Summary: You agree to be Park Yeonjin's fling, only to keep your name safe. You’re forced to stick by her. Over time, you can’t help but take a liking to her. She’s cruel, yet so beautiful. It is hard to keep your morals.
Park Yeonjin squeezes your upper thigh, making your body jerk in surprise. You glare at her and she smiles sweetly, her eyes glossing with fake signs of innocence. She digs her fingertips into the softness of your thighs again. Now you understand why she asked you to wear a skirt. Your hand moves down to grip her wrist. Her hand is hidden under your skirt.
“Stop it,” You whisper a warning. She leans her lips to your ears.
“Be a good girl and listen to the pastor,” She instructs. Your heart pounds hard against your chest. You glance around the church hoping no one is watching. Words from the pastor's sermon continue in the background.
For a moment you did forget about her. You focus on the message til you feel her fingertips rub the middle of your panties. You accidentally jerk your legs, kicking the chair in front of you. People around you look at you worriedly. Even the pastor paused for a short second before continuing.
“Sorry,’ You whisper with a polite smile, ‘I need to use the bathroom.”
You hurry and excuse yourself, ignoring Yeonjin’s playful smirk. She leans back into her seat and ogles your bottom as you scoot past her. She bites her lips to stop herself from hitting it. Once you’re out of the row, she looks back at the pastor and acts like she’s paying close attention.
The stall doors slam shut and you place the toilet seat covers down. You take a seat and place your face into your hands. A deep frustrating sigh escapes your lip. With Yeonjin here, you feel like such a sinner. You couldn’t pay attention to the message. All you could think about was her.
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You didn’t even like her. You were just her play fling. Yeonjin held so much power that you couldn’t escape her grip. It all started because you caught her attention during school. You stood up against her bullying. No one had dared before. From there, you saw her eyes darken and her lips curl into a sinister smile. She shoved the poor victim to the side and rushed to you.
“Be mine,” She insisted. You chuckled in disgust. You point a finger at her.
“You? … Never. You’re not my type,” You replied. You start to walk away, but she grabs your arm. Next thing you knew she had multiple blackmails and threats hidden under her sleeve. You became her “girlfriend” the next day.
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A knock coming from the stall door makes you snap out of your thoughts. You pause in shock before glancing under the stall. Yeonjin’s shoes come into sight. You roll your eyes. She knocks again with more urgency.
“Wait,” You sigh. You fake a flush and unlock the stall. Before you could open the door, she pushed it. You stumble backward, your legs bumping into the toilet. She walks into the tight space with her arms crossed. Her face is stone cold.
“You took a long time,” She informs. You clench your hands into a fist.
“I was doing my business,” You grumble. She tilts her head. Her eyes are dark as void. She knew you were lying. Your frustrated look drops and you gulp nervously.
“I don’t like that tone,” She warns. You tilt your head down. Your hair falls in front of your face.
“Sorry,” You apologize to avoid further trouble. She smiles sweetly and brings her hands up to brush your hair behind your ears. Her sweet gestures end quickly. She runs her fingernail down to your chin and grips it. She tugs your face to look up. She begins to lean her face close to you. Your eyes flutter shut and your hand naturally moves to grip onto her bicep.
Suddenly the bathroom door swings open revealing a lady which causes you to let out a fake cough. Yeonjin is quick to act and she pats your back.
“There, there. You must have gotten a cold,” She lies with a perfect tone of concern. You continue letting out a few more coughs. The woman looks at you worriedly.
“Poor girl. I pray you get better soon,” She frowns. Yeonjin smiles innocently and you bow your head as a thank you. The woman walks into a different stall. Yeonjin makes eye contact with you and starts to laugh quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle along with her.
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Yeonjin takes a long drag of her cigarette. She blows it into the air. You sit beside her in silence like a perfectly trained pet. Her friends surround her, laughing amongst each other. One of them is busy curling her hair with an iron while another is on the side shooting basketball hoops. You couldn’t understand what they were talking about. The topic is very much what only privileged rich kids would get.
All you could do is analyze Yeonjin. She will laugh with her friends and then glance at you. Her dark black hair is perfectly brushed and styled. Her lips wrap around the cigarette and suck, her eyes never leaving yours. In the midst of staring at her, you didn’t realize she was leaning to blow smoke into your face. You grimace and wave your hands to get rid of the smell. She laughs and pats your head. Her fingers gently rub your scalp which causes you to glare up. Her touch was a sudden sweet gesture, you’re not used to it. She tilts her head and smiles. Your cheeks turn pink a little. She’s undeniably beautiful. It bugs you that her beauty makes you forget how evil she can be.
The doors of the gym open which steals everyone’s attention. A student whom they like to bully comes walking in. The same girl you protected by standing up against Yeonjin. She walks over with a stern face. You glance to look at Yeonjin. Her eyes started to darken, indicating she was having fun. Her lips curled up. All that dark, beautiful hair, that's what hatred looks like.
“Dongeun, I missed you!” Yeonjin gasps as she drops the cigarette onto the ground. She heads over to Dongeun, her steps light as a feather.
“Where have you been?” She chirps. Dongeun glares with such hatred. She raises her hand to slap, but Yeonjin is quick to catch her wrist. She grips and tugs Dongeun’s arm, dragging her along. She pushes Dongeun into a seat and signals her friends to lock her into place.
“I guess you haven’t learned your place. You need a little reminder,” Yeonjin hums as she touches the handle of the hot iron hair curler. She grabs onto the handle and starts walking over to Dongeun, who is thrashing against the friend's hold. You widen your eyes in fear. Yeonjin pushes up Dongeun’s sleeves and hovers the hot iron over her skin. You rush out of your seat and grab Yeonjin’s wrist. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration and disgust.
“Stop,” You warn. Yeonjin’s eyes twitch but her lips remain smiling.
“Let go,” She orders. You only grip her wrist harder and tug it away from Dongeun’s arm. She tries pulling back, but you never let go. Yeonjin takes her other hand and clenches it onto your hair. You yelp in pain as she tugs it harshly. She brings your face near hers and chuckles. You could see her eyes look down to your lips and back up. Eyes dilating like the night sky.
“I own you. I can do what I want. You can’t,” She whispers. She releases her grip and you fall onto the ground with a loud thud. Her friends start laughing. One of them comes over and places his foot on top of your soft stomach. You wince in pain and claw at his ankle. Yeonjin’s smile darkens and she stares at her friend.
“…What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice is cold. The guy pauses and nervously backs away from your body. You grunt and clench your stomach. He raises his hands up defensively.
“Hey, I-I was just copying you. I’m trying to have fun too,” He explains. Yeonjin takes slow steps towards him. She brings her hands up and slaps his face hard. His face turns to the side and he brings his hands up to numb the pain. Before he could recover, she grips onto the collar of his shirt and tugs to make him look into her eyes. She smiles sinisterly.
“Only I can touch her. If I see you lay even one finger on her… I’ll kill you,” She swore before pushing him back. He grunts in pain, stumbling to gain balance. She drops the hair curler, finding you more important than what she was going to do. She walks over to you. She kneels and examines you worriedly.
“Are you okay?” She asks. You simply nod your head without a word. You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. She wraps her arm around yours and helps you stand up. She spares one glance at Dongeun before wordlessly walking out of the gym with you.
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“One day you will get bored of me,” You say a couple of weeks after the hot iron incident. A part of you felt sad about the possibility that Yeonjin could easily toss you to the side. It’s realistic, considering you’re just her play toy.
“Why? Feel upset about that?” She laughs. You turn your head to the side to avoid her eyes.
“No, I just want to know how far you’re going to drag this thing on,” You reply, fidgeting with your fingers. She snaps her phone shut and leans back into her chair. She hums deep in thought.
“Let me think,” She ponders. A playful glint sparks in her eyes. She flips her hair to the side and leans forward, resting against her elbow on the table.
“Til you say you had enough,” She says. You widen your eyes in shock.
“What?” You blurt out. She laughs again and tilts her head.
“I will stop when you tell me to,” She repeats slowly. You blink your eyes before gulping. She knew the game she was playing. She was confident that you wouldn’t be able to leave her side anymore. As much as she had power over you, she gave you a slight chance to own some. Like a little treat. Your very own decision on whether or not you want to continue being with her.
“I…”
“-Before you decide. Spend one full day with me,” She beams.
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You stare at yourself in the mirror, rubbing your hands down your outfit. It was picked out by Yeonjin. You touch the edge of your skirt. Of course, it’s a skirt. Your phone buzzes and you rush to read the message. A simple ‘I’m here’ from Yeonjin. You quickly gather your things and rush out to her.
She’s in her fancy rich car, gifted by her parents. The sound of the car unlocking clicks. You give her a quick wave and open the door. Yeonjin smiles in excitement when she sees you in the outfit she picked out. You take a seat and wait patiently.
“You look beautiful,” She smiles. You feel your cheeks warm up.
“Thank you… you do too,” You reply. She smirks and places one hand on the wheel. She places her other hand on the place she enjoys most. Your thighs. Her cold fingers grip the warm squishy skin of your inner thigh. You nibble your bottom lip. She starts driving, paying attention to the road.
Spending the day with Yeonjin was like being treated like royalty. Every store and restaurant knew her. You’ve never seen someone receive so much favor and respect all because of their name. They gave her extra food. Limited items were suddenly available to her. She didn’t bother looking at the price tags when she bought you clothes. All she needed to know was that it looked good on you and she'd tell the staff to add it to her card. Three bags of clothes became seven. Neither of you even held the bag. A staff member held it for you til they placed it in the trunk of her car.
When it was time for dinner, she got a place where there was a front view of the whole city. She orders multiple entrees, each worth the same as a regular person's paycheck. When you thought the day was ending, Yeonjin drives you to her house.
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The sky is dark and you shift comfortably on the coach. She sits next to you while playing a game on her phone. The game sound beeps happily. She hums in deep concentration.
“Thank you,” You say. You truly meant it. No one has treated you this way before. Yeonjin was different. She giggles and grabs ahold of your hand without looking up from her phone.
“Of course. You’re mine, remember,” She reminds you. Her hand stays wrapped around yours. She has a sweet smile on her lips. You bite back a smile. She continues playing the game til she is satisfied. She snaps her phone shut and averts her attention fully on you. She places her hands on your thighs and leans forward. She places a small kiss on your neck. It tickles, making you giggle.
“I want to do one more thing with you before you make your decision,” She requests, pulling away. You slow down your chuckle. You place a hand on top of hers. Your fingers gently rub her soft skin.
“What is it?” You question, licking your bottom lip. Her eyes darken and her breathing slows. She suddenly stands up to her feet.
“Follow me.”
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You’re in her room, sitting at the edge of her bed. She stands in front of you, brushing her hand against your cheek. You stare lovingly into her eyes. She tilts her head playfully and lowers her hand til it reaches your neck. She suddenly grips it causing you to gasp. Your hands claw at her wrist. She darkly smiles as she watches your face turn scrunch in pain. It turns her on. She pushes you deeper into the middle of the bed. Your head rests on her pillow and she towers above you. She holds on to your throat a little longer until she lets go. You gasp for air. She doesn’t let you catch your breath long before she starts kissing you again. Her lips move slowly against yours, digging her fingers into your inner thigh. You moan into her mouth and she smirks. She starts to touch the edge of your shirt and naturally pulls it off. You urgently reach to take off hers, but she stops you.
“In a hurry?” She jokes. She starts kissing you again. She slides her hand under your skirt. The sides of your panties loop around her fingers. She tugs it and you can feel the cold air touching your core. You sink into the kiss feverishly and she laughs. You pull away, blushing. She smiles and pecks your lips again before disappearing to the side. You're left alone breathless and shirtless. You nervously glance around. Analyzing her decorations.
Yeonjin appears in front of you, wearing just a bra and panties with two large red string ribbons around her hands. Her long black hair drapes over her shoulder. Her nipples visibly harden against the fabric of her bra.
“You trust me?” She asks.
“Yes. I do,” You answer. She smiles in satisfaction and gestures to you to bring your hands up. She starts wrapping the red ribbon around your wrist. She tightens and tugs it hard. You can barely move your hands. You look at her worriedly to which she responds by kissing you sweetly. Suddenly your vision gets covered by the last red string. You feel her push your tied hands up above your head. The sound of a metal click reaches your ears. Your heart rate quickens. Your chest moves up and down fast. All your other senses seem to heighten.
“You look scared,” She purrs in your ear. You twitch and attempt to reach out, but something stops your arms from moving. She chuckles darkly. You feel her lips suddenly kissing and sucking your neck. Her teeth grind against the skin. Her lips move down to your chest. She grabs your boobs hard, twisting your nub. You grunt and pull onto the tie. She chuckles and continues touching your boobs. A hot wet feeling starts touching your nipple. You moan, tilting your head back. In contrast, you can also feel her teeth occasionally biting down.
“I know this is making you wet,” She purrs as she moves her free hand under your skirt. She tests by rubbing the tip of her finger on your folds. She chuckles at the silky mess under her finger.
“Dirty girl,” She hums. She moves up to touch your needy clit. She rubs it slowly, causing you to jerk.
“Please. Go faster,” You beg. She listens and starts to quicken her tempo. You cuss and grip the ties. Your lower stomach clenches. Wet noises from the movement of her fingers on your cunt become louder. You bite your lower lip while your back arches.
“You feel wet enough,” She notes. She removes her fingers and you whine. She examines the silky juice on her fingers.
“Please don’t stop! Go faster and harder please!” You cry out. You feel the bed dip and lift. You’re alone again. Your lower stomach begins to slow down in pleasure. You use your ears to listen to what is happening. Sounds of shuffling can be heard.
Yeonjin is looking through her toy collection. She sings and hums as she scans which one she wants to use on you. A decent large d!|dō catches her attention. She picks it up and feels the heavy girth on her hands.
The bed dips again and you get butterflies. She moves her body to the slit of your legs.
“As much as I love this skirt on you. I need to see,” She chirps. She pulls the shirt off your body and tosses it to the side. Your cunt glistens so sweetly. She bites her bottom lip as she places the toy on top of your core. You feel a large object move up and down your slit slowly.
“Yeonjin, what is that?” You pant. She shushes you, gently rubbing your lower stomach. She moves and rotates the toy until it is glistening with your juice. She leans the tip of the toy into your core. She slowly starts shoving it into you. She doesn’t go fast, allowing you to adjust. Your breathing hicks and you cry in pain. Her cunt pulses watching your core being forcefully open.
“Fuck!” You cuss.
“Does it hurt?” She hums. She slows down and starts pulling the toy out. You buckle your hips. The red blind ribbons feel stuffy and sweat starts to form on your forehead. You shake your head no. It hurt, but it also felt so good. It stirs something in you knowing that she’s using your body for her pleasure.
She pushes the toy back in and you sob out a moan. Your legs start to shake. Your wrist is starting to bruise and turn red by how hard you tug the ribbon. You tilt your head back, sobbing into the ribbon. She presses her hand harder on your lower stomach. The girth of the toy fills you deeper. You start to thrash your body uncontrollably.
“S-slow down,” You choke. She laughs light heartedly.
“I thought you wanted me to go faster and harder,” She teases as she pulls the toy out only to shove it back in. From how much you’re moving, the ribbon on your head starts to shift. Your head tilts to the side and the ribbon begins sliding down to your neck. You grimace at the sudden exposure to light. Yeonjin lifts her eyebrow in amusement. You peer down to see her resting comfortably between your legs. One hand holding the end of the toy. You can see it disappearing in you. She pauses to let you soak in the sight.
“See it? You’re taking it so well like a good girl,” She hums. She moves her hand quickly. Letting you watch the toy shove deep within you and out. Your hips jerk and start to chase after it. Tears start to escape the edge of your eye. You bit your lip, enjoying the pleasure. Yeonjin watches your tears roll down your cheeks. It turns her on even more. She angles the toy til she hears you moan louder. She found your spot.
“I’m so close!” You moan. She moves her hand a few more times til she pulls out the toy completely. Your core squeezes around nothing, sending a painful throb in your stomach. You pant hard while tugging on the ribbon
“No, please don’t stop,” You cry. Yeonjin tilts her head with a joyful glint in her eyes.
“You can only come… if you decide to be mine. If you don't want to, I can stop,” She explains. She eyes the toy playfully before placing the tip on her tongue. She makes sure you’re looking at her before she licks the tip of the toy. Your juice coats her tongue and she moans. She wraps her lips around the toy and sucks it before pulling it out with a ‘pop’. She places the tip back into you. You let out a soft moan of need.
“So… what’s your answer?” She smiles. Before you could say anything she shoves the wet toy into you. Her pace is brutal. Your body twitches feverishly. Your cheeks are red and wet with tears. She’s already bringing you back to your high.
“Fuck!” You grunt. She doesn’t slow down. You can hear her giggling sinisterly.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” You cry, your body moving along with the hard thrust.
“Say it,” She reminds you. Her hands move the toy up and down fast at an angle. Her other hand moves to squeeze your sensitive clit. The pleasure is near and it feels too good to stop.
“I’m yours!” You confess. Your words slurs in with moans. Yeonjin smiles, her core pulsing as she watches you chase your high. She clenches her legs together.
“Come for me,” She moans. You moan loudly, back arching. Your body twitches. You feel your juice rolling down and onto the bed sheets. She leaves the toy in you and she moves up to kiss you. Her wet tongue slides against your mouth. Your brain is foggy, unable to think.
a series masterlist for jeon jae-jun x f!reader...
𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: in a world shadowed by past traumas, reader navigates the dangerous return of her high school lover and abuser, jeon jae-jun. he seeks to claim their daughter seo-yeon, pulling reader into a new cycle of revenge. as old wounds reopen, reader allies with an old friend to dismantle jae-jun and his circle, risking everything to protect her daughter’s future.
Being Ha Do-yeong’s wife would be an experience of contrasts of calm moments filled with soft laughter and warmth. There are also intense moments where his protective nature surfaces in subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle ways.
Daily Life: Mornings usually start with him teasing you lightly about sleeping in too late, followed by him insisting you eat breakfast together, no matter how busy he is. Even if he has a tight schedule, he always makes time for a coffee with you before the day begins.
Possessive Charm: He tends to keep a watchful eye on you, not in a controlling way, but more like a lion watching over his pride. Friends or colleagues might notice how subtly he reacts if someone’s attention lingers on you a bit too long.
Small Gestures: From brushing crumbs off your shoulder to sending you a midday message just to tell you he loves you, his attention feels constant and reassuring.
Supportive Partner: Whether you’re stressed about work or just need a quiet night in, he’s always attentive. He’ll silently make tea, warm the bath, or put on your favorite show, preferring actions over words.
Ye-sol adores you, but it took time for her to fully accept you as part of her little world. You spend mornings helping Ye-sol with breakfast and school prep. Sometimes it’s playful like turning brushing her hair into a game but other times, it’s just the two of you having quiet conversations. Ye-sol knows how to subtly test you, like claiming the last cookie or insisting her dad reads her favorite story before bed. But you always meet her challenges with patience and sometimes strategic bribery with sweets.Ha Do-yeong notices the way you handle his daughter’s moods with grace, and it earns you extra admiration from him. He trusts you completely with her care.
There are plenty of family nights that include movie nights, board games, or just ordering takeout and lounging in pajamas become your sacred family rituals. Ha Do-yeong might act gruffly, but you know he secretly loves the laughter and chaos of these evenings.
If Ye-sol ever complains about school bullies or something upsetting, he becomes hyper-protective but you’re the one who knows how to calm him down. Occasionally, he’ll pretend to be jealous of how much attention you give Ye-sol, only to smirk later, teasing both of you.
Morning Routine: You wake up to a quiet Ha Do-yeong sipping coffee by the window. He often hums softly to himself, glancing over at you before letting a smile escape. Ye-sol sometimes crawls into the bed for morning cuddles.
Travel/Work Life: Even when Ha Do-yeong is away for work, he calls you multiple times a day. He might send Ye-sol little gifts or silly messages, just to stay connected.
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Could you please write doyeong (non yandere) falling for reader (either as yesol's nanny or his assistant depends on you 😊) . As yesol's nanny she became a motherly figure for her and she loves her like her own daughter. And as his assistant she sometimes babysat yesol and took care of her like a mother would. So doyeong started to fall in love with her after seeing how kind, loving and loyal she is (total opposite of yeonjin).
Falling In Love With You
Pairing: Ha Do-yeong x Nanny female reader
Summary: Do-yeong gradually falls in love with his daughter Ye-sol’s nanny, whose warmth, devotion, and maternal care transform their home and bring light into both his and Ye-sol’s lives.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warning: none
Author's note: none
Do-yeong remembers when you were first hired. It had been Yeon-jin’s decision—after two long years at home with Ye-sol, she was ready to return to work. As much as she adored her daughter, the walls of the house had started to feel like they were closing in. She needed a break, needed to feel like more than just a mother. So, she interviewed nannies, carefully choosing someone she believed would care for Ye-sol the way she would.
That someone was you.
Your job was simple on paper: take care of Ye-sol. She was still too young for kindergarten, so there were no school runs or busy schedules. Just days spent playing, feeding her, napping, and keeping her safe. You came in with a quiet warmth, and it didn’t take long for Ye-sol to take to you. She followed you around like a shadow, laughed more, and grew more confident with each passing day.
Do-yeong noticed the difference almost immediately.
He hadn’t been around much during the first week you were hired. Between board meetings and client dinners, he’d only caught glimpses of you in the mornings or late evenings. But the first time he truly saw you was a rainy Wednesday afternoon.
He’d come home early from work, soaked and exhausted. The living room was quiet, save for soft music playing in the background. He shrugged off his coat and shoes and stepped into the room, and that’s when he saw it—Ye-sol asleep on the couch, her head resting on your lap while you gently combed your fingers through her hair.
You didn’t notice him right away. You were humming a soft lullaby, eyes on the little girl curled up beside you. You looked peaceful, content.
And Do-yeong, for reasons he couldn’t yet understand, felt something shift inside him.
He cleared his throat to announce his presence, and you looked up, startled at first. Then you smiled—polite, warm, and just a little tired.
“Welcome home, Mr. Ha,” you whispered, careful not to wake Ye-sol.
He nodded. “She’s asleep?”
“She was playing all morning. I think the rain made her drowsy.”
He sat across from you, watching the way you shifted slightly to make Ye-sol more comfortable. Your movements were instinctive, thoughtful. And when you looked down at her again, your eyes softened with something almost maternal.
“She really likes you,” he said quietly.
You looked up at him again, a little smile tugging at your lips. “I really like her too.”
That had been the beginning.
Over the months that followed, Do-yeong began to notice more and more. The way Ye-sol ran into your arms in the mornings, beaming from ear to ear. The way you carried her on your hip as you hummed through household chores, always mindful to teach her something new—a word, a song, a gentle lesson. You treated her like your own child, even though she wasn’t.
And slowly, that wall around Do-yeong’s heart—one he didn’t even realize he’d built—began to crack.
He wasn’t blind to his wife’s limitations. Yeon-jin loved their daughter, yes, but there was always a distance to it, a curated tenderness that never quite reached the heart. Do-yeong had learned to ignore it, to convince himself that this was just the way things were. He’d accepted that maybe some parents were simply less hands-on. But then you came along.
You weren’t flashy or loud. You didn’t try to prove yourself or ask for recognition. You just were—present, steady, dependable. You stayed late without complaint, soothed Ye-sol through fevers and nightmares, showed up early when you knew Yeon-jin had a meeting. You remembered the little things: Ye-sol’s favorite snacks, her bedtime stories, the way she liked her blanket tucked just so.
More than once, Do-yeong found himself watching you when you weren’t looking. He’d be reading a report at the kitchen table while you sat cross-legged on the rug, guiding Ye-sol’s tiny hands as she painted. Or he’d return home to the sound of laughter echoing down the hall, only to find you both dancing clumsily in your socks, lost in your own little world.
It was in those moments that he felt it again—that quiet pull in his chest, the one he tried so hard to ignore.
One evening, Do-yeong arrived home later than usual. The house was dark, save for the soft light in the living room. He expected everyone to be asleep, but as he stepped inside, he heard low voices.
Curious, he followed the sound.
You were sitting on the floor beside the couch, your arm draped protectively around a drowsy Ye-sol, who clung to you like a koala. Her eyes were barely open, but she was speaking in a sleepy mumble.
“Do you have a daughter too?” she asked, her words slurred.
You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “No, sweetheart. Just you.”
“But you act like my mommy.”
Your expression faltered, just for a second. “I guess I love you like a mommy would.”
Ye-sol’s eyes fluttered closed. “I love you too.”
Do-yeong’s heart clenched.
You hadn’t seen him, and he didn’t want to interrupt. He backed away, slipping into the hallway. That night, he sat in his office long after the lights were off, staring blankly at the wall.
How was it possible for someone else to love his daughter so effortlessly? So naturally?
And how had he never realized just how much he’d wanted that—for both of them?
The shift in his feelings was slow, like the changing of the seasons. There wasn’t one grand moment of realization, no dramatic epiphany. Just a collection of small things.
The way his mornings felt lighter when you greeted him with a soft smile and a cup of tea.
The way he found himself looking forward to weekends, knowing you’d be around for at least part of the day.
The way his heart raced when you laughed, even if the joke wasn’t that funny.
The way Ye-sol looked at you, like you hung the moon.
And maybe that’s what truly did it—seeing his daughter thrive under your care. She was happier, more open. She laughed more, cried less. She was growing into herself, and you were the one guiding her.
It was impossible not to love the person responsible for that kind of joy.
He never told Yeon-jin. There wasn’t a point. Things between them had been strained for a while, and she was too busy climbing the next rung of her career to notice the subtle changes in him.
But you noticed.
One afternoon, he caught you staring at him from across the dining room, a curious expression on your face.
“Is everything okay?” you asked softly.
He hesitated. Then nodded. “Yes. Just… thinking.”
You tilted your head, not quite convinced. “You’ve been quieter lately.”
He shrugged. “Work.”
You didn’t push. Instead, you offered him a small smile and went back to helping Ye-sol with her snack. But that night, he found himself lying awake in bed, your words echoing in his head.
You saw him. Really saw him.
And it scared him.
It was Ye-sol who broke the silence between you.
She was sitting on the floor one afternoon, scribbling in a notebook with great determination. When Do-yeong peeked over her shoulder, he saw the words “My Family” scrawled at the top of the page, surrounded by crude stick figures.
There was one for him—tall, with glasses.
One for Yeon-jin—complete with high heels.
And then there was one for you.
She had drawn a heart between you and herself.
Do-yeong pointed to it. “Who’s that?”
“That’s [Your Name],” she said proudly.
“And the heart?”
“She’s my real mommy,” she whispered. “Not just pretend.”
Do-yeong’s throat tightened. He crouched beside her, gently pulling her into his arms.
“She’s very special, huh?”
Ye-sol nodded against his shoulder. “She loves me all the time.”
He found you in the kitchen a little later, packing up your things. He hovered awkwardly in the doorway until you noticed him.
He found you in the kitchen a little later, packing up your things. He hovered awkwardly in the doorway until you noticed him.
You glanced up, startled. “Oh—Mr. Ha. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Sorry,” he said softly. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
You gave him a small smile and turned back to your tote, tucking Ye-sol’s drawings inside the folder you always kept for her. “Everything alright?”
Do-yeong hesitated. There were a thousand things he wanted to say, but none of them felt right in the stillness of that moment. So instead, he asked, “Do you have a moment?”
You paused, sensing the weight behind the question. “Of course.”
He gestured to the breakfast nook, and the two of you sat, the air between you thick with something unspoken. From the hallway, the distant sound of Ye-sol singing to herself in the bathtub drifted toward you, soft and off-key.
“She really loves you,” he said after a beat, his voice low.
You looked down, your fingers folding and unfolding a corner of the napkin on the table. “I love her too,” you said quietly. “I know I’m not her mom… but sometimes, it feels like I am.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” he replied gently.
“I try not to overstep.”
“You haven’t.”
You lifted your eyes to his, surprised by the certainty in his voice. He leaned back in his seat, his gaze steady.
“She’s happier since you came,” he continued. “She smiles more. Talks more. She’s… softer.”
You let out a breath. “She’s an easy child to love. But I always worry Yeon-jin might think I’m—”
“She doesn’t see it,” he interrupted. “She doesn’t see a lot of things.”
There was a beat of silence between you. You didn’t know how to respond, so you didn’t. Instead, you waited. Watched.
Do-yeong leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “I see it, though. I see the way you are with her. The way you remember the little things. The way you hold her when she’s scared. I notice… everything.”
Your heart thudded quietly in your chest.
“She drew you in a picture today,” he said after a moment. “Wrote ‘My Family’ on the top.”
You swallowed. “She told me she was working on something special, but she didn’t show me.”
“She drew a heart between you and her. When I asked, she said…” He paused, looking down. “She said you’re her real mommy. Not just pretend.”
You blinked back the sudden sting in your eyes. “She said that?”
Do-yeong nodded. “And I realized something. I’ve spent a long time thinking that family was something you’re born into. But maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s something you build—with time and trust and kindness.”
You didn’t speak, afraid your voice might crack.
“I don’t know when it happened,” he said softly. “But somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing you as just Ye-sol’s nanny.”
You met his gaze. “Then how do you see me?”
He exhaled slowly, as if the words had been lodged inside him for far too long. “As someone I care about. Deeply. As someone who’s given my daughter more love than I ever knew she was missing.”
Your breath caught.
“She looks at you like you hung the stars,” he added. “And I think… I might be starting to do the same.”
For a moment, the world stood still.
You felt the warmth of his words settle in your chest, spreading like sunlight. You had always tried to keep your role professional, respectful of the boundaries of their marriage, even when the cracks in it had become more and more visible. But you weren’t blind. You saw the way he lingered in the doorways, the way he smiled when you laughed, the way his eyes softened when you held his daughter.
You had just never let yourself hope.
“I don’t want to make things complicated,” you said carefully. “I would never want to hurt Yeon-jin or disrupt your family.”
“I understand,” he said. “And I’m not asking for anything you’re not ready for. I just… needed you to know. Because watching you care for Ye-sol has made me realize what real love looks like.”
You looked at him then—not as your employer, not as the man married to someone else, but as the father of a little girl who adored you, and as someone who had quietly started to matter to you too.
“I care about you, too,” you said softly. “More than I probably should.”
He didn’t touch you. Didn’t cross the space between you. But the look in his eyes was enough—it was full of longing and relief and something fragile, like hope.
That night, when you said goodbye and he walked you to the door, there was a pause just before you stepped outside. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, uncertain.
You smiled gently. “Goodnight, Do-yeong.”
His name sounded different on your tongue—softer. Closer.
“Goodnight,” he echoed.
You left with your heart fluttering.
The next few weeks were a careful dance—soft looks exchanged across the kitchen, quiet conversations in the living room after Ye-sol went to bed. Neither of you rushed. Neither of you said too much.
But things changed.
He started making time—coming home earlier, joining you and Ye-sol for dinner, offering to help wash the dishes even when you insisted you had it handled.
He started asking about your life. Not just polite questions, but real ones—your family, your dreams, what made you laugh. You caught him watching you sometimes, a small smile tugging at his lips like he was memorizing you.
And slowly, you began to let yourself want.
One Sunday morning, you were sitting in the backyard with Ye-sol, blowing bubbles and watching them float lazily through the spring air. She was giggling, chasing them with tiny hands, when Do-yeong stepped outside with two cups of coffee.
He handed you one and sat beside you, silent for a moment.
“She asked if we could all live together one day,” he said.
You looked at him, startled.
“I didn’t know what to say,” he continued. “But I think… I want that too.”
Your heart stuttered. “What about—?”
“Yeon-jin’s been traveling more. Working more. We’ve barely spoken outside of logistics.” He looked down at his cup. “We’re living in separate worlds. And I think we both know it.”
You said nothing. You couldn’t.
But he turned to you then, his expression soft. “I’m not rushing this. I just want you to know… that whatever this is between us, it’s real for me.”
You felt the truth in his words. And when Ye-sol crawled into your lap minutes later, breathless and smiling, you wrapped your arms around her instinctively—like she was already yours.
❯ summary: Park Sung-Hoon misinterprets a situation involving you and another man, leading to a heated argument. You try to clear the air and maintain a respectful co-parenting relationship but your famous baby daddy has a certain obsession with you.
❯ pairings: Park Sung-Hoon x fem!reader
❯ words: 2.0k
"You can't be serious," Park Sung-Hoon's voice was tight through phone, his eyes narrowed as he studied you across the crowded room. His grip on the champagne flute was so tense, you thought it might shatter.
"I'm not," you replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my own voice. you had been here before, but never in public, never in front of his colleagues. The air had their curious glances and whispers.
"Then why are you with him?" He nodded towards Mark, a producer from your office who had approached for a work-related discussion. Mark's eyes darted between you, sensing the tension but blissfully unaware of its source.
"It's just business," you said calmly, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. "You know Mark. He's just talking shop."
Sung-Hoon's jaw clenched, and he took a step closer. "You know what everyone else sees, don't you?" His words were a low growl, meant only for you. "They see my baby's mother with another man. What kind of message does that send?"
"What message are you talking about?" you shot back, your patience wearing thin. "We're just colleagues discussing a project. Our daughter is the only thing we share, remember?"
The room seemed to close in around you, the hum of conversation fading to background noise. His gaze was intense, searching your face for something, anything that would confirm his fears or allay them.
"I know what I see," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And it's not just about tonight. It's about the way you've been acting lately. The secret phone calls, the late nights at the office."
"What are you implying?" you took a step back. "You can't honestly believe that."
He took a deep breath, visibly struggling to keep his emotions in check. "I don't know what to believe anymore," he admitted, his voice ragged. "But I won't let you take Soo-Min away from me. She's all I have."
The mention of your daughter was like a knife to your heart. "You think I would do that?" you whispered, hurt and disbelief etched on my features.
"I don't know," he said, his eyes searching mine. "But I can't ignore it."
The weight of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. This was more than a simple misunderstanding; it was a culmination of fears and insecurities that had been festering beneath the surface for months. Sung-Hoon's life had changed so much since your fateful encounter. The paparazzi, the adoring fans, the constant scrutiny – it had all taken a toll on him, and it was clear that he was now projecting his own fears onto you.
You looked at Mark, who had tactfully excused himself, sensing the tension. He gave you an apologetic look before retreating to the safety of the crowd. Turning back to Sung-Hoon, you took a deep breath to gather your thoughts. "We need to talk," you said firmly. "But not here."
He followed you outside, the cool evening air a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere inside. You led the way to a quiet spot under the soft glow of a streetlamp. Once out of earshot, you faced him, hands on your hips. "I have never given you a reason to doubt me," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions within. "I have always put Soo-Min first, even when it meant sacrificing my own happiness."
Sung-Hoon looked away, his expression a tumultuous mix of anger, hurt, and regret. "I know," he finally said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "But it's hard when it looks like he is fucking you."
You flinched at his crude words. "What are you talking about?"
He took another step closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with the cool night air. "The way he looks at you," he said, his voice thick with accusation. "The way he touches your arm when he laughs. It's all so… intimate."
You felt a spark of anger ignite in your chest. "You're my biggest regret," you spat out, the words surprising even you with their venom. "The night I let you into my bed was the worst mistake of my life."
Sung-Hoon's expression fell, his handsome features twisting into a grimace of pain. "So you regret Soo-Min too?" His voice cracked, the accusation heavy in the air.
You felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over you. "How could you say that?" you exclaimed, your voice shaking. "Soo-Min is the best thing that ever happened to me, the only thing good to come out of that night!"
Sung-Hoon's eyes searched yours, looking for truth in the words that you had thrown at him. His grip on the champagne flute tightened further, until a single drop of liquid trickled down the stem and onto his hand. "Really?" he asked, his voice strained. "Didn't look like it when you were moaning my name, telling me how good I made you feel, and you even had my baby… "
You slapped him before you could stop yourself. The sound echoed through the quiet night, leaving an uncomfortable silence between you. The sting of your palm on his cheek was a stark reminder of the line that had just been crossed. His eyes widened in shock.
"I regret nothing about Soo-Min," you said through gritted teeth. "But I regret having talked to you and letting you get close to me, letting you come into my house and take advantage of me. I never wanted a relationship with you I was focused on my work, that's why I came to Korea."
Sung-Hoon's eyes searched yours, the accusation hanging in the air. His hand came up to touch the red mark on his cheek, and you could see the realization dawn on his face. "Is that what you think?" he murmured, his voice barely audible. "That I used you?"
You didn't answer, the anger still simmering just beneath the surface. You felt the weight of the last few years, the endless photo shoots, interviews, and scandal articles that had painted you as the villain in his love life. The countless nights you had spent alone, raising your daughter while he basked in the spotlight.
"Look, I don't know what's going on in your head," you said, trying to keep your voice even. "But I can't do this. I can't have you accusing me of things that aren't true, and I won't let you drag Soo-Min into your mess."
Sung-Hoon's gaze softened, and he took a step closer, reaching out to touch your arm. "I know," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry. I just can't help it. You're the love of my life."
You stared at his hand on your arm, feeling a tornado of emotions whirl within you. "Don't say that," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "You can't keep putting this on me. I have a life too, and I can't live in the shadow of your obsession."
Sung-Hoon's hand fell away, and he took a step back, looking at you with a mix of confusion and desperation.
"I'm not obsessed," he said, his voice low and defensive. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with shaky hands. The flame from the lighter cast an orange glow across his furrowed brow as he took a deep drag, passing his free hand through his hair in agitation. The smoke curled around him like a shroud, obscuring his features for a brief moment before dissipating into the night. "I just want to be with you."
You watched him, the anger in his eyes mirrored in the fiery tip of his cigarette. "We had an agreement," you reminded him, your voice firm. "For Soo-Min's sake, we'd keep our personal feelings separate. You're breaking that."
Sung Hoon took a long drag, the end of the cigarette glowing brightly before he exhaled a plume of smoke into the night. "I know," he said, his voice thick with regret. "But every time I see you with someone else, it feels like you're slipping away from me."
You sighed, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. "You know that's not true," you said softly. "I'm not with anyone. I'm just trying to live my life, to give Soo-Min the best I can."
Sung Hoon's gaze didn't leave yours, the embers of his cigarette burning a small, fiery hole in the quiet night. "But what if I want to be the one to give her the best?" he asked, his voice cracking. "What if I want to be more than just a father who sends child support?"
You felt the sting of his words, the accusation in them hitting a nerve. "You know that's not fair," you replied, your voice firm but laced with sadness. "We agreed on this for a reason. You have your career, and I have mine."
Sung Hoon took a deep breath, the cigarette trembling slightly between his fingers. "I know," he said, his voice filled with regret. "But sometimes I just can't help but wish things were different." He took a step closer, the warmth of his body reaching you despite the cool evening air. "Do you ever think about us?"
You felt a lump form in your throat, the memories of your brief but intense romance rushing to the surface. "Of course I do," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "But we can't change the past. We have to focus on Soo-Min."
His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw the raw vulnerability that had drawn you to him all those years ago. "I know," he said, taking one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it away.
You felt the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you. You knew he was right; you had to focus on Soo-Min. But it was hard when the man you had once loved was standing so close, his presence a potent reminder of the passion that had once consumed you both.
"Let's go back inside," you said, your voice firm but gentle. "We can talk more about this when we're not at an event."
Sung Hoon nodded, his gaze still locked on yours, and you felt a pang of regret for the accusations that had flown. He looked so lost, so hurt, and you knew that this was not the man you had fallen for, but a man who had been consumed by his fears and the weight of his fame.
You turned on your heel and began walking back to the event, the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement echoing in the stillness. As you approached the entrance, you called for your driver, your heart racing. You needed space, to think and breathe without the suffocating pressure of his accusations.
As the car pulled away from the curb, you couldn't help but glance back at him. He was still standing under the streetlamp, staring after you with a mix of anger and despair. You knew that look; it was the same one he had worn the night you had told him you were pregnant. The same look he had when he had realized that his world was about to be forever changed.
Sung Hoon saw you going and called one of his bitches just to realease a quick nut and then he pretended to be busy with work for the rest of the night. He had to deal with his emotions alone, the crowd inside was no match for the storm he was feeling.
The ride home was a blur of lights and sounds that you barely registered. You were lost in thought, replaying the conversation in your mind, searching for a way to mend the rift that had opened between you. When you arrived, you found Soo-Min fast asleep, her small form nestled under her blanket, her face serene in the moonlight filtering through the window. the babysitter gave you a knowing look as she handed over the house keys. She had seen the news, the whispers, and the glares at events.
You knew that the situation had to change, for her sake if nothing else. You couldn't keep letting Sung-Hoon's insecurities affect your relationship, especially when it came to Soo-Min.
I'm thinking about making a sequel, maybe a part 2, would you like it?
☆ synopsis: you find out your husband, jae jun, has been cheating on you and it suddenly all starts to make sense.
☆author's note: bleh i don't even remember when or why I started writing this but it's finished!
She first approached you on a cold, winter night. It had been a few months since your first wedding anniversary with Jae Jun.
She told you her name, Moon Dong Eun. She also said she had some proof that your husband had been cheating behind your back. Then, she left without another word. Without giving you the answers you needed. You had had the sudden urgency to defend him in the moment, but she had not given you enough time.
If you were being honest, you did not know enough about your husband to deny those claims or not. Yes, you had been married for a little over a year, but it was simply a marriage of convenience. And although it was originally not supposed to be much more than a transactional marriage, making the other look good, Jae Jun had been an amazing husband.
He had been the most loving person in your life. He had been very considerate on your wedding night, reassuring you he wouldn’t try anything you didn’t consent to. After that, he never brought anything like that up again. You were the one who approached him the first time, and he was more than happy to satisfy your needs. He bought you flowers every day, made you breakfast before leaving… he was the perfect husband.
At first you were reluctant about him, hearing from his friends that he was violent and controlling. You had even been on the verge of cancelling the wedding in spite of everything.
The only reason you walked down that altar and said the words “I do,” loud and clear was a promise. A heartfelt promise from his lips.
“I will treat you like a princess. I will honor and respect you as my wife. If you want to live in separate houses, that’s fine. If you want to sleep in separate rooms and only talk to me when strictly necessary that is fine. The only thing I need is one chance. And if you give it to me, I swear you won’t regret it.”
Yes, you had at first felt weird at the idea of him begging like that. He was a young, handsome, and rich bachelor, he could have any woman he wanted.
But looking back now, it all made sense. His insistence on getting married at the same place as her, same date, same caterers, similar looking cake, making sure her and her family would sit in the very first row, honey moon at the same location as her and her husband.
Of course, her smug smirk as she “accidentally” dropped a whole glass of red wine on your wedding dress. She never once apologized, yet Jae Jun asked you to let it go.
It was all falling into place now, he didn’t marry you because he wanted you. He married you because you because he needed to be married to make her jealous. And you fell right into the slot he needed to fill to have her wrapped around his pinky.
You had to stop thinking of this, you decided as you wiped a few tears away. Leaving the restaurant you and Moon Dong Eun had met at, you made your way home as quickly as possible. You needed to be there when he arrived. To confront him. You needed to stop thinking and start taking action.
When Jae Jun arrived home, he immediately called out to you. After not receiving a reply, he entered the bedroom. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed, still thinking over those words.
“He’s cheating on you. You know who she is.” Your mind keeps flashing back to that moment. The photos. The video of them stepping out of the fitting room at his store, hair messed up and fixing their clothes.
“Y/n?” His voice close to you brings you back. “What’s wrong, honey?” You turn to look at him and he instantly hands you the flowers. You stare at them, not too thrilled at the idea of receiving flowers from a cheater.
“Are you tired?” He asks, caressing your face. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, giving you a sweet look. You don’t answer.
“Alright honey. You do look tired. Lay down to rest. Did you have a filling dinner?” He continues, lifting the covers of the bed and ushering you under them. You comply, not wanting to say much. You only nod.
“Okay. Well, I’m gonna put these in a vase and get ready for bed. You go to sleep, honey.” He sets a sweet kiss on your forehead, “I promise I won’t make much noise when I come back.”
He walks away and turns off the lights before you speak.
“Jae Jun?”
“Mmh?” He turns, looking back at you with the uttermost attention.
You aren’t sure how to start confronting him so you simply ask one question.
“Who is Moon Dong Eun?” His face contorts into that of someone who is horrified but genuinely shocked. An expression you had never seem from him.
It confirmed your suspicions. And her words.
He turns the lights back on, coming back to your side of the bed. You sit up, hoping for clarification. Still in his sweet voice, he asks. “Where did you hear that name?”
You had to be honest— that was the only way you could get anywhere in this conversation.
“She told me you were cheating on me.”
He splutters incoherent words out, but you lift your hand as a signal for him to stop. He obeys.
“If you liked Yeonjin, you could’ve just said that. There was no need to make me feel special.” A long, silent pause comes between you as he doesn’t deny the allegations.
“I’m filing for a divorce.” You add.
He tries to defend himself, but falls short and stops altogether. “I’m sorry. I really am. Yeonjin and I, we—.”
“I don’t want to hear it.” You add. “And I don’t want to see you again. So if you could please sleep elsewhere tonight. Or would you rather I—”
“No.” He stops you. “You’re already comfortable. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, after we both get some rest.”
He leaves. You think this will be the end of it. Tomorrow you will wake up and start filing for divorce and sooner or later you would be free. But this is only the beginning, because now more than ever, he has a reason to hate Moon Dong Eun. And instead of going to bed, he is going to demand an explanation from her.
