#nct johnny

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making the bed | johnny suh

Summary | Secret office romances are supposed to be hot and steamy. But when pleasure clashes with professionalism, not to mention a new beautiful intern added to the mix, you’re left wondering if this will cost you more than your job.

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Pairing | Johnny Suh x Fem!Reader Genre + AU | Romance, smut, angst + coworkers to lovers, office romance, secret relationship WC | 20.2k

Content | Mentions of alcohol and food consumption (+ lack of food consumption), anxiety, vomiting due to anxiety symptoms, self-esteem challenges, mental health struggles, side characters (aside from nct and svt members) aren’t based on any specific idols, use of Y/N, unprotected + protected sex, car sex, p in v, fingering, oral (f), hickies, creampie, praising, possessiveness, jealousy, missionary, cowgirl, pet names: boss, baby, babe, sweetheart, my love

A/N | I wanted to make this with different parts because my original idea could not be posted in just one post without exceeding the post limit. The next part is likely to be the last part. I’m not sure when the next part will be. Also, please note that I do not have any background in business nor do I know anything about how it works behind the scenes, so I tried to make it as simple as possible with the little knowledge I have heh! Let me know what you think & as always, happy reading!

— A Bed & A Pizza’s Accent.

“After you, m’lady.” Johnny politely holds the hotel room door open for you as you step in with your weekend luggage — a duffle bag that you usually use when you spend weekends over at Johnny’s place and a carry-on rolling suitcase. “I hope you find the room to your liking.”

Your eyes swiftly scan the room, already noticing something strange. Though, a smile blooms across your face at the sight of it. “One bed?” You point out, finger pointing towards the king sized bed in the middle of the room. 

Johnny simply shrugs his shoulders, moving past you but not before gently taking hold of the light blue duffle bag slung over your shoulder for you. “That’s what you get when you leave me in charge of booking hotels for our work trips.” 

He presses his pointer finger against the tip of your nose, then gives it a featherlight kiss. You’re not quite sure when that started, but it’s an endearing action he did after sex that he slowly started weaving into your daily interaction with him — and you didn’t mind it one bit.

“You don’t think it’ll look strange to Mr. Choi that we have one room booked with one bed?”

“That’s why I made sure to book one with a sofa bed. One, for plausible deniability and two, if we get tired of doing it on the bed, there’s also a couch.” Johnny interjects with a teasing wink. “Plus, do you really think Choi will go out of his way to look at finances for work trips? He barely goes out of his way to do his job. I think we’re good.” 

Your lips press into a tight line, still unsure of the arrangement but you choose to believe him anyway. The beauty of work trips with Johnny is that Mr. Choi trusts him to do what’s best and for this particular work trip a shared king size bed is what’s best for the both of you. 

It’s been a few weeks since you and Johnny started to secretly see each other romantically. A foreign concept to you, but an exciting one nonetheless. 

You’ve occasionally spent lunch in his car, albeit less eating and more making out with a few other things from time to time that give you a satisfied glow when you return to the office. He’s also taken a liking to how soft your mattress is and how central your apartment is to everything, refusing to leave on weekends and ultimately spending more time at your place than his own. 

Even your neighbor, Mrs. Kang has begun to mention Johnny in passing, labeling him as your ‘midnight friend’ and looking forward to his greeting when she sees him while she takes out her trash. Johnny, being the gentleman he is, is inclined to always throw it out for her when he sees her. There’s even a slight disappointment when you tell her he won’t be staying the night that week — though you’d like to believe it's because she enjoys his conversation and not because she doesn’t have to walk to the trash chute herself.

“Do you wanna shower first or should I?” You ask, stripping yourself from your knit cardigan and toeing off your sneakers.

“You can go first. In the meantime, I’ll order room service.” Taking a seat on the foot of the bed, he quickly removes his shoes. “Trust me to get you something you like?” He asks, intently watching the way you begin to remove bits of clothing off and neatly creating a pile of used clothes nearby. 

Making your way over to him, you kiss the top of his head. “Always. Just make sure—”

“Babe, I know your allergy list and your likes and dislikes like the back of my hand.” Johnny lets out, grabbing the take out pamphlet near the phone. “I got this.” 

With a smug expression painted on his face, you run your fingers through his hair before playfully tugging on his roots to guide his gaze up to yours. 

“That’s good to know. But I was gonna say, make sure to get utensils. You forgot to mention it last time.” 

“Right.” A nervous chuckle slipped from his lips, surprised and slightly turned on by your touch. “I will do that, too. Thanks for reminding me.” 

“You’re welcome,” you smile as you run your fingers through his hair once more. “I’ll be quick. Don’t miss me too much.” Your lip catches between your teeth, stifling a cheeky smile as you walk away. 

“Already do!” Johnny replies playfully, biting back a laugh while he watches you happily make your way towards the bathroom. 

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“Okay, how about this. Which fruit looks the most suspicious to you?” Johnny asks, leaning into the backing of his chair. He sips on his cup of water, ice already melting and creating water rings on the wooden patio table as the hours pass eating dinner while playing a game of random questions he’s made up. 

“Pineapples.” You quickly answer, stacking the empty dinner plates on top of each other. “First, it looks like it has spikes! A dead giveaway that we shouldn’t eat it but we do anyway. Also, nothing to do with looks, but fresh pineapples break down the proteins in your mouth…like what for? Other than to tell us to stop eating them, right?” 

Johnny chuckles at your unexpected enthusiasm to his question. “Its like it’s not meant to be eaten fresh.” 

“But fresh fruit is the best.” You counter, crossing your leg over the other as you take a sip of your water. “Okay, my turn.” You pause, foot shaking as you think of a ridiculous question. When you finally come up with one, you straighten your posture. “If pizza could speak, what accent would it have?”

“Is that a real question?” Johnny sighs disappointingly. “An Italian accent, of course. I mean, they originate from Italy so it only makes sense.” 

“So would a deep dish pizza have a Chicago accent?” You question, intrigued to hear his answer. 

“Well, duh!” Johnny smiles, grinning from ear to ear. He throws a wink in your direction. “Now you’re getting it, baby.” 

You quietly giggle, letting a beat of silence pass between you two. You stand to look over the balcony, watching people below you going about their night. Your mind eventually wanders to tomorrow’s client you and Johnny are meeting over dinner and a tight knot in your stomach begins to form. A hand slides over your waist and across your torso and Johnny nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. 

“Tomorrow night is gonna be fine.” Johnny quietly reassures, gently pulling you back to have you sit on his lap. You swing your legs over the arm rest of his chair and his arms securely hold you. 

You’ve learned to keep your emotions guarded, more for your sake than anyone else’s. It’s fitting that you’re in a career where vulnerability doesn’t rule with an iron fist. You never want a client to see you waver and showing anything other than confidence means you’ve already lost. It’s just unfortunate that hiding your vulnerability at work bled into hiding your vulnerability with everyone else.

But Johnny Suh is the exception. 

Kind of. 

You don’t really need to express your feelings, he just seems to get it. You’ve pondered the silly idea that he could possibly read minds, but you eventually settled on the idea that he’s someone who relies on patterns to guide him — and you aren’t the most lowkey when it comes to your tells as much as you’d like to think, at least in your personal life.

“Doyoung said Mr. Perez is really hard to impress.” You solemnly share, feeling your confidence slowly dwindling at the thought. “Even the best of the company couldn’t get them on board.” You give Johnny a knowing look, having heard his experience with this overseas client and Johnny’s inability to impress him from Doyoung.

“To be fair, I was inexperienced and working alone.” The tips of Johnny’s fingers move under the hem of your pajama shorts. “It’s always better with a partner. And the most important thing to remember is that you’re not me.” Johnny reassures, tucking your hair behind your ear before giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“Mr. Choi says a lot is riding on this.” You share, sighing as the knot in your stomach tightens uncomfortably. You knew better than to listen to the words of the incompetent manager that’s been getting under your skin more times than Johnny has been in you — and that’s saying a lot. But if Mr. Choi is good at anything, it’s manipulation and picking at people’s insecurities and your insecurity, surprisingly, is the fear of not doing your job well.

“Of course he would.” Johnny rolls his eyes, annoyed with the idea his manager spoke to you without him present – not because of jealousy, but from concern that Mr. Choi would make you feel inadequate when it comes to doing your job, which he did and also has no problem doing, to anyone, Johnny included. Johnny’s hand cups the side of your head and pulls you to rest on his chest while his free hand strokes your mid back under your shirt. “Forget what Choi says, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. We’re a team. I’ll support you where you need it and you’ll do the same for me.” 

Nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, his palm slides up and down your exposed thigh. You inhale the scent of the hotel body wash still lingering on his skin from his shower earlier and soak his heat that's keeping you warm against the cool night air. 

“Regardless how tomorrow night goes, we’ll celebrate.” Johnny reassures. “Don’t stress yourself out, baby. You’re amazing at what you do.” 

You mumble a thank you and press a kiss onto Johnny’s cheek. Without another word, Johnny engulfs you into a loving embrace — making you feel protected in ways you’d never thought you’d feel by a man. 

— The Not-So-Difficult Client & Whispered Praises.

Sitting at the foot of the bed putting on his ridiculously expensive watch, one he deems as his ‘lucky charm’ — aside from you, of course, Johnny does a double take when you walk back into the room and sees you in your silk champagne dress that hugged every part of your body beautifully. He’s breathless and completely enamoured by your presence, feeling the sudden urge to rip your dress off while also wanting to preserve how ethereal you look at his very moment by stopping time, forever. 

You don’t notice the way his lips part when his gaze scans your body or the way he needs to adjust his pants, suddenly feeling too tight in his groin area. However, you do notice the way he can’t keep his eyes off you. His low lidded gaze locks onto your body as you move around the room and stuff your purse with your necessities. 

“Johnny, honey, you’re catching flies.” You tease, gently lifting his chin to close his gaping mouth. His gulp is audible and his tongue darts between his lips before he clears his throat. A hand reaches for your hip, gently pulling your body into him. Johnny rests his chin against your sternum, his dark eyes looking up at you with adoration. “Do you like my dress?”

Johnny mindlessly nods, gulping down his saliva. His ears flush a deep red, a dead giveaway that his heart is also pounding in his chest and his hard cock is uncomfortably restricted by the fitted fabric around his waist. 

“Do you think I look hot?” You tease quietly, your voice dropping into a soft and silky tone. Your fingers gently brush the back of his neck, a small smile threatening to appear when you see Johnny’s eyes flutter close.

“So hot,” Johnny replies instantly. His eyelids slowly open, gaze softening and the innermost part of his eyebrows curving upward. “How badly do we need this client? He’s not that important, right?” 

You giggle softly, carefully fixing a stray hair that’s fallen out of place on his forehead. “I think you already know the answer to that.” Pulling away, you catch Johnny uncomfortably shifting in bed before ultimately jumping to his feet.

Johnny watches as you spritz your favorite perfume behind your ears, on your wrist, and behind your knees. In a pathetic attempt to soften his riled up cock, he nervously rubs the back of his neck and tries to take his mind off the way he’s throbbing between his legs. “Why do you, um, always spray your perfume behind your knees?” He asks, stumbling over his words like he’s talking to his crush for the first time. 

Sliding the travel size bottle into your purse, you flash a quick and dangerous grin at him. “You’ll get it when my legs are propped on your shoulders tonight.” 

“You’re killing me here,” Johnny desperately groans, squeezing his eyes shut and the image suddenly pops into his head. He braces himself on the nearby table, palms pressing into the table top and head hanging as he takes deep breaths to calm himself. 

The corners of your lips lift into a feline-like smile as you rub circles against his back. “It’s okay, baby.” You coo into his ear. “Do you need a minute?”

“Did you put on your lip gloss yet?” Johnny asks suddenly, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he keeps his head down.

“I forgot! Thanks for rem—” 

Your words are cut short when you feel Johnny’s fingers grabbing a hold of your jaw and pulling your lips to his, aching to feel yours. A smile stretches across your face and Johnny shakily exhales, his forehead pressed against yours. 

“That should hold me over until dinner is over.” Johnny happily sighs before the corner of his mouth ticks up into a sharp smirk. 

”Glad we’re on the same page.” You whisper against his lips before giving Johnny a final kiss, feeling his hand slide down the curve of your backside. Your eyes flick to the digital clock on the bedside table. “We don’t wanna be late. You can take this dress off me when we get back.” 

“Just know I’m holding you to that.” He says, bringing the back of your hand to his mouth for a kiss. “The sooner we get this done—”

“The sooner we can be alone.” You add, pressing a kiss on his cheek before you pull the door open. 

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“There he is.” Johnny quickly mumbles under his breath loud enough for you to hear. 

You paint a bright smile, watching the man and woman nearing the two of you. Decked out in designer clothes, Mr. Perez and his wife look like they walked straight out of a GQ Magazine cover.

“John! It's great to see you again after all these years.” The slightly shorter man, in comparison to Johnny, in his mid 50s with salt and pepper hair greets your co-worker with a cup of a hand to Johnny’s  shoulder. 

“Mr. Perez, it’s nice to see you again. I’d like to introduce you to my partner, Y/N.” Both Mr. Perez and his wife turn to look at you and they flash you a kind smile. 

“It’s nice to meet you both.” You give them a charming grin, providing them with small talk, while Johnny speaks with the host regarding the dinner reservation. Johnny quickly gestures three of you towards the entrance, the host preparing the menus before leading the four of you to a private room. 

Johnny pulls out your chair, then takes the seat next to you. 

“Always a gentleman,” Mr. Perez comments on Johnny’s gesture and looks at you with a chuckle. “I remember the first time I met him, we were at a restaurant, similar to this. It was pouring rain when we got done with our dinner. As I was getting into my car, there was this woman who was stuck on the sidewalk, not wanting to get wet. John gave her his umbrella before booking it to his car, completely drenched in rain as he fumbled for his car keys and I thought, wow how many young men would do that when no one is looking.” 

There’s a look of admiration in Mr. Perez’s eyes when he looks at Johnny who suddenly feels coy at the retelling of the story. 

“Honestly, one of the reasons why I’ve been keeping an eye on the company for so long is this man, right here.” Pointing to Johnny, you watch the way your partner humbly accepts the compliment with a shy ‘thank you, sir’ in return.

“Glad to know your acts of kindness weren’t just an act.” You gently tease, giving Johnny’s knee a gentle squeeze under the table. 

“I may be a lot of things, but performative isn’t one of them.” He sends you a playful wink, grinning against his fist before clearing his throat and turns his attention to the waiter making his way towards the table.

When the waiter appears to take the table’s drink orders, he’s surprised to take everyone’s food orders right away. The client is impressed when you order one of his favorite dishes and compliments you on your exceptional taste in food. Truthfully, Johnny gave you a heads up to look up the restaurant’s menu online beforehand since the couple in front of you tend to do the same. The fact your choice of food is Mr. Perez’s favorite is from pure luck.

The waiter quickly leaves, leaving you and Johnny with the hardest client you need to impress. But just before you or Johnny could ease into the conversation, Mr. Perez looks at you with a confident smile.

“I hope this doesn’t sound too off putting, but I thought it’d be better to be transparent. I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N, and I must say that you are a well-loved and highly respected employee.” Mr. Perez says, glancing over at his wife then back at you. “The uptick in revenue since you transferred is quite impressive. If I’m not mistaken, you’re essentially in charge of making changes to better a company, yes?”

You proudly nod. “Everything from strategy to marketing. When done right, work flow is smoother and more efficient.” 

Under the table, Johnny’s pinky carefully laces with yours. He gives you a light squeeze — a silent affirmation that he’s said to you many times before: I’m proud of you, baby.

Mr. Perez nods in understanding, then looks at Johnny. “What do you think, John? I’m eager to hear your thoughts on your partner and the changes she brought to the table.”

Johnny grins, straightening his posture. “She’s amazing. Aside from the spike in revenue, since she transferred the morale in the office has seen an improvement.”

“However,” you interject politely, “I can’t take all the credit. John has been a wonderful partner in helping bridge our companies together. We’re a great team.”

“Happier employees get the job done.” Mrs. Perez chirps. “We’ve also heard you transferred from one of the best companies in the country, is that correct?” 

“Yes,” you smile. 

Mr. Perez takes a sip of his water. “Good to know Choi has done something good by approving your transfer.” Your potential client chuckles at his back handed compliment towards the insufferable manager. “Last time I spoke with you, John, we pondered the idea of you gunning for the managerial position. Still thinking about it?”

“It’d be a lie if I said I didn’t,” Johnny laughs, “but as I’ve stated before that I’m not inclined to steal a job from another person. My work speaks for itself and when the right person notices, doors open. Until then, I’ll hold my cards close.” Johnny lifts the corner of his mouth into a smug grin, rightfully proud of himself. 

You hope the people in front of you don’t notice the glint of reverence in your eyes when you look at your coworker. You try not to let your stare linger, but Johnny’s hand on your knee underneath the table pulls you back to reality. You refocus on the flute glass placed in front of you by the waiter. 

“I admire loyal employees who still have heart for others.” He lifts his whiskey glass towards you and Johnny before taking a sip. 

“You say the company’s morale has gotten better. How’d you manage that?” This time, Mrs. Perez asks as she looks at you, intrigued by your answer. 

“It all comes down to listening to the team. Some employees expressed wanting to move departments while others felt they needed more support. With the new income flow, we’re able to hire more people in the departments that need it.” You lay out a general gist of the plan implemented, watching Mr. Perez’s head in approval.

“I also think the new mandatory vacation days also helps the team a lot.” Johnny adds, rubbing his palms against his pants. “It gives all of us time to decompress when we need it.”

“And that’s something you brought from your home company, right?” Mrs. Perez asks.

You proudly nod, sipping the champagne from your glass. You feel Johnny’s palm slide down your spine before casually retracting.  

“I’m going to be honest with you both.” Mr. Perez sighs, finger tapping on the whiskey glass he was presented with. “I’ve struggled partnering with this company because the revenue stream was completely unstable, to say the least.”

You nod, watching the couple exchange glances. Mrs. Perez gives her husband a small, quick nod as she takes a sip of her drink.

“But it does sound like the company has improved drastically. I am worried about the future after you leave, Y/N. I heard there’s another 6 months or so left of your contract?” 

You nod once more. The termination of your temporary contract isn’t a secret to Johnny, though neither of you delved that deep into what’s happening when it eventually comes. 

“I don’t think that’s something to worry about. John knows the strategy just as much as I do. He’ll be left in charge and we all know he’s just as capable as I am.” You reassure the client, feeling so close to closing the partnership you could practically taste it on your tongue. 

There’s a twinkle in Johnny’s light brown eyes when he looks at you and the couple in front of you notices how fond Johnny is of you. Mr. Perez grins, looking at Johnny before clearing his throat and catching Johnny’s attention.

“It finally sounds like a place I wouldn’t mind partnering with.” Mr. Perez states with confidence. Pulling out his phone, he opens his email. “The contracts were sent, yes? I remember having my lawyer look—ah, I found it.”

And in just a few minutes, your phone beeps and the signed contract sits in your email’s inbox. 

Johnny curls his fingers into a fist under the table and you do the same, giving each other a fist bump for a job well done in securing another client — especially one that the company has its eyes on for a few years now.

The waiter finally brings the food you ordered earlier, presenting it in front of all four of you. Mrs. Perez grins and clasps her hands together. ”Now that contracts are signed. I’d love to hear more about you two!”

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“Closing with a client before the main course arrived?” Johnny flashes you a grin and gives you a head nod of approval. “That’s very impressive…” He presses the elevator button and steps behind you, shielding you from the group of men and their wandering eyes. “…and so, so hot.” 

You carefully back into Johnny and feel his fingers gently brush against the fabric hugging your hips. “Hot?” You question with a quiet chuckle.

“Yes, hot. You know, synonymous with sexy, desirable, attractive.” Johnny whispers in your ear and goosebumps rise from your skin. “It took every muscle in my body not to jump you at the table.”

“You helped a lot, too. You deserve the recognition as well.” You tilt your head to look up at him. 

Just as he leans forward to give you a well-deserved kiss, the steel doors open and catch his attention instead. Johnny sticks his arm out as you step inside. Strangers begin to shuffle in, including the men with wandering eyes. Leaning onto Johnny’s side, he slings his arm over your shoulders and pulls you into his embrace to keep you close as bodies begin to fill the metal box you’re in.

“We make a great team, don’t we?” You softly say as you look up at him, your chin pressing into his chest. “Couldn’t have done this without you.”

Johnny gives you a gentle kiss to your forehead. His embrace is so warm and alluring, you don’t realize the men scanning your body but Johnny does. When he pulls away, a pout quickly forms on your lips. You watch him swiftly remove his dark suit jacket and sling it behind you to cover your backside. 

“They’re staring, aren’t they?” You quietly whisper into his ear when he pulls you back into his embrace. 

Johnny simply hums, relishing in the envy radiating off the men. The elevator stops on another floor and the elevator clears out, leaving only you and Johnny and the men that can’t seem to take their eyes off you. Taking the initiative, you lower one of Johnny’s hands to your rear. His palm lays flat on your ass before he realizes what you want him to do. A quick squeeze of your plush backside makes you giggle against his shirt and you earn a snicker from one of the men behind you. 

The elevator comes to a stop on your floor and Johnny gestures for you to walk out first, strutting out behind you with the confidence you love most about him. Though, he doesn’t stop himself from giving the men a smug look as he moves past them knowing they’d never get a chance to be with you like he is. 

A small beep from the card reader on your door is heard as you swipe your key card. It doesn’t take long until you’re pressed against the door with Johnny’s lips weaving with yours. 

“You’ve done so well, baby,” he whispers softly between kisses.

You smile against his mouth, fisting his linen shirt to pull him closer as you arch into him. “Thank you,” you quietly sigh. 

Your lips part and your eyes glaze over when Johnny’s lips brush down your jaw and trails kisses to your collarbone. Your fingers rake through his hair, silently encouraging him as his hand snakes behind you to slowly unzip your dress. 

The fabric falls to your feet and his mouth drags down your chest, gently pecking the skin filling out of your bra perfectly. His lips drag down your sternum and plants kisses just above your belly button. Johnny slowly lowers to his knees, as if you’re a temple he’s worshipping.

“So proud of you,” he murmurs against your skin, “let me reward you.” 

You sigh, letting his words soak into your bones while he trails lower between your thighs. Kissing the pretty fabric over your pelvis, Johnny looks up at you through his lashes watching the way your tongue peeks between your lips just before they slack open. 

Without a word spoken, you lift your leg over his broad shoulder and a sharp edged smile slices across his face. “My gorgeous girl, you’re so good for me.” 

You shudder at his praise and Johnny grazes his lips over the wetness pooling from anticipation. You let out a quiet whimper and your thighs begin to tremble as he kisses down the thin fabric over your slit that’s separating your pretty pussy from the endless pleasure his mouth gives. 

Pulling the pretty fabric aside, his pointed tongue licks a long strip between your slit and his tip swipes over your clit, making a soft moan escape from your lips. Parting your slick folds, he consumes your throbbing heat messily. Saliva runs down his chin and the sweet taste of you on his tongue. 

Your heart pounds against your chest a mile a minute and your fingers run through the roots of his hair, pulling him closer to your soaking heat. When his tongue circles around your entrance, your breath hitches in anticipation — feeling his smooth tongue muscle harden at its tip right before it penetrates you, fucking your hole while the pad of his thumb circles your bud of nerves. Your jaw drops and the back of your head presses into the door, hands desperately gripping onto the surface of the flattened wall in an attempt to ground yourself. 

Johnny looks up at you, eyes darkening and pupils blown out at the sight of your chest heaving and the whites of your eyes glazing over right before it flutters shut. His fingers replace his tongue, planting his lips glistening with your wetness on yours — tasting yourself with every slow and calculated movement of his swollen lips. A quiet moan slips from your lips and fills the empty space between your kisses when Johnny’s fingers meet your sweet spot. 

“Oh god,” you whine, wrapping your arms around Johnny and pulling his body impossibly close. His forehead presses into your shoulder before his tongue circles your skin and pulls it taut, leaving a discolored mark while you’re nothing but breathless pants and a moaning mess.

Your walls tighten around his fingers and your nails helplessly scrape the material covering his biceps, feeling the coil tighten in the pit of your stomach. When his lips find yours again, you're dizzy — lightheaded from bliss and ecstasy as he tickles the right spot that’s sure to bring you to your knees and he certainly won’t stop until you’re helplessly sobbing in pleasure. 

You succumb to pleasure, writhing at the mercy of the man in front of you. You choke out a sob, feeling the dam burst inside of you and releasing the floodgates of your pleasure. And just as he expected, your trembling thighs give in and you fall to the floor, desperately trying to press your knees together only to have your wrists pinned to the door while his fingers desperately fuck your pretty cunt until you’re coming on him again.

”Wanna be good for me, sweetheart?” Johnny whispers against your mouth. 

You rapidly nod, vision slowly blurring as your mind rattles and your body melts at his touch. 

“Then come for me again.” He softly growls, thrusting his digits until he’s knuckles deep inside you with every pump. “Come again and I promise I’ll fuck this pretty pussy just how you love it.”

Your wrists go limp as you feel another wave of pleasure hits you, back arching off the solid door behind you and knees pressing together instinctively. You whine out Johnny’s name as your body squirms, heart frantically pounding against your chest. When your eyes squeeze shut to stop the room from spinning, Johnny’s lips press against your temple.

“That’s it, baby.” Johnny coos, slowly releasing your wrists from his grasp and pulling his fingers out of your dripping hole. Gripping his wrist, you guide his fingers to your tongue, tasting your slick on his digits.

Pulling you off the floor, your fingers work diligently to undo the buttons of his shirt. His hands plant themselves onto your hips to pull your body close while his lips move between yours, soothing the tugs on your lower lip with a swipe of his tongue. Slipping the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, Johnny tosses his shirt across the room.

When the back of your knees meet the edge of the bed, you stumble onto the mattress, giggling against Johnny’s lips when he hovers over your body pressing a hand into the mattress. There’s an admiration in his eyes as he soaks in the sight of you — your hands bashfully covering your heated face, the curvature of your hips easily making his cock hard at the sight of them, and your knees pulled together with your feet pressed into the sheets to expose your aroused core that seemingly reverts Johnny back to a horny virgin desperate to fuck for the first time — only this time his stamina is out of this world. 

You watch as he carefully undoes his leather belt before his pants and boxer briefs are left in a pile near the bed. Your knees part when his hand strokes his shaft, tip leaking out his thick pre-cum. Johnny tilts your hips up and dips between your thighs, lining his throbbing cock with your entrance before pushing in. A breathy sigh escapes you, your walls quickly swallowing and adjusting to Johnny’s impressive size that easily fills you like no other man could. 

A groan parts Johnny’s lips, your warmth feeling like nothing short of acceptance. His hand snakes under you, smoothly unclipping your bra. Your mounds spill out as you pull off the fabric, tossing it away as Johnny’s tongue wastes no time rolling over your perky nipples and tugging it between his teeth. 

His hips move languidly, rocking back and forth as he pumps his shaft between your velvety walls. His lips hover over yours, a quiet gentle breath ghosting over your lips just before he tilts your chin and grips your jaw as his tongue slides over yours. He nips your lip softly, soothing it with a quick lap of his tongue then drags open mouth kisses against the side of your neck and collarbone. 

His movements are intoxicating, wanting to drink him in for as long as possible.

But your body burns with a feverish want: a want for more. A want for Johnny and his ability to make you feel breathless and overwhelmed and sexy and confident all with the thrust of his hips. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, desperately keeping him close and you hear a quiet grunt. He presses his forehead with yours, lips giving you the softest kisses laced with a breathtaking touch. His fingers fill the empty spaces between yours, pinning your hand into the sheets before caressing the back of your head with the other in preparation for what’s coming next. 

His hips move frantically, your thighs pushing against his thrusts and unraveling your hold on his waist. Your body jerks up and down while your mouth falls open in a silent moan, feeling the friction of your swollen clit rubbing against his skin. Your nails scrape down Johnny’s back, his quiet grunts in your ear. Heat paints across your chest and up your throat. Your hand drops to the sheets, fisting them as Johnny’s brutal hips snap into you.

“Don’t stop,” you plead, helplessly begging him as you quickly lose your composure with every slam Johnny fucks into you. 

Your forehead presses into his shoulder, managing to wrap your legs around his waist once more. You’re pathetically spiraling, despite how hard you’re trying to hold on. Your grip tightens around Johnny’s hand and he presses it deeper into the mattress. Your thighs tremble as they cling onto his hips weakly trying to keep him from pulling out completely. The unbearable rush of heat builds, builds, and builds — then snaps! Your voice breaks when you cry out his name, moaning helplessly through the pleasure. 

A groan deep from his chest rumbles in your ear when your walls flutter around his cock. He thrusts deeper instinctively, your hips lifting off the bed and fingers digging into your waist harshly. With one last powerful thrust and a strangled groan, hot spurts of his cum spill inside you — filling you up until you’re fully loaded with his seed.

You tilt his chin, bringing his lips to yours and pulling him closer with every kiss. “Are you okay?” You whisper, running your hands through his hair. 

Johnny quietly huffs out a laugh, slightly nodding as the tip of his nose rubs against yours. “I’m—” He confidently sighs with a smile, catching his breath while his palms slide up and down your soft skin. “—fucking great. I could do this forever with you.”

You breathe out a chuckle when Johnny buries his face into the crook of your neck. Running your fingers through the back of his hair, you allow yourself, just for a second, to wonder what forever would be like with him, too.

— The Fool & The Bodyguard.

The elevator doors slide open and you run into Johnny looking angelic with his fresh haircut and a lopsided smile upon seeing you. “Perfect! Choi wants to see us in his office.” Johnny lets out, stepping into the elevator next to you. 

“What for?” You ask, trying to hide the way your mind is starting to build the worst case scenario for this impromptu meeting. 

Johnny presses the intended floor number and waits for the metal doors to close. When it does, Johnny presses a reassuring kiss to your temple like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. “Don’t worry, boss. It’s about scoring Mr. Perez.” 

“That’s what he said?” Looking up at him, your eyes immediately fill with worry. 

“He didn’t have to.” Johnny cups the back of your head, stroking it to further comfort you. “There was a pep in his voice when he called. We’re fine, baby. I promise.” 

You nod, still hesitant, but Johnny’s confidence is enough to make you feel better. When you reach the designated floor, you closely follow Johnny as he weaves through the halls like he’s familiar; as if he belongs there. 

“Good morning, Nadine.” Johnny greets Mr. Choi’s secretary with a radiant smile. “Looking beautiful as always.”

The older woman in her late 50s smiles coyly, pushing her turtle shell glasses up her nose and quickly flattening the fly away hairs on her head. 

“Charming as usual, John.” Nadine quietly chuckles. “Mr. Choi is in his office, go right in.” 

You give Nadine a small nod as a thank you, the older woman mirroring your movements. When you’re finally out of earshot, you tug on Johnny’s bicep. 

“Are you always such a flirt?” You tease, an eyebrow quirking and the corner of your mouth threatening to lift.

“Her ex-husband left her for a younger woman,” Johnny whispers. “If a little reassurance helps her, I don’t mind giving it.” With a playful wink, he slides his long fingers into the pockets of his black slacks. “Plus she makes the best rice porridge and brings it from time to time for me and Doyoung, so I need to stay on her good side.” Johnny’s eyes crinkle when his lips curve into a honey-sweet grin. 

As each day passes, you find yourself completely enamored by Johnny. It’s the most beautiful and yet terrifying feeling wrapped into one. Aside from Johnny, there was only one guy you’ve ever felt this way for and it was your first college boyfriend — the only man that you couldn’t find the heart to hate because there was nothing to hate him for, even after the breakup when it ended amicably. 

“Ready to head in?” Johnny’s voice coaxes you back to where you are and you give him a nod, following right behind him. 

“My two favorite people!” Mr. Choi beams with a goofy smile and the most annoying kiss ass tone that makes you want to strangle him. “Come in, sit!” He gestures over to the chairs in front of his desk, but you and Johnny both opt to stand where you are — a silent and petty agreement that neither of you are willing to do anything Mr. Choi says, even something as simple as asking you to sit. 

“We’re fine here,” you state. “You wanted to speak with us?” 

“Yes!” Mr. Choi clasps his hands together. “I don’t know what you did to get Mr. Perez on board, but you two are magic! The board was impressed and I was thinking—” He moves closer to the two of you, eyes widening with a hint of crazy in them. “—the Evermore group!” 

“E-Excuse me?” You croak, looking at Johnny whose brows immediately furrow as he scoffs in disbelief. “What’s the Ever—”

“No. Absolutely not.” Johnny interjects, tone dripping in seriousness. “That’s the board’s responsibility to impress, not us.” 

Mr. Choi looks at you, then back at Johnny. “They thought it was their responsibility to get Perez but you two proved them wrong!” The manager exclaims. “Think about it! How great would it look for you two to win over the Evermore group!” 

“And how stupid we’d look when we don’t get them on board!” Johnny raises his voice. “What’s the real reason Choi? Wanna impress execs to get on the board, too? Is that it?”

Mr. Choi is taken aback, shaking his head. “Listen, I just figured you both wanted to prove yourselves.”

“We’be proven ourselves enough.” Johnny huffs, clearly seething at the comment. 

Mr. Choi looks at you, gears turning in his head and formulating a manipulation tactic that would get you on board. “And what do you think, Y/N? Think you’ve proven yourself enough?” He asks.

“She’s the reason why Perez even signed with us! Don’t you dare make her feel like she hasn’t proven herself.” Johnny warns, clenching his jaw. “She saved your job, Choi.” 

Johnny takes an intimidating step forward, towering over the manager. His hand forms a fist, veins protruding the back of his hand. It’s clear Johnny is seconds away from doing something he’ll regret. 

You clear your throat, stepping forward until you’re side by side with your partner. With a calming hand to Johnny’s back, you look at Mr. Choi. Straightening your posture, you conjure up your confidence. 

“Get the board’s approval and we’ll discuss it further.” You sternly say, holding eye contact with the man in front of you while Johnny takes the moment to pace back and forth — an attempt to calm himself down. 

Mr. Choi scoffs, running his hands over his mouth before he sniffs. “I already set up a meeting with the group.”

Your eyes widen, blood boiling in your veins. Johnny’s pacing comes to an abrupt halt, feeling his presence behind you. 

“I surely hope you mean with the executives and not with the Evermore group.” You warn through gritted teeth. “If it’s the latter, not only did you go against the higher-ups, but you fucked me and John over. So tell me, again, which group did you set up a meeting with, Choi.”

You and Johnny both hold your breaths, your hands clenching into fists ready to deck this stupid manager's face. 

“The Evermore group.” Mr. Choi pathetically shares, voice nearly trembling in fear though he tries to hide it. 

“Call them and cancel!” Johnny shouts, startling the man. You’re sure everyone outside his office can hear Johnny, but every fiber in your body wants to scream at the insufferable and irresponsible man, too.

“It’s not gonna look good for the company.” Mr. Choi argues, making his way behind his desk to put some distance between the taller man seething with anger. 

“I don’t care!” Johnny exclaims. “I swear to god Choi, I’ll break your face in.”

By the manager’s reaction, these screaming matches aren’t new, otherwise he’d call HR on Johnny the second the words slipped from his lips. And, unfortunately for the first time, Mr. Choi was right.

“A retraction will ruin the rapport.” You quietly say under your breath. “It’ll ruin credibility.” 

Johnny looks at you, watching the way you calculate the possible outcomes in your head. Johnny knows that you certainly know best when it comes to this problem — it’s essentially your job to clean up a company’s mess. But this? This is a lot of mess the company didn’t make, Mr. Choi did and dragged everyone else through the shit with him. 

“It’s your call, boss.” Johnny says looking at you, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Well…” Mr. Choi sucks the air between his teeth, pulling his trousers higher up his waist. “I think you two should—” 

Both you and Johnny look up at Mr. Choi speaking, clearly assuming Johnny’s nickname for you was meant for him. 

“Not you!” Johnny snaps, frustration through the roof.

Mr. Choi’s face reddens in embarrassment. Nodding his head before taking a seat and burning a hole into you as he stares in anticipation, waiting for your decision. 

“We need to speak with Mina and Doyoung. They’re gonna be tangled up in this, too.” You inform Johnny who simply nods in agreement. Then you look at Mr. Choi. “You better hope and pray they’re on board. If they’re not, you’re absolutely screwed by the board.” 

“B-but you make the final decision, right?” Mr. Choi stutters as he stands before Johnny gives him the meanest scowl, having him settle back down in his chair. “I mean, you ultimately decide if you’ll take on the challenge?”

“Yes.” You firmly reply, palms pressing into his desk as you look at him dead in the eyes. “So do not fuck me over like this again. Is that clear?”

Mr. Choi nods, gulping down nervously. “Crystal clear.” 

Johnny holds the door open for you and this time you lead the way back to the elevator. Your mind frantically begins to rattle with a million things at once while your body shakes from the anger still coursing through you. When the doors slide close, Johnny’s large hand finds yours, keeping his sights set on the reflection in front of him — still clearly upset about the interaction, and needing to ground himself with your touch. 

“I’m here. Anything you need, I’m here.” Johnny reassures quietly, squeezing your hand in the process. “It’ll be okay.” 

You stay quiet, still reeling from outrage. But you give Johnny’s hand a reassuring squeeze, too, letting him know you’re holding his words close to your heart. 

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Later that evening, Johnny stopped by with an early dinner and stayed for dessert and a movie. The night ended with a back rub that turned into back shots to help the both of you take a break from tossing around ideas to win over the Evermore group. 

“I’m worried about you, Johnny.” You sigh as you’re wrapped in his arms and your legs tangled up with the sheets. 

A small chuckle parts Johnny’s lips. “Yeah? And why’s that, my love?” 

You relish in the nicknames Johnny gives you as he pulls you closer to his bare chest. His palm slides down your spine and stops at your plush rear, giving you a squeeze until your skin spills between his fingers. 

“Will you be able to handle the new intern while helping me prepare for the presentation?” You quietly question while you run your fingers over his defined abdomen area. “I wouldn’t want you to spread yourself thin.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Johnny says with his mouth pressed to your forehead. “I always do.” 

“Think you’ll make time for me?” You tease, hand teasingly tugging on the waistband of his boxers. Slipping it under the fabric, you feel his tip twitch when your fingers brush against his skin. 

Part of you didn’t mean for it to sound as serious, but a somber expression washes over Johnny’s features tells you that you struck a cord. 

“Does that genuinely worry you?” Johnny softly asks, gently busying your teasing hand when he laces his fingers between the spaces of yours. “That I won’t have time for us?”

If you’re honest — yes, it’s a looming feeling that’s dawned on you from time to time since talks about an intern shadowing Johnny came up. With an intern glued to his hip majority of the day for months, it’ll be nearly impossible to have alone time during work hours and the dread of him losing interest has reared its ugly head from time to time. 

“No,” you lie, forcing a huff of laughter. 

Johnny gives you a knowing look — one that’ll easily make you crumble until you tell him the truth. The look that you’ve done a good job at avoiding 80% of the time with lame and pathetic excuses that you’re sure Johnny chooses to look past. 

“I’m gonna get some water, want some?” You don’t bother to wait for an answer from him because your robe is on and you’re already making your way to your kitchen to fill up a glass cup. You brace yourself against your kitchen counter, sipping on your water as your train of thoughts derail and crash into uncharted territory. 

You hear Johnny’s footsteps before he rounds the corner of the hallway and into the kitchen. His hands slide across your hips and he kisses your forehead. “I’ll make time for us baby,” he says against your skin. “Don’t worry about it.”

— Meeting the New Intern.

“Good morning, ma chérie!” Mina greets in the lobby, eyes twinkling as she smiles at you. “Ready to meet the new interns today?” 

Pressing her slim finger against the elevator’s call button, both hands grip the straps of her handbag in front of her. You mindlessly nod as she spoke, blabbering on and on about her personal experience with an internship, how she’s utterly empathetic towards them, and how she tried convincing her point of contact to take on an intern but was adamantly shut down every time she brought it up. 

“…Doyoung refused and I tried to convince him it’d be a learning opportunity but he isn’t budging. He is one tough son of a gun, I’ll admit that.” Mina rambles, stepping into the elevator once it clears out. “I hear John’s taking one. That’s exciting right?”

You press a tight smile to your lips and nod, silently agreeing with her. 

You haven’t told Mina about your impromptu date nights with Johnny — both close to home and out of the city on work trips. She’d swoon over the fact that Johnny buys you flowers every week to replace the ones that are starting to whither. She’d adore the way Johnny calls you every night because he can’t fall asleep otherwise. In fact, she’d be elated to find out your weekends are spent with Johnny talking about anything and everything and not alone like she thinks it’s usually spent. 

Mina can’t help but see the distant look in your eyes as you stare off, clearly deep in thought. “Whoa, you’re so chatty this morning. Slow down, I can’t keep up.” Mina sarcastically says, quietly giggling to herself. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh and flash Mina a small reassuring smile, “just a lot going on in my mind. Between the Evermore group and the new interns, I’m a little overwhelmed.”

Cocking her head, a confused look washes over her soft features. “What do the interns have to do with this?” She asks, tucking her long black hair behind her ear. “Wouldn’t that be John’s problem, not yours?”

For a split second, you had wished you took on the intern and not him. Maybe then the brewing insecurities would have been kept at bay a little longer. 

“Yes, but with John being extra busy with her, it’s less time for—”

“You?” Mina mischievously grins, lips parting and her tongue peeking just between her glossy lips. 

“The presentation with Evermore.” You correct her, gently pushing her shoulder. You shake your head, but a tiny smile threatens your lips. “He has a lot on his plate. As much as John plays it cool, anyone can crumble under enough pressure. Plus, you heard Doyoung the other day. The group is known for ripping companies to shreds — nitpicking at everything presented. I just wish I wasn’t leading this.”

“Look on the bright side!” Mina’s cheshire grin tells you a smart ass comment is soon to follow. “You’re like our savior. No one else can do their job better than you can. And if you crash and burn, we will too! You won’t be alone. That’s comforting, right?” 

You give Mina a look, watching her features break into an unserious expression. “I get your stress, but Mr. Choi sending you two off to close a deal without consulting the execs is premature and highly irresponsible.” Mina reminds you, a comforting hand squeezing your shoulder. “If you close the deal, it’s because of you. If you don’t, it’s not because you suck at your job, it’s because Mr. Choi sucks at his. Your best is always what’s important — that’s literally what you tell everyone. Time to start taking your own advice.”

You give her a grateful look, silently telling her what she already knows: that she’s right. 

Before she could reply, the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. You’re greeted by two familiar faces you see every morning; the dynamic duo as you like to refer to them. 

“Morning ladies.” Chenle greets casually before returning to his phone while Jisung flushes a pink hue, still not quite ready to drop the formalities and still adding the label ‘Miss’ in front of your name. 

“Morning guys!” Mina greets them happily and you give them a warm smile accompanied by a small wave. “Have the new interns arrived yet?” She asks, leaning over the reception desk. 

“They’re being briefed in the conference room,” Chenle replies, eyes flicking towards the nearby room. “They should be done soon.” 

“We should pop in!” Mina turns to you excitedly, gripping your wrist and already pulling you towards the room. As you and Mina turn the corner, you crash into the head of your IT department — Wonwoo Jeon. 

“Sorry Wonwoo!” Mina profusely apologizes, turning bright red in the face. 

Her office crush adjusts his thin rimmed glasses and offers her a polite smile. “It’s okay, Mina.” He says and you’re sure you feel her hand tighten around your wrist after he says her name. Then he looks at you. “Actually, I was just about to head to your office to find you. I need to update something on your laptop. Would it be okay if I take it for a bit?”

Mina drops your hand and steps aside, trying not to gawk at the handsome worker and making it painfully obvious of her infatuation with the quiet IT guy who always has his nose in a book during his downtime and the patience of a saint. 

You hand Wonwoo your company laptop you held against your chest and eye the way Mina gulps and looks down at her pointed heels after looking at the way his hands flexes.

“I’ll come by and drop it off when I’m done.” Wonwoo says and you nod, both you and Mina watching as he walks down the hallway and into his office nearby. 

Mina exhales the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her petite shoulders drop and relax before she looks at you. Before she could get her words out to explain her sudden change in personality, you begin to quietly giggle.

“You have a thing for Wonwoo?” You whisper, watching her cheeks flush in embarrassment. 

“Shut up.” She threatens in a hushed tone. “If you will excuse me, I need to head into my office and calm down a bit. I’ll see you in our morning meeting.” 

Mina walks away, still giddy from her interaction. You turn on your heels and head in the opposite direction towards your office. A familiar voice says your name and you turn your attention towards Johnny, then at the shorter woman next to him. 

Her short dark brown hair is cut into a shoulder length bob and her wispy bangs end just under her eyebrows. She looks up at Johnny with her big brown eyes that sparkle under the office lights and her light poreless porcelain skin glows. She holds her laptop with both arms against her chest and a cute little handbag hanging off her petite shoulders. 

You can’t help but notice how stunning she looks and a sudden knot in your stomach forms and tightens the deeper you try to push the feeling down.

“Hey, I wanna introduce you to my new intern. This is Chaewon.” Johnny looks down at the girl next to him, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Chaewon, this is Y/N. The one I was telling you about.” 

“H-hi.” You stammer. “It’s so nice to meet you. Welcome to the team.” You force a smile, hoping no one notices the way the corners of your mouth slightly tremble. 

“You too!” Chaewon gleefully replies. “John says I’ll learn a lot just by being around you. He also says you slightly scare him, so I’m intrigued to see how you do it. Maybe I can use it on my brothers.” She jokingly says, beaming at Johnny with a radiant smile. 

Your chest tightens at the way Chaewon looks up at Johnny with her pretty brown eyes. The young and beautiful intern who beat out hundreds of applicants will be working closely with Johnny for the next couple of months and your heart squeezes at the thought before you could stop it.

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You never viewed other women as competitors. In a male-dominated field, women in the office were friends — confidants — that you’d gravitate to. And you’ll be damned if that mindset crumbled over some guy who didn’t even ask you to be your boyfriend in the months you were sleeping together. 

At least that’s what you kept telling yourself during your morning meaning with your team and Chaewon. 

Mina, the social butterfly she is, made Chaewon feel at ease as you ran through the meeting. Even Doyoung, the ever focused employee, got distracted by Chaewon’s ability to be one of the few applicants to beat out hundreds of people for this internship. Dare you say, there was a spark of admiration in Doyoung’s eyes hearing the competitiveness Chaewon had in her when she shared her many first place achievements for the sports she participated in on the side. Even Johnny was distracted by his intern, intrigued by her as the minutes passed. 

In your eyes, she’s the entire package — smart, athletic, attractive , ambitious, and talented. It’s like elementary school all over again — Chaewon is the new kid and everyone wants to be her friend. 

And you can’t help the pang of jealousy you tried to distance yourself from. 

“Any questions before we wrap up?” You say, feeling the entire room’s attention shift from Chaewon back to you. 

“No, but I was thinking…” Mina chirps, stacking her notebook onto her laptop. “The five of us should have lunch together! It’ll help Chae get acclimated to the environment with a little help.”

“That’d be great!” Chaewon cheers, happily looking around at everyone around her before her eyes land on you. “I’d like to get to know you all more, too.” 

Your lips twitch into a smile as your eyes land on Johnny, who looks at you with an apologetic expression knowing how you both would regularly spend your lunch breaks.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” You nod, slowly closing your laptop. “Does the café downstairs work?” 

The other four people nod in agreement. Quickly packing up to leave.

“Great!” You smile, propping the door open for everyone. “See you guys at lunch. Have a great day.” 

You quickly make your way to the office and lock yourself in there for the rest of the morning, burying yourself in preparation for the presentation and reports. That is, until Johnny’s name pops up on your phone.

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I’m sorry about lunch. Maybe we could have a late lunch together?

That won’t look good leaving your intern on her first day. You’re the only one she really trusts here, you can’t do that to her.

I’m sorry about the meeting, too. Everyone was distracted… Me included. Sorry baby. 

You’re good.

You’re upset.

I’m not.

You look upset. I can see directly into your office, remember?  Let me make it up to you. I’ll bring over dinner tonight and we can have our alone time like we intended. You’re smiling. Is that a yes?

Yes.  Now stop texting during work hours. You’re distracting me.

Good.  See you at lunch, boss.

— An Uncomfortable Conversation & A New Drawer.

If you had a dime for the amount of times you and Johnny were able to sneak away for alone time during work hours these past couple of weeks, you’d have 40 cents — 50 if you include the time he snuck you a kiss when he dropped off reports right before Chaewon came back from lunch with other interns from the program. 

Between the internship, separate meetings with clients, prepping a solid presentation for the Evermore group, and the promise Johnny made to his parents to see them more often, the time spent with him has dwindled significantly — both of you suddenly busier than ever.

But tonight, Johnny invited you over to his place for a spur of the moment date night in the middle of the week to make up for the loss of quality time spent between the two of you. 

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?” Johnny says, popping open a glass of beer for you. 

“I don’t really like that quote,” you share, sipping on your drink.

Johnny chuckles, taking a seat in front of you. “And why’s that?” He smiles, intrigued by your sudden revelation. 

“Because there’s always something to make it sound worse after it.” You shrug. “For instance, one of the worst renditions of that quote I’ve possibly read was ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder but too much makes it wander.’ Distance quite literally—”

“Where do you get this from?” Johnny’s laughter spills out like sunlight peeking through the blinds. His head tilts slightly and his eyes look at you with fondness. 

“The Internet.” You shyly admit, taking a drawn out sip of your beer.

“Well, distance makes me miss you a lot despite what the internet says about it.” Johnny assures with a smile right before taking a swig of his drink.

“I miss you too,” you coyly admit, leaning back into your chair. “How are your parents? Do they love seeing you more often now that they’ve moved back home?” 

“Yeah, a little too much if I’m being honest.” Johnny sucks the air between his teeth. “They’ve been nagging me about settling down. Moments like this make me wish I had an older sibling so I don’t have to go through this.” 

The thought of settling down with Johnny crossed your mind every now and then, wondering what it’d be like to be with someone for the rest of your life. Though, you don’t dwell on the idea for too long because it’s always followed by the feeling of sadness. 

“…and the mere mention of Chaewon being an intern got their ideas—”

You’re paralyzed and completely speechless. “Oh…you mentioned Chaewon?” You ask, your grip around the amber colored bottle tightens before you could notice it and set it down, convinced you could break it if you didn’t. 

“Yeah. They asked how work was. I told them about the internship and me being one of the mentors.” Johnny’s obliviousness irritates you as he pokes his fork into the chicken he’s made. 

“I’m assuming you also told them about the Evermore group, too?” Your eyes drop to your untouched plate of food. Picking up your fork, you move the vegetables around as you wait for Johnny’s answer.

“No.” Johnny shakes his head. “Once I start about how Choi got us into that mess, I won’t be able to stop.” He huffs out a chuckle, sipping on his drink to help wash down his food. 

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly going quiet as you begin to take small bites of the food made for you. You nod as Johnny speaks, though your mind has already gone elsewhere. It isn’t until Johnny’s warm hand on yours brings you back to the conversation.

“Sorry, I must be boring you with all this internship talk. Let’s change the subject.” Johnny quickly says, holding your hand in his. “How’s the presentation going? I can take a look at it tomorrow if you’d like.”

When you pull your hand away, Johnny’s stomach twists uncomfortably. 

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to not talk about work.” You quietly let out, avoiding eye contact with him. “I just…I don’t feel like talking about what’s stressing me out.” 

“Understandable.” Johnny nods. “I-I’m sorry I brought it up.” 

“You’re good.” With a deep inhale, you muster up the courage to look at Johnny and paint a small smile across your lips. “Tell me more about your parents. What are they like?”

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“Okay, no peeking.” Johnny playfully warns as his hands press over your eyes. He guides you, from behind, down the hallway and into his bedroom. When you come to a stop, Johnny lowers his hands and you slowly open your eyes. 

“You got a new drawer.” You suspiciously state, confused with the surprise he said he got you. 

“Yes, but it’s actually for you. I thought it would be easier to have some of your stuff here than to always pack an overnight bag.” Johnny grins, clearly proud of himself. 

You don’t have the heart to bring up and remind him of the eventual termination of your contract, opting to not ruin the kind gesture and thought he put into this. 

“I hope it isn’t too forward of me to do this.” Johnny rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling self-conscious about his spur of the moment trip to IKEA. “I just want you to feel comfortable here. If you hate it—”

“I love it.” You gently correct, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling your cheek against his chest. “Thank you, it’s the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.” You feel his body relax at your words, cupping the back of your head endearingly. 

“Think you love it enough to want to stay the night?” Johnny bashfully asks. “I don’t expect us to do anything, of course. I just…I wanna be with you.” 

When you look up and your eyes meet his, you both smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over the both of you like you both were finally able to breathe again. You nod, brushing your lips over his. 

“I’d love to stay here with you.” 

— The Flirty Client & A Jealous Worker.

Chaewon sits in the back of the meeting room, observing the way you and Johnny work together to win over yet another partnership. Her eyes don’t stray away from you, completely fascinated with the way you eloquently speak with confidence and assurance. Jotting down her observations, she notices the way one particular member from the group can’t keep his eyes off you, too — the one who introduced himself as Jeonghan Yoon, from some company in the east coast. 

“Are there any questions?” You ask, a charming smile dancing against your lips.

The group look at each other, completely won over by you and Johnny’s teamwork. Shaking their head, they begin opening their complimentary folders, signing the contract placed in them.  

“Chaewon, would you collect the paperwork please?” Johnny asks and Chaewon eagerly gets up, nodding her head and circling the table. She watches the way you and Johnny move around each other — with fluidity and ease, clearly comfortable with one another. 

When Chaewon gathers the papers, she hands them to Johnny. “We’ll go ahead and make copies, then update the files.” Johnny tells his intern, stuffing the papers in a folder. Johnny then turns to you. “I’ll get you the updated list of clients by the end of today.”

“Great, thank you.” You smile.

“Could I meet with you sometime today?” Chaewon asks you, batting her lashes. “I think your presentation was amazing and I’d like to ask a few questions for my observation notes.” 

“Sure,” you chuckle. “I’ll come find you after my next meeting.” 

“She’s right, your presentation was amazing.” An unfamiliar voice interjects itself in the conversation. When you look up, you’re greeted by a good looking client. “I’m Jeonghan. You’re Y/N, right?”

From the peripheral, you see Johnny’s posture straighten to its full height. Chaewon notices too as her eyes flick back to Johnny and the new client. 

“Y-yeah, hi,” You smile politely. “Thank you for the compliment. It’s a skill that comes with the job.” 

“Sure,” Jeonghan grins, “but the way you do it is captivating.” 

“I agree. We’re glad she transferred here.” Johnny interrupts, clearing his throat. “She’s amazing at her job.”

“She really is!” Chaewon adds, voice dripping with admiration. 

You smile at Johnny, then Chaewon. Heat suddenly creeps up onto your face, feeling too aware of the eyes on you. 

“Well, I’m looking forward to working with you.” Jeonghan smirks, eyes lingering on you a little too long for Johnny’s liking before flicking to Johnny himself. “Both of you, of course.” 

You’re unaware of the breath you’re holding until Johnny places a gentle hand on your back. “Thank you all for your time,” Johnny says before proceeding to guide you out the door with Chaewon following closely behind the two of you.

“Oh my god, Mr. Yoon is so into you!” Chaewon quietly says to you, though her words don’t escape Johnny’s line of hearing. 

“Chaewon,” Johnny sternly snaps, easily halting the three of you. “That comment is inappropriate. This isn’t some school hallway for gossip.”

Chaewon’s cheeks blush red, clearly embarrassed that Johnny scolded her. “I-I’m sorry. You’re right, I—” Chaewon looks at you, blinking rapidly. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. That comment was out of line.” 

“You’re fine,” you quickly say, soothing her embarrassment the best you can. “It’s important to remember they’re clients in a professional setting. Sometimes politeness can be mistaken for flirtation. You’re learning, it’s okay.” 

You watch her nod as her eyes fall to the floor. “I’m sorry again. You’re right, he’s probably just really polite.” 

You knew better than to think Jeonghan was only being polite. He was flirting, that much is clear. 

With the way Johnny instinctively made himself appear taller earlier and how his hand tightly grips the folder he’s holding now, not to mention snapping at his intern the way he did, he knew Jeonghan was flirting, too. 

And he didn’t like it.

❁❁❁❁❁

Johnny’s text comes as a surprise while you’re compiling reports. 

Meet me in my car for lunch.

When you do, you find yourself in the backseat straddling Johnny’s lap as you’re frantically lip locking with him like old times. His fingers brush away the strands of hair that’s fallen out of your updo before cupping the side of your neck. 

“What’s gotten into you?” You giggle between kisses as Johnny chases your lips with his.

His hand slides down your back, hiking up your pencil skirt until the fabric bunches around your waist. His hand travels down to your ass to grip a handful of your skin until it spills between the spaces of his fingers.

“I hate seeing someone flirting with you so blatantly,” Johnny admits, forehead pressing against yours. There’s an edge to his voice that makes your insides tingle with excitement. “Especially in front of me.”

You try to bite back a smirk, feeling the bulge in his pants harden when your slick seeps through your panties as your hips rock back and forth. The friction against your covered slit causes a trembling sigh to escape from between your lips. 

“I need to know you’re mine.” Johnny breathes, lips hovering over yours. “Tell me, baby. Tell me no one else can steal you away from me.”

Your fingers desperately undo Johnny’s leather belt and the button of his slacks as you mindlessly nod while your swollen lips weave with Johnny’s. “I’m yours.” You whimper, hand slipping into his pants and tugging on his thick and hardened shaft. You repeat his words back to him as he lifts his hips and drops his pants down to his knees. 

Johnny reaches into his middle console, pulling out a condom wrapper from a well used open box of condoms that he keeps for moments like this. Ripping the foil wrapper with his teeth, he smoothly slides the protection over his throbbing cock then pulls the fabric of your underwear to the side before lifting his hips.

As you sink onto him, Johnny groans against your mouth and slides his tongue over yours. With a harsh thrust, your body is flushed against his and you breathe out a sigh of pleasure, enjoying the way he fits perfectly inside you. 

Your fingers work fast to unbutton your blouse, allowing the soft fabric to slip off your shoulders and down your arms. Johnny’s swollen lips brush against your collarbone then down your cleavage. He presses kisses onto your pillowy mounds that are nearly spilling out of your pretty lace bra. Pulling your skin between his teeth, the delicious sting mixes with the pleasure of his thrusts that’s leaving you panting and breathless.

His hands clutch your hips, holding you in place as he bucks up and into you mercilessly. Johnny huffs and his breath warms your skin as his brutal pace ignites a fire behind your bellybutton. The tip of his cock presses into the sweet and soft button that sends nothing but pleasure through your body. With the way your aroused clit rubs against the skin at the base of his shaft, your head falls back, and your nails dig into his shoulders. 

The heat begins fogging up the windows and every nerve in your body pulls tight until you finally snap — your entire body dissolving into pleasure right before it falls onto his chest. 

His hips begin to stutter and his balls tighten while you desperately whine into his ear, begging him to come. His cock twitches and his cum releases in sharp pulses, hand snaking around the back of your neck and yanking you down to his lips while his hips thrust deeper on instinct.

Johnny’s eyes screw shut and his brows draw tightly together, his lips hovering over yours as he intakes a sharp inhale. “God you’re absolutely perfect,” Johnny praises, pressing a smile against your lips. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

— The Comforting Fort.

You hate to admit the way you’ve kept your distance from Chaewon for the past month. It’s no secret that she thrives on your attention and it’s starting to feel less flattering and more annoying. Regardless, being around her makes your stomach twist and your anxiety rise. 

You’ve also been noticing the way Chaewon looks at Johnny, and as much as you tell yourself you’re looking too deep into it, there’s a glint in her eyes when she looks at him. You’re not sure if it’s from admiration or lust, maybe both, but it’s enough to make you feel sick to your stomach. And it certainly doesn’t help overhearing Chaewon’s friends, over lunch when they think you’re out of earshot, gush over how handsome Johnny is and how lucky Chaewon is to be around him all the time. Chaewon tries to shush them and change the subject, but the way she blushes is telling.

Johnny has also begun to stay later than usual, helping Chaewon with her internship observations and filling out the necessary paperwork that he doesn’t have time for throughout the day. 

What’s even worse is your mind has started to betray you, making you feel utterly insecure as the months go by despite trying your best to stay afloat. 

And you hate it. 

You hate the way it’s starting to seep into your life — affecting your sleep, your concentration, and more importantly your confidence is slowly beginning to wither away with comparisons to the young and beautiful intern that Johnny has spent so much time with. You also hate the way you’re scared to talk to Johnny about everything because you’re too afraid your vulnerability will equate to not being the confident person he wants. 

“You’re quiet tonight,” Johnny says, stroking your bare arm as you’re tangled up in your sheets with him. Your favorite movie plays idle in the background, serving as white noise while both you and Johnny still reel from back to back pleasure to make up for the lack of quality time spent between the two of you. “Is everything okay?” 

You nod, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “Everything’s fine.” 

“Yeah? Then why don’t I believe you?” He quietly scolds and you give him a quiet chuckle, feeling him pull your naked body closer to his. “You’d tell me if something’s wrong, right?” Johnny asks, gently lacing his fingers between yours. “Like if I did something wrong, you’d tell me.” 

You nod again, watching the way he softly kisses each of your knuckles. Tilting your chin slightly, he presses a kiss to your lips. 

For a moment, everything feels right in the world and all of your worries disappear. Johnny has always been good at that, making you stay present and focusing on just him. 

A little too good, sometimes. 

But it certainly does feel nice. 

Johnny doesn’t say it but he senses your unwillingness to be around Chaewon. He notices the way you tense up around the mention of her, so he’s tried his best not to bring her up. But he finds it difficult when his work life and personal life weave seamlessly together. 

Like now, when Johnny’s work phone notification comes in and it’s from Chaewon. 

Your lungs tighten and the knot in your stomach tightens. The moment of peace you felt is shattered when Johnny makes it a point to reply to her message — letting you go in the process. A sting of rejection floods you and you try your best to bury it. It’s not Johnny’s fault; he’s being attentive, just not to you, and that isn’t a crime. 

“Is that Chaewon?” You quietly ask, pulling your blanket higher up your chest. “Is everything okay?” 

Johnny simply nods, eyes still glued to his work phone as his thumbs quickly reply to her message. “Just about tomorrow’s meeting. Nothing important.” 

“She’s doing well at the company. You think she’ll apply when the internship is over?” 

“Not sure.” Johnny sharply inhales, rereading the paragraph he typed out before sending it. “I hope so. She’s really hard working and the company could use someone as dedicated to work as she is.” Johnny silences his phone and places it on the nightstand, screen facing down. “She reminds me of you sometimes.” 

You’re sure Johnny didn’t mean for that comment to get under your skin, but it does. If Chaewon reminds him of you, there’s a possibility he could—

No. 

You stop your train of toxic thought, reminding yourself of Jaehyun’s words about his friend: loyal to a fault. 

Johnny is a loyal man. He would never. But then again he doesn’t owe you loyalty, you’re not officially dating. He’s not your boyfriend. 

Johnny’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his warmth. “Hey,” he whispers, kissing your temple. “Where’d you go just now?”

“Huh?” You look up at him, dazed by his words as you’re suddenly brought back to the moment.

“You looked deep in thought. What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours, baby?” 

“N-nothing.” Another small, tight smile paints your lips. “Just thinking about work.”

Johnny huffs in dissatisfaction. “That’s not good.”

“Why do you mean?”

“Thinking about work after I made you come three times means I didn’t do a good enough job at pleasing you like I thought I did.” 

Johnny drags his lips down your neck, nose outlining your jawline. Your knees part instinctively and Johnny lowers himself between your thighs, his tip already probing your slick and creamy entrance. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. Let me do better.” 

❁❁❁❁❁

It’s difficult to sleep when your mind runs a mile a minute thinking about everything going wrong in your life. Normally, Johnny sleeping next to you is enough to help you sleep through the night, but lately his presence hasn’t had that effect.

Carefully swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you tip toe your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. The apartment is quiet and being alone with your thoughts are starting to make you feel lonelier than ever. 

As you make it back to the bedroom, you catch Johnny stirring in his sleep. His soft snores and the ticking of the analog clock perched just above the bed fills the room. You settle on a single seater armchair next to the window, quietly taking in the view of the neighborhood surrounding the apartment. Swinging your legs over the armrest, you try to quiet down your loud thoughts enough to realize how tired you are, hoping you’d be able to fall asleep right then and there.

But five minutes quickly turn into 40 and you’re still wide awake, holding the empty glass cup you finished 15 minutes ago. 

Johnny’s arm tries to sling over your body, only for it to fall flat onto the mattress. His eyes flutter open, realizing you aren’t next to him like he thought. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he spots you staring out the window so lost in thought even his sleepy voice isn’t enough to break you from your trance. 

Making his way over, he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your body jerks forward, startled by his touch before he profusely apologizes.

“Sorry baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He kneels to your eye level, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Are you having a hard time sleeping?” 

You nod, your gaze landing on the empty cup you’ve been circling the rim of. “Just a lot on my mind, but I’m okay.” You say, gently cupping your palm against his cheek. “You can go back to bed. I’ll be there in a bit.” 

Johnny scans your features, eyes quickly softening when he realizes how weary you look. You’ve never had the best sleeping schedule, always working into the early mornings, but Johnny could tell this type of exhaustion was different and he wished you could confide in him, but he didn’t want to push in fear of scaring you away. 

“Wait here.” Johnny quietly says. You watch as he gathers extra pillows and blankets and makes his way into the living room, unsure of what he’s doing. 

When you walk out of the bedroom to place the cup in the sink, you can’t help but notice the way Johnny uses the backing of chairs and the sofa to hold up the blankets. The coffee table in the middle of the room has been pushed to the side and it’s only when Johnny begins to throw the pillows under the makeshift ceiling made of blankets and comforters, you realize he made a fort big enough to fit the both of you — and in record breaking time. 

“Ta-da!” He proudly says, presenting his improvised shelter. “I used to make forts in my room when I was a kid and couldn’t sleep. I’d sleep on the floor and wake up with my parents asking why I’d choose the floor over my bed. I thought maybe it could help you fall asleep, too. You can sleep here alone or if you’d like me to join you, I could do that too. Whatever you want.”

The gesture makes you teary-eyed and you can’t verbally express how much it means to you that he cares enough to make you feel comfortable. Your arms wrap around his bare torso, feeling his hand endearingly cup the back of your head. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, “I’d love it if you could stay with me. I always sleep better when I’m with you.” 

Johnny smiles, taking your hand in his and leading you into the fort that suddenly feels like a separate world with just the two of you — a world where nothing can hurt you when you two are together.

— The Lie.

Johnny isn’t one to break promises. In fact, he rarely makes them in fear he won’t be able to uphold them and he won’t risk disappointing people — especially you. You’re not one to beg a guy for his time. If a man won’t make time for you, it’s no problem. You’ll find a man who will. 

But on this Friday night, somehow everything goes against what either of you normally do. 

Johnny broke a promise he was supposed to keep and you’re begging him to stay the night with you. Loneliness isn’t a foreign concept to you, in fact, you’ve come to differentiate between being alone and feeling lonely. Right now, you were both.

Your conversation with Johnny from earlier today replays in your head. Your laptop sits on your lap while papers filled with graphs and numbers are littered on the coffee table in front of you. An old series you’ve rewatched many times before serves as background noise while you try to get ahead of work.

“Don’t hate me. I know I said I’ll spend the weekend, but I completely forgot I made plans that I can’t skip.” Johnny whispers, a comforting hand resting on your arm. “I’ll make sure to call you tonight.”

You try to not let the disappointment show as Johnny speaks. “Would you be able to come over tomorrow instead? I…we haven’t been spending a lot of time together lately and—”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m staying with my parents this weekend. I must’ve forgotten to tell you.” He looks at you apologetically, before his eyes flick down to his watch. “Next weekend, I promise.” 

You didn’t press Johnny further, you just obediently nodded before he gave you a reassuring squeeze of your hand and walked out of your office. You buried yourself in work, like you always do, to numb yet another sting of rejection from Johnny who probably didn’t even realize how much weight his words carried. 

Your eyes flick to the digital numbers on the top right of your screen. 10:48 PM. By now, you’d be on the phone with Johnny and he’d be asking for you to recount the events of your day because he simply liked hearing the sound of your voice. You’d eventually hear the sleepiness in his voice, a deep and sexy rasp that would make your body flush with heat whenever he’d call you the pet name he’d settled on that day.

A big part of you wanted to give up on waiting for his call and call it a night, but a small part of you still held onto the hope he’d just show up and spend the weekend with you like he promised. As the minutes pass, the hope slowly dwindles and is replaced with another wave of disappointment.

Just as you’re about to call it a night, your phone rings and Johnny’s contact photo — the night taken at Yuta’s bar — pops up with his name on your screen. Your heart jumps in excitement as you reach for your phone. The excitement in your voice is palpable and you can already feel Johnny smiling on the other end.

”I hope I’m not too late. Think you could let me in? I’m outside.” As if planned, there’s a knock on your front door. “I come bearing gifts as well, if you’re up for it.”

You embarrassingly stumble on your feet as you leap off the couch. Your front door flies open and you’re greeted by a grinning Johnny who lowers his phone and lifts a white plastic bag filled with a takeout box from a restaurant near work that you frequent from time to time. 

Johnny doesn’t wait to be invited in as he steps in and carefully places your late night dinner on a nearby table before he swoops you into a bear hug and lifts you off the wooden floor in the process. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t stay.” He mumbles into your skin. “I wanted to stop by to bring you something to eat in case you ‘forgot’ to take a break and have dinner.” When he lowers you, he gently swipes away the little hairs sticking to your forehead before a kiss lands on your skin. “I also needed to see you before driving to my parents’ place—” His hands gently cups your cheeks and tilts your head up until your gazes meet. “—and tell you how much I miss you.”

There’s a bittersweet relief that washes over you; sadness knowing Johnny isn’t here to surprise you to stay the night like you wished, but knowing he missed you just as you did with him gives you hope that everything between you two are okay. 

He went out of his way to see you, that’s enough. Or at the very least, it should be enough.

And yet, a tiny part of you feels like it isn’t.

“I miss you, too.” You breathe as your gaze flicks between his irises. “Do you have to leave tonight? Can you—” 

You thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask one more time, thinking he’d change his mind, but his apologetic eyes give you the answer to the question you stopped yourself from fully asking. It did hurt and the squeeze of your heart proved that. Your eyes shamefully drop, along with your head, when you look away. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Johnny quietly breathes, pulling you into his embrace. The tip of his nose nuzzles against your temple and you fist his shirt as if it’ll keep him here longer. “I promise I’ll text and call and give you updates. This weekend is…really important.”

You nod, feeling your eyes prickle before you bury your face in his chest in hopes he won’t see you cry and think you’re overreacting. “You’ll drive safely and text me when you get there?” You try to hide the tremble in your voice but the way Johnny hugs you tighter lets you know he heard it anyway. 

“I will.”

❁❁❁❁❁

The next morning, you wake up to a handful of texts from Johnny and you’re glad to know he kept the promises he made before leaving last night. He started his day early, a photo of his breakfast he sent you is time stamped at exactly 8 in the morning, followed by a series of messages and pin drops of locations you two should visit if you’re both in the area together. 

A smile tugs on your lips as Johnny continues to send you photos and updates while you prepare for your weekly debrief with Mina and your manager from your home company. As per usual, you and Mina are the first ones in the video call, waiting for your beloved manager, Tiffany, to join. 

“Did you get Tiff’s email about some good news?” Mina asks, sipping on her glass filled with her usual morning coffee. “What do you think it is?”

“A raise, I hope.” You scoff. “Or at the very least, hazard pay for dealing with Choi and his recklessness.” 

Mina grins as she uses her fingers to brush back the roots of her hair. “I think that’d only extend to you, ma chérie. Unless you can convince Tiffany, I don’t think that’s the good news she’s gonna share.”

”Hey, I’m very persuasive.” With a playful wink, both you and Mina giggle just before a doorbell goes off to let you know someone has joined the video conference. 

“Good morning, ladies.” Tiffany smiles. Her hair is pushed into a sleek bun and based on the attire you can see she’s wearing, she’s on her way to her Pilates class after this meeting. “Thank you so much for meeting with me this Saturday morning. Before we get started, I’d like to check in and see how things are that aren’t work related.” 

This is always Mina’s favorite part. You, not so much. She loves catching Tiffany up on the things you hear throughout the week and Tiffany loves it just as much. 

Your manager has always taken a liking to both you and Mina, always saying how you two are the breath of fresh air in a burning building. You still aren’t quite sure what that means exactly but you take the compliment anyway. 

When the attention turns to you, Tiffany can’t help but comment on how much you’ve physically changed the past couple of weeks — looking more exhausted and worn out despite your effort to look the opposite. “We have a client who gave me a gift card to a spa…” Tiffany trails off, quickly typing away. “Here it is! There’s a location near you. I’m sending you the link and you need to promise me you’ll use it, okay?”

”Always your favorite, huh?” Mina jokingly says, dramatically rolling her eyes at the camera. 

“You don’t need it seeing as you just got your nails done. A new set, I see. It’s pretty.” Tiffany laughs, watching the way Mina wiggles her fingers to show off her newly done nails.

”It’s a new place and I’m taking your favorite employee there next weekend!” Mina claps excitedly. “Y/N, clear your schedule because we’re spending some quality time together whether you like it or not.”

You surrender to Mina’s weightless threat, looking down at your phone when another one of Johnny’s updates comes through. When you look back at your screen, both women are waiting for your updates and you give a few tidbits, that didn’t involve sneaking around with Johnny, until they’re satisfied. 

“Tiff, if you don’t mind, can you please tell us what the ‘good news’ in your email is referring to?” Mina asks outright, clearly eager to know details.

Tiffany chuckles then nods. “I must preface by saying it’s only good news if you enjoy it there.” Your manager sharply inhales. “We’re extending your contracts for another six months and we’re also looking into possibly having an office there. I don’t want to go into the second part just yet but I did want it to be in your minds.”

You and Mina give each other a slightly disappointed look, hoping for more than telling you two that you’ll be doing work there a little longer. 

When your manager catches on, she giggles. “And yes, there is a big bonus when you complete the extension of your contract.” 

Mina squeals in excitement and the first thing that comes to mind is telling Johnny the good news. Both you and Mina eventually say your goodbyes to your manager and switch to a FaceTime call to work on weekly debriefing notes together to send Tiffany.

“Oh! By the way, where were you last night?” Mina pouts at the screen as she throws her long thick hair into a messy bun. “I know you’re a workaholic, but I’d at least like to think you’d take a break sometimes.”

“Last night? What was happening last night?” The confusion in your voice makes Mina confused. Adjusting her laptop screen, she maneuvers onto her stomach and a pillow rests under her chest. 

“The get together for the interns. The majority of the department came.” Mina shares. Her eyebrows pull tight and she cocks her head to the side. “Didn’t John tell you? He’s the one who organized it.”

Your heart stops and it crashes down into the deepest part of your stomach. You try to swallow the lump that’s made a home in your throat, feeling a sense of betrayal run through your entire body. 

“Ev-every intern was there?” You stammer as your chest tightens. Your mind runs a mile a minute, confused and hurt that Johnny not only lied to you, but purposefully left you out. 

“Yeah,” Mina nods, thinking back on last night’s events. “They were all there. John didn’t tell you?”

You so badly want to yell out the truth, to break down in front of Mina and have her comfort you in the way she knows how. But before you could, you’re covering for Johnny and you can't stop yourself. 

“N-no, he did.” You swallow, suddenly feeling lightheaded and dizzy. 

Your hands tremble as you silence your phone from Johnny’s notifications, feeling embarrassed that you’ve been the only one left out like no one wanted you there — like Johnny didn’t want you there. 

“I completely forgot. Work had me… tied up…with the Evermore presentation on Monday.”

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.” Mina looks at you empathetically like everything suddenly made sense. “You were probably cooped up stressing over everything. I should’ve called, but I assumed when I brought it up to John and he said you were busy working…” she sighs, beating herself up for her lack of attention. “…you were working on reports, not the presentation.”

You feel like the air has been knocked out of you with how the room suddenly begins to shift. Your eyes screw shut and a disgusted feeling overwhelms you when you think about Johnny stopping by last night. Your mind begins to play a cruel trick on you, filling your brain with images of Johnny and Chaewon together — sneaking away from the crowd, finding a dark corner of the bar to be alone, and even presenting you with the image of the two of them alone in his bed. 

Bile rises up your throat and you beeline it to the toilet, dropping your computer in the process. You can barely hear Mina’s concerned voice over your retching and sobs. The ringing in your ears won’t stop and every time you shut your eyes for a moment of peace, you’re introduced to another painful image your mind has created for you that makes you sob harder. 

“I’m on my way!” You manage to hear Mina say. 

“No!” You force yourself to yell out, voice raspy and hoarse. “I-I’m okay. I’ll call you back.” Crawling to your laptop, you end the call abruptly before curling yourself into a ball on your bed. 

Every excuse you try to give Johnny to explain away his behavior flies out the window because he lied to you. He didn’t want you there and you don’t understand why.

— The Worn Out Transfer & The Downfall.

Your body is completely spent and not in a good way. 

You managed to dodge Mina’s line of questions long enough to finish the debriefing notes, blaming your actions and low energy on eating something that disagreed with your stomach and the stress of the presentation. You’re not sure if Mina believed you, but you’ve just added it to the bottom of the long list of things you’re worried about. 

You’ve also been dodging Johnny’s texts and calls, unable to stomach the thought of being lied to by him for a reason you’re unsure of. His worried texts were scattered throughout the day and you managed quick messages that told him you were away from your phone or you had fallen asleep. Unlike Mina, Johnny didn’t believe you but you opted for simply screening his calls than to explain what’s wrong before a huge client meeting.

After a restless night, you spent your morning depuffing your face and soothing your swollen eyes until they were back to its normal state, or at the very least, resembled its normal state. You tried your best to do your makeup, but the made up images of Johnny with Chaewon continued to flash through your mind over and over again until you simply just gave up. 

After all, Johnny isn’t above office romances and you knew that all too well.

The elevator dings on your floor and the metal doors smoothly slide open. When they do, you see your normal morning crew lingering by the reception desk.

“Morn—oh…” Mina’s face drops into a deep frown. “Hey…are you okay?”

Both Jisung and Chenle look up at you, brows rising in surprise just before it furrows with concern. 

“You don’t look so good, Y/N.” Chenle says, quickly regretting his words when Jisung pinches his arm. 

“Have a little more tact.” Jisung warns through gritted teeth. “That’s the last thing she wants to hear.” 

Brushing off his friend, Chenle looks at you and catches the way you look away in embarrassment. Your usual no make up day doesn’t give you this much attention until now and it’s making you self-conscious. “I mean, she looks sick.” Chenle reiterates, looking at Mina who nods in agreement. “Maybe you should take the day—”

“The Evermore group is coming today.” You quietly say, arms gripping tight around the laptop pressed against your chest. “I need to be here for the presentation.”

“Yeah, but—” Mina is cleanly cut off when Johnny calls your name, all eyes on him now. 

When you look up to see him, Johnny freezes as his eyes scan over your entire body. His eyes quickly fill with worry at the sight of you. The way your eyes drop low just before you look away completely to avoid eye contact doesn’t go unnoticed by Johnny and neither does the way your cheeks lack your usual blush color or how you’re desperately trying to stop your hands from trembling. 

“Hey, can I speak with you?” Johnny gently asks, trying to hide the urgency in his voice as if any other tone would shatter you into pieces. 

You brush past him without a word and unlock your office door. The natural morning light spills through the huge windows and you don’t have the energy to flick on the overhead lights after dropping your belongings onto your desk.

“Are you okay?” Johnny asks, carefully tugging on your arm to look at him. He cups your cheeks and tilts your head up to meet your exhausted eyes. “You haven’t answered any of my calls or texts.” 

“I’m fine, John.” You softly reply, breaking eye contact with him as you push his hands away from you. “I had a lot to do. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” 

“It’s—” he pauses, watching the way you move around your office with unease. There’s a squeeze to his chest that tells him there’s more to what you’re telling him, but lately there always seems to be more than what you’ve been saying these past few months. 

“John, I need to get some work done. What did you want to talk about?” 

There’s an iciness to your tone that makes Johnny want to crawl out of his skin. A tone that he’s never heard from you before. His lips part to say something but nothing comes out, feeling like a fool for standing there completely dumbfounded at your words. 

“I—” Johnny stammers, “—just wanted to see that you were okay. That we’re okay.” 

Every fiber in your body wants to scream out, to reach for Johnny for comfort. But you can’t. Not here at the office and especially not on the day you need to win over one of the most difficult and demanding groups of clients you’ve ever encountered. You could feel the bagel you nibbled on this morning coming back up with the way your stomach churned at his words. 

You nod, avoiding Johnny’s eyes. “I’ll see you at the meeting.” Taking a seat, you refocus on your computer, hyper aware of every move you make as you type in your computer’s password. Your lungs constrict as you hold your breath, feeling Johnny’s hesitation to leave. 

But you don’t dare to look at him because if you do you’ll break down in tears and you won’t be able to stop. 

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“Good luck, Miss Y/N.” Jisung quickly calls out as you pass the reception desk and head towards the conference room.

You give the young man the first genuine smile you could muster before mouthing a ‘thank you’ towards him. In return, he gives you two thumbs up with a smile that helps you forget, even for a short moment, that you’re walking into a shark tank.

As you linger outside the conference room, you take a second to brace yourself to see Johnny — who you expect to be in the front of the room setting up the presentation, and Chaewon — sitting in the back of the room either taking notes or completing a task the program she’s in, requires. 

As expected, Johnny looks at you when you enter, mumbling a quiet greeting but there’s no Chaewon in sight. However, that guilt of quick relief is pushed aside when she walks in, bright eyed and eager to see what takes place in the conference room that isn’t meetings with Mina and Doyoung. 

Chaewon greets you cheerfully, offering to help with passing out folders for the clients. Handing her the stack of folders, you thank her, watching her effortlessly circle the conference table with grace.

There’s a sudden feeling of unwantedness that hits you when you realize you feel out of place in a room that you’re usually the most confident in. You pull out the notes you meticulously organized and printed, placing a copy next to Johnny’s laptop and another next to Chaewon’s belongings. A dizzy spell hits you and you’re quickly regretting not eating something substantial before this.

Chaewon feels the tension in the room, watching the way you and Johnny move around each other like neither of you want to step on each other’s toes. When she places the last folder, she paints on a pretty smile and looks at you. 

“How was your weekend, Y/N?” Chaewon asks, cutting through the tense silence between you and Johnny. 

“Fine.” You hesitantly respond, forcing a smile to your lips. “How was yours?” You grab the back of a chair to keep you upright as you wait for the lightheadedness to pass. 

“Great!” Chaewon beams. She rambles as she recounts what she and her friends did — the club, a friendship picnic, and visiting the museum. “Oh, by the way, we missed you Friday night! John said you couldn’t make it to the party because you were working late.” 

This time when you look at Johnny, he sharply inhales and you see the muscle in his jaw tick. 

And for the first time, he doesn’t look back at you. 

Your eyes begin to sting as your tears threaten to brim your waterline. “Y-yeah,” you sharply inhale, trying to patch up your squeezing heart to get you through this. “I usually, um, work late on Fridays. I’m so sorry I missed it.” 

“It’s okay!” Chaewon smiles, taking a seat in the back of the room. “I’m sure there’ll be more opportunities. It was fun to get to know everyone outside of work and how different they are when alcohol is involved.”

Your sights flick to Johnny who tugs on his collar like the tie he has on is suffocating him. He doesn’t bother to look at you, clearly unable to focus on anything else but the notes in front of him. You fight the way your brain tries to remind you how flirty Johnny gets when he’s drunk and that Chaewon knows about it first hand, too. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Chaewon softly asks, watching the way you shut your eyes and begin rubbing your temple. 

Johnny’s eyes flick up into your direction, making sure you’re okay knowing how worried he’s been since seeing you this morning. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You nod. “I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” 

A knock on the door catches the attention of the three of you and the group you’re expecting begin to fill up the chairs surrounding the large conference table.

Johnny’s quick reaction has him greeting the group, inviting them in and introducing them to both you and Chaewon. He doesn’t miss a beat, starting off the presentation exactly how you two rehearsed. When you begin presenting your portion of the presentation, explaining the company’s growth and the strategy set in place, you think you’ll be able to get through this. 

But that moment is short lived when you begin to feel lightheaded again, this time worse than before. 

You lose track of your thought process and Johnny looks at you concerned, smoothly swooping in to pick up where you left off. Johnny’s words begin to blur together and as you try to refocus, the entire room spins and the chattering begins to overlap. 

Your vision blurs, but when you close your eyes for a second of relief, the darkness greets you with a cruel image of Johnny sneaking away with Chaewon – her fingers raking through his hair and his hands on her hips, shoving their tongues down each other’s throat. 

Johnny gently calls out your name, ripping you away from the image in your head. He looks at you with deep worry and his eyes drop down to your trembling hands. 

When you look at the group of people staring back at you, you already see one of them shake their head disapprovingly. You try to say something — the lines you rehearsed, the part of the script you’ve perfectly curated for this moment, an apology, anything. But instead, your face turns hot and clammy and beads of sweat slowly start to form on the back of your neck. 

Chaewon stands, face full of worry and you suddenly feel Johnny’s hand press against your lower back to keep you from stumbling backwards, but his touch feels foreign and unwanted. 

Your stomach twists and the contents you tried to hold down are starting to come back up. 

Fast.

“I-I’m sor—” That’s all anyone in the room can make out before your hand flies to your mouth and you rush out of the room. 

The bathroom door flies open, hitting the tiled wall with a slam before you drop to your knees in front of the toilet. Hot tears fall from your eyes and your throat burns, clutching your abdomen and silently praying to make it all stop.

“Oh my god!” You hear Mina’s voice behind you, followed by a separate gasp. “Hey,” Mina coos, palm circling against your back. “You’re okay.” 

“I’ll get some water for her.” The voice, belonging to Chaewon, says frantically before scurrying off to the break room. 

You lean against the wall of the bathroom stall, this time tears helplessly streaming down your face. “I fucked up.” You sobbed through gasps, hand pressed to your chest as Mina stands to grab a paper towel from its dispenser, wetting it a little before helping you wipe the tears streaking your cheeks and handing it to you to wipe around your mouth. 

Chaewon returns with an unopened water bottle, squatting next to Mina. “You looked like you were about to pass out,” Chaewon shares, gently moving a piece of hair from your forehead. 

“I-I gotta get back in there—” you frantically say, standing up too quickly and needing to use the wall behind you to steady yourself. “We can’t lose—”

Chaewon presses her hands into your arms, forcing your focus onto her. “John is covering for you. He said you weren’t feeling well and you thought you could get through it. They’re gonna discuss rescheduling after Mina and Doyoung’s presentation.” 

“This isn’t your fault.” Mina rubs a palm on your back, sorrow dripping from her aura knowing how hard on yourself you’ll be. “It’ll be okay.” 

You want so badly to tell her it is your fault. It’s your fault for hooking up with Johnny. Your fault for continuing it. It's your fault for getting jealous and you allowed it to get to you, nearly losing a deal with important clients. 

It is your fault for letting your professional and personal life blur. 

“Maybe you should take the rest of the day off.” Mina gently recommends as she watches you take little sips of the water bottle. “You can’t be on top of your game if you’re not taking care of yourself.”

You look at Chaewon, then at Mina before you ultimately surrender. “Yeah,” you nod, “I do just need some rest. A day or two will help.”

“I can walk you to your car, just in case.” Chaewon offers and the sincerity in her voice makes you feel all kinds of guilt for not being as open to her as everyone else has been. 

“And I’ll talk to John.” Mina reassures. “He’s probably really worried. He nearly rushed into the bathroom before he stopped himself  realizing it was the woman’s restroom. I had to remind him to tend to the group.” 

Your mind is a mess and it’s Chaewon who brings you back. “Grab your things. I’ll meet you by the elevator.”

When you meet with Chaewon, the elevator door opens right on time. Stepping in, you clutch your stomach as you watch the young girl’s manicured nail press the lobby button. Just you look up, you catch a glimpse of Johnny and the worried look on his face just as the elevator doors close.

— The Fallout.

Your phone has been going off with messages from Mina checking in and assuring you that the Evermore group is looking forward to meeting you and Johnny again when you’re feeling better. 

You catch the first couple of words in Johnny’s text: I’m outside. Johnny’s name was the last person you expected to see, or maybe it was the one person you wanted to see. Trudging your way towards the front door, you crack it open and spot an apologetic Johnny holding a small brown paper bag in one hand and a white plastic bag in the other. 

“What’re you doing here?” You quietly ask, feeling a wave of exhaustion so bad you feel it in your bones. 

Crying all afternoon wasn’t what you intended to do, but the emotions you’ve bottled up spilled out all at once the second you walked through your front door. 

“I wanted to bring you something…” he holds up what he has in his hands. “…with an explanation and apology, too.” 

For a split second, you’re tempted to tell him to leave and slam the door shut, but you can’t find it in your heart to do it when Johnny patiently waits, holding his breath in anticipation, for your decision. As you pull the door wider, you step aside to let Johnny in. 

Setting down the white plastic bag that contains some sort of take-out soup, Johnny hands you the brown paper bag. His hands slide into his pockets and his shoulders shrugging until it reaches his ears. “Mina said you weren’t feeling well, so I stopped by to get you something warm…and, uh—”

Opening up the bag, your brows shoot up. 

“A pregnancy test?” You quirk a brow. “I’m not…” shaking your head, you shove the test back into the bag. 

“Mina said you were throwing up a-and you looked sick.” Johnny explains as he nervously swallows. “With our track record, I just thought it’d give you a peace of mind. I know it’d give me a little relief if you aren’t—”

“I’m not pregnant. I’m on birth control, remember?” 

“I know, but sometimes it fails and—”

You lift your palm to stop him in the middle of his sentence. “You said you also came with an explanation and apology.” 

The color drains from Johnny’s face, a shiver running down his spine as your words slice through him. For someone so tall, he sure does feel small at this very moment. 

“What Chaewon said about Friday night,” Johnny gulps. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Your heart cracks, hearing him finally admit it. You look down at your bare feet, feeling your entire world shift on its axis. You hoped for a better excuse, one you didn’t think of, but the truth is: there isn’t anything he could say that would make you feel better about what he did. 

And you wondered what other things your mind was right about. 

“I see the way you tense around Chaewon, how distant you’ve become since she started her internship and I connected the dots. I figured you wouldn’t wanna go.” Johnny sighs, regret dripping from his words. “I should’ve told you anyway. I’m sorry. I thought I was sparing your feelings by not mentioning it. Plus, it wasn’t anything special, just a get together to get the interns to mingle with everyone.”

You stay silent, arms crossing over your stomach to hug yourself in a pathetic attempt to somehow protect yourself from any other kind of pain that might arise. 

“I realize it was a dumb decision, but I did it anyway. I’m so sorry, baby. I promise it won’t happen ever again.” 

Johnny steps toward you, desperately wanting to pull you into a hug to make sure everything is okay — to tell himself that he didn’t completely fuck up with the woman he’d do anything for. But his world comes crashing when you take a step back, refusing to look up at him. 

“Did something happen between you two?” 

Your words are barely a whisper, but it strikes Johnny in his gut. 

“Is that why you came afterwards? Did you even go to see your parents or was that a lie too?” 

His lungs constrict, forgetting how to breathe. Every question felt like an accusation and every accusation felt like another stab to his chest. With the way you look up at him, tears brimming with hot salty tears when he doesn’t answer, he realizes his silence sounds like admission.

“N-no.” He shakes his head profusely. “No, nothing happened. Nothing happened with anyone. I swear! I came to see you afterwards because I did miss you and I missed you all weekend. How could you—” he stops himself, suddenly realizing he’s shifting the blame. “W-why would you think that?” 

You go quiet again, feeling a pang of heartache at his question. You don’t know how to tell him how you’ve been feeling — he’s a pro at communication and you’re not. So you don’t. Instead, you do what you do best: burying it away and throwing away the key. 

“I could never do that to you,” Johnny’s voice slightly trembles. “Please, you have to believe me. I-I know how this looks like, but I swear to god, nothing has ever happened and nothing ever will.”

“Y-you’re right.” You swallow, eyes feeling relief when the hot tears finally streak down your cheeks. “Nothing will happen. Not anymore. I-I can’t do this anymore, Johnny.” 

You push through the lump in your throat.

“It made me sick to my stomach to think about you and Chaewon today, so much so I fucked up today’s client meeting because I felt like I was losing y—” 

Your voice cracks and your hand reaches for your throat, feeling like your own words are suffocating you as you try to push them out. 

Johnny sees the way you struggle, instinctively reaching for your hand only to have you pull away, again. The whites of his eyes have reddened over the past couple of minutes, clearly holding back the tears he desperately wants to let go of. 

“You were never losing me,” Johnny reassures, voice quieter than expected. “I’m so sorry I ever made you feel that way.” 

“It doesn’t matter. Not anymore,” you gulp, using the sleeve of your sweater to wipe your cheeks. “We can’t do this. I can’t separate my emotions without it affecting my work. I-I don’t know how to. I’m sorry.”

You’ve rendered Johnny speechless before, but not like this.

Not in the way where it feels like you ripped out his heart and squeezed it until it shattered into a million pieces in your hand. It all happened too quickly for him to process the fact you’re ending everything. 

His body must have gone into autopilot from the shock that one mistake made him lose you. The next thing he knows is he’s standing outside your apartment and handing you the spare key you wanted back, then he’s staring at your apartment number hanging on your front door. 

He stands there for a long moment in silence, using your front door to brace himself. With his back pressed into the wooden material, he slides down onto your welcome mat needing to take a minute to process everything that just happened. His head gently rests against your door and when he looks down, he catches your shadow under the crack of the door.

Pulling your knees to your chest, you try to quiet your sobs, but it’s no use. Johnny hears you, desperately wishing he could hold you and undo everything that he did to hurt you. It’s quiet, but you hear Johnny’s voice on the other side of the door. 

“I’m really sorry.” He starts, eyes already stinging as he bites back his tears. “If you need space, I’ll give you space. If you need a friend, I’ll be here. If you need to forget about me…” he sharply inhales, not bothering to finish his sentence. “Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you. Even if that means nothing to you, it means everything to me.”

A beat of silence passes and you wonder if he left, but you hear his voice again — though the thick piece of wood between the two of you drowns out the way his words quiver as he finally lets his tears fall.

“You mean everything to me. Please don’t forget that.” 

You sob harder into the bend of your arm, feeling the door move slightly to tell you Johnny’s no longer on the other side of the door. 

Another painful reminder that you’re alone. 

Again.

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WANT YOU BACK // JOHNNY SUH (ENG VER)

── .✦Johnny Suh × Fem!Reader, fluff, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, first love… and that’s it all!!!

A/N: Again, English isn’t my first language, and I’m not very confident using it, but I like translating some of my posts for a wider reach, so here we are!!! I hope you enjoy it!!! Xoxo, love you guys!!! 💋❤️

— Do you promise you won’t look? — you asked, peeking through a small crack in the bathroom door.

Johnny was sitting on one of the twin beds in the hotel room. He nodded, and you smiled, embarrassed, before closing the door.

You had forgotten your pajamas. Your suitcase was a vast sea of formal clothes and tailored suits—impeccable, but completely useless at that moment. Thankfully, you had packed your prettiest underwear… not because you knew you’d be sharing a room with Johnny.

In fact, you had no idea.

Johnny still kept pictures of you in a small box at the back of his closet. He didn’t really know why he had kept them for so long—or rather, he knew exactly why. Even after the pact you made ten years ago, when you decided to break up to pursue your careers, believing you would never cross paths again, he had never liked anyone the way his twenty-year-old self had liked you.

He tried. He put in the effort. He wanted things to work with someone else. But it was as if he were a piece of a puzzle that only fit yours. No one else’s.

Your relationships hadn’t fared any better over the past decade. It almost felt like fate: the two of you suffering through other loves, only to find your way back to each other in the end—because you worked together and had a group trip planned.

And you weren’t even supposed to be in Johnny’s room.

But there had been a mix-up with the reservation, which ended with him calmly asking:

— Do you want to share a room?

And you answering, just as solemnly:

— Of course. Why not?

The funniest part was that it had been a rhetorical question. You knew exactly why not. You knew your body would go on high alert, that you’d feel the weight of his gaze on you, that you’d look back… and that maybe—

— It looks cute on you.

You laughed as you stepped out of the bathroom. You had never handled diminutives well—you always felt like Johnny said things like that just to please you. But it was either that or sleep in a suit, and as comfortable as your outfits were during conferences, they were far from cozy.

— Johnny, this is basically a tent.

— It’s not my fault you’re tiny… is it politically correct to say that?

— It’s not my fault you have gigantism.

— I think in adults it’s called acromegaly.

— Can you stop being annoyingly smart?

Johnny smiled, and for a moment, it felt like time had rewound. That light, teasing dynamic—just like when you were younger. When he would mess with you, but it always ended with kisses on your bed, in your parents’ house. When you’d take pictures in every photo booth you found because you were obsessed with them—and always had to pay twice so each of you could keep a copy.

— Come here.

He asked, and you nodded, a little unsure. You bit your lower lip as your messy bun came undone, strands of hair falling like cascades over your shoulders.

Johnny had always liked that.

And he liked it even more when you sat beside him.

There were differences between the twenty-year-old girl and the woman before him now. Your hair color had changed, there were a few tattoos scattered here and there… maybe he could discover more if he lifted the fabric of the shirt just a little—

— I think I still like you.

The touch of his hand against your face almost made your heart stop. You had longed for it so much you could barely breathe. He caressed your cheek, leaning closer as your eyes darted between his and his lips.

— They say you never forget your first love.

— I’m thinking I want you to be my first, my last, and my only.

You smiled—and suddenly, all the embarrassment was gone. It felt like giving him permission. Johnny kissed you, pulled you onto his lap, touching your skin with a familiarity that time hadn’t erased. His fingers found that specific spot on your waist, and he gently bit your neck, drawing out that same soft laugh from you.

— Stop that! Let me talk too! — you said, laughing.

Johnny knew every one of your weaknesses. And no one had ever dared—or managed—to take his place.

— Go ahead.

You took a deep breath, looking at him.

— I think I still love you.

Johnny smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

— Good, — he murmured. — because I’m sure of it.

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[gabzsun]

WANT YOU BACK // JOHNNY SUH

── .✦Johnny Suh × Fem!Reader, fluff, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, first love… and that’s it all!!!

[🌞] Notinha da Sun: escrevi isso ontem, mas não postei porque eu tava, sinceramente, caindo de sono KKKKKKKKK. Não fiquem com ciúmes, amo todos vocês, mas acho que vocês já sabem que, quando escrevo pra alguns idols específicos, o texto acaba saindo meio direcionado pra algumas mooties… Eu automaticamente associo o Johnny à Mika, então essa é pra você, @lovesuhng!!! É isso, espero que vocês gostem. Beijinhos, amo vocês!!! 💋❤️

[Obs: gostou dessa e quer ler mais do que eu escrevo? Bicha, vem dar uma conferida na minha masterlist e seja imensamente feliz!]

— Você promete que não vai olhar? — você disse, espiando por uma frestinha da porta do banheiro.

Johnny estava sentado em uma das camas de solteiro do quarto de hotel. Ele assentiu, e você sorriu, envergonhada, antes de fechar a porta.

Você tinha esquecido o pijama. Sua mala era um grande mar de roupas sociais e terninhos — impecáveis, mas completamente inúteis naquele momento. Felizmente, havia trazido suas calcinhas e sutiãs mais bonitos… não porque soubesse que dividiria um quarto com Johnny.

Na verdade, você não fazia ideia.

Johnny ainda guardava fotos suas em uma caixinha no fundo do guarda-roupa. Ele não sabia bem por que as manteve por tanto tempo — ou melhor, sabia exatamente. Mesmo depois do pacto que fizeram dez anos atrás, quando decidiram terminar para seguir suas carreiras, acreditando que nunca mais se cruzariam, ele nunca gostou de ninguém como o garoto de vinte anos que ele foi gostou de você.

Ele tentou. Se esforçou. Quis que desse certo com outras pessoas. Mas era como se fosse uma peça de um quebra-cabeça que só encaixava no seu. Com mais ninguém.

Seus relacionamentos também tinham sido um desastre na última década. Quase parecia destino: vocês dois sofrerem por outros amores, só para, no fim, voltarem um para o outro — porque trabalhavam juntos e tinham uma viagem em grupo marcada.

E nem era para você estar no quarto de Johnny.

Mas houve uma confusão com a reserva, que terminou com ele perguntando calmamente:

— Quer dividir um quarto?

E você respondendo, solene:

— É claro. Por que não?

O mais engraçado é que aquilo era uma pergunta retórica. Você sabia exatamente por que não. Sabia que seu corpo ficaria em alerta, que sentiria o peso do olhar dele sobre você, que retribuiria… e que talvez—

— Ficou bonitinho em você.

Você riu ao sair do banheiro. Nunca lidou bem com o diminutivo — sempre achava que Johnny falava assim só para agradar. Mas era aquilo ou dormir de terninho, e apesar de elegantes em palestras, seus terninhos estavam longe de serem confortáveis.

— Johnny, isso é praticamente uma tenda.

— Não é culpa minha se você é uma anã… é politicamente correto falar anã?

— Não é culpa minha você ter gigantismo.

— Acho que em adultos é acromegalia.

— Dá pra parar de ser tesudamente inteligente?

Johnny sorriu, e por um instante pareceu que o tempo tinha voltado. Aquela dinâmica leve, provocativa — como quando eram mais jovens. Quando ele implicava com você, mas acabavam aos beijos na sua cama, na casa dos seus pais. Quando vocês tiravam fotos em toda cabine que encontravam, porque você era fissurada por aquilo — e sempre pagavam duas vezes, para que cada um ficasse com uma cópia.

— Vem aqui.

Ele pediu, e você assentiu, meio incerta. Mordeu o lábio inferior enquanto o coque improvisado se desfazia, deixando as mechas caírem como cascatas pelos ombros.

Johnny sempre gostou disso.

E gostou ainda mais quando você se sentou ao lado dele.

Havia diferenças entre a garota de vinte anos e a mulher diante dele agora. A cor do cabelo tinha mudado, havia algumas tatuagens espalhadas aqui e ali… talvez ele pudesse descobrir mais, se erguesse o tecido da camisa só um pouco—

— Acho que eu ainda gosto de você.

O toque dele no seu rosto quase fez seu coração parar. Você ansiava tanto por aquilo que mal conseguia respirar. Ele acariciou sua bochecha, aproximando-se, enquanto seus olhos corriam inquietos entre os dele e seus lábios.

— Dizem que você nunca esquece o primeiro amor.

— Tô pensando que quero que você seja o primeiro, o último e o único.

Você sorriu — e, de repente, toda a vergonha desapareceu. Foi como dar a ele permissão. Johnny te beijou, te puxou para o colo, tocando sua pele com uma familiaridade que nenhum tempo conseguiu apagar. Seus dedos encontraram aquele ponto específico na sua cintura, e ele mordeu de leve seu pescoço, arrancando o mesmo risinho de sempre.

— Para com isso! Me deixa falar também! — você pediu, rindo.

Johnny conhecia cada fraqueza sua. E ninguém jamais ousou — ou conseguiu — ocupar o lugar dele.

— Vai em frente.

Você respirou fundo, olhando para ele.

— Acho que ainda te amo.

Johnny sorriu, depositando um beijo suave na sua bochecha.

— Que bom — murmurou. — Porque eu tenho certeza disso.

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[suhnflwrs]

lowkey | johnny suh

Summary | After a break-up with your boyfriend of one year, you find yourself in bed with a handsome stranger you meet at a bar. You pride yourself in keeping your personal and professional life at a distance, never daring to mix the two. That is, until that handsome stranger becomes your new co-worker.

Pairing | Johnny Suh x Fem!Reader Genre + AU | Romance, smut + strangers to lovers, coworkers to lovers, office romance, secret relationship WC | 19.7k

Content | Mentions of alcohol and food consumption, side characters (aside from nct members) aren’t based on any specific idols, abusive language from ex, use of Y/N, reader mentions not wanting children, hickies, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, handjob, oral (m+f), creampies, recording, praising, possessiveness, breeding kink, missionary, doggy, mating press, pet names: boss, baby

A/N | I wanted to make this with multiple parts because my original idea could not be posted in just one post without exceeding the post limit. I’m not sure when the next part will be. Also, please note that I do not have any background in business nor do I know anything about how it works behind the scenes, so I tried to make it as simple as possible with the little knowledge I have heh! Let me know what you think & as always, happy reading!

— The Break Up & The Wingman.

“Paying separately or together?” 

The waitress questions politely, shoulders tensing as she asks as if she already knows what the man in front of you is going to say. There’s a hint of pity in her eyes when she meets yours, like she knew how this night was going to end the second you walked in with the man you spent the last year with. 

“Separately.” 

A quiet huff of disbelief leaves the waitress, before she quickly turns it into clearing her throat. You, on the other hand, don’t hide your apathetic demeanor. With a quick hand of your credit card to the waitress, she hastily disappears while you and your now ex-boyfriend sit in silence as those around you continue with their pleasant conversations. 

“Are you…okay?” 

Your ex partner struggles to meet your gaze, but when he does, he nearly shudders at the way you’re looking through him — like he’s nothing but a tiny spec of dust in the air. This quickly turns into a bitter and stark sound that resembles a laugh upon the realization that his words didn’t quite affect you the way he’d hoped.

“Pathetic.” He whispers under his breath. “This is the exact thing I was talking about! No emotions. It’s like speaking to a brick wall all because of your ego.” 

Your jaw slacks open and you run the tip of your tongue against the bottom row of your teeth. Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head and a dry, unamused scoff leaves you. 

“Did you expect me to be sobbing in the middle of this restaurant while begging you to take me back?” 

His jaw clenches and his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. You watch as his fingers tighten into a fist and feel the table begin to shake from his knee bouncing up and down from beneath the table. “If that’s the case, you don’t know me at all.” 

With a long sip of the remaining wine left in your glass, your gaze doesn’t falter while the man in front of you seethes in anger at the sight of your calmness. Before he can respond, the waitress returns with your card and the receipt to sign.

“I hope you take this opportunity to better yourself.” The man in front of you lets out as he slips his card into his wallet and then into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Pushing his chair back, he quickly stands. “Otherwise you’ll be alone for the rest of your life.” 

Your scoff turns into a dry laugh as your ex-boyfriend pushes past the waitress and out the restaurant doors — the scent of his expensive cologne, that you once loved, now makes your stomach churn. When you look at the waitress, her eyes soften at the sight of your tiny, closed lip smile. 

“You seem too good for him.” The waitress quietly comments as you stand and grab your belongings, sliding your card into your purse. “I wouldn’t listen to a word he says.” 

“Never planned to.” You assure with a grin. “I apologize for his rudeness tonight. He’s a condescending jerk.” Pulling out your wallet, you hand the waitress a crisp hundred dollar bill as a thank you for the professionalism she upheld throughout the night despite your ex’s awful behavior. 

With a swift head shake, she bashfully pushes your hand away before claiming it was too much. 

Simply tucking the bill under the bread basket, you give her a final nod before heading towards the bar you’ve been itching to get a drink from since the conversation turned sour very early into the night. Your heels click against the marble floors until you slide into the nearest barstool. 

“What can I get you?” The handsome bartender smiles a charming little grin that makes your heart jump for a second, but when you see the silver wedding band on his ring finger, the bubble you’re in pops and you huff a small laugh to yourself.

Of course everyone else is in a loving and committed relationship, except for you.

“Just two shots of tequila, please.” You smile, hiding the disappointment of being single — once again. 

Smoothly throwing his cleaning rag over his shoulder, the bartender grabs two shot glasses and fills them up with your alcohol of choice. When presented, you quickly take the shots with ease — letting the sting slide down your throat and warm up your entire body.

“If you don’t mind me asking, miss, but is everything okay?”

You sigh, then scrunch your nose when you look at him. “Bartenders notice everything, huh?” 

“Well, either something’s wrong or you really enjoy tequila — and no one really likes tequila, do they?” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest, his broad shoulders shaking and bottom lip tucking between his teeth.

“I got broken up with tonight.” You dryly chuckle, already feeling pathetic hearing how you sound. 

“Ouch.”

“He sucks. I’m just upset I wasted a whole year with him.”

Your bartender’s lips press into a thin line. Without another word, he refills a shot glass with your choice of alcohol. Then pulls out a fresh glass before filling it up again, but this time lifting it up and towards you. “Here’s to a new start, then.” 

Lifting your glass, you mirror his movements and you both throw your heads back to let the liquid slide down your throats. You sigh in relief, your body immediately relaxing when you feel the warmth course through you. 

“Anything else I can get for you, miss?” 

Shaking your head, you give him a quick thanks before you occupy yourself by deleting and blocking your ex’s number, checking your messages, and ensuring you pace yourself to make your afternoon flight tomorrow. After a few passing guests and text exchanges between you and friends, the bartender surprises you by sliding you a martini with a single olive inside. 

“What’s this?” You ask with a small smile, stuffing your phone back into your hand bag propped on the bar’s table top.

“Courtesy of that gentleman down the bar.” Your bartender grins, pointing at a young man who gives you a small head nod and a smile hidden behind his whiskey. “Full disclosure though, he’s a good friend of mine and thinks you’re pretty but he doesn’t wanna come over unless you’re okay with it.”

“If I’m not?” 

“Then you can take the free drink and I’ll pass on a thank you. If you are, well, everything afterwards is up to you two, isn’t it?” He smirks at you, tucking his hands under his biceps.

You look down the bar, eyeing the way the bartender’s friend casually scrolls through his phone and taking reserved sips of his drink. “And what’s your friend’s name?” You ask aloud, gaze still locked on the man interested in you.

“John.” The bartender nods, watching as you take a cautious sip of your martini. “I’m Jaehyun. I thought I might as well introduce myself if I’m introducing you to a friend of mine.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You chuckle, introducing yourself before taking another sip of your free drink. “Now be honest with me Jaehyun, does your friend have a girlfriend or wife waiting for him back home? I’m not a fan of getting into drama because a man can’t stay faithful.”

”He’s painfully single.” Jaehyun admits as he quietly laughs under his breath. Looking over his shoulder at his friend, he leans forward onto the bar. “Loyal to a fault, sometimes. He’s a good guy though. I promise you’ll be safe with him. Hell, I trust him with my life.”

”You sound like you’ve known him for a while.”

”Too long.” Jaehyun laughs, his cute dimples making their appearance in front of you. “So, what do you think? Wanna meet him or should I just send him your thanks?”

You pause, pondering the options. But with a sip of alcohol courage, you settle on your answer. “I don’t mind meeting him.”

“You won’t regret it.” Jaehyun playfully throws you a wink and turns to look at his friend. He tilts his head in your direction, a cheeky and knowing smile curling from his lips.

— A Very Charming Man.

The tall man at the end of the bar makes his way to you — dark gray slacks accentuating his long legs, black long sleeve button up shirt wrapped perfectly around his biceps, and a half full glass of whiskey in his hand. 

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Jaehyun playfully wiggles his eyebrows after introducing the two of you, then quickly turns his attention to tend to the arrival of new patrons.

With a firm handshake, Johnny locks his eyes with yours as a kind smile curls his lips. Pulling at the barstool next to you, you slightly lean forward and thank him for the free drink he sent your way. 

“It’s my pleasure.” He replies, mirroring the way you leaned into him. With a hand respectfully pressed on the middle of your back, he rubs a quick circle before retracting his hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here? Is it personal or business?”

“Both, I guess.” A tiny smile dances on your lips before you take a sip of your drink. “I had dinner with my boy—“ You pause and clear your throat, correcting yourself. “Ex-boyfriend. And I leave for a work trip. This hotel is closer to the airport, hence my stay.” 

Johnny nods, then looks past the second part of your response, clearly not there to talk about work. “So, that guy you were with is your ex?” He points behind him with his thumb, gesturing towards the dining area you were previously sitting. 

“You were watching me?” You tease, the tip of your tongue pressing on the inside of your cheek. Your head slightly tips to the side and you lightly swivel the stool you’re on, almost flattered by the information he let slip.

Johnny drops his head before rubbing his chin, a small chuckle leaving his lips. Pushing his styled hair back with his long fingers, his jaw slacks open just enough to see the tip of his tongue run across the back of his lower teeth. 

“Believe me, I’m not one to look at women who are already taken.” The edge of his mouth lifts into an unapologetic smirk. “But you? You’re hard to ignore.”

Your eyebrows lift slightly and you smile against your martini glass, trying your best to keep your cool while you assume his words are used on every woman he’s interested in. 

“Now I’m very curious,” Johnny lets out, palm facing down and fingers sprawled open on the bar’s counter top. “Did he break up with you or was it the other way around?”

“I wish I could tell you I did, but no,” you quietly huff, “he broke up with me.” You bitterly admit, swallowing a big gulp of your alcoholic beverage. 

Johnny’s eyebrows furrow, clearly baffled at your words. He shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief. “There’s no way. Did he give you a reason?”

“Many, actually.” You giggle, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth with a slight head tilt, thinking back on your ex-boyfriend’s reasons behind ending the relationship. “I’m too focused on my career and not enough on him. I have to be mentally fucked for not wanting to start my own family. And he chewed me out for not having sex with him for the last three months.”

Johnny sharply sucks in air through his clenched teeth. “You’re clearly the problem. Those are huge red flags, didn’t you know that?” Johnny sarcastically comments, earning a giggle from you as he grins from ear to ear.

“Yeah, it’s totally me.” You press your palm to your chest, feigning a bit of pain as you sarcastically admit to your wrongdoings. “You’re absolutely right. You should run before it’s too late.” 

You and Johnny quietly laugh to yourselves just as his hand slowly cups under yours; testing the waters to see if you’d pull away or not. When you don’t, he leans in just enough for you to smell the fresh aquatic cologne he has on.

“If you ask me, it sounds like you scared him.” 

“What?” You giggle, unknowingly squeezing his hand. “What’re you talking about?”

Johnny grins, enlighten at the fact you asked him to explain. “Hot girls are always so oblivious.” He lets out, slightly shaking his head just before he shifts his feet onto the foot rail on the stool he’s sitting on. “You’re so sure of yourself, it scares him. Some men can’t handle that.” Johnny playfully shrugs before finally swallowing the last of his drink.

You catch the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows, the condensation of melted ice slowly rolling down his long fingers. You tighten your hold on his hand, moving it on the bar top before securing it on your lap. “And where do you fall? Does that scare you, too?”

Johnny’s grin spreads, sharp enough to make your pulse skip. His large hand grabs the leg of your barstool and pulls you closer to him with ease, surprising you with his strength. With your knees fitting perfectly between his, his bold actions cause a flurry of butterflies in your torso and lustful thoughts rush straight to your brain.

“Not at all.” He confidently answers, carefully leaning into the backrest of his stool. “I find it very attractive, actually. I’m even glad he fumbled the way he did.”

“Why’s that?" You giggle as your palm gently rubs up and down the fabric over his thigh. His muscles tense up and you watch the way he casually drags his thumb against his bottom lip. 

“Well, for starters, I’m with you right now and he’s not. That itself is a win, don’t you think?” He cockily grins, straightening his posture.

You can’t help but giggle, amused and in awe by his naturally charming demeanor. “Are you always this smooth with your words?” You ask, leaning forward enough to invite yourself into his personal bubble.

You don’t expect him to mirror your actions, but he does and your breath catches when his lips are inches away from yours. 

“Only with women I’m interested in.” His gaze falls to your lips, then back to your eyes. “Do you always play hard to get?”

“Only when I don’t wanna seem too eager.” You reply, pulling yourself away. You watch the way Johnny hungrily locks onto your movements before he leans back, too.

“Eager for what?”

You simply shrug and swallow the last bits of your martini. 

“It can be a lot of things. You could be eager to have a stimulating conversation or to have someone to help you forget about your ex.” He pauses, eyeing you up and down like he’s ready to devour you right then and there. “Maybe you’re eager to sleep with a handsome stranger you met at a hotel bar. Who knows? The possibilities are endless.”

You bite back a smile, looking away from the stranger in front of you — almost refusing to admit how easily he saw right through you.

“Can I ask you another personal question?” 

“Sure. At this point, I’m an open book for you.” 

Johnny chooses his words carefully before he speaks. “You refused to sleep with him. I wanna believe it’s because he wasn’t good in bed, but I have a feeling it’s more than that.”

“Oh, it’s absolutely more than that.” You chuckle under your breath, sitting up and straightening your posture. You give Johnny a sigh, scoffing in disbelief as you recall your ex’s words that cut a little deeper than you wanted to admit. “I assume you know what a breeding kink is, right?”

Johnny’s cheeks flood with a pink hue and you’re unsure if it’s from the alcohol or the fact he’s surprised the words came out of your mouth. “I, uh, not from experience but I’ve heard of it, sure.”

“Well, I’m not fond of the idea of having children of my own, but under the right circumstances the idea of breeding is kinda hot — the possessiveness, the dirty talk, the creampie. Anyway, the idea of stopping my birth control was brought up so he could start a family. I told him I like the act but don’t actually want kids but he told me I was crazy to have the kink and not actually pull through with it.” 

Johnny’s expression is unreadable when he looks at you. For a second, you think you've shared too much but he nods, intently listening to your words. 

“His pressure to let him come inside me without protection started to annoy me, so I just took sex off the table. I guess it took him 3 months of no sex to finally end it.”

“Wait,” Johnny huffs in disbelief, “he got to come inside of you and still had complaints?” Johnny runs his palm over his face in slight frustration, shaking his head. “This guy is a fucking idiot. Listen, if that had been me—” A low whistle leaves his perfectly shaped lips while he hungrily eyes you up and down. “I’d shut up. Actually, I’d let you do anything you want to me. Might even thank you if I did.”

You can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous comment. Playfully pushing his shoulder, you earn a giggle and smirk from him. 

Johnny is too charming for your own good — something you know you shouldn’t fall for; something that has ‘player’ written all over it. But you ignore what you know you’re supposed to do because who says you can’t hook up with a handsome stranger you met at a bar that you probably won’t ever see again?

“So,” Johnny quietly interjects your thoughts, holding your hand in his. “Let’s say you did have me for a night, what would you want me to do?” 

You pause, tilting your head before your lips curved into a sly smile. “I’ve been in a shitty relationship for a year with a shitty guy who didn’t know how to fuck me properly.” You lean in and he meets you halfway. With your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, his skin begins to prickle with anticipation. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

He hums a laugh that’s filled with mischief and lust. “My room or yours?” His lips part slightly, hand sliding up and down the side of your thigh.”

“Yours.”

— Room 1409.

“After you.” Johnny smiles, holding his hotel room door open and gesturing to you to step in.

You sharply inhale, slightly nervous about hooking up with a stranger after so long. Your hold tightens around the straps of your handbag before you step into the air conditioned room. You catch your reflection at the full-length mirror near the closet and you take a quick look at yourself — there’s a sheen in your eyes from the alcohol, but to your surprise your hair and makeup are still intact.

“Beautiful, aren’t you?” Johnny whispers, palms sliding over the front of your dark green satin dress wrapped around your torso when his reflection appears behind you. With a swift movement, he twists your body to face him.

You let out a giggle when you nearly trip on your heels. “You’re a real smooth talker, Johnny.”

“It’s easy when everything I say is true.” 

His warm palm slides against the side of your neck before his fingers cups your nape. As his thumb brushes your bottom lip, your heart stutters and slow, shallow breaths begin to slip from between your lips. His thumb slides down your chin before settling just under your jaw, hand loosely wrapped around your neck, but tight enough to make you melt under his touch. When your lower back meets the nearest console table, his hips press into yours and your fingers curl around his black button up, silently begging him to come closer. 

The second his lips weave with yours, your knees begin to quiver. The tang of alcohol is prominent, but you don’t mind. Not when his hand grips tighter around your throat making you whimper against his lips. 

It’s intoxicating and possessive, like you were always his.

His large hands slide down your waist and squeeze your hips just enough to smoothly lift you until you’re sitting on the wooden console’s table top. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw all while his hands roam under your dress, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and slides it down your thighs before slipping the thin fabric in back pockets of his dress pants. 

Kissing down your throat, he begins sucking hard enough to leave proof of this night. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls your skin taut to leave a deeper discolored bruise, then another, and another. Pushing your dress up and over your head, he trails down your chest to leave a badge of claim between your cleavage and when he drops to his knees, he kisses down your sternum and your hips. 

The anticipation is agonizing, yet it’s the most intense and satisfying feeling you’ve felt in a while. It’s slow, deliberate, but purposeful like Johnny can hear the way your heart pounds against your chest; like he enjoys the way you’re trembling just by grazing his lips over your skin. 

Johnny lifts your leg over his broad shoulder while his other hand pushes against your other thigh, spreading your legs wider for him. Tilting your hips, he buries himself between you — licking and sucking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

You don’t realize the way you’re holding your breath, already feeling light headed as you watch him drag his lips closer and closer to your core. Your eyes flick to the mirror behind him and a spark in the pit of your stomach ignites all while excitement pools between your folds.

When Johnny flattens his tongue and glides it over your slit, your mouth slacks open from pleasure. Your fingers comb through his hair as you throw your head back, resting it on the wall behind you. 

His name stutters from your mouth, fingers tugging on his now messy and disheveled hair. He swirls the tip of his tongue over your clit and his saliva slides down, mixing with your slick. The pads of his fingers dig into your inner thighs, burying his face deeper into you and wrapping his lips around your drenched pussy, gliding his tongue up and down all while his gaze never shifts from your reaction. 

It’s embarrassing, really, how close you are. Heat pools in your lower back and soon travels up your spine and neck before it floods your face entirely. Your chest heaves up and down, already feeling dizzy from the intensity that’s building faster than you can keep up with. 

But that certainly doesn’t stop your hips from moving against Johnny when the tip of his tongue flicks against your swollen clit, selfishly chasing the high that’s so close, you can barely hold on. Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling your sultry moans that made Johnny harden under his dress pants. Unsatisfied, Johnny tugs on your wrist and pins it to your abdomen while your free hand grips the edge of the table beneath you. 

You don’t give Johnny a warning except for a string of curses that you’ve intertwined between whimpers. Your velvety walls clench tightly, and so do your thighs, as the coil in your lower abdomen snaps. Your body twitches when his tongue runs over your throbbing clit — sucking and gently rolling over it until you’re helplessly trembling from the stimulation. 

Johnny smirks against you, then tenderly pecks kisses against your soaked core. When he rises he immediately cups your cheeks, but you’re the one who lunges towards him desperately. He lets out a low chuckle, allowing your fingers to hastily undo his leather belt before tucking your hand into his dress pants.

You grin against Johnny’s lips when you feel his long, thick member hidden behind the fabric wrapped around his waist. Dragging your thumb over his leaking tip, Johnny quietly groans before his middle finger rolls over your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips twitch against him. 

His middle finger slides into you with ease, your slick coating his entire finger. When he curls his fingertips, it brushes past your sweet spot and makes your walls involuntarily clench around his digit. Your fist tightens around his shaft, jerking it up and down to mirror the way his finger slides in and out of your soaked cunt. 

“This pretty cunt can take one more, right?” Johnny whispers against your lips as the tip of his ring finger probes your entrance, easing its way through your opening and filling your space to its brim. 

You eagerly nod, colliding your lips with his. The sting of the stretch soon melts into pleasure, letting you focus on the feeling of pleasure you couldn’t even fulfill on your own. 

Your moans turn into shallow bursts of breathless air, chest rising up and down as his rough palm rubs slaps against your aroused clit. The rhythmic movement inches you closer to another burst of pleasure that makes you insatiable. 

Your lips part in a silent cry. Your leg mindlessly wraps around Johnny’s waist, hips grinding against his palm, and nails scratching the fabric over his deltoids. His head drops to your shoulder when he feels your gummy walls pulse around his fingers and his breath warms your bare shoulder with a cocky huff of laughter.

“F-fuck me,” you beg, hastily push down the waistband of his underwear and dress pants. 

His cock springs up and blood rushes to his shaft, his veins protruding against his skin, and his darkened tip leaking with his thick and clear precum. His large hand guides his tip to your entrance and pushes into you. You already feel the way your body has to adjust to his size when he slowly pops his tip in and out over and over again until every inch is swallowed by your needy little cunt.

Your fingers frantically search for the buttons of his shirt, eagerly undoing the top two buttons before Johnny impatiently pulls the fabric apart — buttons becoming undone as it rips from the threading and falls onto the floor.

The way your palms slide up his chest and across his shoulders to push the fabric of his shirt off sends jolts down his spine and straight to his cock, twitching inside of you. When he allows his shirt to slide off his arms and fall to the floor, he hooks his arms behind your knees then presses his palms against the top of the table console before breaking you open ensuring he’s flesh to flesh with you with every hard thrust. Your breath hitches when he slowly but harshly rocks his hips back and forth until your moans are fucked right out of you. The edge of the table bangs against the wall behind you in a rhythmic pattern to match Johnny’s deep and hungry jerk of his hips.

With every rut, he dives deeper into you — nothing but his tip sweetly kissing your cervix in the compromised angle he has you in. Slinging your arms around his shoulders, you pull him closer and catch a glimpse of the reflection of the mirror. The way his back muscles flex with every slam of his hips makes you pant into his ear, which does nothing but gives him permission to fuck you until your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re barely forming coherent sentences. 

Your fingers manage to tug his hair, tilting his head back before gripping his jaw and forcing his focus to shift from his hips to the way your tongue rolls over his. 

With a shaky exhale through his nose, he quickly pulls out of you and your legs fall suddenly without his support. He tugs on your forearm and swiftly manages to have his bare chest pressed against your back as he guides you to the bed. 

“Bend over.” He commands through gritted teeth, already pushing down on your shoulders. 

You don’t object. With your knees firmly planted into the plush mattress, Johnny’s thick tip pushes past your folds once more but this time your juices help glide inside of you as if he belongs there. A deep raspy groan leaves him when he bottoms out, your body jerking forward as he thrusts. His fingers tightly grip your ass for leverage just before he mercilessly ruts into you. His bare chest presses against your back, heat building between your bodies. His soft grunts fill your ears as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, causing your nails to dig into the sheets before burying your face in them. 

Johnny chuckles devilishly, gripping your elbows with both hands and pulling you back until the top half of your body is suspended over the sheets. Snaking a hand down your torso and tucking itself between your thighs, he easily finds your sensitive nub between your folds, circling it delicately. “You’re not hiding that pretty face from me.” 

You’re not sure how many times you’ve reached ecstasy with the way you’re being thrown in positions you thought you were too rigid to be in. Your body trembles, but you happily push past it with the way Johnny eagerly fulfills your request: to show you what you’ve been missing out on. 

Johnny knew when to slow it down, giving your body the most tender kisses and admiration it rightfully deserved. But he also knew when your body craved for more — and more, and more — until you’re tearing from the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation that blurred pain and pleasure seamlessly. 

And you enjoy every second of it. 

As you lay there, limp and exhausted, a satisfied grin is painted on your face as his seed leaks out of you. Johnny’s plastered beside you, proud and confident as ever. You cuddle into him, feeling his chest rise and fall — clearly still reeling from the dopamine rush that came with spending the night with you. 

“I haven’t felt this amazing in years.” You sigh, fingertips gently running up and down the crevices of his abdomen. 

“Glad to be of service tonight.” Johnny chuckles as his lips brush against your forehead. “Glad your ex fucked up the way he did.”

“Loser behavior, I guess.” You happily sigh. “Though, I do wish I could see the look on his face if he ever saw your cum dripping out of me. He hated the idea of my other exes doing it. Imagine how pissed he’d be that I let a stranger do it.”

“Why don’t we find out?”

Your head shoots up, looking at him in confusion. “What?” You awkwardly laugh. “What are we gonna do? Invite him here to see this?”

“Not quite.” 

Johnny swings his legs off the side of bed and fishes for his phone from the pocket of his pants. Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, he parts your thighs and it’s astonishing how quickly you comply. Lifting his phone in view, you quickly catch on to what he has planned. He presses the big red button to film between your thighs, fingers sliding his seed into you. When he lifts his coated middle finger to your lips, he ensures the camera only catches the lower half of your face, as you gladly suck on his digit until he ends the recording. 

“What’s your ex’s number?” Johnny questions as the pads of his fingers patiently wait for your reply.

You repeat the number that you’ve unfortunately memorized by heart and watch him type it into his phone. “Won’t he just have your number if you send him the video?”

“It’s a good thing I’m changing it when I get back home.” Johnny smiles as he lays next to you. He hovers his phone, ensuring you can also see the screen and what he’s typing. 

Thanks for leaving her, loser. Never would’ve met her at the bar if it weren’t for you. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of her. I’ll just breed her until the only name she knows is mine. 

The swoosh sound on iMessage is heard and the delivered notification pops up under Johnny’s message. He silences his phone and tosses it to the side. 

You giggle, swinging your leg over him before straddling his lower abdomen. With his palms sliding across the sides of your hips, he grabs a handful of your pillowy rear — your skin spilling between his fingers before his tip slides into you again, lifting his hips and sinking into you until you’re stuffed full. Pressing your lips to his jaw, you trail soft kisses until you reach just below his earlobe. 

“You should keep your promise. Unless…” you tease between kisses, “you’re all bark and no bite?”

Both you and Johnny miss the flurry of angry texts flooding Johnny’s phone, but neither of you care; not when you’re being shown pleasure in ways you could never imagine until the break of dawn.

❁❁❁❁❁

Who tf is this?

Fucking answer me you little shit!

[10 missed calls]

You’re a little bitch. ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE.

[6 missed calls]

When I find you I swear to god I’ll beat your ass

[4 missed calls]

I hope you get a fucking STD

❁❁❁❁❁

Your internal clock and the sun beaming into the room from the balcony wakes you from your sleep. There’s a delicious ache between your thighs and it takes you a second to process your surroundings, until you’re made aware of the arm that slides across your bare torso and effortlessly pulls you closer to his heated body.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of sneaking away before saying goodbye.” Johnny chuckles — soft, tired, and raspy. Nuzzling the tip of his nose into your shoulder, a gentle kiss adorns your skin. 

“I was gonna leave a note.” You playfully counter as your fingers mindlessly rake through his thick and messy hair. “But now that you’re awake, guess I can tell you that I should probably head out to let you pack for your flight back home.” 

Johnny groans, lifting his head to see the pieces of clothing haphazardly thrown around the room along with his suitcase wide open with used clothes piled on each other. 

“Thank you for last night, John.” You quietly let out, hand gently pressed against his cheek to carefully guide his gaze back to you. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure.” 

Placing a quick kiss to your cheek, you take that as your cue to get ready to leave. His eyes watch your movements intently as you slip on your dress from last night and search for your underwear amongst the pile of clothes. 

“Where’d you put my underwear?”

A tiny snicker leaves his lips before a smug expression washes over him as he leans back into the headboard. When you look at him, he gives you a tiny and innocent shrug. “Maybe if you stay while I pack, it’ll show up.”

You roll your eyes, jaw slacking open with a tiny grin. Your eyes flick to his white long sleeve shirt he wore last night and you swipe it into your hand before wrapping it up around your waist. 

“You can keep that and I’ll take this as a memento.” You giggle, making your way to his side of the bed. “Remember, it’s silk. Don’t make the mistake of throwing it in the washer. Hand wash, only.” 

Cupping the sides of his face and tilting it in your direction, you place a kiss on his forehead — his eyes fluttering shut at the softness of your lips while his arm wraps around your waist. 

“Have a safe flight home.” 

Johnny chuckles softly, his arm pulling you in effortlessly and your knees press into the side of the mattress. “You know…I’m a fast packer.”

“Yeah?” You giggle. “And you’re telling me this because…?”

“One more time for old times’ sake? I’ll let you be on top this time.” 

Letting out a hum and pretending to contemplate the tempting idea, you gently brush your thumbs over the space just below his eyes before a kiss presses onto his lips. 

“Let’s have fate decide when we do this again.” You whisper in the space between your lips. “In the meantime, I have a meeting to prep for and you have luggage that needs to be packed. Not to mention, a flight you need to catch.” 

Johnny sighs in defeat, then a beat of silence follows before speaking again. “That’s fair.” 

Bringing the back of your hand to his lips, Johnny gives your skin a quick peck then brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. Cupping your face with a gentle touch, he pulls you in for a kiss — one of gratitude and farewell all wrapped in the slow movements of his lips.

When you pull away, your forehead presses against his while you catch your breath.  

“Take care, Johnny.” You finally let out, pulling away as he playfully tugs on your fingers. 

When you finally get enough distance, your hand drops to your side and Johnny’s arm drops onto the sheets covering his bare lower half. Giving him a final wave goodbye, you grab your belongings and head out into the hallway, feeling renewed. Like a night away from your usual strict routine made you genuinely happy — something you haven’t felt in a very long time. 

❁❁❁❁❁

Sorry, too busy fucking her dumb to get back to you. 

She feels waaay too good to only go one round…or two…or three…

Also thought you should know Y/N says thanks, you helped her realize how bad you are at sex. 

And the name’s Johnny, bitch.

[this contact has been blocked]

— A New Place & A Reintroduction.

“So…” Mina sheepishly rocks back and forth on her heel, the wind whipping through her thick dark hair. Her fingers grip the handles of her handbag, the leather fabric tapping against her knees as you two wait near the front entrance of the high rise building you’ll be working in for the next year. 

“So…” you repeat suspiciously, waiting for Mina to stop beating around the bush and ask you what’s on her mind. 

“That hook up…” she finally lets out, quickly scanning your features for any reaction that would somehow tell her who it was with.

“Mina.” You sternly reply, giving her a look as if to tell her to keep your personal business far from your professional life. “Not now.”

“I’m sorry,” she whines, childishly stopping her feet. “One minute I’m thinking you’re getting proposed to at dinner and the next you tell me you’re single and hooked up with a stranger.”

You sigh, already regretting telling her about your night of fun while waiting at the gate for your flight a week ago. It’s clear to you that this has been stewing in the crevices of Mina’s brain, too scared to ask more details knowing how privileged she is to even hear that you hooked up with someone. 

“It’s like something possessed you. It doesn’t sound like you at all:” She quietly comments, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I love it, I’m just surprised. Do you know his name at least?”

Before you could reply, an older man waves and catches your attention. It takes you a second to realize it’s the manager you’ve been in contact with for the past few months — Mr. Choi. He appears with an all too excited grin on his face, already telling you he’s more than excited for this partnership between your home company and the one you’re temporarily transferred to.

“It’s nice to see the both of you again! Come on in, I’ll show you around.” He smiles, leading you towards the bright lobby of elevators. “I’m sorry to hear about the delay in furniture deliveries for the two of you. I’m hoping the hotel suffices until then.” 

“Oh it does!” Mina interjects happily, enjoying the room service at the expense of the company account. “This is by far the best hotel we’ve been in and, trust me, we’ve been in a lot.” 

A deep chuckle rumbles in Mr. Choi’s chest, arm extending out between the elevator doors as it opens then gesturing for the two of you to step into the cramped metal box. 

“We take up the top two floors. Beautiful view over the city, I should add.” Mr. Choi says, sounding a lot like a real estate agent than anything else at the moment. “Our floor is split in two, the east wing—” Mr. Choi looks at you. “Is where you’ll be. The west wing—” Mr. Choi looks at Mina. “That’s where you’ll be.” 

When the elevator doors open, you’re greeted by the floor to ceiling windows providing natural lighting that spills through the central lobby. To the right of you, you’re met with the two receptions who stand upon seeing their manager.

“Good morning, Mr. Choi.” They greet in unison before their eyes flick towards you and Mina. 

Your sights fall towards their lanyard and the identification card that is used to enter the many doors of the building. 

“Chenle, Jisung,” Mr. Choi greets, straightening his posture. “I’d like you to meet the newest members of our team — Miss Y/N and Miss Mina.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, welcome to the team!” Chenle says, clasping his hands together. “Let us know if we can do anything to make the transition smoother.” The younger man next to him simply smiles and nods before excusing himself when the phone rings, pulling his attention there instead.

You and Mina give the two younger men a warm smile and a nod, but your verbal appreciation is cut short when you’re gestured towards the west wing by Mr. Choi, who immediately begins spewing out the renovation plan to improve the floor even more. 

As you’re swept away, you quickly turn your head to let out a quick thank you to the two men you just met. As you do, you catch a glimpse of disdain on Chenle’s face who seems to be burning a hole in the back of Mr. Choi before Jisung playfully punches his bicep to get him back into work. 

Just past the restrooms, you see the heavy glass doors at the end of the hallway open up. A man with dark rimmed glasses, a white button up shirt, and dark slacks with his hair perfectly parted into a three-fourths part walks out, his gaze focused on the iPad he’s holding. 

“Ah, Doyoung!” Mr. Choi loudly greets, starling the man who stops in his tracks. 

The man, you now know as Doyoung, mutters something under his breath before gripping the tablet in his hand and pushing the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Meeting him halfway down the hall, Mr. Choi introduces you and Mina. 

“Miss Mina, Doyoung is the person who is going to show you the ins and outs of the west wing.” Mr. Choi informs, watching Mina firmly shake the hand Doyoung extended. 

“Can’t wait!” Mina says enthusiastically.

“C’mon,” Doyoung quietly says, tilting his head towards the glass doors. “I’ll show you to your office. It’s right next to mine.” 

“And Doyoung,” Mr. Choi interjects. “Introduce her to the rest of the team and catch her up, will you?” 

You watch Doyoung sharply inhale. His posture fully straightens before a tight lipped smile forms on his lips. 

“I will.”

You watch as your friend disappears behind the foggy glass doors and you’re now left alone with Mr. Choi, analyzing the way his eyes burn intimidatingly while he watches the glass door come to a full close. When he looks at you, they drastically soften and the playful demeanor he’s always presented to you reappears. 

“Let me show you to your office.” He nods and the two of you backtrack, passing the central lobby and towards the east wing. Walking past conference room one and two, that’s directly across from each other, you’re guided to a vacant office room that’s filled with sleek, minimal furniture and painted with boring white walls that you’re able to see that’s not covered windows. 

“You’re right, the view is great.” You let out, making your way towards the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city below you. 

“It’s the best!” Mr. Choi says proudly, as if he’s the one who made it that way. “Across the hall is one of our best employees, but don’t tell him that. He can get a little cocky. He’ll be your point of contact to help you adjust, though he’ll be reporting to you.” 

You look out the wide picture window that gives you the perfect view inside the unoccupied office across from yours. The same furniture you have is rearranged into a logical design you learned would be efficient for productivity. On the desk, a stack of Manila folders balanced next to his office phone and a notepad with a few bullet points scribbled on the top of the white lined sheet.

“If he’s the best like you say he is, I’d say the confidence is well deserved, no?” 

Mr. Choi chuckles, watching as a disarming smile stretches across your face. “A little humbling would do him good, but I suppose you’re right.” An awkward beat of silence follows before he speaks. “Let me show you the break room.”

You follow Mr. Choi down the hall and enter the large break room with a few lounge chairs and counters filled with a variety of drinks and snacks for anyone’s enjoyment. 

“Didn’t expect everyone to be in here.” Mr. Choi said sternly, scanning the room filled with employees who shamefully looked down at the floor beneath them. 

The contrast of the chattering then and the dead silence now is stark. You watch as some employees uncomfortably shift from one foot to another while others finish up making their morning coffee. Then Mr. Choi clears his throat, adjusts his posture to his full height and crosses his hands against the small of his back. 

“I’d like you all to meet the newest member of our team, Miss Y/N.”

Their sights land on you all at once making you feel uncomfortable beyond comparison. You manage to give them a small wave and they mirror your movements, a quiet wave of ‘hi’ and ‘hellos’ filling the space. The tension is so thick you could slice it with a knife. 

“Looking forward to working with you all,” you smile, quickly pulling yourself together — straightening your posture, lowering your hands to your sides, and taking a half step forward. 

Mr. Choi takes a full step forward, now placing you slightly behind him. “I’m sure you all have work to start on, right?” He says, an edge to his voice to grab any semblance of power in front of you. 

With another step forward, you’re now next to Mr. Choi. The uncomfortable look on the employees face is prominent, making you realize Mr. Choi is purposefully ignoring it. 

“I’m sure they’re fueling for the day ahead.” You interject, looking at Mr. Choi dead in the eyes, something you’ve learned from your years in this career. “Don’t we all need a little moment to ourselves and a nice cup of coffee before diving into piles of work?”

You flash Mr. Choi another placating smile with your hand gently placing itself on his shoulder for a second before retracting it next to your side.

“I mean, I know I do.” You chuckle, looking at the rest of the employees. They quickly catch on to your point and each one of them gives an agreeable head nod. 

“I suppose you’re right.” Mr. Choi quickly agrees, palm of his hand rubbing the back of his flushed neck. “Again.” He quietly chuckles, sliding his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

Mina appears beside you and so does Doyoung, hand still holding the iPad but this time, glasses tucked into the breast pocket of his collared shirt. Doyoung does his part in introducing Mina who, like always, greets with the utmost enthusiasm. 

Mr. Choi’s phone rings, excusing himself to the corner of the room as he takes the call. You take this opportunity to get the names of some of the employees to begin building rapport with them after the awkward initial meeting. 

From the corner of your eye, you watch the way Mr. Choi snaps his fingers to catch Doyoung’s attention, his phone still pressed to his ear. He whispers something into the young employee's ear and you know it’s about you when Doyoung’s eyes lock onto yours. Then just like that, the older manager disappears out of the break room and into a conference room for more privacy to pace back and forth.

With a small wave goodbye, the employees disappear into a bigger room filled with cubicles separating them into smaller spaces. Doyoung follows suit, making his way out the door before you stop him.

“Uh, Doyoung—” you call out, stepping towards him. “Can I speak with you…in my office?” 

Surprised with your request, he nods hesitantly before both him and Mina follow you. Closing the door, Mina leans against your desk while cranning her neck to take in the boring look of your new space. Doyoung stands in the middle of the room, patiently waiting.

“What’s the deal with the tension between everyone and Mr. Choi?” You blatantly ask, catching the employee in front of you by surprise. 

Lifting his hand to the back of his neck, he gently scratches his prickling scalp. His mouth falls open, only to close again. 

“Tension?” Mina squeaks, catching everyone’s attention. “There’s tension?” 

Doyoung sighs, balancing his iPad on the arm rest of a nearby sofa. “He’s fairly new.” Doyoung begins to explain. “And utterly incompetent at doing his job. A lot of us feel that he’s on a constant power trip and it doesn’t help when he belittles anyone that isn’t a specialist, analyst, or consultant.” 

“How’d he get the job?” Mina questions, reading your mind and saving you from asking the question yourself. 

“Connections.” There’s an edge of annoyance in his tone. “Apparently, he’s friends with the founder. Though, I highly doubt the founder knows how shitty Mr. Choi—”

The two loud knocks on your office door startle the three of you before the door swings open and you see the subject of your conversation step through the door frame. Behind him stood a 6 foot 3 man with his dark locks slicked back and a killer smirk lifted from the corner of his mouth, lowering his disposable coffee cup from his lips when he locked with your gaze. 

“John, this is Miss Y/N.” Mr. Choi introduces, stepping forward and causing Doyoung to step back, settling himself next to his point of contact that’s now lingering by the window and snapping photos of the view. “Miss Y/N, this is John Suh. He’ll be working with you to ensure you’re acclimated to the new environment. He’ll assist you in whatever you need and will be reporting to you as well.” 

Your heart pounds against your ribs so hard you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. A knot tightens in the pit of your stomach, anxiety rising when you remember the night you shared — expect now he’s not just a handsome stranger you met at a bar, he’s your co-worker; one you’ll be working closely with for the next year. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Johnny interjects with a smile, feigning obliviousness and giving you a firm handshake like the one he gave the night you met. 

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.” You nod. “I heard you’re the best guy here. I have nothing but high expectations.”

Johnny huffs out a quiet laugh, fingers holding his coffee cup by its rim. “I won’t disappoint you.”

“Good.” You clear your throat, your hands clasping together just below your belly button. “We should probably catch up on the recent projects coming up.” 

“We should do the same,” Mina says as she points her finger between the space separating herself and Doyoung. “Walk me through the campaigns and I’d like to see data—”

Mr. Choi chuckles — an unamused laugh that makes a knot twist in your stomach. You didn’t like the way his hand wiped over his mouth or the way he shook his head slightly as he scratched over the stubble he didn’t shave before coming to work. 

“What’s funny?” You question, cocking your head to the side in confusion. You look over at Doyoung and take a sharp inhale, bracing himself for the comment the manager is about to make. 

“I can’t help but think we’re overestimating the value of our creative department.” Mr. Choi says ignorantly with a dismissive shrug to his shoulders. “I mean, anyone with a smartphone can upload a post to social media.” 

Your blood boils, heat rushing to your cheeks and a slight ringing in your ear. Between the surprised look on Mina’s face, the second hand embarrassment in Doyoung’s, and Johnny's tense expression written all over his face, you can’t not say something. 

“But what do I know right?” Mr. Choi laughs, crossing his arms over his chest and an oblivious laugh leaving his lips. 

Johnny steps forward to defend Doyoung’s team, something he’s done countless times before, knowing Doyoung won’t ruffle feathers with a man as ignorant as Mr. Choi. 

But you speak before he can.

“Sir, I hope you’re not insinuating our creative team doesn’t provide an essential role to this company?” You let out, voice calm and steady. “I’d hate to see when a poorly thought out campaign or a post highlighting a failed strategy goes viral. It wouldn’t reflect well on the company or the founder, would it?” 

The mere mention of the founder turns Mr. Choi’s face pale, letting your words sink in before uncomfortably clearing his throat. Your eyes lock with his, refusing to be the first person to look away. Mr. Choi feels the tension, beads of sweat forming on the nape of his neck before looking down; your comment about the founder rattling him more than anything. 

“You’re right.” He manages to let out, rolling his shoulders back in a lame attempt to recoup. “I will let the four of you get back to work. Please let me know if you need anything.”

And just like that, with no apology, Mr. Choi turns on his heels and walks out of your office and straight to the elevators.

“Well that was fucking rude,” Mina huffs. “What kind of manager says that about any department?”

“An incompetent one.” Johnny scoffs, then quickly apologizing on Mr. Choi’s behalf. “We learned to ignore a lot of his comments. I’m sorry you had to see that first hand.”

“And so soon.” Doyoung adds, his eyes still glued in the direction of your office door. 

“Just ignore him,” Johnny breathes, shoulders finally relaxing as he turns to you, then to Mina. “We have a solid team and despite us not listening to him or anything he says, we don’t get reprimanded harshly when we actually do our job well and the higher ups are happy with the results.”

“This is gonna be a shitshow.” Mina exhales, then turns to you with her hand on your shoulder and a playful grin stretched across her face. “Good luck, you’re gonna need it more than me.” When she turns to her point of contact, she pulls him towards the door by his bicep. “C’mon Doyoung! We have a lot to go over.”

And just like that, you’re alone with Johnny. Thick silence fills the room and a prickling under your skin makes you shift on your feet. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Johnny arches a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he lifts his disposable cup to his lips. “How’ve you been?”

“Great.” You nod, quickly clearing your throat. “So about those upcoming projects—”

“You go straight to business, don’t you?” Johnny chuckles, dropping a seat on the arm rest of a nearby couch. “I remember you being… less serious than this.” He pauses, crossing his wrists over each other as it languidly rests against his thigh. “In fact, I remember you being more relaxed than anything else. So relaxed, you could barely open your eyes when my tongue—”

The palm of your hand flies over his mouth, pressing your skin against his soft and plump lips and nearly knocking the coffee cup from his hand. With a quiet shush, you slowly retract your hand and shut your office door before closing the blinds that look into the hallway.

“Listen, John.” You sigh, forehead pressed against the frame of your door before you turn to look at him. “Whatever happened between us stays between us and in the past.” 

Johnny cocks his head, listening intently to your words. 

“From this point, everything is strictly professional. No more flirtatious looks or those little smirks. None of that.” 

Johnny can only chuckle. Not dismissively, but amused. The tip of his tongue runs across his bottom lip before tucking it between his teeth. Setting his nearly empty cup on the coffee table, he stands to his full height, towering over you. 

Your breath catches in your throat, swallowing the words you meant to say. 

“You’re sure?” Slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, he takes a few steps toward you and traps you between his frame and the door you just backed into.

You simply nod, slow and unsure, but you hoped Johnny didn’t notice the presence of hesitation. His gaze swipes over your blown out pupils staring back at him before dropping to the untucked collar of your dress shirt. His long fingers gently adjust the fabric and your breathing halts, almost afraid any type of movement would silently tell him about the fire ignited in the pit of your stomach and the tingle between your thighs. 

When he pulls away, he grabs his coffee cup by its rim and simply flashes you a charming, easy going grin. 

“I’ll follow your lead, boss.” He nods once, then goes quiet for a beat too long before clearing his throat. “Do you, maybe, wanna get out of the way so I can show you those reports?”

Heat from embarrassment prickles your underarms, your senses suddenly feeling heightened as you pathetically regain the confidence to finally move out of the way and open the door behind you. The whiff of newly brewed coffee whips through you, the smell going unnoticed until now. The typing of keyboard keys and the playful banter between the two receptionists suddenly feel louder, but don't drown out the heartbeat you hear pounding against your chest. 

Johnny snakes from behind you, unlocking his own door. Lavender scent hits you by surprise as you step in; the mist from a nearby diffuser spritzing in a calculated pattern. You watch as Johnny moves behind his desk, fingers working fast to bring up the most recent reports. He glances at you, then pauses his movements. 

“You know you’re really awkward for someone who wants to move past our night of fun.” Johnny chuckles. “If you don’t want anyone to suspect anything, don’t be suspicious.”

“This is new to me.” You admit, dropping your arms to your side. 

“This position or what happened between us?” 

You roll your eyes and a tiny smirk threatening to make its way onto your face. “Working with someone I previously hooked up with.” You quietly say, moving behind his desk to see his computer screen.

He nods, eyes falling back onto the electronic files. “I was worried for a second that you didn’t know how to do your job.”

“I do it very well, thank you very much.”

“So I’ve heard.” Johnny remarks, opening up the files most relevant to this quarter. He looks up at you and you catch a glint in his eyes as a strand of your hair falls before you quickly swipe it away — Johnny being completely enamored by your presence before he could stop himself.

“John.” You softly call out. “The reports, please.” 

“Huh?” 

You shyly smile, your thumb and fingers pressing into his cheeks before gently turning his attention back to his computer screen. “The reports, Johnny. Walk me through them, please.” Slowly retracting your hand away from his cheeks, you watch a wide grin spread across his face.

“You got it, boss.”

— A Note & A Future Lunch Date.

Two months into acclimating to the new company and your new partner, you realize a few things: Mr. Choi is absolutely not fit for his managerial position, Mina has been on a personal mission to get Doyoung out of his introverted shell and stand up to anyone who downplays his intelligence, and Johnny is incredible at his job — so incredible, you’re wondering why he isn’t in the manager’s position himself.

In fact, you find yourself thinking about Johnny a lot — a lot for someone who wants to leave the hook up in the past. The way he tilts his head and holds eye contact when he’s listening to someone speak, how his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek right before his thumb brushes his bottom lip when he’s focused on the task at hand. And the way his fingers curl around—

“Any questions for us?” Johnny’s voice sears right through your thoughts and pulls you right back next to him in the boardroom with pairs of wide eyes staring at the two of you. 

“Yes.” The lanky old man that Johnny nicknamed Mr. Cautious speaks up, shifting in his seat as he stares at the color-coded line graph behind you. Using his pen to point behind you, you and Johnny slightly turn in the direction he’s pointing in. “How are you two confident your sales are projected to increase? I mean, not too long ago, this company barely had revenue coming in a few months ago.”

“Rest assured that our predictions are based on the upward trend we’ve been seeing in the most recent weeks. New strategies, more effective and efficient I may add, have increased our numbers drastically and immediately.” You share, taking pride in the strategic plan you and Mina helped implement since arriving — no thanks to Mr. Choi who insisted on keeping the mess of a strategy already set in place until you kindly reminded him the reason behind your transfer.

“I get that, but—” Mr. Cautious interjects, hesitation written all over his face. 

“I understand the risk you’re taking.” You reassure, now understanding the reason behind Johnny’s nickname for the man in front of you.

“If I may add,” Johnny interjects, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks and straightening to his full height. He glances over your way before looking straight at Mr. Cautious. “The company Y/N is transferring from has one of, if not the best, business strategies that we've seen in years — the same strategy we’ve adopted just recently and the numbers don’t lie. You can choose now or you can choose to wait, but I fear waiting won’t have much benefit to it.”

“Though I’m sure you already know that, sir.” You flash a charming smile, before glancing over at Johnny who follows your lead and plasters a grin on his face. “You’ll find standard contracts in the folders as well.” 

In unison, those in front of you pull out the contract and look it over before signing away. A knock on the conference room door pulls your attention before Mina’s head pops in just in time for her and Doyoung’s time slot with the group. Johnny quickly collects the contracts before you both quickly grab your belongings, say your goodbyes with the crowd in front of you, and head out into the hallway.

“All contracts accounted for.” Johnny smiles proudly. “Even from Mr. Cautious himself.” He lifts his fist to give you a fist bump and you reciprocate, a little ritual you two have when you both have a successful day. “I’m going out for lunch, do you wanna join me?”

“I’m okay. I was planning to use my lunch break to catch up on my sleep.” Cupping your cheeks with the palms to warm your cold hands, you turn to glance at the surprisingly comfortable couch in your office. 

“I’m gonna guess you spent the night working.” Johnny crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head like a disappointed father. 

“You guessed right.” You giggle. “But before you go, I wanna thank you for having my back in there.  It’s nice to know I have someone I can rely on.”

Johnny smiles, endearingly stroking the back of your head. “We’re a team, you don’t have to thank me.”

”Sure, but I think it’s still worth noting.” You gently squeeze his arm. “Even if Mr. Choi refuses to admit it to your face, you’re amazing.”

“Well, since we’re dishing out compliments,” Johnny steps forward and leans towards your ear. “I’m glad you're here. You make coming to work worth it.”

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling too wide at Johnny’s words. “Enjoy your lunch John. I’ll see you in a little bit.” 

Johnny nods, watching you disappear into your office. You catch his eyes from your window and you give him a small wave before shutting the newly replaced blinds that blocked out the hallway lights. Situating yourself on your sofa, you can’t help but replay Johnny’s words in your head until you drift off to sleep.   

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The alarm on your phone interrupts your sleep to let you know that you have 15 minutes left of your lunch break. Stretching your arms over your head, you stare at the blank ceiling to help yourself actively wake up before sitting up on your sofa.

To your surprise, you find a wrapped sandwich, an unopened bag of your favorite chips, a bottle of water, and a handwritten note from a memo pad you have on your desk is sitting undisturbed on the coffee table in front of you.

It’s your usual order. You need the energy :)  - Johnny

You make your way over to your blinds, opening it up and seeing Johnny sitting at his desk chewing on the end of his covered pen before his eyes meets yours. He gives you a small wave before grabbing his notepad and jotting something down then lifting it up for you to read.

Did you sleep well?

You quickly look behind you for the identical notepad and pen to write your response.

Yes, I did :) Thanks for the food, too.  I owe you a lunch date this week.    

Holding up the notepad to the window, you watch the way Johnny’s eyes scan your writing and a genuine smile stretches across his face. Pressing his pen to the paper, he writes a quick response and lifts the notepad to his chest.

I’ll hold you to that :)

You quietly laugh to yourself, then nod at Johnny, silently agreeing to his words. Johnny gives you a wicked smirk accompanied by a wink before his attention turns to his ringing phone. You take that as your cue to quickly scarf down your lunch as you clear out your email’s inbox, ensuring to tuck Johnny’s note into your wallet for safe keeping.

— A Rainy Day.

Four months into transferring and the routine of your position is deeply rooted into your daily life. Rolling your neck, you briefly shut your eyes in an attempt to relieve the strain on your eyes from staring at your computer screen all day. 

It’s one of those days you haven’t left your office — meeting with people virtually, ordering lunch through an app and one of the two receptions delivering it to you to get a second away from the ringing of their phones, staring out your window at at the pouring rain, and above all being isolated from the one person that effortlessly eased your work stress. 

Johnny’s been cooped up in his office for the same reason you are — meeting with overseas partners and clients virtually. You’ve caught him a few times, pacing back and forth in his attempt to stimulate his brain to prevent him from falling asleep during boring small talk he doesn’t care about. 

You try your best to refocus on the reports you have left to do before your work day ends. Your eyes gloss over yet another detailed and excruciating report, scanning for information that would be remotely beneficial to you at the moment. 

When you finally come across a discrepancy, your body jolts to attention and you use this as an excuse to save both you and Johnny from another minute of boredom. 

Your hand flies to your office phone’s receiver to call your partner in the room across from you. Two rings pass until Johnny’s voice is heard on the other line.

“Hey boss, finally caved in to admit you missed me today?” He jokingly says, leaning into the backrest of his chair and tucking an arm under the other. 

“No, I—”

“Too lazy to walk in here yourself?” He quickly interjects, head flying up when he sees you through the hallway windows when you stand from your seat, giving him a look that feigns annoyance. In return, Johnny gives you a quick, playful wink as he holds the phone’s receiver to his ear. 

“Or did you call to see if I missed you since I’ve been cooped up in this stupid office all day without my favorite person to keep me company. The answer is yes by the way, if you care.” 

His words, admittedly, make your heart soar. Your lips break into a smile before you could stop it. “Then stretch those long legs of yours and make your way over here. I need to talk to you about something.”

“Something?” His brow quirks up and a little smirk lifts from the corner of his mouth. “Something delightful, I hope.”

“Not quite.” You hum and scrunch your nose, watching his lips fall into a frown as he hears your words. “It’s about the reports you sent me.”

“Uh oh, I’m not in trouble, am I?” His bottom lip juts into an exaggerated pout, swiveling his chair side to side as he holds your gaze through the glass. 

“You will be if you don’t make yourself useful and get over here.” You lift a finger and curl it, motioning him to ‘come here’ before ending the call. 

Sauntering over, Johnny appears in your doorway within seconds. “Your insane attention to detail will be the death of me.” Johnny complains, making his way over to you. “What did I do wrong boss? And go easy on me, my ego is still recovering from the last time.”

“Oh please, last time only I pointed out your typos before sending it off to the execs and you acted as if I cursed your entire family.” You roll your eyes. “You’re being so dramatic. Anyway, lucky for you, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just have a question about the drop in sales from here—” You point at your computer screen, your manicured nail pointing to the drop in numbers on the table in the report. “—to here and it keeps repeating every year. I’m not planning on having it repeat again, so do you have any idea what happened?”

Johnny makes his way behind you to get a better look at the screen. Bending forward, one hand presses on top of the wooden table top of your desk while the other rests on the top of your backrest. With his cheek so close it could brush yours, you could smell a whiff of his cologne — the same one from the night you first met him. 

He hums and mumbles something quietly under his breath before the hand behind you goes over your shoulder and traps you between his body while he uses your mouse and keyboard to search through your inbox for reports Doyoung has sent the two of you.

You can’t help but watch his long fingers move as you’ve taken a liking to them after your rendezvous with him. Your gaze wanders up his arm, admiring the veins protruding against his skin until you glance up at his features — first his angled jaw, then his soft lips. 

 “What’re you looking at, boss?” Johnny grins, eyes still locked onto your screen. “Your wandering eyes are gonna get us both in trouble.” But from the way he’s blushing, it’s clear he’s enjoying your attention. 

Biting the corner of your bottom lip, you refocus on the screen. “Just wondering why you’re so close to me.” 

“It’s because you’re my favorite person,” Johnny smiles. “As for the reports, I’ll set up a meeting with Doyoung and Mina for tomorrow to see if we can remedy this dip in sales.” 

“Thank you.” You whisper as you turn to him, his lips now inches away from yours. 

You’re tempted to kiss him, feeling first hand depravity from not touching him for so long especially when that’s all you did that night. You’ve tried to deny the tension between you two; tried to ignore the flirtatious comments he made that you’ve engraved into your memory; tried to talk yourself out of using that night’s experience to help you pleasure yourself. 

But you hold yourself back, again. 

After all, he’s your co-worker and you know better than to mix business with pleasure.

“From what I remember, you have another meeting in ten minutes.” You softly let out, ultimately being the first one to pull away. 

Johnny looks at the time on the top right of your computer screen and drops his head in disappointment. Pulling back, he straightens his posture and rubs his hands over his face.

“Can I stay here?” He pouts, the inner part of his brows curving upward and his eyes softening. “I can’t stand being in my office alone. It’s depressing.”

“Isn’t that inappropriate?” You tease, swiveling your chair side to side as you look up at Johnny. “I am your senior after all.” 

Johnny huffs a chuckle, rolls his eyes, and pokes his tongue against his cheek. “God forbid I took a gap year after graduation to broaden my horizons.” He sarcastically retorts. “You only have seniority over me by one year. You have to feel bad — I’m going insane in my office. I need social interaction that isn’t online.” 

“Fine!” You dramatically huff, waving your hand in the air. “You can sit at my desk while you have your meeting. I’ll make myself comfortable on the couch and read over—”

“Thank you!” He happily interjects, grabbing your hand and placing a dramatic kiss on the back of your hand. “You’re amazing.”

You can’t help but giggle, watching as he proudly makes his way out of your office to grab his laptop and other necessities for his meeting, though he ends up choosing to stay with you until the end of the work day. 

Four months into transferring and you’ve gotten to see many sides of Johnny — all sides you find utterly charming and endearing; all sides that make your heart race and your mind rattle.

— Out of Town Bar & A Tucked Away Office.

You don’t notice when Johnny walks in. 

His suit jacket slung over his arm and long sleeves of his white collared shirt pushed up to his elbows. He runs his fingers through his loosely styled hair that loosened through the day while a sealed pack of cookies are presented in front of you. You look up at the man that’s been on your mind more often than you’d ever admit — and, god, does he look ethereal when he gives you a tired lopsided grin. 

“What’s this for?” You ask, picking up the sealed bag of cookies and examining it. “You know that sucking up to me isn’t gonna make me like you more.”

“You know you love me. I’m your life line here.” Johnny grins, taking a seat on one of the chairs placed in front of your desk. “A client gave it to me and I thought you’d like it when your sweet tooth kicks in during the day.”

“What’re you talking about? I don’t have a sweet tooth.”

“I catch you stealing sweets from the break room all the time.” Johnny giggles, resting his ankle just above his knee. “Did you know you walked into the break room five times in a span of seven minutes yesterday?”

“No…I did not.” You embarrassingly admit, biting your bottom lip before taking the cookies and rolling your office chair over to your mini fridge nearby to secure them for future use. “Thank you for the treat.” 

“You’re welcome.” Johnny adjusts himself in his seat, lifting his hips slightly to lower himself just a bit.

“You don’t normally stay this late.” You ask, palm resting under your chin. 

“Been keeping an eye on me?” Johnny smirks, fist gently pressing into his temple as his elbow is propped onto the chair’s arm rest. “Didn’t know you cared that much.”

“I care.” You quickly interject, looking down at how reckless your words came out. “Is everything okay?” 

Johnny simply nods. “Why are you still here?” He questions, looking at the analog clock perched near the windows. 

“I got a hot date with reports.” You reply bleakly, pointing your pen towards your computer screen. “I just need to finish a few things so I don’t have to worry about it.” 

“Do you have a lot to do?”

Leaning into your chair, you cross your arms and scan the to-do list you have written on a notepad. “Eager to help cut my work load in half, is that it?”

Johnny chuckles quietly, then shakes his head. “Eager to have drinks with you tonight actually.” His words are so brazen and matter of fact, it takes you by surprise; only allowing you to stutter out a response before recollecting yourself. 

“No,” you chuckle, “we both know what happened the last time I had drinks with you.” 

The fond memory flashes through your mind before you could stop it. The positions he had you in, the marks that remained as a remembrance a few weeks afterwards, and the intense pleasure you felt for hours you couldn’t replicate on your own. 

“Plus, someone could see us.” You add, shoulders slumping when you feel a hint of disappointment in your chest. 

Johnny sits up, straightening his back and extending his long legs outwards to cross an ankle over the other. “There’s this bar on the outskirts of the city that no one here goes to.”

You sharply inhale, still cautious about the offer. 

“Colleagues have drinks with each other all the time, why can’t we be one of them?” He questions, tilting his head to the side and gaze dragging along your features, eyes softening as the milliseconds pass. “We’re friends. Friends have drinks with each other.”

The word echoes in your ears and you don’t expect the simple label to sting the way it did. Friends. The quick, harsh squeeze of your heart makes you sharply inhale before you’re able to play it off with a long exhale. 

“You’ve worked hard since you started here and I’d like to treat you to a night out to—” Johnny pauses, buying himself time to find the words he needs to convince you to spend your Friday night with him. “—celebrate everything you’ve done.”

A tiny uninvited smile tugs at your mouth and Johnny notices it. 

“Is that a yes?” He quietly teases. “Please let it be a yes.”

You surrender. “My place is nearby. We can leave our cars there and get an Uber to the bar.” You offer, giving into the temptation. 

“Smart girl.” Johnny’s lips parted into a cheesy grin before jumping to his feet, rubbing the palm of his hands together. “I promise you won’t regret it!”

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“How’d you find this place?” You ask. The thin long sleeves of your blouse cling to your arms as you cross them over your chest in an attempt to keep yourself warm against the cool air.

“My friend Yuta owns it.” Johnny says proudly, hand resting on your mid back and ushering you towards the bar’s entrance. 

“So you just have bartender friends all over the country?” You giggle, remember the handsome bartender who first introduced you to Johnny. 

Johnny grins and causally shrugs. “What can I say? Making connections is my forte. I even have some out of the country, if you fancy taking a trip with me overseas.” 

“Let’s get through tonight first before we start planning trips to other countries. For all you know, I could be trouble.”

“Oh I know you’re trouble.” Johnny gives you a knowing glance, standing in line at the entrance. “That certainly doesn’t deter me whatsoever.” 

Playfully and gently shoving him, Johnny’s arm slings over your shoulders and pulls you close as you two walk into the establishment. Classic rock from the 80s, 90s, and 2000s plays in the background as the chattering of patrons suddenly fills your ears. Johnny leads you to an empty table, giving you the small laminated menu sitting among the napkin dispenser and the ketchup and mustard bottles.

As you scan the menu, a young man with dark shoulder length hair pulled back into a half up and down updo using hair sticks appears next to Johnny. With one hand cupping Johnny’s shoulder, the other lifts to give Johnny a familiar handshake. 

“Hey John, haven’t seen you in a while.” The man glances over to you, giving you a friendly smile to show off his pearly white teeth. “Who’s your lady friend?”

“She’s my boss.” You catch a mischievous glint in his eye when he looks at you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops immediately. “I-I’m not his boss. That would be so inappropriate.” You shake your head, palms facing outward and shaking mirroring the way you’re denying his accusations. Your face quickly heats up, the heat traveling down your entire body making your entire body prickle. “We just work together.” 

Johnny’s friend laughs loudly. “I believe you, don’t worry. I’m Yuta.” Extending his hand out, you take it and give it a firm shake. 

“Oh! You’re the owner.” You gleefully say, “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. How do you know Johnny?” 

Yuta scratches the back of his neck. “We slept together in college.” With his quick movements, he blocks Johnny’s punch to his shoulder, telling you they’ve done this many times before.

“You gotta stop telling everyone that.” Johnny shakes his head, pulling Yuta in a headlock. “Tell her the truth.”

Yuta flashes you a smile, hands gripping Johnny’s wrist. “We were roommates in college,” he laughs, “so technically what I said is true.” Yuta finally frees himself from Johnny’s grasp, strands of hair somehow falling perfectly to frame his face. “I had the top bunk and he got the bottom.”

“Huh,” you let out as you looked at Johnny, “I never took you as a bottom.” 

“Alright, you two are done.” Johnny shakes his head, grabbing Yuta by his shoulders and turning him away.

“You should get the beer battered fish and chips. It’s our most popular dish!” Yuta shouts as he’s pushed away from the table and towards the bar. 

“For the record I asked for the bottom bunk purely because I kept hitting my head when I sat up. I’m certainly not a bottom…” Johnny holds contact a little too long enough to catch a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or have you forgotten?”

Your eyes quickly and bashfully avert away from his gaze, locking onto the menu in your hand. “I think I’ll take the fish and chips, like Yuta recommended.” You let out, changing the subject. “With a beer.”

“Good choice. I’ll be right back.”

Johnny disappears into the crowd, though the top of his head sticks out and easy to spot makes you less worried that you’ll lose sight of him. Taking a glance around the room, you watch the group of people intently watching the white cue ball make its way across the billiards table before strategizing their next move. You glance over the group of people chugging their beers while the rest of the group cheers them on. Your eyes move towards a couple in a corner booth, watching as they giggle to themselves and throwing flirty glances toward each other. You try not to stare, but their nerves are so palpable you could feel it three tables away.

Your attention is pulled towards the unopened bottle of beer in front of you as Johnny takes a swig of the identical bottle in his hand. Without a word, Johnny uses the wide part of a random key from his keychain to effortlessly pop off the bottle cap. 

“Are you showing off, John?” You playfully retort with your hand resting under your chin.

”Depends. Is it working?” He smiles, taking another sip of his drink. “I figured it’s better to open your drink in front of you, so you know it isn’t tampered with.”

“Very considerate of you, thank you.”

Johnny simply lifts his bottle towards you and you gently clink your amber colored glass against his. Taking a long sip, you allow your body to finally relax after a long week of work. Johnny makes himself comfortable on a stool across from you, elbows resting on the round table in front of him.

“What caught your attention earlier?” Johnny asks.

“It looks like that couple may be on a first date.” You share, inconspicuously tilting your head in the direction of the couple in the corner booth. “I found it cute that they’re holding hands under the table and it got me thinking about my first date, that’s all.”

“Oh?” Johnny’s eyebrows quirks upward, leaning into the backrest of his chair. “Do tell.” 

“No.” You shake your head. “Not a chance.”

“Oh come on!” Johnny pouts. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“And what makes you think I’d want to hear about your first date?” You tease. 

“Fair.” Johnny shrugs. “Hearing about another guy being your first anything doesn’t seem like a topic I’d like to touch on.” 

You quietly chuckle and lean into your seat. “Jealous?”

“How can I not be?”

Your foot playfully jabs Johnny’s covered calf, causing him to chuckle to himself. Before he could speak up, you’re interrupted by a waiter and the delivery of the food Johnny ordered for the both of you. With a quick thank you, you take a bite of the potato fry that’s clearly fresh out of the fryer.

“Okay, so no discussing first date experience. Tell me what your ideal date would be.” Johnny lets out, mirroring your movements and grabbing a bite of the freshly fried potato.

“What?” You giggle, folding your arms over your chest. “Why would you want to know that?”

“Humor me.” Johnny shrugs. “I’m trying to have a normal conversation. What would your ideal date be?” 

His gaze locks onto yours and you bite the line he’s throwing. With a sharp inhale, you lean forward. You follow Johnny’s fingers as he rips a piece of fish from the plate in front of you and dips it into the accompanying sauce the dish comes with before popping it into his mouth. 

“A candle light dinner at home and a movie afterwards.”

“Huh.”

“What?” 

“I took you for someone who’d want to go to a fancy restaurant or something. Maybe take a trip overseas for dinner. Your ideal date seems—”

”Basic?”

Johnny nods, watching as your lips wrap around the opening of the beer bottle.

“A lot of the men I dated loved the lavish lifestyle and it gets old really fast when you realize they’d rather shower you with expensive things than spend time with you.” You let out a sigh. “I know it sounds like a first world complaint, but at the end of the day, it’s a whole lot of loneliness.”

“And that’s why you’d rather have a simple night in with someone that’s genuinely interested in you.” Johnny slowly nods, leaning into his chair and bringing the opening of his drink to his lips. “That’s good to know.” 

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Four beers in and suddenly Johnny’s the funniest and most philosophical person you know; not to mention, a yapper who can go on and on about his growing Pokémon card collection that probably makes him the cutest nerd who has a goldmine of rare cards that would put him on a rob list. 

Two beers in and a glass of whisky later, you’re a giggling mess and suddenly sharing more about your life than you’d ever imagined you would — everything laid out on the table for Johnny to pick and choose what to relentlessly tease you about; though he probably would never.

You catch the glimpse of the time, surprised with how quickly it has passed when you're with Johnny. “We should probably head out soon. It’s getting late.” 

Johnny lifts his wrist, checking his watch. “Time flies when you’re having fun, huh?” He grins, swallowing the last bits of his drink before pulling his phone out. “I’ll order a ride.”

With your hand on his, you halt his movements. “Let me use the restroom first. It’s a pretty long ride back.” You eye the line of the woman’s restroom, sighing in disappointment as you’re aware of how full your bladder is. “We might be waiting for a while.” 

Johnny follows where your gaze falls before tucking his phone away. Standing from his seat, he offers his hand to help you up. “We can use Yuta’s office restroom.” 

“He’ll be okay with that?” You question, taking his hand and allowing him to lead the way.

“Yeah. He gave me a spare key to his office for nights I get too drunk and can’t make it home. His couch isn’t the comfiest, but when you’re drunk out of your mind, anything will do.” 

You giggle, following him down the hall hidden behind the bar. Based on the lack of intervention from the employees, you have a feeling he’s done this a few times short of it becoming a habit. 

He unlocks the wooden door with a key he has and ushers you in. When the door shuts, the loud music and chatter suddenly stops. “The restroom is the door on your left. I’ll get a ride here while you do what you gotta do.”

“Thank you.” You smile, rushing off to the restroom while Johnny fiddles with his phone. 

When you exit the restroom, Johnny quickly looks up at you from the sofa and jumps to his feet. “Our ride is 10 minutes away.”

You nod, looking around the room and catching the framed photos on Yuta’s desk. One photo of who you assumed to be Yuta and his parents, another of Yuta and his sisters, and another of a younger bar owner and a group of men — one of them being a shirtless younger Johnny with bleached blonde hair and lack of his tattoos that adorned his bicep that you’ve imagined tracing over more than you’d like to admit. 

“This is you, right?” You smile, pointing at the photo of him at the beach with his friends. “I wouldn’t have expected you to go blonde.”

Johnny sharply inhales, shaking his head in disapproval of his younger self’s choices. “Spur of the moment type of thing.” He shrugs, using his large hand to cover the photo from your view. “Let’s not walk down memory lane of embarrassing moments.”

You smile, setting the framed photo down where it previously was. “Maybe you should consider going back.” Lifting your hand, you run your fingers through the side of his hair. “I think you looked great.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’m very fond of the idea of frying my hair off again.” Johnny chuckles, taking your hand in his. “I just got it back to a healthy state.”

Pulling your hand back, you cross your arms over your chest. “Should we wait outside for our ride?” 

Johnny glances towards the door, then back at you. Lifting his hand, he gently moves a strand of hair away from your eyes and tucking it behind your ear. “I think you’ll be warmer here.” 

Your knees go weak and there’s the flutters in your stomach that you try to bury deep into the pit of your stomach. When you finally meet his eyes, his gaze flicks between your eyes and lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You mumble, suddenly feeling self conscious. 

“You’re beautiful.”

“We agreed to be strictly professional.” Your voice trembles when you feel his palm slide down your arm, the conviction in your words slowly withering with a simple touch. “Compliments like that are making me think you’re not holding up your end of our deal.”

“Believe me, I’m trying.” Johnny chuckles, his hand now playing with your fingertips right before lacing his fingers between yours. “You’re just…really hard to ignore.” 

His lips press against your knuckles and you don’t stop him; not when he gives you a tender kiss on your wrist or when his lips press into your cheek, and certainly not when his hand cups the side of your neck and he gently weaves his lips with yours. 

Warmth spreads through your body while his arms slide across your lower back to pull you closer. Your body arches into him, fingers mindlessly raking through his hair before you pull away slightly breathless. 

“I don’t think this is what friends do, Johnny.” 

A quiet huff that resembles a laugh leaves his lips before resuming his movements. “Please don’t be mad. I only said that because I thought you wanted me to say it.” He confesses between breaths and kisses. “I thought that’d be more palatable than to tell you how badly I want you.” 

A smile blooms across your lips, satisfied with his words. You deepen the kiss — this time your lips frantically moving like you’ve been deprived from his touch for years. 

You press against the edge of the desk, feeling the bulge forming under Johnny’s dress pants and heat pools between your thighs. Your hand dips under his waistband, feeling his warm and veiny shaft harden at your touch, twitching as your fingers wrap around his girth. With one full stroke from his base to his tip, he shudders. Your thumb rolls over his slit, his hand cups the back of your head and fingers grip your roots, tilting your head to look at him. 

“Tell me you want me too.” He softly growls, his forehead pressing against yours. “I can’t be the only one.”

You grin, slowly stroking his shaft and watching him melt under your touch. “I need you.” You whisper against his lips. “Let me taste you.”

Johnny takes half a step back and you drop to your knees, fingers hastily moving to bring his waistband down his thighs. Before he could take in the sight of you on your knees for him, you envelop his tip between your lips and his jaw drops at the warmth your mouth offers. As your tongue swirls around his sensitive tip, his head tips back and his teeth bite down on his knuckle to stop the noise he so desperately wants to make. 

Swallowing around him, saliva runs down your chin as his tip meets the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to water and when you look up at him, mouth full of his heavy cock, your tears spill from the outer corners of your eyes and he gently swipes them away with his thumbs.

“You’re doing a great job, baby.” He coos, the pads of his fingers gently stroking the space under your eyes. “You’re so perfect. Taking me so well.”

Your tummy does backflips and you squeeze your thighs shut, focusing on the bobbing of your head and the swirl of your tongue. Your cheeks hallow around his tip, sucking it until his lips break apart with a moan, jaw slacking and chest huffing up at down. 

“My perfect girl.” He babbles, fingers gripping the roots of your hair. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come for you.”

Excitement ignites just behind your bellybutton, sucking on his tip just as you’ve done before. His eyes flutter shut and his brows draw tight. Johnny quietly groans your name, whispering it over and over like a prayer. His cheeks burn and his fingers twitch just before he tightens his grip in your hair.

And before he could stop it, his thick creamy ropes paint your tongue as his body stills, letting his entire body feel the ecstasy you helped him achieve. With a quick swallow of the remnants in your mouth, you pepper his sensitive tip and shaft with gentle kisses. 

Helping you to your feet, his lips crash into yours while his hands frantically grope your backside. But before any other exploration could happen, a notification on his phone goes off. 

A small frustrated groan rumbles in his throat and he pulls his phone out to see the notification that the ride he’s requested is arriving. 

“Everything okay?” You ask, glancing at Johnny’s phone then catching his eye. 

“Yeah, our ride is here.” He sighs, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. “We should probably—”  He tilts his head towards the door and you simply nod, quickly readjusting your clothes before Johnny leads you out the door hand in hand.

Johnny slides in next to you, fingers lacing between yours and his head resting on your shoulder. The hints of his cologne mix with the smell of alcohol on his lips, and while you’d find it completely unpleasant if it were anyone else, Johnny was the exception. 

And part of you entertains the idea that he’ll always be an exception.

— Apartment 3B.

“Thank you for tonight.” Johnny gives you a lopsided smile, the alcohol still coursing through his bloodstream. “Not just for what happened in Yuta’s office, but for letting me get to know you a little more.”

“Yeah, it was fun. A night away every once and a while doesn’t hurt.” You nod, feeling the cool air prickling your skin. 

There’s a beat of silence, unsure of where to go from here. You shift on your feet, looking behind you at the entrance of your apartment building and Johnny glances towards his parked car, fingers fiddling with the keys in his pocket. 

“I should probably go.” Johnny’s lips press into each other, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You must be tired.”

A tiny grin dances on your lips. Stepping forward, you reach for Johnny’s wrist as he pulls his keys out of his pockets. He looks at you surprised, lips parting slightly. 

“I can’t let you drive after drinking tonight regardless of how much you can ‘handle your liquor.’” You let out, gently tugging on his wrist. 

“You’re right.” Johnny sighs, looking back at his car. “I’ll sleep in my—”

You lift your palm to stop him. “You’ll be warmer in my place.” Giving him an affirmative nod, you pull him towards your building’s front entrance before he could object and you refuse to let his hand go as you both walk up to the third floor to your apartment. 

As you push open the front door, you feel the surge of anticipation run through you as you blindly search for the nearby lightswitch. When the bright warm colored lights fill the room, you quickly step in and both you and your guest for the night toe off your shoes, kicking them to the side of the entrance way. 

“Nice place,” Johnny compliments, “very cozy.”

You chuckle, turning on your heel to look at him. “Thanks. C’mon, I’ll give you a quick tour.” Extending your hand out, he cups his palm into yours but this time, he pulls you into his body – one hand finding your waist while the other cups the side of your neck and his lips hastily find his way to yours once more. 

You don’t take a second to think about what to do next when your hands frantically undo the buttons of his long sleeve shirt and strip it off, throwing it haphazardly behind you while he drops his pants to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. It takes a split second to have your clothes in a pile next to the front door, leaving you in your matching garment set.

You’re stumbling through your apartment entrance, finally tumbling on top of Johnny as he falls onto your sofa. Climbing on top of him, knees pressing into the cushions of each side of his thighs, his erection hardens with every minuscule movement of your hips. 

“Finally gonna let me be on top?” You playfully ask, trailing kisses against his jaw and down the side of his neck. 

Johnny rasps a laugh, arms wrapping around your hips and in one swift move, he’s on top of you — giving you your answer. 

“Not a chance.” He hums as the tip of his nose brushes against your cheek just before placing a soft tender kiss on your heated skin. “Now open—” He smacks the side of your thigh, the slap of flesh filling the silence of the room. “I need to taste you after you’ve deprived me for so long.” 

You do as he says, spreading your thighs apart as you watch Johnny drop to his knees. Pulling aside the fabric covering your core, he wastes no time tasting you with a long strip of his tongue against your slit. Your head presses into the soft backing of your sofa, fingers raking through his hair as he devours you with no end in sight even when your vision blurs into stars or when your chest heaves up and down, and certainly not when you’re a whimpering mess with your nails digging into your cushion and gripping the edge of your seat.

Your body trembles when he gives you mercy, pulling away with his lips and chin glistening with your slick. You grab his hair, yanking him to your lips and your hands busy themselves with the waistband of the only fabric he has on. Slipping it down his legs and letting it pool around his feet before kicking it to the side, you give his long length a few pumps until his jaw slacks open as he feels all his blood rush to his cock. 

Aligning his leaking tip with your entrance, he pushes into you, pressing your thighs to widen your spread for him. And with ease, you take him without hesitation. 

“Your cunt is starving for me, baby—” Johnny groans, “begging me to stretch this pretty pussy open until you’re stuffed full with my cum.”

Blood rushes to your face and your heart races. You watch the way Johnny’s blown out pupils scan your features, suddenly making you extremely aware of how intoxicating his movements are — the quick and brutal thrust of his hips, the rush of heat through your body when his tip meets that sweet spot, and especially when his fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you down his cock. 

You don’t bother being quiet. Not when Johnny pushes your knees to your chest and traps your body between him and the couch cushions, feeling your pulse pick up in speed and the octave in your moans becoming louder and louder with every pound of his cock into your soaking cunt. 

“Scream for me, baby.” Johnny growls, the raw slapping of flesh punctuated by a groan. “Let everyone know I’m breeding my girl. Let them know you’re mine.”

His words only rattle in your head, making you nod and babble like the obedient slut you are. You cry out his name, tears prickling from the outer corners of your eyes as you writhe under him. 

“Say you’re mine.” He orders through clenched teeth, hips harshly thrusting into you before stilling, feeling his tip press into your g-spot and making your eyes roll back. “Say. It.”

“Y—” Your breath hitches. “I-I’m yours.”

You mindlessly repeat the words, satisfying Johnny as his hips mercilessly snaps into you until you’re sobbing out how pathetically close you are to the edge; unable to hold on to the last bit of control you’re desperately clinging on to. 

Your voice breaks as you cry out his name, feeling your walls tighten around every crevice of his engorged cock. Your eyes roll back, nails scraping down the skin of his back as his face buries into the crook of your neck. You whimper through the pleasure and your desperate noises are enough to make his voice crack on a moan, feeling him empty himself inside of you in sharp pulses. His cock twitches and a gravelly groan rumbles from his chest, pinning your hand into the sofa cushion with his eyes screwing shut and jaw slacking open at the bliss coursing through his body.

When he pulls his heavy cock out of you, the remnants he left behind slowly drip out of you and onto your flushed skin. Johnny smirks, using two fingers to scoop up the spill and push it back inside. 

“It's dripping out of you already.” Johnny grins, fascinated with the sight of you limp and satisfied. 

“Maybe you should fuck it in me again.” You happily let out as you prop yourself on your elbows. “Harder this time.” 

“That wasn’t hard enough for you?” Johnny questions, an eyebrow quirking and his grin spreads wider, sharp enough to make your pulse skip. “I’m gonna have to fix that, don’t I?”

“I think so,” you tease. “Unless you think you don’t have it in you?”

Johnny laughs deep in his throat, a laugh that promises trouble. “Oh you’re definitely going to regret saying that.” 

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The ache between your thighs is difficult to ignore as you carefully pull yourself out of bed to make coffee for yourself and the unexpected overnight guest who laid peacefully with his body heat keeping you warm last night. 

“Where are you going?” He groggily asks, one eye squinting as he lifts his head to watch you throw on your silk robe. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving me again.” His sleepy smile sends your heart into overdrive and you give him a reassuring peck on his temple.

“I’m gonna make coffee.” You whisper. “Its also my place, where else would I go?”

Johnny sheepishly smiles, falling back onto your pillow as you walk out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. As you wait for the coffee, the silence makes you think back on the night you had — a night that somehow surpassed the pleasure of the first time you spent with Johnny. You find your giddy state to be slightly embarrassing, but you can’t help but quietly squeal as if you had reached a new level of happiness. 

“I love the smell of coffee in the morning,” Johnny yawns, joining you in your kitchen still in his boxer briefs. He takes a seat on a countertop and carefully takes hold of the mug you offer, taking a small sip. His eyes flutter shut, allowing the warm liquid to work its way through his body. “Not the best cure for a hangover, but addicting nonetheless.”

You chuckle, taking small sips of your beverage. “What do you want for breakfast?” You ask, setting down your favorite mug and making your way to the fridge. You pull the double fridge doors open, quickly embarrassed by the emptiness in front of you. “Ah, on second thought—” You let out an awkward laugh before it falters into a fake cough.

“Breakfast is on me. Is delivery okay?” Johnny swoops in, hopping off the counter. 

You eagerly nod, delighted by the idea that you get to finally spend the morning after with Johnny. 

Johnny disappears into your bedroom to fetch his phone, meanwhile your attention turns to the front door after hearing your doorbell. Peaking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Kang, outside with her lip tucked between her teeth and her brows knitted together. 

You quickly open your front door and a wave of relief washes over your neighbor’s face when she sees you. 

“Oh thank god!” Mrs. Kang lets out. “You’re okay.”

“Y-yeah, I am. Is everything okay? Do you need help, Mrs. K?” 

Your elderly neighbor shakes her head. Her short dark bob swung at her movements. “It’s just, I didn’t hear you come home last night and then I heard these noises coming from your apartment. I called my daughter to see what I should do — if I should check in on you when I heard the noise or call the police right away…”

You nod attentively as you hear her express her concern. A mix of embarrassment about how loud you were and the regret of not throwing on your sleepwear makes you uncomfortably adjust your robe. You hold the fabric together near your collarbones, almost afraid Mrs. Kang could somehow see you’re completely naked underneath. 

“…but she told me to check in on you in the morning. So here I am.” 

You nervously gulp, suddenly feeling you’ve done something wrong. “I’m so sorry to worry you, Mrs. K. I went out for drinks with a friend of mine and didn’t get in until late.”

“But the noises—”

“Hey baby, do you want a breakfast sandwich or are you feeling—” Johnny’s voice becomes clearer as he appears behind you, still in his underwear, eyes glued to his phone screen, and completely unaware of your neighbor’s presence or her wide eyes when she finally connects the dots in her head. 

“Oh.” Mrs. Kang simply says, finally grabbing Johnny’s attention. She bites back a sheepish grin, avoiding eye contact with you and the handsome man behind you. “Ah, the noises make sense.” 

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Kang. I wasn’t—I didn’t—I-I’ll keep it down, I promise.” You profusely apologize, using your arm to push Johnny behind you in fear that his half-naked body would somehow send your poor neighbor into cardiac arrest. 

“Not to worry, dear. I was young too and had my share of midnight friends.” Mrs. Kang giggles. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you for checking in. I’ll give you my number, that way when you’re worried or need help, you can just call me directly.” You quickly jot down your personal phone number on a nearby memo pad. 

“And your name, dear?” Mrs. Kang looks at Johnny who is now using your front door to hide his promiscuous state. 

“Oh! Uh, I’m John. John Suh, ma’am.” You catch a hint of redness paint over Johnny’s cheeks and travel down his pale neck. “I apologize for the noise. I told her to keep it down last night.” 

With a quick nudge to Johnny’s bicep, you give your neighbor the piece of paper with your number. “I’m so sorry, again.”

Mrs. Kang lifts her hand, palm facing you. A warm smile stretched across her face. “It’s no problem. I’m just glad you're safe." 

“Thank you, Mrs. K. Just let me know if we’re a bother or anything. We won’t take offense, I swear.” 

“Will do, dear. Have fun you two.” 

You and Johnny wave an awkward goodbye before he slowly shuts the door. When he turns to you, he gives you a small laugh under his breath as he scratches the back of his neck. “That was awkward.” 

You give him a knowing look, crossing your arm over your chest. “Told me to keep it down last night, huh?” Your eyebrows raise and your head tilts to the side. “Weren’t you the one telling me to do the opposite?”

Johnny gives you a lopsided smile before his palms cup your cheeks, pulling you in to give you a kiss on your forehead. “Back to breakfast, what do you wanna eat?” 

“Surprise me.” You mumble into his chest as your arms wrap around his waist. “I trust you.”

Cupping the back of your head, he lifts his phone and orders breakfast from a familiar diner that he’s ordered from before, getting the both of you his regular order. 

“Now that’s settled—” Johnny tosses his phone onto your couch and swoops you up over his shoulder. A squeal leaves your lips, legs flailing as Johnny saunters into your bedroom.

“What’re you doing?” You giggle as you’re gently thrown onto your mattress, watching as Johnny climbs on top of you. His fingers play with the fabric holding your robe together before tugging at it, watching the silk unravel and slip down your shoulder. 

“Having a pre-breakfast.” His devilish grin disarms you quickly, allowing him to spread your thighs wide. “This time, you might wanna keep it down…for your neighbor’s sake.”

— The Morning After.

Walking into the break room, you’re greeted by Mina and her insanely bubbly personality at 7:30 in the morning. “How was your weekend?” She asks, taking a generous bite of a donut that another employee brought in to share.

You can’t help but bite back a smile, fingers busying themselves as they shuffle through the newly stocked bags of veggie chips to snack on later. Spending the entire weekend with Johnny wasn’t something you’d plan, but between the fucking, the cuddling, and the pure bliss of simply being around each other made it hard for either of you to be the first one to let go of the hold you two had on each other. 

“It was fine. How was yours?”

Mina babbles on and on about how she rearranged her bedroom twice, had a virtual meetup with some friends back home, and started a rewatch binge of The Big Bang Theory for the 5th time. 

From the corner of your eye, you catch a familiar figure coolly sauntering into the room with his hair parted perfectly, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants, and shining the same glow you’ve had since Friday night. A few morning greetings are thrown his way and Johnny kindly returns polite conversation before interjecting into your conversation with Mina. 

“Morning Mina.” Johnny smiles politely, then turns to you. “Morning, boss. Think I could pick your brain before our meeting today?” Johnny asks, eyes locked with yours as if he’s giving you a message only you’ll understand.

“Putting her to work before 8 am? You’re brutal, Suh.” Mina teases, tossing the used napkin in her hand into a nearby trash bin. 

“What can I say? I gotta keep her focused.” Johnny laughs quietly, then turns to you. “What do you say?”

You nod at Johnny before wrapping up your conversation with Mina. Following closely behind Johnny, he opens his office door and gestures to you inside. When you hear the door’s lock click, Johnny’s hands find your waist, twisting your body and pressing his against yours. 

“So, this is your idea of picking my brain?” You giggle, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling his lips to yours weaving them together like you’d done this entire weekend.

Johnny smiles against your lips, fingers cupping the nape of your neck. “This weekend wasn’t long enough.” 

“It’s a good thing you see me here everyday, huh?” 

Johnny hums. “And yet, it somehow feels like that won’t be enough.” 

With your palms firmly pressed into Johnny’s chest, you pull away from his kiss. “You’re obsessed.” You playfully remark, carefully moving the strand of his hair that’s fallen onto his forehead.

“Come over after work.” Johnny offers, lips leaving a trail of kisses on your cheek. 

“Next, you’re gonna ask me to stay the night.”

“Would that be a bad thing?” 

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes searching for sincerity in his. Then you realize where you are — at work, with your co-worker peppering you with kisses in secret.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asks, afraid he’s crossed a line he can’t come back from. “I-I’m sorry.” Quickly dropping his arms, he steps away to give you space. 

“No, no. You didn’t—” you quickly say. “Maybe we can keep things professional during work hours. The last thing I want is for us to lose our jobs because we can’t keep our hands off each other.” 

Johnny nods in agreement. “We’ll keep things professional during work hours. I’ll take what I can get.” He looks at the digital clock sitting on his desk. “We have 10 minutes before our work shift actually starts. Does that count a—”

Biting down on your bottom lip, your hand snakes behind the back of his neck to pull him down to your lips. But just before you could meet his lips, his office phone startles the both of you when it rings and Mr. Choi’s name pops up on the screen. 

Johnny grumbles quietly before lifting the receiver to his ear. Johnny greets the manager simply, listening to his words and rolling his eyes in the process. 

“Sure, I’ll head up in a bit.” Johnny says before hanging up. He looks at you apologetically, holding your hand in his. “Choi wants me to meet some fresh college grads for an internship here. He says he’s pairing one with me and that I should meet her before the internship actually starts.”

You don’t mean to focus on such a minor detail, but your mouth works faster than your brain sometimes. “Her? Your new intern is a woman?”

You see a small grin tug on the corner of Johnny’s mouth. “You’re kinda cute when you’re jealous. Your nose crinkles a little when your eyebrows—” Johnny reaches to press his thumb against your furrowed eyebrows before you swat his hand away. 

“I’m not jealous.” Your attempt to make your words sound less defensive but the amused look on Johnny’s face makes you realize he can see right through you. 

“That’s good,” Johnny reassures, “because there’s no reason to be. I’m yours, remember?” 

You press a smile as you feel his lips pecking against your cheek. Pushing down the uncomfortable feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, you file this jealous feeling under irrationality in your brain. 

After all, Johnny is loyal — to a fault sometimes, like Jaehyun shared. There’s nothing you need to worry about.

Right?

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[sk8terhoons]

the tl fighting 😂😂😂 @ttoribini @gyeomsweetgyeom

yall are my faves ily this is just so funny

[haechanglazer]

Teacher’s pet

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, soft!dom Johnny, sub!reader, teacher!johnny, student!reader, teacher x student, married!Johnny,unprotected sex, praise, creampie, fingering, multiple orgasms, age gap (reader is an adult!), after care.

Synopsis: Reader attends a prestigious college with her soccer scholarship. Unfortunately she’s failing math, and can’t continue her second semester if she does. She doesn’t know what to do until her math teacher invites her to his office after school hours.

W/C: 1000-2000?

A/N: this is one of my longer fics, definitely one of my favorites as well. I have something for teacher x student romance 🤤 NOT FULLY PROOFREAD!

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The growing pile of assignments is staring back at you from the coffee table. In the background the tv is playing, random cartoons that you don’t bother paying attention to.

From the kitchen you can hear Leanna, your roommate, humming along to music playing from her headphones. She’s not as stressed as you are.

You glance out the window, the sky’s as black as ink this late November evening. The only things lighting up the campus are the lanterns placed spaciously across the sidewalks and the moon placed high up in the sky. You glance back at the pile of papers and the existential feeling of dread grows a bit larger inside of you.

The only thing that got you accepted into this college is the soccer scholarship you got. At this point it’s hanging on by its last threads, if you don’t pass math you won’t make it to the next semester. And everyone back at home will know you as the girl who only finished half of her first year at a prestigious college.

You want to sink into the couch, the ground even. But you know you can’t. The only way you pass math is if you get help by someone. Unfortunately you can’t afford a tutor. Online videos could work… but you don’t like the idea of sitting in front of a laptop screen for hours on end for something as boring as maths.

”Maybe… no.”

—

The next day you sit at the very back of the class room, next to Leanna. She’s talking about some party she wants to go to. But you couldn’t care any less. You’ve never been a giant fan of parties.

The fluorescent lights are giving you a headache and it doesn’t get better when your last exam gets put on your desk. Slowly you flip to the backside of the paper where your score should be.

Great. 23/100 points. AKA an F.

You look up and see your teacher giving you a condescending look. ”You can still redeem yourself. Come back after school.” Johnny says. Giving you a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

Johnny Suh. Every student at campus knows this teacher. Every one likes him for different reasons, you on the other hand like him because he’s fine as FUCK.

You’re 90% sure that you wouldn’t fail math if your teacher was an old man with nothing on his looks. Because then you’d have something else to focus on.

When Johnny walks away you slowly turn your head to Leanna, she’s already looking at you with a smug expression.

—

By lunch Leanna hasn’t been able to keep her mouth shut for even one second.

”Well he’s always looking at you.”

”That doesn’t mean anything.” You reply, moving a tomato around on your plate.

”He blushes when you compliment him.” She retorts. Okay this one you can’t disagree with.

You’ve complimented him a few times. They’ve mostly been about his ability of teaching, keeping it professional, although your thoughts about him are far from professional.

”He’s only gonna tutor me.”

”You don’t know that though.”

”You’re acting like he’s gonna fuck me.”

”Would it be so bad?”

”Leanna!”

Your face turns bright red and she starts laughing, trying to apologize but the words only come out in short breaths. It gains the attention of nearby students who glance over with concerning expressions.

—

You gather your breath before knocking. Two loud knocks that try to mimic a confidence you don’t have.

Johnny opens the door and lets you in. You’ve never been in his office this late before. Or in here in general. He usually doesn’t let students in.

His hair looks slightly rough by the many times he’s run his hands through it.

”Y/N, come inside.” He says with a soft and polite smile as he lets you inside of his office. It’s dark and slightly intimidating. You pan over to his desk where multiple stacks of paper are laid out. ”Sit down,” he orders softly and motions towards a desk chair placed in front of his desk. He sits down behind his desk, clearing his throat before speaking.

His demeanor is changed, not as soft and innocent as it usually is. ”So your test score. There’s not much you can do now to change it. Unless some miracle happens.” He says honestly.

You look down at your trembling hands on your lap, swallowing before responding. ”Please Mr. Suh I’m desperate.” A single tear rolls down your cheek and something snaps inside of Johnny. He reaches over and grabs the hand you’ve now placed on the desk. He gently caresses it as he looks at you with a condescending expression.

”Anything?”

”Anything.” You confirm.

He stands up suddenly, walking around his desk and you follow him with your eyes. He looms over you before placing both of his hands on the arm rests. Pinning you between the chair and him. His breath fanning over your ear. ”Let me fuck you right here, right now.”

You freeze up. Holy fuck. This is like a dream come true. He pulls back and looks at you with an expression you’ve never seen before. Sure, you’d always had the suspicion he found you attractive but you’ve always wanted to deny it. But now when he’s making this offer? You don’t know if you should accept it.

”Mr. Suh… I’ve never-”

”That’s okay. Let me take care of you.”

Your cheeks turn bright red and a familiar heat pools in your lower stomach. The same sort of heat that appear when you day dream about him.

He let’s go of the arm rests and stands back, allowing you to stand fully up. When he motions for you to get on his desk you freeze. Fuck… losing your virginity on the desk? You could almost cum right then and there.

When he sees you pause he worries you’re second guessing your choice. With a gentle hand on your back he reassures you that you’ll be fine.

With a little jump you get up on his desk and sit, facing him. The papers are shoved out of the way. He’s taller than you, way taller. You use your hands as leverage to lean back and look up at him. Your big doe eyes gaining his attention and the tips of his ears turn pink. The same pink that they’d become when you compliment him.

Wetness had started seeping through your panties long ago and you can’t wait for him to get a feel of it.

His hands are gentle as they hold you. His lips soft as they kiss your neck. A soft gasp escapes you when he gently bites down on the nape of your neck. Your legs reaching up to wrap around him. He groans softly.

Johnny’s hands reach up and start unbuttoning your blouse. Leaving you shirtless, your pink lace bra at display.

”Did you wear this for me, sweetheart?”

Fuck how did he know? You nod slowly.

”Oh so you expected this?” A low chuckle escapes him and you blush, looking away. He uses his fingers to bring your face back. ”Don’t look away, sweetheart.”

He starts unbuttoning your jeans as well, biting the inside of his cheeks as if he’s debating asking you a question.

”What’s the matter?” You ask softly. He looks back at you.

”Do we need a condom?”

”I’m on birth control…”

”Good girl..”

You blush, blinking slowly. He chuckles at your reaction. He pulls your jeans down, letting them pool at the floor. A large wet spot has formed on your panties. He glances down and then back up at you again. He loves the idea of you getting wet at the thought of him. Then he pulls them off.

With two of his long fingers he gently trails the outside of your pussy. Caressing it up and down. You shudder and moan softly. He’s not even inside yet, and you already feel close to coming. It gets you wondering how wrecked you’ll be at the end of the night.

He wraps his other arm around your waist then he pushes one finger inside of you. A moan escapes you. His finger fills you up but you want more and he can tell. He adds another finger and gently starts moving them. At first he’s slow, deliberate and almost careful. Like he’s testing the waters. Then he gets faster, and the faster he gets the louder you moan. He finds your g-spot quickly, you see stars as he hits it over and over again.

”Ngh… fuck… Mr- Mr. Suh…”

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Johnny notices and uses his thumb to stimulate your clit. Jolts of electricity shoot through you and your legs tighten around him.

”Do you know how much I’ve thought about you?” He asks, grabbing the back of your neck to make you look up at him. ”you’re so pretty, every time I have sex with my wife, I imagine it’s you that I’m fucking.”

It comes crashing down on you quickly. He fingers you through the orgasm and watches as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Your juices taste sweet on his tongue as he sucks his fingers clean. The sight is the most erotic thing you’ve seen before. It leaves you speechless.

”Such a good girl for me…” he says quietly. His fingers work at his belt buckle. When large cock springs free out of his underwear you bite your lower lip. He holds it at the base while he slides the tip across your slit. A tiny whimper escapes you.

”Fuck… you’re so tight…” he groans as he pushes inside. You moan at the burning stretching sensation. It feels so good. He starts snapping his hips forward, his tip striking your g-spot with every stroke. You lean your head back.

The desk shakes and you can hear clattering from loose objects in the drawers. It just fills the erotic environment. He keeps pounding into you, careful to not hit your cervix as he doesn’t want to cause you any pain.

”Mr- Mr. Suh… I’m go- gonna come” you whimper while clawing at his shirt. He kisses your forehead.

”Come for me, sweetheart” he whispers and you come crashing down with a loud moan.

But he isn’t gonna be satisfied until he’s come himself. The overstimulation from the previous two orgasms cause you to orgasm yet again. Your legs twitching around his waist.

”You’re so loud for me… such a good girl…” he whispers in your ear. He’s close to coming himself. You can tell by the way he’s speeding up the paste and his breath getting heavier. Eventually he comes. His cum filling you up and running down your thighs on to the desk. Johnny buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily while placing soft kisses to mark you as his.

After a few minutes of staying in side of you, calming down from the intense orgasm, he pulls out which causes the both of you to moan quietly.

He walks over to his backpack placed beneath his chair and pulls out a towel. Seems like he was prepared for tonight. He then quickly pulls his pants up. ”I’ll be right back, don’t worry.”

When he comes back the towel is warm and damp. With the towel he starts wiping you clean, he gently wipes your pussy clean. The sensation is so intense and pleasant that you can help but shudder. Johnny helps you off the desk and as you put on your clothes again he wipes the desk clean.

He turns around when he’s done and is met by you looking up at him. He places a hand on your head, gently stroking your hair. ”You’re such a good girl, and a good student… I’ll bump up your grade.”

”Thank you, Mr. Suh.” You smile shyly.

As your hand reaches the door handle Johnny calls out your name again.

”Y/N, maybe next semester you’ll get a C?”

Was that an invite to keep fucking him? To keep this relationship going? You turn around and nod with that same shy smile before you leave.

[a-fan-world-blog]

BIG GUYS.

[lovesuhng]

bagunça completa

professor universitário!johnny x professora universitária!leitora

w.c: 1.6k | fluff, co-workers to lovers

Existiam vários desafios na vida de uma jovem professora universitária: turmas cheias de alunos, longas horas preparando várias aulas, perguntas diárias sobre quando as notas das provas seriam liberadas, além de constantes produções para melhorar o seu currículo.

Mas existia um desafio maior: socializar com os professores. Tanto dentro da universidade, com as exaustivas reuniões de conselho, quanto fora dela, afinal, pelo menos uma vez por mês os professores se reúnem em algum bar ou restaurante para se confraternizar ou fingir que se gostam um pouco.

Sendo uma pessoa tão introvertida, esse era um dos seus maiores pesadelos.

Porém, como diz o ditado, não há nada ruim que não possa piorar.

Você não era a única jovem professora universitária que existia nessa universidade.

Ou melhor

Existia outro jovem professor. E, para piorar, ele era totalmente o seu oposto.

John Jun Suh, o famoso Johnny, era um daqueles professores bem simpáticos, que cumprimentava funcionários pelo nome, parava para conversar com alunos no corredor, lembrava detalhes de conversas antigas como se aquilo fosse a coisa mais natural do mundo.

Era impossível não gostar dele.

E isso, por algum motivo, tornava tudo ainda mais difícil.

Johnny era capaz de sempre transformar qualquer ambiente em um lugar mais leve. Era o famoso sunshine.

Você, ao contrário, preferia o silêncio, fugia de holofotes.

Vocês não eram estranhos, mas também não eram próximos. Trocavam uns comentários ocasionais sobre as aulas, dividiam olhares rápidos durante reuniões. Quando ele fazia uma piada, você dava um sorriso contido. Às vezes ele perguntava se você gostaria de tomar um café na cantina ou até na sala dos professores. Às vezes você aceitava, mas sempre mantendo uma distância para ser o mais profissional possível.

Mas Johnny não parecia muito interessado em manter essa distância.

-

Mais uma reunião do conselho, dessa vez, se estendeu por longas e cansativas horas. Quando terminou, o campus já estava quase vazio, ao som de conversas distantes de fim do expediente.

Você só queria ir para casa. Atravessava o pátio rapidamente, cruzando os braços, num frio que você não esperava naquela noite de sexta-feira. Se arrependia amargamente de não ter levado um casaco.

De repente, ouviu uns alguns passos e uma voz te chamando.

“Professora, não vai se despedir?”

Você parou um segundo antes de virar para o dono da voz. Johnny se aproximava com passos rápidos e um sorriso no rosto. Ao contrário de você, não parecia cansado, mesmo depois de tantas horas de reunião.

“Ah, oi John. Achei que você estava conversando com os outros professores.”

“Primeiro, por que você não me chama de Johnny? Segundo, eu estava, mas vi minha professora favorita indo embora”

Você apenas suspirou, segurando o riso e voltou a andar, dessa vez com Johnny ao seu lado, em silêncio. Até que ele o quebrou.

“Você está com frio.”

Não era uma pergunta. Antes que você pudesse falar algo, ele tirou o casaco que usava e colocou nos seus ombros.

“Johnny, não precisa…”

“Precisa sim.”

Não queria admitir, mas adorou o tecido quentinho lhe abraçando, assim como o ato fofo do seu colega.

“Agora você vai ficar com frio.” Você disse, olhando para o fino suéter azul claro que ele usava.

“Eu vou sobreviver.”

“Mas você odeia frio…”

“Ué professora, como você sabe? Anda reparando em mim?”

Suas bochechas ficaram vermelhas na mesma hora, fazendo Johnny rir baixo com sua falta de resposta. “Tudo bem, isso fica entre a gente.”

O caminho para o estacionamento foi rápido, com algumas conversas e comentários engraçados que faziam você dar sorrisos mais sinceros do que você gostaria de admitir. Quando chegou ao seu carro, que coincidentemente estava ao lado do carro de Johnny, você começou a tirar o casaco, mas foi interrompida pelo professor.

“Pode ficar.”

Você não entendeu, franziu levemente a testa.

“Ué, mas ele é seu.”

“Eu sei.”

“Então…”

Ele se aproximou de você, colocando as mãos nos bolsos e disse como se fosse a coisa mais natural do mundo.

“Ele fica muito melhor em você.”

Você piscou os olhos, demorando um pouco pra entender o que estava acontecendo.

“Isso foi uma cantada?”

“Talvez.” Ele deu de ombro, deixando escapar um de seus sorrisos encantadores, o suficiente para fazer o seu coração disparar rapidamente.

“Er.. então… te devolvo amanhã.”

“Mas amanhã é sábado” Johnny riu, porque percebeu que você estava nervosa. “Sem pressa. Pode ficar com ele”

“Mas você vai precisar dele.”

Ele inclinou levemente a cabeça, observando você com uma calma que você não conseguia compreender.

“Eu prefiro ficar sem o meu casaco do que não ter uma desculpa para falar com você.”

Você não respondeu. Na verdade, não conseguiu. Ficou totalmente sem reação, apenas segurando fortemente o tecido do casaco e procurando entender como uma simples conversa até o estacionamento tinha se tornado naquilo.

Johnny deu um pequeno passo em sua direção, acelerando ainda mais seu coração.

“Professora…” Disse num tom baixo, fazendo você direcionar o olhar para ele, que manteve os olhos fixos nos seus.

Você pensou que ele iria fazer algo que, bem no fundo, gostaria que ele fizesse.

Mas ele apenas se inclinou levemente e deu um beijo rápido na sua bochecha.

Leve, mas o suficiente para quebrar totalmente a distância que você insistia em manter.

“Boa noite.” Johnny disse, se afastando e entrando no carro. Como se tivesse acabado de fazer algo simples. Como se não tivesse te deixado uma bagunça completa.

bônus

A sala dos professores estava mais quieta que o habitual quando você entrou depois de uma de suas aulas e praticamente vazia. A não ser pela presença de um professor.

Ou melhor: do seu namorado.

Depois daquele dia no estacionamento, as coisas definitivamente mudaram para vocês dois. Você decidiu não o ignorar mais. As conversas nos corredores se tornaram mais frequentes e vocês eram vistos frequentemente juntos (vocês não sabiam que alguns estudantes já shippavam a introvertida professora estilosa com o extrovertido professor bonitão).

Até que um dia, você aceitou prontamente o convite que veio para um café fora da universidade. Em seguida, aceitou um convite para um jantar. E depois, aceitou o pedido de namoro.

Mas, com uma condição.

Que ninguém soubesse do relacionamento, pelo menos por enquanto.

Johnny estava apoiado na mesa no centro da sala, abrindo automaticamente um sorriso quando você entrou.

“Aula difícil?”

“Nem me fale.” Você disse, deixando sua bolsa e papéis em cima da mesa e se aproximando de Johnny. “Eu já estou cansada e ainda é quarta.”

“Eu sei de uma coisa que pode deixar você bem mais relaxada.” Johnny disse em um tom de flerte, te puxando para perto dele.Você arregalou os olhos na hora e deu um tapinha no ombro do seu namorado.

“Johnny! A gente não pode fazer isso aqui!”

“Fazer o que exatamente?” Ele riu, sem se afastar um centímetro.

“Você sabe muito bem, professor Suh.”

“Eu só ia te dar um beijo.” Ele inclinou levemente a cabeça, aproximando o rosto do seu. “ Nada além disso, só o suficiente para melhorar seu dia.”

Você hesitou por um segundo e foi o suficiente para Johnny unir os lábios dele nos seus, esquecendo completamente de onde estavam.

Não tinha pressa, nem urgência.

Como se aquele beijo fosse uma fuga rápida da realidade caótica que estavam vivendo.

Sua mão subiu automaticamente para o ombro dele, enquanto ele te trazia mais para perto pela cintura. Johnny sorria no meio do beijo, enquanto completamente envolvido pelos seus lábios.

Mas, vocês ouviram o barulho da maçaneta e se separaram rapidamente, antes que a porta abrisse por completo.

O coordenador entrou na sala e se surpreendeu quando viu que vocês dois estavam lá.

Você, de costas para a porta, fingindo organizar uma pilha de papéis que já estavam perfeitamente alinhados. Já Johnny, apenas pigarrou, ajeitando a postura, como se apenas estivesse ali, existindo.

“Boa tarde.” Disse o coordenador, intercalando o olhar entre vocês dois.

“Boa tarde.” Vocês responderam na mesma hora, como se fossem robôs perfeitamente programados.

O silêncio tomou conta do local. Você sentiu o rosto esquentar, como se fosse uma adolescente que tivesse sido pega fazendo algo totalmente errado. E Johnny… bem, estava totalmente calmo, ou pelo menos era o que parecia.

Depois de pegar o que havia esquecido, o coordenador foi em direção a porta, mas, antes de abri-la, se virou e chamou seu nome.

“Por favor, me envie o projeto que você tinha comentado ainda hoje. Gostaria de ler ele.”

“Tudo bem. Já vou fazer isso.” Você respondeu, suspirando um pouco mais aliviada.

“E professor Suh...”

“Hm?” Johnny ergueu o olhar, mantendo uma expressão neutra.

“Se quiser que ninguém saiba, limpe melhor o gloss depois de beijar a professora __.”

Johnny levou a mão à boca, fazendo o que o coordenador tinha falado. Enquanto você, olhava para o coordenador, mais vermelha do que um tomate.

E vendo a situação de vocês dois, o coordenador sorriu e saiu da sala.

O silêncio tomou conta, mas, antes que Johnny pudesse falar algo, você amassou uma folha de papel e jogou nele, acertando bem o meio da testa do seu namorado. “AI!”

“Eu te avisei que iam descobrir!”

“Tecnicamente, só uma pessoa sabe.” Ele disse, massageando o local atingido.

“E agora?” Você cruzou os braços, com um cara de preocupação. Logo, Johnny se abraçou pelos ombros, como uma forma de te confortar. Sabia que isso te preocupava mais do que devia.

“Eu não tenho tanta vontade assim de esconder.” Às vezes, você se assustava com a confiança do seu namorado. “A gente pode continuar desse jeito, mas eu não iria me importar se eu pudesse gritar para todo mundo que você é minha namorada.”

“Você é impossível, sabia?” Voltou a olhar para ele, e o puxou para um selinho demorado.

Naquele momento, você não se importava mais se alguém entrasse naquela sala.