monaco
park yeon-jin x f!reader
synopsis: yeon-jin spoils you, her long-time lover, with yearly summer vacations. this year, she takes you to monaco.
warnings: yeon-jin having an affair! soft!yeonjin (ooc?). fluff. wlw.
yeon-jin's private jet lands smoothly in southern france.
as the wheels on the plane hit the tracks, yeonjin squeezes your hand.
you notice her fingers lingering, a light squeeze in her touch.
she’s stunning in a white sundress, her dark hair in waves.
you steal glances as the chauffeur loads your matching luggage into a sleek car.
"just us," she whispers in korean, her voice soft and intimate.
last year, you were both in Italy on the amaifi coast.
the year before last, yeonjin took you to fiji.
this drive was more scenic.
at some point, the wind hit your face as you saw the sea sparkling from afar.
yeon-jin rests her head on your shoulder, tracing circles on your thigh, free from seoul’s watchful eyes.
your hotel suite is luxurious, with champagne on ice and rose petals on the bed.
when door clicks shut, yeon-jin kisses you deeply.
the woman's lips are hungry.
"i’ve waited too fucking long."
yeonjin's hands pull you close.
this is a freedom denied back home, where you’re just yeon-jin's "best friend" to do-yeong, her husband.
yeon-jin unpacks her luggage with you, laughing as she reveals your gifts.
silky lingerie, a red gown, a diamond heart necklace.
"this is for you, and for my eyes only."
yeon-jin teases, clasping the necklace, kissing below your ear.
she loves nuzzling into your neck, arms around you as the sunset paints the sky pink.
at a restaurant with outside tables, the waiter brings oysters and strawberries.
thanking the waiter, you stutter when you feel yeon-jin's foot sliding up your calf under the table.
it is a playful tease.
typical yeonjin.
in public, she pulls you onto her lap, feeding you fruit.
she licks juice from your lips, giggling at the frightened look on your face since you're around so many.
"relax, no one’s watching. they only care about themselves," she murmurs while kissing you softly.
the night air is warm around you.
you wake tangled in silk sheets.
yeon-jin’s naked body is pressed to yours, her breath soft against your skin.
she lingers, tracing your skin.
"good morning, my love."
yeonjin leans in for a kiss, and it deepens which leaves you breathless.
later, strolling by the water, she links arms with you, head on your shoulder.
"imagine running away together,"
she says, eyes dreamy.
you know this would not happen.
yeonjin only loves one thing more than you, which is her daughter.
she would never run from her.
shopping, yeon-jin spoils you.
she is insistent that you try on dresses.
in a fitting room, she zips up a gown, hands on your waist, whispering, "you’re stunning."
she buys whatever you desire.
on a yacht, surrounding by many others, she loves to apply your sunscreen.
yeon-jin's touch is slow as you sunbathe close.
once the butler brings some water to you and yeon-jin, you get the idea to dive into the blue sea and swim.
yeonjin dives in after you, emerging glistening.
she pulls you towards her in the water and wraps her legs around your waist.
the tall woman kisses you with her salty lips.
on these trips, yeon-jin always feels sorry that she can never fully commit to you.
"remember high school?" she asks on the yacht, reminiscing.
you nod, and she leans onto your shoulder.
"I fell in love with you then, you used to do everything for me."
yeon-jin smirks, before leaning up and looking into your eyes.
"do-yeong was a mistake,"
she says.
this is the hundredth time you've heard her say that.
"you’re my heart."
"I know, it just sucks that i’m the mistress forever... you know? no wedding bells."
she snaps back at you while smirking, "i only love you, idiot. rings don’t mean shit to me."
one night, she suggests a midnight drive in a ferrari.
in the summer, there is a crowd at night.
the people of monaco and france are alive once the sun goes down.
on that drive, her hand stays on your thigh.
on the last day, she hides love notes in your luggage for seoul.
at the airport, she leans on you at the lounge.
"I can't wait for our trip next year, sweetheart."
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