Request: mujin doesn’t usually engage in affairs with bored housewives but the reader is different.
Word Count: currently 2.5k words and only a third done jfc.
Genre: smut with some pining/angst, i'm not even sorry.
Warnings: no warnings in the preview. but full work will contain: infidelity (married reader cheating on her husband with choi mujin, other characters also cheating on their spouses), manipulative behavior, possessive behavior, jealousy, explicit sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!!), older man and younger woman, my name drama spoilers, dirty talk (he has a filthy mouth tbh).
Author's Note: i had no idea that this would be the first thing i posted on this blog but here we are. here's a quick preview (quick, she says, for 600+ words lmao) to what i'll be posting next week. please like/reply if you'd like to be tagged when i post the full piece! lyrics are from glass animals' heat waves.
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Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been faking me out
Can't make you happier now
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21.
The first time you meet him, you're twenty-one.
You're in over your head, then. Surrounded by leering men who seem convinced that they have too much money and too much time to burn. Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart. Who are you to deny them? Wasn't that the point of this entire charade anyway?
You're dressed in your friend's dress — a size too small — and your roommate's shoes — a size too big — knocking back the drinks they buy you, one after another. Your friend is already gone, eyes hazy as she slumps against her catch for the night. A younger gentleman from the crowd, with a round, boyish face and sweet eyes. You know not to trust them, though. His wedding ring glints from where his hand sits, draped casually over your friend's thigh.
You drain the rest of your wine glass.
And then... he steps into the bar.
His entrance seems to suck the air out of the room like a vacuum. You're pulled into his gravity, wine-drunk and helpless. You never stood a chance.
His suit is impeccable, stretching over broad shoulders and cut at the waist. Audemars Piguet hangs off his wrist. It shines when he raises a tanned, golden hand to rub at his jaw, thumb smoothing over the neat stubble at his jaw.
He is single-handedly more expensive than all of the men in the room combined.
Even your friend is roused by his entrance, stirring awake against the young married man at her side. He seems relieved when she doesn't stray any further. The rest of the men in the room seem to go one of two ways: either scrambling to greet this new guest like royalty — or aggressively shifting their weight to shield him from view of their own ladies for the night. Do you need another drink, my dear? Should I buy you another?
"Who's that?" you murmur under your breath.
Your friend hums, lacing her fingers with the young man now, gazing up at him through her lashes even as she replies to you.
"President Choi," she smiles coyly, voice drowsy but far too confident. "Liber's sole owner and CEO. Owns seven hotels and three resorts. Forty-six years old and one of South Korea's most desirable bachelors…"
She pauses, raising the young man's hand up to her mouth. Presses a kiss to his wedding band and laughs when he flushes at the gesture.
"...who is single and has never married," she wraps up her thought with a grin, tittering behind his guilty fingers. Her gaze sweeps from his red face to your own distracted one, raising a brow when she sees the way you stare.
He's being led away by a waiter, flanked by several men on either side. A private room, probably — to the relief of all the other weak men in this godforsaken bar. There's no reason why royalty needs to sit here. His eyes never meet yours. You press your thighs together and wish your wine glass was full, still. Your mouth has gone dry with want.
"He's never taken a woman," your friend adds on, shaking you out of your trance. Her voice is firmer now, just in the slightest degree. Just enough for you to catch on. The man at her side doesn't seem to notice. You turn to look at her and her gaze has gone steely, lips pursed as she studies you intently, a warning clear as day in her voice. "He doesn't mess around like the others."
Somehow, this fact only fans the flame beginning to start afire in your stomach even more.
AND HERE’S A PREVIEW FOR THE CORPSE BRIDE AU! I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I’M WRITING IN ALL CAPS. I dunno i’m feeling silly.
Marco sighed tiredly, the muffled yet thick twangs of an out of tune piano floated sadly from beyond the door frame yet sleep eluded the young man.
He rose to a sitting position and folded the moth eaten blanket that his hosts so graciously gave him to sleep with. It was faded and worn with the odd hole there and there but Marco was grateful for it all the same. Once upon a time it must've been so elegant, so revered among its owners, Marco's family would've had saved many months to purchase such a treasure, but down here it was as unnecessary as it was old.
The dead had no need for such things....
Marco stood, the guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders as he began to pace the room anxiously.
If you had told Marco that in one day's time (Oh lord it had only been a day hasn't it?) he would've been betrothed to his childhood crush without warning, foolishly wandered into the forest as a queasy and rather humiliating mess and subsequently asked the hand of a corpse bride in marriage accidentally only to be whisked away to the land of the dead.....well he would've called you a rather loony lot.
Yet that is exactly how the still living young man's day began and has currently ended.
I was invited to participate in the @juhakuzine! Everyone, this thing has some awesome contributors, and you should totally check it out! ( I wrote something too!! )
