“He’s passed out, and even if he wasn’t I’d kill you if you laid a finger on him.”
“Oo a threat?, I’d like to see you try, I wonder if you’d start trembling again?”
“Oh fuck off.” You roll your eyes.
“What about that Johnny guy? What’s his deal?”
You bunch your brows. “Oh did that upset you?”
Jaehyun shakes his head and looks into the road sternly. “You guys just seem close, that’s all.”
“You think I’m sleeping with every customer I know on a first name basis now?”
“No-that’s not-“
“Yes, Jaehyun, you caught me. I’m fucking Johnny and other customers before and after work every day, happy?”
He turns to you, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes.
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” You turn back to him.
“Don’t get sarcastic with me.”
“Or what?”
Just then Mark snores loudly, so loud you jump in your seat. The two of you burst out into laughter.
The rest of the drive is silent. You both help Mark into his apartment, then Jaehyun drives you to yours.
He lets you out at the loop right in front of the building. “Do you want me to walk you up?”
You turn to him before stepping out of his car. “Since when do I need help to get to my apartment?. Goodbye Jaehyun.”
He takes your hand. “I..I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.” You withdraw it from his hold and walk away.
The night ends just like countless other nights have ended for him, he dreams about you, grasping the sheets on his bed, hoping to feel your skin just once. Eventually, he gives up and either works out or stands in front of his floor to ceiling windows with a cigarette in hand while watching the sun rise.
[Two Weeks Later]
Jaehyun holds your hand gently, helping you into the massive teacup you’re about to ride in together. It’s been a great day at Disney, and now with the sun setting, casting a warm glow onto your lover's face, you enjoy one last ride together.
The cups spin and spin, making you slide up and down the curved bench inside. Jaehyun giggles and reaches out for you to hold you close. You rest in his broad arms, time seems to stand still for a moment. You only feel the peace of the air in between you, the longing gazes, and the golden hue of the sky.
His smile fades into a frown. “I’m sorry sweetheart..”
Your brows bunch together. “Sorry? About what?”
You’re jolted awake by the sound of your vibrating phone.
“Damn it..” you rub your eyes before grabbing your phone. Another stupid dream about your stupid ex-wait, could you even call him that?
You yawn while scratching your head. “I really gotta stop doing that.” But you can’t control your dreams, they manifest from what your heart wants. Nonetheless, you unlock your phone to see what the notification is.
It’s a text
Banker: let’s meet to discuss a few things about your application.
You nod to yourself. “Perfect.”
You knew what the Banker meant when he said he wanted to meet up. In exchange for him tweaking a few things on your loan application, you’ll satisfy his..specific needs. Will this be your proudest moment? Probably not, but you need to do what you need to do.
You swallow hard. Jaehyun’s face of disappointment enters your mind.
“Ugh…” you lay back down in bed. He did have a point. Why should you sell yourself when someone you actually like is willing to give you money for just existing?
Then you remind yourself. Where is that money coming from? It’s blood money, and you want nothing to do with it.
And sure, he’d be disappointed, but what does that change? At the end of the day you still have a stack of bills that are starting to tilt like the tower of Pisa on your dining table.
“Wait..what he thinks doesn’t matter.” You sit back up in bed and laugh to yourself.
You: Okay
[The Next Day]
Jaehyun pours the milk over his cereal before exhaling loudly. He still regrets how he acted with you, he misses you more than anything, but what can he do to fix everything? The truth is he knows he’ll have to let you go, you deserve better anyway. You deserve peace and a partner that can help you run your business. A partner that will bake with you then go over your finances together.
Jaehyun sits down while imagining what he thinks is the life you deserve. You and your partner could eventually offer catering and delivery services for your bakery, you could hire more people so you wouldn’t have to work so hard. And then you’d have time for kids-
Kids..
Jaehyun’s smiles fondly. “She’d be a good mom…”
All of this can and will happen..just not with him. He needs to let you go, for the thought of you being with someone else is just too hurtful. The time is now, he needs to change now. And the first step is deleting the tracker app.
He unlocks his phone and opens the app for the last time. “She’s probably at the bakery right now..”
But no…you’re not at the bakery. You’re in a random parking lot.
He chews slowly and stares with a puzzled expression.
Any plans that you made would likely be in your text or map history, so he decides to take a look at your recent texts.
He puts his spoon down, standing straight up as what he sees shocks him to his core.
“The fucking banker.”
Jaehyun grabs his jacket and runs out.
He’s furious especially since you already tried doing it this way and he stopped it. How could you do this to him? How could you do this to yourself? He speeds to your location.
Meanwhile, you and the banker sit in his car in the middle of a relatively empty parking lot. You sit nervously in the passenger seat.
The banker tells you that he went over your profile and application, and he’d be happy to approve your loan with the minimum interest.
You’re ecstatic and relieved. “Oh my god…that’s amazing, thank you!”
The 50-something year old looks into your eyes and nods. “I made it work for you.”
“I appreciate that..”
He leans forward and stares at your lips. “You are so beautiful, I had to do something to help.”
You take a deep breath and try to accept what’s happening, but you can’t bring yourself to meet him halfway.
He opens his eyes. “Oh..is this too much? I’m sorry, I-“
“Oh no..it’s fine..but I’m..not ready yet..”
He looks defeated, and sits back in his seat.
The guilt starts to rip through you, he isn’t pushy or aggressive. He genuinely is helpful, but the attraction just isn’t there.
You break the silence. “I’d rather let you touch me.”
You’re quiet and shy, a stark contrast to how you are with Jaehyun because deep down, you don’t really want it.
“Oh..really?”
You nod.
He leans forward, biting his bottom lip as he reaches out. He caresses the warm skin of your neck before moving his hand further down to your shoulder.
You swallow hard as the man pushes your strap off your shoulder slowly, then drags his thumb over your bra.
“Is this okay?” He asks. You nod, desperate to have him finish quickly so you can go home and relax. He puts his other hand into his pants.
Yes, finally-just get it over with and-
*crash*
The driver window suddenly shatters as someone punches through it.
You scream as you watch the masked man covered in black attire from head-to-toe punch the banker through the window in seconds. There’s glass everywhere, on the floor, in your lap, and all over the banker’s clothing and hair.
He then grabs him by the collar and drags him out of the car through the space created by the broken window.
The banker screams, but the man holds the banker up by the collar and chokes him until he loses consciousness. Your mouth falls open, he may just kill the banker.
“Stop! Please! He didn’t do anything! We were just-“
The man lets the banker’s limp body drop to the floor. You sit in silence as you watch him look down on his body for a few seconds. Then, a chill attacks your spine. He lifts his head and his focus slowly shifts to your face.
Your eyes widen. The panic sets in and you jump out of the car, running away from the masked man.
He runs after you at an alarming speed. His steps triple that of yours. You can’t out run him. He grabs you by the waist and swings you around.
You flail in his arms. “Please!! Please don’t hurt me!”
He doesn’t say anything, he simply throws you over his shoulder and takes you to his black van. You sob and beg him to let you go.
He only turns back around and walks to the banker. He takes his wallet and watch then walks back to you while shoving them in his pocket. Through the small slit over his eyes you can see a menacing darkness. You have no idea what his intentions are, but you don’t think they’re good. You look around you to see rope, tape, bags of cement, bricks, and a shovel. You start hyperventilating and scurry to the corner of the van to get away from him, but he still gets closer and closer to you.
“Hands behind you.” The man says through a voice changing box. You do as he says and place your arms behind you. He easily spins you around and ties you up with rope. He then spins you back and stares into your eyes.
“Please..let me go..I don’t even know him that well..if he owes you, just take it out on him..”
The man doesn’t say anything, he looks at your exposed shoulder and drooping bra cup now resting slightly above your nipple. He reaches over, a flinch escaping you as a result.
He keeps moving his hand until he grabs the strap and fixes your dress over your bra again. His icy fingers graze your skin.
You swallow hard and start to relax just a bit. “Th-thank you.”
He leaves the back of the van, slamming the door shut before jumping into the driver’s seat.
In a few hours, the banker is hit with the worst headache of his life. He stands up slowly and looks at his broken window. Then, it all starts to come back to him. He sighs. He doesn’t have his wallet or watch, but he’s more than happy to be alive. He heads home like nothing happened. He’s pretty sure you were kidnapped, but what could he do? He can’t tell any one of what happened or call the police because technically he isn’t supposed to be meeting with clients, especially not in sketchy areas like that.
Telling the truth would only make things harder for him. He shrugs his shoulders and turns the radio up.
Once in a secluded area, the man parks and opens the van door.
“Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this I-“
He takes his mask off and you gasp.
“Y-you..you fucking bastard.”
Jaehyun doesn’t respond, he unties you and with the van door still open, you dash out of the van and run.
Finally, you’re free. Just keep running and then-
You come to an abrupt halt when you realize you’re at the edge of a cliff.
“Shit.” Your eyes widen.
“Help!!! Help me!!!” You yell but the echo only comes back to you.
“No one can hear you scream out here, sweetheart.” Jaehyun says as he walks towards you at a leisurely pace.
You walk back to him angrily. He smirks slightly.
You slap him hard. “Take me home now! I can’t believe you fucking kidnapped me!” His face swings to the left, and he steps back in surprise. He looks back at you with narrow eyes as he clenches his jaw.
“Saved you. And no, not until you explain what the hell you were doing with that creep.”
“Oh my god…I don’t even know if he’s okay..did you kill him?” Your hands grip your head.
“No, he’ll just be out for a little while.”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“I could’ve done worse if I wanted to, you already know that.” He steps closer to you. His eyes darken, and that scary, murderous glint in them starts to show through.
“Now..explain what you were doing…or I WILL go back and kill him so there’s no chance of it happening again.”
“You’re crazy! I don’t owe you an explanation! You mean nothing to me!” You say too fast without realizing that it was a lie and mistake.
Jaehyun is shocked, but he chuckles, tilting his head to the side in a sort of ‘well, well, well’ manner.
Is this what he needs to hear to finally let you go?
“I-“ you sigh and your voice lowers slightly. “You know what I mean, Jaehyun. We aren’t married, we aren’t dating, we’re not even friends. Why should I explain my personal life to you?”
“So what? I’m supposed to act like I don’t fucking care?”
Your eyes widen as you walk towards him again with frantically moving hands. “Yes! Yes exactly! Because one second you do care and the next you don’t, it’s driving me crazy! What is it that you want?!”
“You already know that answer.” He tilts his head.
“God, Jaehyun. I’m done with your games.” You wave him off and turn away.
“You didn’t want it, y/n. I saved you.”
You flick your head back to him. “Well, Batman, guess what? I was so close to getting what I needed! But of course, you make it about yourself.” You put your hands on your hips and look back out at the cliff. “Plus, you scared the shit out of me!”
“And I’m sorry about that, but it was necessary.”
You scoff. “Necessary? You always do what you think is necessary without considering how it might affect me…”
“It’s what’s best for you, y/n.”
You close your eyes tightly. “Oh my God, you’re impossible.”
After a few seconds of silence, you pretend to walk by him, but quickly grab his pocket knife from his front pocket. He spins around when he notices, but you press it into his neck quickly.
He chuckles before tilting his mouth into a devious smile. “You never told me you were a spy..” he says sarcastically after seeing you move with such precision.
Truth was, after nearly getting pick pocketed, and possibly worse, on the night he saved you, you took up self-defense classes.
“I’m not playing around, Jaehyun. Take me home.” You press the blade in slightly.
He’s surprised, but he knows you won’t actually hurt him. “Come on y/n..this isn’t you.”
He has to admit that seeing you like this did turn him on slightly. He feels a twitch in his pants as he imagines you holding the knife to his neck, riding him while you cry his name out to the heavens. Then he’d grab it from you and flip you over so he could pound into you from behind, holding the knife to your neck as he smashes his hips into you. You’d be the prettiest broken thing by the time he’s done with you.
“I’m different now, I’ve seen the things you do, I want nothing to do with you.” You were lying, you still love him. You dream about him nearly every night and your heart races when you think of him, even as you try to remember how cruel he is.
He steps forward, forcing you to walk backwards to the van, still looking into your wide eyes.
“W-what are you doing? Stop moving!” You blink rapidly.
“Do it, sweetheart, kill me, if I mean nothing to you…do it.” He smiles.
As turned on as he is right now, he knows that you are heartbroken because of him and now is his chance to be completely honest about his adoration of you. He needed to fix things fast. If you wanted to leave him after this, you should at least know how he feels first.
With the knife still pressed against him, he leans down closer to you.
“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry. But I miss you..” he searches your panicking eyes before continuing. “I need you, I can’t go five minutes without wishing you were near me. You’re the only person I’ve truly..felt something with and I panicked, I don’t know what to do, I’ve never…”
You swallow hard, but don’t lift the knife away. Not yet. You need to hear more.
He pauses and looks away. “I don’t know. I don’t deserve you, I know that. But I’m a greedy bastard, I want you anyway.” His eyes float downward to your lips. Despite trembling like he expected you to, you don’t remove the knife.
“You can kill me if you’d like, that will be the only way for my mind and body to rest without you..” He continues to close the distance between you. “..but before you do, just kiss me one last time.”
Your mouth falls open. You’re stunned, still searching his eyes for a sign that he may be joking, but of course, no sign is there. The stone cold man with menacing tattoos just revealed how madly in love he is with you and you can’t do anything but stare in shock.
Your mind is telling you to run, to grab the keys, start the van, and drive home. But your heart..your body..your soul..you can’t leave him.
You stumble and fall into the van. The knife drops out of your hand and Jaehyun leans forward, caging you in between his arms as you lay down. You breathe heavily and stare at each other’s lips.
He wants to taste them so badly, but he waits for you. It could take all night, but he’d wait for you. Just one, that’s all he asks for before this is all over.
And after waiting for a painfully long amount of time, you hold his face with your hand and kiss him. Your heads turn and your tongues explore each other.
He crawls over you, holding himself up with one arm while the other hooks itself under your leg and pushes your knee to your chest. Frantic and steamy breaths cover your bodies.
You lean forward on your elbows, starting to zip your dress down from the back, but he stops you. He picks his pocket knife up and cuts through it easily, causing an embarrassing moan to escape you. You help him take his shirt off too. The look on his face is one of pure hunger and it’s hot.
“I hate you so much.” You say softly then reach for his face again. You kiss harder, so hard your teeth clink against his.
He leans back to get air after a few seconds then pants as he looks down at your body in a gorgeous lilac lingerie set. “You were really about to let that loser see you in this?” He tilts head while carefully dragging the knife against your bare skin.
You take in a sharp breath as goosebumps raise across it. Answer incorrectly and you could just become a kebab right then and there. But part of you wants to push him
You nod. “If you don’t love me right, I may still let him see it after this .”
His eyes narrow as his tone deepens. “Don’t..push it.”
“Don’t disappoint me..” you hold his face in one hand while looking into his eyes, easily maneuvering your way to his thick hair. He blushes then begins to kiss you as your hands run through this locs. He groans at the feeling of your fingertips on his scalp.
You giggle. “Are you blushing?”
“No..” he groans against your chest, ignoring the way his face feels like it is on absolute fire.
“Liar.” You smile and massage his scalp with your fingers. You unhook your bra and throw it to the side.
He caresses your breasts while kissing you then grabs your legs by the crook of your knees and fixes himself between them.
“I want you too, Jaehyun..I’ve never felt this way either..but I can’t take you hurting me anymore.” You whisper. “Promise me you won’t hurt me again.”
He kisses your neck. “I promise..to love you and care for you for as long as you’ll let me, y/n.”
He leans back and takes in the sight once more. You look up at him, staring at his defined abs, impressive chest and rock hard biceps. You should’ve recognized him as the masked man from the beginning. Only he could confidently swing you around like you weigh nothing. He drags the cold tip of the knife along your thigh and then hip. You shiver at the feeling, he loves to see your chest rising and falling.
He uses the knife to tug the fabric covering your pussy. You gasp as you feel the cold object being so close to you.
Then with a quick swipe he cuts through the left strap of your underwear that hugs your hips. “Jaehyun! I love this set! What are you-“
He cuts the other side.
You draw in a sharp breath. “Damn it.”
“Now..no one else will have seen it but me.” He lightly drags the dull side of the knife along your cloth-covered slit to see goosebumps a little bit longer the second time. When he finally cuts the other side, he removes the wet fabric to see your flower dripping and aching for him. He licks his lips and breathes heavily. He feels he might go crazy if he doesn’t fuck you right away.
He leans down to kiss you again.
His fingers find your folds, collecting the essence. You whimper into his mouth, feeling his digits enter you slowly, stretching you out to prepare for him.
He pulls away to speak softly against your lips. “Are you going to listen to me? Are you going to obey me like a good girl?”
And in the golden hue of the setting sun, he is magnificent. You can’t help but moan and nod. You’ll say yes to anything at this point, he could tell you to walk 100 miles with him in the rain or snow and you’d agree to it.
Your eyes roll back, you shut them and bite your lip as he works his fingers, your hips rocking against his palm.
He leans back and grabs your chin with his other hand. He looks into your eyes with a dark, lustful gaze like he can’t wait to tear you apart. “Speak.”
“Yes…I’ll do whatever you say.” Your eyes round as you look up at him, feeling beautiful in (half of) your special set.
The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “Perfect.” He pushes his pants down in one quick motion.
“Can you close the van door?” You ask innocently, trying not to look down at his long dick, tip red and swollen with pre cum leaking. He strokes it slowly, watching as you swallow hard.
And if he had time, he’d torture you by forcing you to watch him pleasure himself before decorating your belly with all that he’s saved up for you.
He’d lick it up, then kiss you so you could taste it too. He’d lick along your opening until you beg for him to stop, then he’d be hard again and start all over. All while not letting you feel his dick.
You’d be unsatisfied like he’s been all these painful weeks without you. The desperate pleading and whiny noises that would escape you would get him there quickly too. Fortunately for you, your pussy feels so good around his fingers, he knows he’d be a fool not to paint your insides tonight.
He looks back at the quiet woods surrounding the van, no one is there, but the thought of someone actually peaking from behind a tree to watch and listen to him fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess makes it hotter. They can see how good he, only himself, can make you feel. They can grow envious of how well you take him, all while not being able to do a damn thing about it.
Of course, he’s being dramatic. No one is there. But it doesn’t mean he won’t put on a show.
He smirks when he turns back to you.
“Why? Scared someone will see you being a complete slut for me? Scared someone will hear you?”
You shake your head. “N-no, it’s just-”
He enters you quickly, pushing in so deep your body can’t help but clench in an effort to push out the penetrative object. You hold back a loud scream as he takes you suddenly.
You arch your back.
“Fuck..nno..I..” you press your hands against his chest.
“Hmmm what was that?” He pulls out then pushes in again. You feel every ridge, every vein. Even after all this time, you still have each and every inch memorized. It’s like he owns you. Like he’s made you into his own personal fuck toy.
He grabs your waist with both hands and pulls out then pushes all the way back in like he’s trying to beat some world record for deepest penetration.
He goes even deeper than before, knocking the wind out of your chest.
This time, you can’t hold back, you scream loudly and grab his shoulders with both hands. “Jaehyun! I can’t-!”
He chuckles then places both ankles on his shoulders. He places his hand on your stomach. “Relax, my love, have you forgotten how I feel?”
He pulls out completely then pushes in again. He clicks his tongues. “Shame..now this will take more time.”
He stays in and rubs his hand along your stomach while you pant.
You push his pelvis away as your head falls back. “Too much!”
“Nothing is too..” he thrusts. “Much..” he thrusts harder then pulls out. “For..” he thrusts hard enough to shake the entire van.
“You..” he pulls out then pushes completely in again, ruthlessly fucking you to fit him. “I know my good girl can handle it.”
You whine and shake your head. “Jaehyun! Ahhh..I ca-..” he shuts you up with a kiss, licking over your bottom lip and swallowing your tongue as you cry. Your nails dig tiny craters into his back while he drives you insane.
He pulls away and kisses your jaw. “So..tight, my love.” He starts to suck your neck hard.
You feel his hands grip you tightly to hold you still. Tears fall from the sides of your eyes after feeling so stuffed you might break.
But within a few minutes, you’re meeting him halfway, swaying your hips slightly to get him to hit that spot. You can’t stop mewling and telling him how good it feels. Your head falls back, your mouth falls open. He controls your body with every movement he makes, fulfilling every filthy desire you’ve had for him these last few days. How could you ever hope to be satisfied by anyone else? You want to praise him, you need to praise him. And so you do, chanting his name over and over in between faint and breathy yes’.
“See? You take me so well.” He watches your boobs move up and down with each thrust and even in this dull van, you are vibrant. Your beauty is that of angels that only grace this earth for minutes at a time before returning to heaven. He’s never seen anything like it.
He loves everything about you, from the curve of your top lip to your warm thighs, he can’t get enough.
“My pretty girl..” he runs his hand down the center of your chest as one hand holds your waist. His hand goes all the way down, just to hover over your clit.
You look down and moan, but quickly swallow it as it’d be embarrassingly loud.
He only laughs while rubbing circles onto your clit. “Cum for me, baby..I can feel you holding it in. Remember, no one can hear you out here.”
He moves in and out more easily as your slick coats him. He leans forward, biting a nipple while his fingertips massage your clit. “Come on..give it to me, sweetheart, I missed you.”
And so you do. You shake and hold his arms for stability, crying out his name amongst swear words only nature can hear. “Good girl…” he teasingly flicks his tongue against your nipple while staying inside you.
Your hand caresses his scalp as you start to come down. You breathe heavily, quickly building sweat on your body.
He leans back and pulls out slowly, staring down at your entrance that leaks all over the floor of the van.
“Give me another one sweetheart, you’re so pretty like this.”
You shake your head. “I’m sensitive..I just need-.” But it’s too late, he’s already slid his slender fingers back into you, brushing against your walls so he can coat them with his own slick. “Wait!”
Your fingernails find his back and scratch into him again as he moves faster. “S-slow…please.”
“You said you’d follow my orders..” he pulls out completely, then pushes his fingers into you. He lays on his side while you still lay on your back, trying to regain your composure.
He watches as your eyes and legs close tightly.
“Let me see my pretty girl..” He swats your legs apart then rubs your clit mercilessly with his other hand.
“Hnn..not yet, please..” you gasp as you feel the pressure of his fingertips.
“That’s it, right?” He says as he finds your sweet spot. He kisses your lips, swallowing your whimpers. You start to melt.
You can’t take it anymore, you yell his name out into the night and grab his wrist as you climax again. He chuckles, then removes your hand so he can keep moving. A puddle builds under you as your entire body loses all sense of control. “Good girl..look at the mess you’re making.”
You pant and your mouth falls open.
He places his fingers into it. “Taste yourself.”
You lick around his fingers but his other hand still circles around your clit at a fast pace. Your eyes widen. “Don’t look so shocked.” He gives a sly smile.
You squirm in his arms, picking your body up from the floor, but his toned body won’t let you escape.
“It’s what you want..what you need.” He turns you on your side and hugs you tightly from behind. You reach out for the back of the driver seat to try to pull yourself away from him, but your fingertips just brush the black leather.
Jaehyun chuckles.
“Where are you going? You have to give me more..” he holds you tightly against him, entering you once more.
“No more, please!” you push against his hips, but there’s no use. He continues to hold onto you and make you mush.
He moves repeatedly as you reach out for anything to grab, but only finding the cold metal of the van.
“Jaehyun!” Your head falls back. You shut your eyes tightly, feeling that ache in the pit of your stomach grow stronger. You have no choice but to accept that he won’t let you go. He stimulates you so well, you wonder how you can cry out for release, but desire more at the same time.
“Imagine someone IS out there..imagine they’re watching us and touching themselves right now..you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he whispers into your ear.
Unfortunately, your pussy betrays you by clenching at the possibility.
He chuckles lowly and it makes goosebumps raise. “That’s my girl..you like people watching you take my seed…it’s gonna be so deep inside, and you’re gonna show them how well you hold it in for me like a good girl, right?”
All you can do is whimper.
He chuckles when seeing how mesmerized you are by him. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out.
“What if I keep you here? Breed you over and over?” He places his hand on your stomach again. “You’d be even prettier with a swollen belly and big, full tits. What do you say?“
You moan loudly and tremble.
Everything he says pushes you closer, you can’t think straight, you want to feel him everywhere. He’s all you can think about.
“Sweetheart? I need an answer.” He nips the back of your neck.
“Yes..yes!”
You quiver around him. His steamy breath hits the back of your ear while he bends over you.
“Yes that’s it, this pretty pussy wants more and more..it’s never satisfied.” His low voice ruins you.
You clench uncontrollably and cum again, this time you lose your breath and nearly pass out. You’re so weak, all you can focus on is steadying your body.
He turns you over onto your stomach, grabbing your ass before staring at your dripping and swollen entrance.
He slides his dick in between the slit to tease both himself and you, watching as you flinch from the sensation. “You’re so wet today, maybe I’ll fuck you in public more often.”
His hands grip your waist once more, pulling you back onto his cock.
He pushes into you slowly this time. His arms wrap tightly around your chest as if he is afraid you’ll slip away at any moment. His fingers pinch your nipples as he groans.
“You smell so good..” his face rests on the back of your neck, he kisses it and breathes heavily.
You moan as he moves slowly against your aching walls.
“Are you ready to take it all?”
You nod and whimper. “Yes.” There’s no point in telling him you’re still reeling from your last climax and are too sensitive for the next one. He needs you now and he won’t stop for anything.
“Say it.”
“I..l” you close your eyes tightly.
“Come on sweetheart, look at me.” He places a hand to your chin to turn your head towards his. You look over your shoulder and into the eyes of the dark haired man bringing you to the edge with deliciously long strokes. He’s beautiful, a work of art even.
With your eyes locked you lick your lips. “Make me yours…I need you..”
Jaehyun’s movement stutters. He holds himself back from cumming just from your words and glossy eyes alone. He can’t believe this is real, he can’t believe he isn’t dreaming of making love to you right now and is actually doing it.
He kisses you and groans into your mouth, while your fingers still intertwine with his hair. His grip on your hip tightens and he moves faster.
“I need you too, my love..so badly.. keep me in”
“Yes..yes!” You arch your back again. You can’t believe yourself right now. Thirty minutes ago you wanted to kill this man, and yet, here you are allowing him to fuck your brains out and make you so stupid you can only think about being full enough to bear children for him.
His fingers move to your clit again and you see stars, your body tenses and you can’t stop clenching around him.
You feel his abs flex on your back. “You can handle it right? Please..please tell me you can.” He speaks right over your round lips, and his voice is higher now. You gasp at the sound of his suddenly desperate and breathy pleas.
“God yes! I can! I’m your good girl..” you cry out. He feels so good, you can’t take it. You know you sound pathetic, but it doesn’t matter. The idea of being fucked until you’re leaking for days is so hot to you, it’s nothing but embarrassing.
“Tell me..you love me..tell me…please.” His voice cracks slightly in between his groans.
You look into his glossy eyes, searching them for a light that will tell you how he truly feels. You hesitate to tell him the truth. Not for fear that it will break his heart, but that it will break yours.
You love him, however, it’s never enough to make him stay.
“I love you..”
“Again..” he pants.
“I love..you.”
“Again..”
“I love you, Jaehyun.” You whimper.
“Again, sweetheart..” he moves faster, feeling dizzy with how tightly you hold him.
“Jaehyun..please..I love you..Jaehyun.”
His fingertips dig into your skin. “One more.” He could listen to you chant his name in between “I love you’s” all day and night.
“I love you so much..I need you.” You let out as your body grows weaker.
“Yes, that’s it..I’m here for you, my love..take it.” He releases deep inside you, moving slowly to ensure you have every drop. He holds you fast against him until he’s sure your skin will be sore for a few days.
You moan loudly, convulsing around him before your body collapses.
“Fuck...” he lets out breathlessly when he pulls out. He lays down beside you and hugs you from behind for a few minutes.
“I’m sorry..”
You brace yourself, you can’t believe he’s doing this again. “..for what?”
“For ruining your beautiful set..I’ll get you another one.”
You breathe a sigh of relief and smile.
You both get up and try to get dressed with what’s left.
Jaehyun takes his shirt up and drapes it over you. You tie the remnants of your dress around your hips to turn it into a skirt. You then get into the passenger seat as he gets into the driver seat, and head home.
When you’re halfway there, you notice Jaehyun doesn’t head in the direction of your place. “Wait..where-“
“I’m taking you home.” He drives with one hand on the steering wheel.
“Home?” You smile to yourself, hoping he doesn’t look over to see how excited you are.
Once at his ridiculously large apartment, he runs a bath for you and cleans you thoroughly. You relax in the tub after he places epsom beads into the hot water to soothe your aching body. You close your eyes and feel him gently pour water over your back. It’s quiet. You’re too hoarse to speak, meanwhile Jaehyun is too nervous to say the first word.
Jaehyun thinks about how much he loves you as never in his life has he pleaded for anything and especially not during sex. He doesn’t know how you do it, but you’ve got a hold on him unlike anything else. After several minutes, he speaks up.
He sits on the edge of the tub. “If you can give me another chance, I promise not to mess it up. I need you.”
You look into his eyes. “..you scare me.”
He stops moving. “I’m sorry.”
“You change your mind and act differently every day, and with no regard for other people. You have to let me know what you want.”
He leans down and kisses you deeply. When he pulls away he kisses your forehead. “Does that answer it?”
You smile softly and nod.
He then lays you in his bed and after he showers, you fall asleep as he rubs your back and looks onto your soft face.
The truth is, you scare him too. These feelings are all too new to him. He used to live without care for anyone, even himself. Risking his life daily, for he did not care what would happen to him. But now..now he has someone to care for..someone to live for. You are someone he wants to be better for and the power you hold over him for this reason is scary. He felt this longing and care for you even before you let him touch you. Just being your friend was something he was grateful for, but now that you returned his feelings, he truly felt the magnitude of his desire for you.
The next morning, you’re happy to see you’re still in Jaehyun’s arms.
He’s happy to feel you next to him in reality, he doesn’t have to dream about it for once.
[The Next Night]
Johnny loosens his tie as he watches his neighbor pull into his driveway. He sits in his car before heading into his house, sighing while looking out into the night sky. One day, just one day, he’d like to be able to leave work on time. Overtime is his least favorite thing in the world—just in front of gang leaders of course. They make his job incredibly difficult. As the lead detective in his unit, he always has to pick up where the officers slack off at. To make matters worse, he went to his favorite spot for lunch, but the owner wasn’t there for once. He just hopes she’s okay. Maybe she’s getting some well deserved rest finally, he thinks to himself. Although, he finds it odd that you did promise to let him try out a new recipe for an Italian inspired bread. You were so excited when you spoke to him about it two days ago, and yet, you didn’t show.
“And the final touch is oregano! I’m so excited about it, you have to try it on Thursday for me! I trust your opinion.” You said with a wide smile as you sat with him.
“Cute.” He thought to himself as he watched your eyes crinkle.
Suddenly, something catches Johnny’s eye. His neighbor’s front driver window is broken or rather-crumbling apart as he drives in.
He leaves his car and walks over to him.
“What happened?” Johnny’s brows furrow.
His neighbor jumps, startled by the deep voice just behind (and above) his head.
“Oh! UHhh hmmm..well..I work at a bank you know..sometimes people uhhh think I take money home with me haha!” The banker laughs loudly.
Johnny stands there with a stern expression. He doesn’t find it funny.
The banker then clears his throat. “Yeah umm someone broke into it..”
“Did you see them?”
“..kinda.” He shrugs
“Oh that’s terrible..come by tomorrow to submit an official re-“
“No!” The banker raises his voice suddenly, shocking Johnny into stillness.
“I mean..it’s all good, it’s not necessary. I was out on unofficial business anyway!”
Johnny continues. “Are you sure?”
“Yup! I have insurance too so it’ll be fixed within 24 hours! You have a good night!” He waves and starts to walk away.
Johnny watches and wonders why he’d be so nonchalant about the entire thing.
“Quick question..” he calls out and the banker turns hesitantly.
“What did they look like? I’d like to at least know that in case they continue to rob others in the city.”
“Of course! Although..I can’t describe him well..”
“It was a man?”
“Yes..that much I know.. a relatively tall man..he wore all black..a thick black turtleneck and black mask so I couldn’t see anything..”
“What did he use to break into your car?”
The banker chuckles. “You’re not gonna believe this but..he used his fist.”
Johnny’s eyes grow. What kinda maniac breaks through glass like that?
“Anyway! Goodnight!” The banker runs off into his house.
[Two Days Later]
You head back into work like normal, returning after receiving calls from a numerous amount of people asking where you were. It’s unlike you to be missing from your bakery for so long.
Truth is, you and Jaehyun spent A LOT of time together. Each time you tried to recover from your..sessions..Jaehyun would start all over again. It’s clear to see he missed you dearly. Luckily, you knew he didn’t just miss your body. He missed laughing with you too. You watched movies together and he even cooked for you. You couldn’t be happier to be in an official relationship with him.
“I’ll see you later.” You kiss his cheek and pull away. The two of you were leaning against his car, unconcerned about whoever saw you flirting with each other for 15 minutes.
Johnny watches from inside the bakery, sitting at the counter and sipping his coffee.
He looks at Jaehyun who wears a simple black T-shirt and jeans. The tall man looked good, but not as good as he’d look without all those ridiculous drawings in his body. He chuckles, is that jealousy he feels? He could end all of this by just arresting Jaehyun. You’d be safe, he’d be put behind bars finally.. Johnny knows what Jaehyun does, however he doesn’t have enough evidence to put him away for a long time. Jaehyun kept things clean.
What are you doing with him? With a dangerous man that has tattoos covering his neck and arms?
“..covering his neck..” Johnny looks at the counter as he thinks to himself
a thick black turtleneck…
He remembers the banker's description. Who wears a thick black turtleneck in June? Normally, robbers wore a hoodie or thin sweatshirt
His eyes float back up to Jaehyun.
Jaehyun pulls you back for one final kiss and that’s when Johnny sees it.
A bruised right hand with little cuts along his knuckles.
Johnny’s eyes widen, but he quickly becomes calm when you walk in with a wide smile. “Hi! How are you?” You say with a grin.
You’re glowing, and Johnny feels that jealousy tinge in his chest again.
He takes a moment to respond. You put your bags down in the back then come back out while putting your apron on.
“Johnny? Everything okay?”
“Oh! Yes..yes of course…I see you took some time off.”
You smile brightly. “Yes! I needed a little break. I’m glad Mark was able to keep the place in one piece.” You laugh as you look around the somewhat clean bakery.
“Where did you go?”
“Oh..I was here..I mean, in the city..I just spent some time with my..boyfriend.” You smile even harder and giggle to yourself.
He forces a smile. “That’s nice to hear, y/n. I’m glad you’re back.”
“Thanks, Johnny!” You start to load the display with freshly baked cookies and cupcakes as Johnny gets back to drinking his coffee.
If you knew the kind of person Jaehyun was..why would you decide to date him? Jaehyun had to have been hiding his identity from you, Johnny thinks to himself.
And robbing a banker? That’s a low, petty crime for Jaehyun. Why would he do something like that himself? Surely, he’d have one of his minions do it? There were many questions on Johnny’s mind as he sipped quietly. He knows he has to find the answers quickly so he can free you from the deadly man that is Jaehyun.
The first thing Jaehyun noticed after rehearsal was the lack of message from you. Usually you'd text him after your day at work, something as simple as "on my way home" makes him smile. It's the thought that even though the two of you are apart, he's still a part of your day whenever you take your time to update him.
Your lives are the complete opposite. You live a very mundane life, probable the thing that makes your life so different is the fact that you're dating an idol. That idol being Jeong Jaehyun. THE Jeong Jaehyun.
Your love story started out way before his fame. It's funny to think that this man who looks like he was carved by the Gods and can only exists in your favorite fictional book happen to harbor a secret crush on you during your school days. It took a lot of time and courage for Jaehyun to approach you and confess his feelings but he's glad he did.
Now years later he's still in love with the same woman he fell in love with all those years ago.
If Jaehyun gives 110% to his idol career, he gives his 200% to you. You are the very reason he keeps going, the inspiration behind his craft.
And you, well safe to say you're his number 2 fan. You say that because you know his mom is the number one, and probably the only one you're willing to yield that position to.
Dating an idol of course you know all the precautions. The two of you never go out on broad daylight together, your dates mainly happen after a very long day at work. Or indoors. You love to cook, you love it even more when you're cooking with him.
Today was a particularly long day for Jaehyun, he had a fansign event then had a few hours of recording then rehearsals. He just wanted to go home to you.
Finally a little after midnight they called it a day, bidding a quick goodbye to his members before going to the car. All of them know about your relationship, even his managers and the company. You are Jaehyun's 'non-negotiable' as Jungwoo would tease the both of you.
He will always do his best at being an idol, he loves this job. But if he's being honest, he loves you more.
When he got to your apartment, the another thing he noticed was all the lights were off. Usually you'd be in the living room or in the kitchen. But then again it's past midnight so you're probably already sleeping.
He puts his bag down by the door before going to the kitchen to get some water before making his way to the bedroom. A light from the room across catches his attention though, the door slightly opened making his curiosity peak.
Jaehyun was surprised to see you still awake, sporting a very tired look. But in his eyes, you look beautiful.
"Hey, why are you still awake?" he asks, pushing the door wider catching your attention
It looked like you weren't expecting him to be here tonight, "Just working on something"
"Busy day at work? You didn't text me today" he tells you, still standing by the door way.
You rub the sleep off of your eyes, you are tired and it's been a very very long day. You're so stressed at work but the cherry on top was a picture you saw online.
Now most of the time you wouldn't let a silly tweet ruin your day. You're dating Jaehyun, you had to get used to the dating rumors and miliions of girls and guy simping over your boyfriend. All of that is background noise to you.
But some days it's a bit harder to ignore. Like today.
You saw a polaroid picture of him with a fan, it was from a fansign event. It looked cute and yes it did annoy you.
That annoyance brewed over the hours and now you're in a sour mood. You didn't even remember to text him when you went home today.
You're not sure who you're mad at, Jaehyun? for being so boyfriend material. The company? for making them do events like this or the fan? who just wanted to express their love for their idol.
Maybe you're annoyed at yourself for feeling this way.
At this rate you're at war with yourself.
"Love, you okay?" Jaehyun whispers, sauntering over to you. He cups your cheek in his hand, caressing your face so gently like he's afraid you might break right in front of him
"Just a long day"
"Talk to me, you know I'll listen"
He searches your eyes for answer, trying to figure out his favorite puzzle that is you. Even though it's been years since the two of you started dating, he loves learning more about you. What makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what makes you smile, what's your favorite food or color or time of the day.
You look straight into his eyes, searching also for something you will never find there. Indifference. All you can see is adoration and love and care that this man has for you.
Now you feel mad at yourself for doubting him for even a second.
"Now you're pouting. Talk to me, babygirl" he chuckles
"I just... There's this picture I saw online, of you and a fan. This polaroid event thing you got going on" you start to explain and immediately he smiles.
Now he knows why you're in a sour mood, it's adorable whenever you get jealous really because to Jaehyun even though he can have an arena, a stadium even, full of women screaming his name, he only ever want you.
"I don't know. It's stupid but it annoyed me and now my day's even worse-"
He cuts you off by leaning down to put his lips against your, effectively shushing you. It's a smart way, his favorite way, to cut your cute rants.
Jaehyun kisses you like he's telling you vows, but without words and only his lips and tongue. He kisses you like he's saying all the things you wanted to hear, assuring you, washing all your worries away. He kisses you until you're short of breath and a blushing mess.
When the two of you separate, he kisses you on both cheeks then the tip of your nose then on your forehead before he pulls you up from your seat.
"They can have the polariod pictures, you got the premium here" he tells you with a cheeky smile
"Oh yea, what's that?"
"Well to tell you Miss, you just won your self cuddles for tonight and the rest of your nights. And you got me, forever" he smiles, pulling you in his arms
photocopying lab activity packets is banal and boring but hendery is there to keep you company
tags: fluff, hendery×fem!reader, outgoing!hendery×reserved!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn except we've skipped to the last chapter in the tome, uni life
warnings: slight angst; teeny, tiny, blink-and-you'll-miss-it mention of politics and alpha male behavior; brief mentions of the dreaded assigned seating; a smidge of Princess Bride; a tad too esoteric discussion about pens; mentions of some wayv members; poor Hendery is pining and reader doesn't want to be obtuse but doesn't want to make assumptions either
playlist: 💖
word count: 3,048
"Stop that!" you hiss, slapping Hendery’s hand away from the radio dial he’d been fiddling with.
Hendery jerks back at once, his elbow almost sending a plastic jar of candies to the ground. You catch it in time and he laughs at the look on your face.
"Your fault." he snorts.
You raise an eyebrow. "My fault? You don’t touch other people’s radios without their permission, Hendery.” you say lightly.
He shrugs, still unabashedly grinning. "Come on, Y/n. It’s not like anyone would willingly listen to this crap."
The kindly old uncle manning the Xerox machine had gone to grab another ream of copier paper from storage and had left you and your best friend standing at the counter. It was your turn to make photocopies of tonight's assigned packet for an entire laboratory class of 25 students and your best friend had insisted on coming with you. You’d reassured him that you knew your way to the one machine in uni and could manage 25 sets of lab worksheets on your own. He came anyway, prattling on about last night's gaming session with the boys and practically skipping next to you.
People often wondered why someone as outgoing and chatty as him hung out with a stick in the mud like you. You wondered about that too, but you always answered their question with your own working hypothesis: “First year, Gen Ed. Prof had a seatplan.”
Those damned assigned seating charts could create lasting friendships or enduring enmity; everybody knew that. It made no difference to you though, as you were too shy to make friends and people thought you were too aloof to approach. It wasn't something you were seeking to remedy either- you had always kept to yourself, keeping a very small circle of friends since middle school that you still kept in contact with despite all of you going off to different universities. Oh, you could be perfectly friendly and conversational with your classmates, but that was more of an adaptation a student had to learn to survive in academia. You were reclusive enough that once the group project was over, you wouldn't be invited to hang out anymore. You should probably make more of an effort, but you were too set in your own ways. There was no reason for this class to be any different.
Except when you plopped your bag down onto your assigned seat, amid groans and complaints from some 40 freshmen at being separated from their friends, Hendery had greeted you with a bright grin and a cheery, “Hiya seatmate! Gonna be a great year, huh?”
You were so gobsmacked by such energy before 8 am that you spoke one sentence more than you usually would. "Uh, hi. Sure, that would be nice, would make the school year fly by."
"Here, this is yours, right?" He handed you your prized Pilot Gtec Pen.
You liked sitting in the front, close to the doors for a quick getaway. And when the professor had handed you the attendance sheet for day one of the semester, you'd carelessly passed your pen along with the clipboard. Once the sheet had made its way back to the prof but the pen was not back with you, you knew it was gone. Those things had a way of disappearing into another dimension if you didn't grip them tightly enough.
But here it was. "Wow, thanks. How'd you know it was mine?" You take it gratefully.
He shrugged. "The attendance sheet started with you. My Kun-ge is doing his Masters here and he only uses this brand of pens. Wouldn't bat an eyelash if you used his shampoo but would get pissy if you borrowed his pens."
"Perfectly reasonable. Tell him I recommend the Zebra Sarasa too."
"Great, thanks. I lost two of his pens last week," he grinned sheepishly. "I need to give him a peace offering."
You laughed at that.
You, making conversation with a stranger and actually having fun. The earth’s poles might as well have shifted, as history was made.
So there you both were three years later, at the Xerox counter at dusk, listening in mild horror as the seemingly harmless folk, rock, and country radio station stopped playing the nice oldies and moved on to the day’s next program: an ultra-conservative pundit doing a hate-filled monologue. You'd turned away from the little transistor radio in reflexive disgust, which is why you had completely missed Hendery leaning half his body over the counter to change radio stations. You were now half-heartedly arguing in whispers and hisses, lest the old man hear you, while your best friend was reaching for the dial again and you were telling him to mind the jar of candies his elbows were about to waste.
He won in the end. Or rather, you let Hendery win because the bellicose dude on the radio was now waxing poetic about alpha-ness and you were about to die from cringe. Your best friend whoops in triumph as the station jumps to static, then disco, then static, then stocks forecast, then static again. You concede defeat gracefully, leaning back against the far wall and watching him with a soft smile. Over the four years that you'd known him, Hendery had equal parts changed and stayed the same- his smile, his hair color, his determination to enjoy life, his pretty face. But there was something in his eyes that wasn’t there when you first met him. People changed, you knew that, but… well. Freshman year, Hendery would yell in greeting, fist bump you, then call you bro, and now he was… different. He seemed… calmer? A better listener…? More thoughtful? You couldn't quite put your finger on it and it equal parts intrigued and unnerved you that your best friend was changing right under your nose. He stopped dragging his boisterous and funny friends to your hangouts (unless prompted by you because they were your friends now too), stopped jokingly setting you up with the no-i-swear-he's-pretty-cool guys he met at the student union, he no longer waved his Tinder matches in your face, and stared at you when you spoke to him not with a goofy grin ready to make you laugh but an attentiveness and care that told you as you wish. Yes, you really didn't know what this was. And yet, not once did he make you uncomfortable; never, once he’d sworn his number one priority was your ease and comfort, but not even before he made that promise.
He walks over to you to join you against the wall, finally satisfied with whatever the radio was playing. You match each other's posture perfectly: back flat against the wall, hands clasped behind you, one foot crossed over the other at the ankle. You both crane your necks to watch the evening sky. Dusk had just settled, the sky a beautiful but melancholy watercolor of bruise-like blues and purples, interrupted here and there by the twinkle of some lone star. The rain had long cleared, clouds gently pushed away by an evening breeze. Hendery looked impossibly soft in this light, familiar and comforting as long as he didn't look into your eyes. You tugged at your cardigan, feeling both warm and cold at the same time.
“He’s taking a long time.” you say quietly.
Hendery only nods, already knowing you were actually unconcerned. You had time.
You feel rather than hear Hendery’s fingers tap out the melody of the song, and you close your eyes to avoid the temptation of staring at him while he was this close-
“What does that mean?”
You frown and straighten, thoughts interrupted. The song playing now was in your native language, which you spoke so often around Hendery that he could recognize it. Though, you were yet to teach him anything besides profanities.
“Huh, who knew this station played… anyway, um…” you paused, listening to the next few lines. “It’s a love song. The guy is confessing his feelings to the girl he loves, he tells her she’s the only one who makes him feel this way." you translated for him. "She’d wanted to wait but now, he says, something has changed… and if she does feel the same, if she’s ready, he’d like her to dance with him in the rain.”
Hendery says nothing. The long silence makes your cheeks heat up. “I know it's cheesy. And it’s cliche, this thing about slow dancing in the rain… but the way it’s sung… the lyrics… it’s tender and sweet. Sorry, I’m rambling.”
"No, it's a good song." he says. “I get it.”
“Makes one of us.” you say wryly.
Another lull in the conversation. It wasn't awkward but the air was somehow hung with things you should probably tell each other.
"You have something on your mind." you both said at the same time. You laugh.
"You first." he nodded at you.
You sigh, scuffing your shoe against the floor. Hendery patiently waits for you to gather your thoughts.
"Is it wrong to be wary of change? Like, you just feel and know that there's this something that's never going to be the same..." you say haltingly.
His gaze grows piercing for a few seconds, as if suspicious that you were on to something. Then, the expression is gone as quickly as it crossed his face. "Change always happens you know, whether we anticipate it or not."
"I know, it's just..." that brief moment just now, where Hendery looked like he was waiting for you to call him out, was best left for him to discuss. You at least respected him that much. "I always thought of college as a layover. This was always gonna be a brief stop on this journey that I'm plodding on. I know it sounds awful but that was kinda why I had no plans to make deep, meaningful connections. I was naïve enough to think that this was going to be a grab-your-degree-and-go operation. Is that rude?"
He shakes his head no. Encouraged, you go on.
"But now that I have, with our mutual friends, with student orgs I recently had the confidence to apply for, with you..."
He frowns, leaning in. "Y/n, it's one thing to be wary of change, which is perfectly natural by the way. It's another thing to be scared of losing us."
Your eyes search his face. "I'm being silly, of course. It's normal for friendships to fade and settle into just... resigned fondness after college. Right?" you say unsurely.
He crosses his arms. "I mean, people grow and change all the time. A good friend in college can become a total stranger by the time you reconnect for the 20-year reunion. But sometimes, with friendships, it's all in how you cultivate it. Some people would find the idea of talking to the same people after leaving uni loyal and sentimental, others would think it sad and pathetic. It's up to them to work that out."
You nod, surprised and not at the quiet, practical wisdom that Hendery could sometimes spring up on people. "What, them as in you and me?" you say teasingly.
"Oh no, that was a hypothetical. You're kinda stuck with me now, we're nonnegotiable," he jokes.
"Oh yes, please. I want you to stay in my life, in any capacity that works." you laugh, only to stop short as you realize exactly what you had said. You blink rapidly, cheeks pink, and throat swallowing nervously. You rack your brain frantically for something to say, grasping at straws until you finally choke out: "Your turn."
He stares at you for a long time without saying anything, gaze more intense than any other time he's looked at you. "Turn to what?"
"To tell me what's on your mind." you say as evenly as you could manage.
"Alright," his tone was too neutral. "What did you mean Y/n, when you said you didn't get that song?"
You blink, surprised at the direction this conversation was taking. "What song?"
"The last one, the one about slow dancing in the rain."
"Oh. Well, I just meant that I don't know how that feels. Someone confessing to you by asking you to dance, I mean. Or even just slow dancing in general."
He raises an eyebrow inquiringly, pulling away from the wall. “Never done it.” you explained.
He stares at you. “You’ve been to weddings. And you went to prom, I saw the pictures.”
It was such a simple and harmless assumption that you had to laugh. You make a small ta-da gesture at how you’re leaned against the wall. “Wallflower. When you blend in so well, nobody notices you to want to dance with you.”
Another pregnant pause between you two. He shoves his hands into his pockets, watching you thoughtfully as the next song plays. You tactfully avoid his gaze, focusing on the song instead.
The drums come in, the vocals double up, and Hendery walks closer to you, his frame blocking your view of the sky. You can’t read his face as his hand slowly reaches around you to gently tug one of your hands out from behind your back. The gentle motion forces you to straighten up.
"What are you doing?" you say warily.
He smiles a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “I have noticed you, Y/n. I do see you.”
He keeps your hand in his warm grasp, walks you both closer to the radio, lets you go for a moment so he can turn up the volume, then returns to face you square on. Mind struggling to keep up with what’s happening, you let his fingers drift from your wrist to properly clasp your hand. He gently guides your other hand and places it on his shoulder and, very slowly and watching your face for any signs of discomfort, he pulls you closer.
Oh.
"Oh no, we don't have to, Hendery. I wasn't baiting you into it." you laugh lamely.
"I know, but I want to."
"Anyway, I never learned how to." you fret with a rueful smile, trying to pull away.
But he's persistent. "That's it? Is that your only objection?" Though, he keeps his grip light and loose, so you can pull away whenever you want.
Was it? Your best friend was standing closer than he'd physically ever been; two more steps and you could count his eyelashes. He had an arm around you and you were holding his hand, things good friends were bound to do, but the way it felt tonight was making you breathe shallowly. And with the way you two have been slipping up tonight and saying things left unspoken over the past four years, things could change irreversibly. You nod. Yes, that was your only objection.
“It’s all in the leading. You can trust me, Y/n.” He smiles easily.
“Of course I can.” You were as certain of that fact as you were sure of your own name. He nods.
It does feel a little silly, dancing with your best friend in a Xerox shop to the song on a scratchy, old radio. Your self-consciousness and stiffness makes the first few steps little more than an awkward shuffle… until it wasn’t anymore. Somewhere between verses, your muscles relax and obey the gentle press of his hand on the small of your back. Pulled in, you bravely close the shy distance you'd put between you two. Somewhere between choruses, your gaze is finally drawn away from your surroundings to look up into his eyes, where the stars that should've been visible in the sky tonight seemed to have migrated to. You connect the stars, and see that constellation you've been trying to figure out all this time but was a smidge too unobservant to read correctly was unmistakable in it's brightness tonight. The realization hits you as one’s head might hit the pillow after a difficult week: your best friend was in love with you.
"Hendery." you whisper.
Pressed close to each other's bodies, you feel rather than hear the inquiring hum he makes. You shake your head mentally to rid yourself of the goosebumps.
“It isn’t raining”, you comment, unable to help yourself. “He asks her to dance with him in the rain if she feels the same.”
“You’re dancing with me anyway.” he murmurs.
You nod, knowing he understands the answer written on your face. He gazes at you, taking his time reading the words you were going to tell him after class. Somewhere during the next song, you feel yourself finally letting out such an exhale that you let your guard down. You lean in to rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and, for the first time in a while, quieten down the loud and ever-present thoughts in your head. What could there be to worry about? You were slow-dancing with Hendery.
Hendery subtly presses his lips against your hair and thanks… God? Venus? Or was it Aphrodite? The paper cranes he folded that one time the power went out? That shooting star he saw when Yangyang and Xiaojun locked him out on the fire escape? He didn’t know how this happened, who/what made this happen but he’s here- finally here. This was an accident, for sure. No one could’ve guessed you’d be seated next to each other that one day in first year, or that you were more fun than you’d let on, or that he'd like spending time with you this much, or that his friends would like you too and drag you into the group, or that it would lead to you being a presence in all the important moments of his life (basketball games, birthdays, Christmas parties, grocery runs, landlord disputes, finals week breakdowns), or that his little crush would get so alarmingly serious that instead of just being present, he'd want you to be a permanent fixture in his life, or that you’d make him (him, of all people) grow from childish and immature to caring and loyal. No, this was no accident; this was a miracle, the kind that creeps up on you.
He makes a mental note to make an anonymous call to that radio station and compliment them on their good taste. Then maybe ask them for their playlist.
