The story is inspired by the games called "Mad Father" and "Dark Deception", the storyline in this series has a similar vibe but with additional parts that make the series even more darker and twisted.
Summary:
Met Y/N, one of the precious girls that lives at Lockwood Village along with her father, the only family member she has left. Y/N's mother died when she was still young because of sickness. Y/N always trusts her father more than anything because she loves her father so much. Her father rarely spends time with her but she didn't mind. She understands that her father works to give the best for her daughter.
Her father works as a mannequin maker, and many people especially royalty request him to make a bunch of them to use as a display for their dresses. Her father's work also involves dark magic and she doesn't even know that her father is capable of doing it. One day, the mysterious royal member takes an interest in her father's work and decides to work with her father to fulfill their dark desire. What happens when she discovers the mysterious royal member's intention? Will she be able to protect her father from danger?
i got a brush, give me your walls, and i'll paint.
SUGAR ON MY TONGUE?
pairing: tattooist heeseung x fem!reader
warming: +18 content. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. sexual tension. suggestive scenes.
synopsis: when your tattoo artist friend asks to use you as guinea pig for his own art and you both end up discovering that it's not just a friendship after all.
kat's note: like sugar on his tongue thats it !! read the hot chapter listening to the song by nasty tyler, the creator hes proud of me i fucking know
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it was late friday afternoon when you got home. barely sitting down on your couch to get some well-deserved rest, your phone buzzed with three messages, one right after the other.
maybe it was your boss asking for overtime or complaining about the most pointless thing, as usual.
except this time, it was a different notification. from someone you really liked.
evan: happy early evening baby
evan: hope you're not busy
evan: what do you think about dropping by my studio today?
you frowned as you read the messages and sat up on the couch, taking a deep breath to reply.
you: heeseung texting me? what a surprise
you: why go to your studio? did something happen?
it didn't take long for him to type back.
evan: nothing to worry about
evan: i just made a really beautiful stencil and thought it would look good on your skin. could i use you as a guinea pig for a few hours?
it wasn't just today that heeseung had been asking to tattoo you with some of his art. you never refused out of your own free will, but rather because your job sucked away your time and energy, and sometimes you felt like you didn't even have the right to enjoy anything.
but it was friday, it was still early, no work, no overtime, just a tempting proposal coming from your friend who made beautiful art and had a very attractive style in the tattoos he did.
you had three tattoos made by him. in fact, your friendship started from your first time going to his studio, scared and nervous for your very first tattoo.
you: ok i don't have anything to do anyway
you: right now?
evan: yeah rn! do you want me to call an uber?
you: i'm just going to take a shower and eat something i just got home from work
evan: no rush sweetie let me know when you're ready
heeseung was a twenty-four-year-old guy who worked as a tattoo artist and was very well known because of his work — and his looks.
on social media, everyone pointed out how handsome and attractive he was, and you couldn’t disagree. you thought it was absurd that a guy like him didn’t have a girlfriend.
you didn’t take long in the shower and ate something light before letting him know you were ready.
the uber didn’t take long either, and soon you were arriving at his studio. organized, beautiful, it was located on the third floor of a commercial building in a very good area since it was close to everything.
when you walked in, soft background music was playing at a pleasant low volume, and behind a desk was heeseung, scrolling on his phone.
“did you renovate this place? i don’t remember it looking like this the last time.”
he looked up in your direction and broke into a wide smile, setting his phone down on the desk before standing up to pull you into a tight hug, making you laugh.
“i missed you so much! damn, you look so fucking pretty..."
"and you still have a dirty mouth." him raise his hands in surrender. "so? how have you been and what brought my presence here?"
"i'm fine, baby. better now i confess and let's go to my desk. i made a really beautiful piece of art"
he held her hand with his tattoo-covered arm and guided her to his desk where there were a few papers and a really beautiful artwork of a dragon covered in flowers.
"what do you think?"
"heeseung this is beautiful my god you're so talented"
he smiled and scratched the back of his neck.
"you liked it? i was thinking about tattooing it on you. i'll let you choose the placement, since it's a medium-sized tattoo, i suggest somewhere visible."
"visible? hmm... i've always wanted a tattoo on the side of my body. do you think it would look good?"
upon hearing your suggestion, heeseung lowered his gaze to your body and instinctively bit his lower lip, his mind wandering elsewhere.
but he needed to control himself.
"heeseung?"
"o-oh h-hi yeah yeah! it's a great spot! so... let's go?"
you noticed his strange behavior, but didn't comment on it after all maybe he was just tired and his reasoning was slow.
but you swear you saw him nibble his lip with a small smirk. anyway!
"it's so beautiful here, so you. i'm glad everything worked out for you."
heeseung gave an awkward chuckle before sitting down in the chair to prepare all the materials.
"i'm glad you feel comfortable here, babe." he sighed, staring at you. "you know y/n, we went a long time without seeing each other, we don't even have that much time for this, but do you have a boyfriend?"
that question caught you by surprise.
very direct, very specific.
"no, i don't. why?"
heeseung smiled, opening the drawer where the items were kept to try to disguise a bit of the rogue face he carried with him.
"it's just curiosity."
"curiosity, huh? did you really call me here just to tattoo me or are there other intentions behind that little smile? evan lee, i'm noticing your advances on me, okay?"
heeseung laughed softly afterwards and crossed his tattooed arms, bringing his gaze back to you.
"i really want to tattoo you, but i'm not gonna lie y/n, i also want to suck you."
your eyes widened slightly at that phrase.
how could heeseung be so direct and act so normal at the same time? it was practically a gift. a dirty gift, but something to admire.
you didn't go out with men that much, you'd only been involved a few times with just one and even then it wasn't good at all because he was the type where only male pleasure matters.
heeseung, on the other hand, seemed to find pleasure in giving you pleasure, whether with his tongue, his fingers, or any way to make you groan and cum under his command.
"what? since when do you think about that?"
"since i tattooed the middle of your chest, angel. it gave me this crazy urge to see that tattoo again and i'll be honest, you're so fucking hot. if no man knew how to appreciate you, just know that i really want to."
his gaze burned in your direction intensely.
you knew you wouldn't regret it, especially since you'd already caught yourself thinking about him in specific situations.
the tattooed arms, the eyebrow piercing, the lip piercing, and the best of all... the piercing he had on his tongue.
suddenly you felt a crazy urge to know the feeling of being eaten out by someone who wears a tongue piercing.
"i... don't know what to say..."
heeseung huffed a laugh.
"you don't need to say anything. just let me take off your panties and you can call me whatever you want."
and like a true predator, heeseung moved the small table with the materials away, leaving only the table where you would lie down to get the tattoo, but right now it would serve another purpose.
he pulled you to sit on his lap while he was still settled in his chair and pulled you into a wet kiss, his tongue already searching for yours.
his hands squeezed your buttocks before one of them moved up to your neck, giving a light squeeze that made you groan against heeseung's mouth. he smiled at that and moved his hand down to your breast, massaging it with that slowness before playing with his thumb on your nipple.
moving the kisses down to your neck, he didn't hesitate to pull your shirt off your body, revealing your bra which didn't last a minute in place, finding the floor just like your shirt, and in a few seconds you were groaning softly with your breasts in heeseung's mouth.
everything was happening so fast, but that was because heeseung seemed starved.
you felt the bulge grow underneath you and to tease, you gave a significant grind over his covered and hard cock, making him groan with his mouth around your nipple.
"heeseung..."
your voice came out shaky as you felt his fingers play with your free nipple and for a moment you believed you were in a dream.
a dream you would never want to wake up from.
"the door isn't locked...heeseung...someone could come i-"
"adrenaline is my middle name, kitten. but if a locked door makes you feel safer, give me a second..."
he set you aside, getting up to go to the door, locking it and turning the sign to "closed" with a smirk.
intending to tease him, you unbuttoned your pants and let them drop down your legs, revealing your underwear.
this small act made heeseung almost lose his breath.
"you wouldn't..."
"not only would i, but i'm going to." you shot back, grabbing the elastic of your underwear before slowly pulling the thin fabric down. "you liked the view?"
if that's what he wanted, that's what you would give him.
"girl."
you lay down on the stretcher without breaking eye contact with heeseung, who followed you with his gaze, not missing a single movement.
and the moment you opened your legs, heeseung was already in front of you, sitting on the chair, holding your thighs to keep them apart.
"i didn't know you were the type to tease at this level, darling," he said, kissing the back of her thighs.
"i didn't know you wanted to fuck me so bad either, to the point of making up a tattoo just to suck me off."
heeseung huffed a laugh, staring at you one last time.
"i didn't make it up, the tattoo is going to happen. but after this..."
the moment his head lowered between your legs, you rolled your eyes, letting a groan escape involuntarily at the warm sensation of his tongue mixed with the coldness of his piercing hitting your clitoris dead on.
if it weren't for his hands holding your legs, you would have suffocated him.
"shit heeseung... it's good..."
the older one looked up with a smirk between his lips, sucking your pussy with an absurd thirst. it was like sugar on his tongue; your taste was sweet to him.
so sweet.
and he loved sweets.
your hand moved to his dark hair, gripping it tightly between your fingers like an anchor.
your head fell back and a loud groan echoed through the studio.
you were completely naked on top of his tattoo table while being sucked off as if you were the most delicious fruit he had ever tasted.
"why are you twitching so much, hm?" he asked, raising his head a little to look at you with his lips glistening. "is just my tongue not being enough? does your pussy need my fingers?"
"h-heeseung... i won't last..."
"you won't? what a shame. because i will."
"evan!"
you exclaimed loudly when you felt two fingers slowly enter you, making everything they touched wet.
heeseung smiled satisfied with the scene, lowering his head again to work with his tongue and fingers as if he were tattooing your pussy in the most pleasurable way possible.
his fingers were all tattooed, just like his back, his waist, his arms, and his neck. you found this extremely attractive and would swear you could cum just by watching him.
it wasn't an exaggeration.
heeseung thrust his fingers inside you with speed, sucking your clitoris on purpose because he knew the sensation the metal caused on your sensitive little spot.
he withdrew his fingers from inside you and began a frantic rubbing on the outside, leaving you wetter and wetter to the point of splashing to the sides.
"wow! look at that! so wet on my fingers, should i be flattered?"
you bit your bottom lip, feeling your eyes fill with tears of pleasure, but a little scream escaped when you felt heeseung literally slap your pussy before going back to thrusting into you with his fingers.
"answer me when i speak to you, hear me? come on, tell me, should i be flattered?"
"y-yeah...!"
"good girl."
he caressed your face with his free hand before delivering a slap. "just as i thought. you're a slut who likes to be told what to do. i'll take good care of you."
"holy fuck heeseung, you're good at this shit, damn..."
your hips started to move over the boy's tongue, and to help you with the sensation, heeseung withdrew his fingers from inside you again and penetrated his tongue into your pulsing entrance, making you close your legs a bit by impulse.
he held your legs up a bit, making your pussy tight, and started to thrust into you with his tongue, causing a pleasurable pressure on the swollen area.
it was erotic. delicious.
you felt like a real dirty slut in front of him. and that made you smile.
your hands went to your own breasts, squeezing them and massaging your hardened nipple, feeling your orgasm close.
heeseung knew you were going to cum. so he opened your legs again and went back to thrusting into you with his fingers, this time faster, using the dirtiest words to encourage you to cum for him.
"come on, little slut. cum for evan, hm? let him fuck you with his fingers until you tighten up and cum good, making everything wet."
that was the tipping point.
the moment every word reached your ear, that sensation began to surge through your body until your orgasm reached its peak, causing absolute chaos.
your uncontrolled groans.
your legs closing.
your eyes rolling.
your pussy tightening.
and heeseung replacing his fingers with his lips to suck you all over while you came, not leaving a single drop of your wetness behind.
when he finally left the area with a soft parting kiss, he stared at you, panting, with red lips and a heavy look of lust.
"like sugar on my tongue."
you closed your legs, spasms taking over your body, but still with a little smile on your lips.
"now i want to fuck you, with your pussy swallowing my dick. can i?" he asked, already unbuttoning his pants.
his underwear showed the wetness of the pre-cum that appeared while he watched you wide open for him to lick you.
"heeseung fuck me please forget about this tattoo today just fuck me i beg you..."
"shh... no need to beg, love. i want this as much as you do." he smiled. "now open your legs wide for your hee. let him make you cum as many times as you want. just use my dick y/n. i'm the one begging you."
heeseung goes undercover on twt to get to know his fans better.
(𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢). idol l.hs x reader. smau series. crack humor. fluff.
──── ୨୧ ──── #26.3 🌙
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elle’s thoughts ❀ hi! i love writing this smau so much lol. also, the fic y/n writes is one of mine, it’s actually my most popular to date. if you’re intrigued, find it here! enjoy part 3!
黑穗病 ─── "I missed this" your idol bf is always busy, after finally getting home he took advantage of every second to do what he missed.
ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ needy!dom!sunghoon x fem!reader
ⳇ w/c: 5.7k
㰙꯭ؚۣۙۗ㰛꯭ؚؔ 𝓦arnings: MDNI, smut, rough sex, degradation/praise, lots of marking, hypersexuality, boob sucking/playing, oral sex (m! , f!), mild ass play, finger fucking, overstimulation, overwhelming sex, hands kink, choking, silencing behavior, spanking, unprotected sex, size kink, creampie, several rounds, bigcock, lmk if moree
𝓡ina's note: really would have liked to make it longer, but my brain is blank n fried lol. i hope u like it, reblog or like if u do<3
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You hear the soft click of the door at exactly 11:07 PM. The apartment is dim, only the warm glow of the living room lamp and the low hum of the TV filling the silence.
Sunghoon stepped inside. the heavy oak door shut behind him with a dull thud, instantly locking out the frantic, loud world he had been trapped in all day.
His broad shoulders were visibly heavy, curved slightly inward under the weight of sheer exhaustion after a brutal, non-stop schedule. he looked smaller in the dim light, stripped of the stage lights.
He was wearing loose, black sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his lean hips. with a slow, fluid motion of his left hand, he pulled off his dark beanie, ruffling his messy, dark hair with a quiet, tired sigh that seemed to come from the very bottom of his lungs.
You're curled up on the sofa in one of his old shirts and tiny sleep shorts, legs tucked under you.
The moment he appears, you turn your head and smile softly, warmth blooming in your chest at the sight of him. even tired, he looks unfairly handsome—sharp jawline, those piercing eyes that always seem to see right through you.
"Hey" you said softly, your voice a gentle, welcoming thread in the quiet room.
You uncurled your legs, your bare feet padding silently over the cool hardwood floor until you were standing right in front of him. "Long day?"
Sunghoon's gaze, usually so guarded and sharp in front of the cameras, softened just a fraction the absolute second it landed on your face.
He didn't smile outright—he rarely did when he was this spent—but the tiny corner of his mouth twitched upward in that subtle, almost painfully shy way he only used when he was genuinely relieved to see someone.
When he was glad to be home.
"Yeah" his voice was incredibly low, a rough, gravelly baritone that sounded like it hadn't been used for anything other than repeating choreography counts for the last five hours. "schedules ran late again. the filming took forever."
His voice is low, a little rough from disuse. he lets you approach, and when you reach up to help him shrug off his jacket, he murmurs "you didn't have to wait up."
"I wanted to" you replied with a small smile.
You reached again, your fingers gently brushed a stray, damp strand of dark hair away from his forehead.
His skin felt cool, almost icy to the touch from the midnight wind outside. "you look completely exhausted, Hoon. sit down. go to the couch, i'll heat something up for you."
"You're too good to me" he said, the words slipping out almost under his breath.
There was a faint hint of teasing dryness in his tone, that typical cold-mocking edge he used as a shield, as if he were actively mocking his own rare display of softness.
But despite the dry comment, he obeyed.
He dropped heavily onto the leather couch with a deep, dramatic exhale that sounded like a surrender.
His long legs spread comfortably across the rug, and he leaned his head back against the cushion, his throat exposed, closing his eyes as the warmth of the apartment finally began to seep into his bones.
In the kitchen, the soft glow of the microwave light illuminated your face as you reheated the dinner.
While the plate warmed, the quiet whirring of the appliance filling the space, you poured him a tall glass of ice-cold water, knowing how parched he always was after practicing.
When you walked back into the living room, carrying the steaming plate, Sunghoon sat up a bit straighter.
The essence of the food seemed to wake his senses, and he accepted the plate from your hands with a small, appreciative nod.
"Thanks" he muttered, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief second.
You settle beside him, close but not crowding. he eats quietly at first, the only sounds the clink of utensils and the TV.
After a few bites, he glances sideways at you. "you ate already?"
"Mhm. saved the best portion for you, though." you smile, reaching out to rest a hand on his thigh.
He didn't pull away from the contact. instead, his free hand came down, his long, pale fingers covering yours briefly. his thumb brushed over your knuckles in a rare, incredibly shy gesture of pure affection before he caught himself.
"Bossy today" he teased lightly, that playful, mocking edge creeping right back into his voice along with a faint smirk. "making sure i eat like i'm a kid."
"Someone has to" you shot back playfully, nudging his shoulder with yours. "you'd completely forget to feed yourself if i didn't remind you."
Sunghoon chuckled softly—a low, genuine sound that vibrated right through his chest.
He shook his head, looking down at his plate. "maybe. but i remember the important things." His eyes flicked back up to you, holding your gaze meaningfully for a heavy, silent second before he returned to his food.
You smiled, leaning over to rest your chin on your hand as you simply watched him finish the meal.
The apartment felt entirely quieter now, softer, as if the rest of the chaotic world completely faded away the exact moment he walked through that door. this was your safe place—and it was his, too.
"Tell me about practice" you say gently. "you mentioned the choreo was rough today?"
Sunghoon swallows a bite and leans back against the couch, legs spread comfortably.
"Yeah. that bridge part in the new song… i kept missing the timing on the turn. Jay kept laughing at me." he gives a small, self-deprecating smirk, the kind that makes his sharp features look almost boyish.
You let out a loud laugh, the sound echoing beautifully in the dim room, and Sunghoon just watched you, his smirk softening into something so deeply tender it felt like a promise.. "sounds like a very normal day, then."
"Mhm." He takes another bite, chewing slowly. after a moment he glances at you again, his tone quieter. "it's nice coming back to this. to you. i don't have to pretend here.”
The words hang heavily in the narrow space between your bodies, incredibly simple but heavily weighted with a raw, rare honesty.
He is someone who spends twenty-four hours a day performing perfection under blinding stadium spotlights, but here, the ice melts entirely.
You reach out across the couch fabric, slowly brushing your fingertips over the smooth, cool skin of his wrist. he doesn't pull away.
Instead, with a soft, deliberate shift, he turns his palm upward and lets his long, elegant fingers slowly intertwine with yours for a few seconds—a quiet, shy display of affection he rarely ever risks showing outside these four walls.
"You don't have to pretend with me, ever" you murmur, your thumb lightly rubbing the side of his hand.
He nods just once, his dark eyes softening until the cold glaze completely vanishes. "i know. that's why i like coming home to you."
The conversation drifts lazily after that, rolling out in a comfortable, unhurried rhythm.
He fills the quiet room with more details about the practice studio—mimicking the members' chaotic inside jokes, explaining with a small huff of a laugh how Heeseung kept deliberately messing up the vocal lyrics during the bridge rehearsal just to make everyone break character and laugh.
He talks about how the performance director praised his facial expressions during the centerpiece turn but kept instructing him to loosen his shoulders a bit more.
In return, you share the quiet pieces of your own day: a funny interaction involving a coworker, the new specialty café you decided to try near your office, and a few thoughts on the book you're currently reading.
At one point, Sunghoon sets his empty water glass down on the wooden coffee table and turns his torso toward you, a sudden, playful glint sparkling in his eyes. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?"
You already start groaning. "Hoon, no—"
"Because he was outstanding in his field" he finishes flawlessly, his face entirely deadpan, though the very corner of his mouth twitches upward into a rare, incredibly shy little smile that crinkles the edges of his eyes.
You let out a louder groan, burying your face in your open palms to hide your expression, but you're laughing entirely too hard to conceal it. "that was absolutely terrible. i genuinely can't believe you actually said that out loud with a straight face."
He shrugs his broad shoulders, looking immensely pleased with himself for breaking your composure. "You laughed. so it worked."
His amused expression slowly shifts, his dark gaze lingering on you as it traces the way his massive, oversized shirt has slipped entirely off the curve of one of your bare shoulders.
The playful edge in his eyes deepens into something slow, focused, and heavy. "you look incredibly cute like this, by the way. wearing my clothes... hair messy... absolutely no makeup on. it makes me want to just keep you locked here forever."
The compliment feels casual on the surface, but the sudden, deliberate drop in his voice sends a distinct, warm shiver straight down the length of your spine.
You can feel his eyes tracking lower, pausing on your bare thighs and the raw hem of his shirt that barely covers anything the second you shift your weight on the leather cushion.
He doesn't say anything more about it yet—he just sits back, letting the thick, electric tension hang in the air, slow and utterly delicious.
Needing to break the spell before your face burns completely red, you stand up from the sofa to gather his empty plate and cup, carrying them over to the kitchen.
As you run the tap, rinsing the ceramic under the stream of warm water, you feel his presence right behind you before you even hear his footsteps on the hardwood.
Sunghoon leans casually against the marble counter right next to the sink, his long arms crossed over his chest, watching your movements in a heavy, contemplative silence.
The air in the kitchen instantly feels five times thicker.
"You really waited up for me again" he says softly, almost as if he's speaking to himself rather than to you.
There's a subtle hint of that teasing, slightly mocking tone he loves to hide behind, but it's completely wrapped in a deep, undeniable affection. "you're entirely too nice to me. it makes me feel incredibly spoiled."
"I like spoiling you" you reply quietly, turning off the tap and reaching for a clean towel to dry your hands.
When you finally turn around to face him, he is standing significantly closer than you had expected. he isn't touching you yet, but he is close enough that your senses are immediately flooded with his scent—that faint, expensive cologne.
Sunghoon tilts his head to the side, his dark eyes studying every single line of your face the exact way he always does when he's trying to read your mind—intense, seemingly a little cold and unreadable on the surface, but radiating a deep, consuming warmth underneath.
"Yeah?" his voice drops an octave lower, turning raspy and intimate. "then maybe you should come here."
He doesn't pull you in by force. he simply waits, giving you the space to make the choice.
He lets you step forward entirely on your own terms until the front of your body is almost pressed flush against his broad chest.
One of his large, pale hands slowly comes up, his long fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his knuckles lingering heavily against the sensitive skin at the back of your neck. the touch is feather-light, but it instantly makes your pulse jump erratically against his skin.
"I missed this" he admits in a quiet, breathless murmur, his eyes flicking downward to track the shape of your lips before rising back to meet your gaze. "missed having you all to myself like this. no rush... no managers or staff waiting outside the door. just us."
You slide your hands up his chest, feeling the intense warmth of his body through the thin black shirt. "then don't rush tonight" you whisper, your voice small in the quiet kitchen.
A small, teasing smirk pulls at his lips, his eyes darkening with a sudden, heavy hunger. "careful what you ask for."
His thumb brushes your lower lip slowly, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "because once i start touching you... i'm not going to want to stop."
The promise in his voice is quiet, but it settles low in your stomach.
He leans in and presses a soft, almost shy kiss to your forehead first, then to the corner of your mouth—deliberately not giving you the full kiss you're starting to crave. the restraint only makes the air heavier.
He takes your hand, his long fingers wrapping firmly around yours. "let's go to the room. i want to look at you properly."
His fingers are warm around yours as he leads you down the short hallway, pace unhurried.
You can already feel the shift in him—the calm, tired boyfriend slowly giving way to something hungrier beneath the surface.
But he's still gentle, still that same Sunghoon who needs this safe space with you before he lets the rest of his control slip.
Sunghoon's fingers stay laced with yours as he leads you down the short hallway, but his grip is firmer than usual—possessive in a quiet way. he pushes the bedroom door open with his free hand and pulls you inside, closing it behind you with a soft click that sounds louder than it should in the quiet apartment.
The moment the door shuts, he turns and backs you against it gently, one hand cupping your face while the other rests on your waist.
His thumb strokes your cheek with surprising tenderness, but his body presses closer, trapping you between the wall and his taller frame.
There's that contrast again—romantic and rough at the same time.
"You have no idea how much i think about this when i'm gone" he murmurs, his voice low, heavy, and slightly raspy against your ear.
He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a slow, teasing kiss before pulling back just enough to speak against your skin. "coming home... knowing you're here waiting for me..."
His hand slides down from your waist to your hip, fingers digging in harder as he kisses you again—this time deeper, more demanding.
His tongue slips past your lips, claiming your mouth with a quiet hunger. when you let out a small sound, he smiles against your lips, that mocking little edge appearing.
"Already making noise?" he teases softly, nipping at your bottom lip. "we haven't even started yet."
He walks you backward toward the bed without breaking the kiss, guiding you with both hands now—one tangled in your hair, the other gripping your ass possessively over the tiny sleep shorts.
When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he doesn't push you down immediately. instead, he pulls back and looks at you, eyes dark and intense under the low lamplight.
"Take the shirt off for me" he says, voice calm but leaving no room for argument. there's a shy flicker in his gaze for half a second, like he's still a little embarrassed by how much he wants you, but it disappears behind that hungry stare.
You obey, pulling his oversized shirt over your head and dropping it to the floor. Sunghoon's eyes drop to your bare breasts, and he exhales sharply.
He reaches out, cupping one in his large hand, squeezing it firmly while his thumb brushes over your nipple.
"Fuck… look at you" he breathes. the words sound almost reverent, but his grip tightens, bordering on rough as he leans down and latches his mouth onto the other breast.
He sucks hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. he pulls back to admire the wet mark he left, then sucks again, harder, clearly intending to leave a bruise.
"Hoon—" you whimper.
He straightens up quickly, covering your mouth with his palm, eyes narrowing in that cold-yet-playful way. "shh. you know the rules. keep it quiet."
His other hand slides into your shorts, finding you already soaked cunt.
Two fingers push inside without warning, curling deep. "so wet already, baby. just from a few kisses?"
You moan against his hand, hips rolling into his fingers.
He adds a third, stretching you, pumping them slowly while his thumb circles your clit. his mouth finds your neck, sucking and biting, leaving visible marks along your collarbone and shoulder.
"Easy" he whispers against your neck, voice low and slightly raspy. his breath is warm on your skin. "we're not rushing tonight. i want to feel every little reaction."
He curls his fingers lazily, pressing against that sensitive spot inside you with precise control.
His thumb continues its unhurried circles on your clit—firm enough to make your thighs tremble, but never fast enough to push you over the edge.
Every movement is measured, almost lazy, as if he's savoring the way your walls flutter around his long fingers.
Your head tilts back. Sunghoon immediately kiss along your exposed throat, then sucking hard enough to leave another blooming mark.
"You're soaking my hand already" he murmurs, a teasing lilt in his voice. there's that faint mocking edge, but it's wrapped in affection. "so pathetic for me… dripping just because i'm touching you. my sweet, needy girl."
His free hand trails up your body, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing it firmly.
He rolls your nipple between his fingers, tugging gently, then harder, watching your face the entire time. when your breathing gets louder, he raises his hand from your chest and presses his palm tighter over your mouth.
"Shh… quiet, baby." his eyes are dark, intense, but there's a soft glint of possessiveness and care in them. "these sounds are only for me."
He keeps fingering you like that for a long time—slow, deep pumps, scissoring his fingers occasionally to stretch you more, his thumb never stopping its lazy torture on your clit.
His mouth stays on your neck and collarbones, sucking and licking, painting your skin with fresh hickeys that will be hard to hide tomorrow.
Every time your hips try to chase his hand faster, he stills his movements completely until you whimper in protest against his palm.
"Stop moving" he says softly, almost sweetly, but with clear dominance. "let me play with you."
You nod desperately, tears of frustration and pleasure already gathering in your eyes. Sunghoon notices and kisses the corner of your eye, surprisingly tender for how roughly his fingers are stretching you.
"So good..." he praises, voice dropping even lower. "look at how well you take my fingers… so tight and warm. i could do this for hours."
He finally pulls his hand away, but only to bring his glistening fingers to your lips. "clean them."
You obey immediately, sucking his fingers into your mouth with pathetic eagerness, tasting yourself on his skin.
Sunghoon watches with hooded eyes, that shy-boy flush barely visible on his cheeks even as his cock strains hard against his sweatpants.
He lets you suck for a while, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, before pulling them free with a wet pop.
Then he finally guides you fully toward the bed, one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
He lays you down gently on your back, but there's nothing gentle about the way he spreads your legs wide, taking off your shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor, knees now pushed toward your chest.
He settles between them, still fully clothed, and simply looks at you—spread open, marked, flushed and breathing hard.
"So pretty like this" he murmurs, running his hands up your thighs.
He leans down and presses a surprisingly soft kiss right above your clit, then another on your inner thigh. "my pretty girl."
His mouth finally descends, tongue dragging slowly through your folds. he takes his time—licking, sucking, savoring—while two fingers slide back inside you.
The pace remains torturously slow, building the heat in your belly inch by inch. every time you get close, he pulls back slightly, kissing your thigh or your stomach until you calm down, only to start again.
He wants you desperate. he wants you shaking. and he's going to take all night to get you there.
Sunghoon keeps his mouth on you with devastating patience.
His tongue moves in slow, broad strokes through your folds, savoring every taste like he's been starving for it all day. he hums softly against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs twitch.
"Mm… so sweet" he murmurs, lips brushing your clit before he sucks it gently between them. two long fingers slide back and forth inside you, curling lazily as he works you open.
He doesn't rush. every lick, every thrust of his fingers is deliberate, drawing out soft, broken sounds from you that he quickly silences by pressing his free hand over your mouth.
Your eyes water from the overwhelming pleasure and the effort of staying quiet.
He looks up at you from between your legs, dark eyes intense, a faint shy flush on his sharp cheekbones even as he eats you out like he owns you. he adds a third finger slowly, stretching you wider, scissoring them while his tongue flicks steadily over your swollen clit.
Every time your hips try to grind against his face, he pins them down with one strong hand, holding you still. "don't move. just take it." his tone is soft but commanding— that perfect edge that makes you feel completely pathetic and safe at the same time.
He spends long minutes like this, bringing you right to the edge with his mouth and fingers, then pulling back to kiss your inner thighs or suck fresh marks into the sensitive skin there.
When you're shaking, whimpering desperately against his palm, he finally crawls up your body.
Sunghoon kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
His bare chest presses against your breasts as he settles between your spread legs.
Without delay, his hand went to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and freeing himself.
You can feel his hard cock, heavy and hot, resting against your soaked pussy.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, breathing a little heavier.
One of his large hands cups your face with surprising tenderness while the other guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing the thick head up and down your slit.
"Look at me" he whispers.
The moment your eyes meet his, he pushes in — slow, steady, inch by inch.
The stretch is intense. he's big, and the size difference always makes you feel small and overwhelmed in the best way.
A broken moan tries to escape, but he covers your mouth instantly with his hand, eyes darkening.
"Shh… that's it. take all of me" he breathes, voice rough with restraint. "fuck, such a good little slut for my cock."
He bottoms out and stays there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust while he leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth.
He plays with your breasts greedily — squeezing, kneading, biting and sucking hard enough to leave dark marks all over the soft flesh.
His hips start moving in slow, deep, rolling thrusts, not fast yet, but powerful. each stroke drags against every sensitive spot inside you.
Sunghoon keeps one hand over your mouth the entire time, muffling every whimper and moan while the other braces beside your head.
His gaze never leaves your face, watching every expression with that intense focus.
"You're dripping everywhere, baby… making such a mess on my cock" he groans quietly, picking up the pace just a little. "so wet you get for me. my perfect, desperate girl."
The position feels intimate and filthy at the same time.
He leans down to kiss and bite your neck, adding more marks, while his hips snap harder.
The sound of skin meeting skin starts to fill the room— wet and rhythmic. he hooks one of your legs over his waist, driving even deeper, grinding against your clit with every thrust.
When your walls start clenching around him, he chokes out a quiet curse and wraps his hand gently around your throat, applying light pressure. "cum for me. let me feel this pussy squeeze my cock."
You shatter hard, eyes rolling back, body shaking beneath him.
He doesn't stop. he fucks you through it, slow and deep, drawing out every second of your orgasm until you're trembling and overstimulated.
But Sunghoon isn't done.
He pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your stomach with strong hands, and pulls your hips up roughly.
This isn't the soft, loving version. he grips your hips hard, fingers digging into your skin, and slams back inside you in one brutal thrust.
The new angle makes you cry out, and he immediately reaches forward to cover your mouth again, muffling the sound as he starts fucking you hard. skin slapping against skin echoes loudly in the bedroom— wet, filthy, relentless.
"That's it… take it" he growls, voice low and strained. one hand stays clamped over your mouth while the other spanks your ass sharply, the sting blooming hot across your skin.
He does it again, harder, then grips your hips with both hands and pounds into you.
The thrusts are deep and punishing, his cock dragging against every spot that makes your mind go blank. he spreads your cheeks slightly, thumb teasing your tight hole with light pressure— just enough to make you clench harder around him.
"So fucking pretty… creaming all over me again already" he pants, that mocking tone mixing with raw lust. "you love when i use you like this, don't you?"
He keeps the brutal pace, hips snapping forward so hard the sound of skin-on-skin is almost obscene. his hands stay locked on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust, completely controlling the rhythm.
No soft kisses on your back, no gentle touches— just raw, overwhelming possession.
"Mhng… listen to that" he groans, voice low and rough. "hear how wet your pussy is for me? greedy little thing."
He spanks you again, the sharp crack of his palm against your ass echoing.
You moan helplessly into the mattress, but he slowly leans forward, clamping his large hand over your mouth and nose for a second, smothering the sound.
"Quiet" he hisses near your ear, that cold, slightly mocking tone sending shivers down your spine. "you know i don't like it when you get loud. be a good girl and take it silently."
He straightens again, both hands returning to your hips.
The angle is brutal — his thick cock stretching you wide, hitting so deep it makes your eyes water. the size difference hits you hard; he feels enormous like this, splitting you open with every snap of his hips.
Sunghoon spreads your ass with both hands, thumbs digging into the flesh as he watches his cock disappear inside you.
He spanks you again, harder this time, then reaches around to slap the side of your breast for good measure. without warning, he pulls out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing.
"On your back again."
You obey shakily. The moment you're spread open again, he’s between your legs, shoving back inside in one rough thrust.
Missionary again, but far less gentle this time. he folds you nearly in half, your knees pushed to your chest as he drives into you with deep, punishing strokes.
The overstimulation is starting to build. you've already cum once, but he doesn't slow down.
His hips snap relentlessly, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. sweat glistens on his toned chest and sharp collarbones. that pretty face is focused and intense, eyes locked on yours as he fucks you stupid.
"You're going dumb already, huh?" he teases, voice breathy but still in control. "eyes all glassy… my perfect girl. can't even think when my cock's inside you."
The overwhelming sensation — choking, silenced, stuffed full — sends you spiraling into another orgasm. your walls flutter and squeeze around him violently, but he keeps thrusting through it, fucking you even harder.
"That's it… cum on my cock again. make a mess."
He doesn't stop. the overstimulation turns blinding. your body shakes, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as he keeps pounding into you, deep and raw, unprotected in the best way.
Finally, he pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed, stroking his glistening cock. "Come here. mouth"
You crawl to him on shaky limbs, pathetic and eager. Sunghoon threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you down. You take him into your mouth, tasting yourself all over him.
He groans quietly, head tilting back for a moment before he looks down at you again.
"Hm… use those pretty hands too."
You wrap both hands around the thick base — your hands obvious how small they look around him — stroking what you can't fit fully in your mouth.
He fucks your throat with controlled thrusts, he groans when you gag too loudly.
"Fuck… your mouth feels too good."
Sunghoon's voice is low and strained as he watches you work him with your mouth and hands. you pull back just enough to look up at him, lips shiny and swollen, breathing heavily.
"I want you so bad, Hoon…" you whisper, voice shaky with desperation. "please… i need you inside me again."
He lets out a soft, mocking chuckle, but his eyes are dark with lust. one large hand cups your jaw almost tenderly before he pulls you up.
"Then take what you want" he says, lying back against the pillows. "ride me. show me how pathetic you are for my cock."
You crawl over him eagerly, straddling his hips.
Your hand tremble slightly as you wrap it around his thick length — the size difference making your stomach flutter.
Sunghoon watches you with that intense gaze, hands resting on your thighs at first, letting you take control for the moment.
You line him up and sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch. "Ah— fuck, you're so big…" you moan, biting your lip hard.
Sunghoon's jaw tightens, his hands sliding up to grip your waist.
Once he's fully seated inside you again, you pause.
He reaches up, grabbing your breasts roughly and squeezing them, thumbs flicking over your sensitive nipples.
Then he pulls you down toward him, sucking one nipple into his mouth hard, teeth grazing the skin as he leaves another dark mark.
You start moving, rolling your hips in slow, deep circles at first. the pleasure builds quickly, and soon you're bouncing on him, hands braced on his toned chest.
"Hoon… feels so good" you whimper, trying to keep your voice down. "you're so deep like this…"
His eyes flash with that mocking edge even as he thrusts up to meet you. "you sound like such a slut when you get loud."
You moan against his palm, the muffled sound making him twitch inside you.
You ride him harder, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room. sunghoon's free hand spanks your ass sharply, then again, the sting pushing you closer.
"Faster" he demands, voice rough. "ride me like you mean it. show me how much you missed my cock."
You obey, bouncing faster, thighs burning. he keep playing with your breasts greedily, sucking and biting them while you move.
"Look at me" he orders. your eyes meet his and the intensity makes you clench hard around him. "…creaming all over me. my needy little slut."
The overstimulation hits as you cum hard on his cock, body shaking. Sunghoon doesn't let you slow down.
He grips your hips with both hands and starts thrusting up into you roughly from below, fucking you through your orgasm.
"Don't stop" he growls. "you're not done yet."
After a few more moments, you switch into reverse cowgirl, back facing him.
He pulls your hips down and immediately starts guiding you, spanking your ass hard as you ride him. his thumb teases your ass again, pressing in slightly while you move.
"Fuck, this view…" he mutters, voice thick. "such a pretty, ruined pussy taking me so well."
You brace your hands on his thighs, moving desperately. "Hoon— i can't… it's too much…" you whimper.
"Yes you can" he says, almost sweetly, but his thrusts are brutal. "you're going to cum again for me."
He reaches around to rub your clit, never stopping the rough pace.
Another orgasm crashes over you, leaving you trembling and overstimulated. leaving his cock creamy again.
Sunghoon flips you onto your side, spooning you from behind. He hooks one of your legs over his and slides back in, fucking you with deep, grinding strokes while one hand covers your mouth.
"You're shaking so much" he murmurs against your neck, biting down to leave another mark.
Sunghoon finally reaches his limit. he pulls you up against his chest, one hand covering your mouth as he fucks you with short, devastating thrusts.
"Gonna fill you up" he rasps against your ear. "take all my cum, baby.."
With a low, strained groan he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard, pulsing deep inside you. you feel every hot spurt as he fills you, grinding slowly to push it deeper while he rides out his orgasm.
He stays buried inside you for a long moment, breathing heavily against your neck, body trembling slightly from the intensity.
Sunghoon's grip slowly loosens. the rough dominance melts away as he carefully pulls out of you and turns you gently onto your back.
He looks exhausted — eyes heavy, shoulders slumped, the long day finally catching up to him now that the tension has been drained from his body.
"Come here..." he whispers, voice hoarse and soft.
He pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest with surprising tenderness. one hand strokes your back in slow, soothing circles while the other gently wipes the tears from your cheeks.
"You okay?" he asks quietly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your temples, and the marks he left on your neck. "i was pretty rough tonight… but fuck, i needed that. needed you."
You nod weakly, curling deeper into him. "i'm okay… just sensitive."
He hums in understanding and reaches for the water bottle, helping you take small sips before cleaning you up with a warm towel. His touches are feather-light now, careful around every hickey.
"You did so well for me" he murmurs, that shy, gentle side fully returning. "always waiting for me… always taking everything i give you."
He pulls the blanket over both of you and holds you close, legs tangled together. the exhaustion is clear on his face — eyes already half-closed, body heavy and relaxed against yours.
"Today was endless" he admits softly, nuzzling into your hair. "but now… i'm more than satisfied. i can finally rest."
His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin as his breathing slows. "stay right here with me" he whispers, already drifting off. "don't move. i've got you."
Within minutes, Sunghoon is fast asleep — completely spent, satisfied, and peaceful with you safe in his arms.
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heeseung growls loudly, grabbing your legs and pushing them back, spreading you wider. the new angle hits that special spot inside you with each thrust, making you scream.
“take that fuckin' dick." he groans, watching your perfect face contort in pleasure, your mouth open in a perfect o.
“so— big—!" you cry out, his eyes flash with something primal at your words. he's always been big, and hearing you struggle to take him only makes him harder. he reaches down, wrapping his arm around your throat as he continues to pound into you. “too big for this tiny little pussy?"
you try to shake your head, tears streaming down your face. “nooo— can take it—"
he squeezes your throat gently, cutting off your air slightly. “that's my fuckin' girl."
he thrusts harder, deeper, his balls slapping against you with each movement.
“mhhhf—" you pant heavily, chest rising and falling as your brain turns to mush from the lack of air.
he loves seeing you like this, helpless and full of his big dick. he unwraps his arm suddenly, letting you gasp for air. “you gonna keep saying you can take it?"
you mewl weakly, hands trembling on the sheets. “i— i can—" before you can even finish your sentence, he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders. the new position opens you up even more, allowing him to hit your spot with every single thrust.
he starts fucking you so hard the headboard hits the wall repeatedly. “keep talkin' shit."
“o-oh— god!" your words are cut off by a loud scream as he nails that spot inside you again. he continues his brutal pace, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself deep inside you. you can feel every thick inch of him stretching you wide open. “that's it, scream for me."
“ohohohfuck—!" the sound of your high-pitched screams fills the room, mixing with the wet sounds of him slamming into your cunt over and over again. his fingers dig into your legs hard enough to bruise as he holds you in place, using you like his personal fuck toy. “fuck, you're so tight."
“hee—“
hearing his name on your lips sends him over the edge. he pounds into you even harder, his breathing ragged and loud. his cock swells inside you as he starts to come, filling you with his hot cum. “take it." he growls out, pressing deep inside you.
he stays buried inside you for a moment before pulling out slowly. his cum starts dripping out of stretched hole immediately. heeseung watches as more of his load leaks out, mixed with your own juices. “good girl." he praises you softly, running a hand down your leg.
it's warm and quiet in your shared room with heeseung, the only sound being the soft hum of the fan overhead and heeseung's steady breathing beside you. snoring away without a care in the world, unbothered by the fact that you've been trying and failing to fall asleep for almost an hour.
falling asleep in heeseung's arms was always bittersweet, he smelled good and he loved to hold you close - but every shift of his body against yours reminded you just how close the two of you were. and how intoxicating feeling his bare skin against yours really was. every sleepy sigh, every time his chest pressed against your skin, arms tightened around your waist - had a rush of arousal pooling between your legs.
heeseung basically slept on top of you, like he can never fully leave you alone, even when unconscious. and tonight it was unbearable. your eyes following the twirl of the fan above your heads for another minute before you're finally turning toward him. frustrated and restless as your fingers push the soft strands of hair back on his forehead.
"hee," you whisper. met with more snores. he looks so pretty sound asleep beside you, it was almost unfair. all the sharpness in his features seem to disappear the second he's unconscious. no sight of his teasing smirk, no cocky tilt of his head. just long dark hair falling messily across his forehead and pretty lips pursed in the cutest of pouts.
his lashes rest against the tops of his flushed cheeks, the bridge of his nose shiny from your moisturizer he couldn't keep himself from stealing. his fingers twitch every now and then in his sleep, pulling your body against his without even realizing it. you can't seem to tear your gaze with him, not embarrassed to admit how badly you wanted him even now.
if not more. this version of him feels rare. quiet. defenseless. the same boy who spends all day running his mouth and simultaneously making you laugh is suddenly just still. heeseung shifts in his sleep, letting out the softest of sighs and that's enough to have you teetering over the edge.
you're moving before you can talk yourself out of it, carefully wiggling out of his grasp and swinging a leg over his hips. you shift until you're sat comfortably on his lap, sticky panties pressed against the crotch of his pajama pants as your nipples pebble against his chest. "hee," you try again, whinier this time - head tilting up until you're able to press a line of soft kisses against his skin.
your hips move as if they've got a mind of their own, soft moans falling from your lips as you chase a pace that'll satiate the ache between your legs. you press down harder, teeth grazing his clammy skin as your fingers tangle in his soft hair. he shifts beneath you, cock growing hard without him even realizing why and the sudden press of it has your hips stuttering.
that wakes him up. a quiet groan leaves him immediately, brows puling together as he blinks slowly into the darkness - confused with the new weight pinning him against the mattress. "...baby?" he mumbles, voice deep and rough from sleep. his eyes focus on the sight of you on top of him, hips rolling slowly against his with your face buried in his neck.
his senses come to life one by one, a low curse falling from his lips when he can fully feel how wet you are through your panties. "oh, fuck." he says through a chuckle, hand sliding down the arch of your back before settling on your hip, gently guiding the movement of them. "look at you go," he says almost awestruck, watching the desperate roll of your hips as you trail a wet line of kisses from his neck to his chest.
"don't," you warn, head lifting to scowl down at him. yet there isn't much bite in your words. not while you were holding back the whimpers that threatened to spill. "what's the matter?" he says softly, head tilting to the side as his eyes trace over your features, obvious amusement riddling his. "isn't this what you wanted, babe? attention. you couldn't even let me sleep..." he feigns annoyance, hips lifting to meet every last one of your hurried grinds while his hand sneaks beneath the lace of your panties.
his brows shoot up slightly when his fingers find your wet slit. "fuck," he mumbles. "since when were you this needy, baby?" you're scoffing, dark eyes rolling yet your hips don't miss a beat. "don't call me needy," you whine, the soft chuckle he lets out vibrating against your chest.
heeseung leans down to press a lazy kiss to your forehead, trailing his lips down the side of your face while his fingers toy mindlessly with your clit. "you're making a mess all over me, baby. what else am i supposed to call you?" his teeth graze your skin gently, teasing you before he's biting down fully - earning a surprised yelp from you which he meets with another laugh.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAY ♡
sunlight bleeds through the curtains. too bright. too early. the night had came and went and you still haven't moved from jay's bed since you were sneaking into his room hours ago. you had told yourself that it would be quick, just enough to get it out of your system and you'd be back in your own bed before the clubs were closing. that was six hours ago.
"shit," you're jerking up right in his bed, hair a mess, heart racing as you pat around the sheets in search of your phone. the time displayed on your screen in big mocking font: 08:43. there were three missed texts from your roommate, rightfully wondering where the hell you were.
yuna babe <3
lol where'd u disappear to? | 00:34
u better not be with hyunjin!!!! | 00:59
u alive lol? | 02:41
you feel the way your heart sinks. "fuck," you sigh, guilt settling in your chest as your eyes shift to where jay lays beside you. he's fast asleep beside you without a care in the world, sprawled on his back with the blanket tangled with his legs, boxers riding dangerously low, chest completely bare. he has one arm tucked behind his head, lips parted slightly in his sleep.
and annoyingly, you can't ignore how good he looks. too good. you sit there staring for a second too long, taking in his pretty soft features while trying to figure out how you manage to keep ending up here. trying to wrap your mind around the timeline of when you became this girl, accepting the bare minimum because at least it was something. even though you knew jay couldn't care less.
he shifts slightly in his sleep, brows pinching together for a second before relaxing again. the movement of his legs is kicking the blanket lower and your eyes follow the movement, catching sight of the bulge that presses against the fabric of his underwear. your entire body tightens. "oh my god," you're muttering quietly to yourself.
you should leave. you absolutely should leave. yuna was known for popping in on him after her morning run. she could be here any minute. this was so bad. but despite knowing all that, you can't keep yourself from kneeling beside him on the mattress. hands moving on their own accord, catching the waistband of his boxers. you're tugging slowly, carefully - eyes following the way his cock springs free from the fabric.
and the way your mouth waters is every bit of embarrassing. still you don't let that get in your way, teeth cutting into your lip as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, head leaning down to press a faint kiss to the tip of it.
jay reacts immediately, even asleep. his cock jumps in your grasp, a low sound leaving his lips - somewhere between a groan and a sign. "...mmh," his hand lifts instinctively, tangling in your soft curls as his eyes blink open. they flutter at the sight of you, tongue dragging along his length. "fuck, baby." he mumbles sleepily, grip tightening in your hair. "you're still here?" he had grown used to you sneaking out before the sun was even up. "yuna's gonna be here any minute..." his words trail off, the groan he lets out stealing the rest of the sentence.
you're nodding distractedly, hand working against his balls while you suck kisses into his skin. "i know," jay's letting out a soft laugh, hips lifting slightly in hopes you'd take more of him into your mouth, though his words don't match his actions.
"so why do you have my dick in your mouth instead of leaving?" you hate the way the words sting and you don't miss the smug smirk that sits on his lips. you press another kiss against his skin anyway, opening up your mouth a bit wider as your lower your head. his cock is heavy against your tongue and you're sucking softly, grinning at the curse he lets slip.
you watch the way his eyes flutter, head hitting against the wall behind his bed as he bites back a groan. "fuck, i love your mouth." he sighs, hips rutting up to meet the bob of your head. his hand tightens instinctively in your hair before he's lifting his head to get a good look at you between his legs. dark gaze somewhere between exhausted and completely gone for you.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JAKE ♡
jake wakes up feeling needy. the type of needy that has his entire body aching, cock throbbing as he reaches for your before he's even fully conscious. your sleeping body fits so nicely against his chest and you melt into his grasp as if it were instinct. it's freezing in your shared room, but the blanket covering your body feels hot against his skin. yet, he refuses to put any space between your bodies, he's letting out a soft huff as his arms tighten around your waist.
your body shifts in his grasp. just slightly, but enough. a sleepy sigh falling from your lips as you press back against him without even realizing what you're doing. he's hissing, catching his lower lip between his teeth to keep from moaning out. "fuck..." he's whispering into the dark.
his eyes stay trained on the back of your head, already deciding that he's lost this battle with himself. you're so warm against him, his shirt swallowing your frame yet your hard nipples still press against the fabric. he can make out the outline of your ass perfectly and he's not hesitating with lifting his hips to meet the swell of flesh. you look so pretty. long lashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks, lips parted slightly - completely unaware of what you're doing to him right now.
jake's careful with the way he lowers his hand, fingers grasping the hem of your shirt and slowly lifting it over your ass. you don't even shift and his eyes are zeroing in on your lack of panties. "oh my god..." he sighs, reaching lower to squeeze at the flesh. and he feels the way his cock jumps against his boxers.
you're humming sleepily, pushing back into his touch as he palms at your ass. his free hand slips into his boxers, carefully pulling his cock from it's confines - groaning softly as his hand wraps around the thickness. "baby..." he whispers softly against your shoulder, his cock resting against your ass.
he doesn't hesitate with rutting his hips up, hand holding his cock steady against your ass. a shudder runs down his spine, eyes fluttering as he grinding himself against you. a sleepy smile tugging at his mouth despite himself. wet kisses press lazily against your bare shoulder, lips lingering while his hips roll against yours.
"wake up for me," he murmurs into your skin, teeth nipping at the kisses he's left behind. you're letting out the tiniest noise, still half asleep - but jake nearly melts at the sound. so embarrassingly gone for you. his thrusts are rough and thoughtless, body shifting until his cock is falling between your cheeks.
his heavy cock slides from your ass to your wet pussy, soft lips wrapping around him. he curses, eyes fluttering as he fucks against you - the tip of his cock hitting against your clit. that's what finally wakes you, a breathy moan falling from your lips as you shift. "...jake?" your voice comes out wrecked with sleep. he's chuckling softly, in slight disbelief of himself - but not enough to stop.
"mmh," he's planting another kiss to your shoulder, hips angling so his cock is dragging against your clit perfectly. "oh my god," you're gasping, legs spreading wider for him. "you woke me up," you complain but it doesn't hold much weight paired with your moan. jake's letting out a soft laugh against your skin, completely unashamed.
"i missed you," he confesses, a hand sneaking up the front of your shirt to take your nipples between his fingers. "you were literally holding me," you giggle, hips moving back to meet his thrusts.
his cock throbs between your legs, threatening to slip past your wanting hole. his thrusts are needy and untimed, the way your pussy drips against him making it easier for him to fuck against you. "wasn't enough," he groans, the honestly in his voice is enough to make your stomach flip.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNGHOON ♡
sunghoon wakes up with a frown. not a real one, just that sleepy, mildly annoyed expression he'd always get when something was interrupting his sleep. most nights its you shifting around beside him every five seconds struggling to get comfortable. tonight, although it's still you - it's something entirely different.
you tried and fail to fall asleep at least fifteen times tonight, but as the hours ticked by you couldn't seem to ignore the ache between your legs. and how hot your boyfriend looked sound asleep wasn't helping either. his sweats riding low on his hips, showing off that carefully worked on v-line, abs on fully display and the fading hickeys you left on his chest on full display.
you wanted him. badly. but he was tired, exhausted even. six rounds would do that to a person. but you couldn't seem to keep your hands to yourself no matter how much you knew he hated being woken up. it started as absentminded strokes against his chest, fingers dipping lower to trace the indents of his stomach. it was close to innocent at one point, until your eyes were landing on the crotch of his sweats and your mind was being flooded with images from hours before.
you're reaching past the waistband before you can think twice about it, hand wrapping around his cock and stroking softly. you feel him harden against your palm, soft groans falling from his lips at your touch. his eyes are fluttering slightly, hips shifting as his gaze finds you. "what are you doing?" he says through a chuckle.
a grin spreads across your features, head tilting to the side to look up at him. "...nothing," something between a laugh and a whimper falls from his lips, his hips lifting to meet the steady pump of your hand. "liar," he sighs, head lulling to the side. he felt like his body was on fire, shaking off the last bits of sleep as pleasure takes over instead.
he's reaching a hand forward to tangle in your hair, "you didn't get enough earlier?" he teases, smiling softly down at you. you're shaking your head quickly, hand moving over his length - your thumb rubbing against his tip whenever you can reach it. he catches the way your thighs press together, hips rolling slowly to create some type of friction. the movements are subtle, but unfortunately sunghoon notices everything.
especially when it comes to you.
his sleepy smile widens slightly, fingers tightening in your hair before tugging your head up toward him. "that desperate, huh?" he glares, jutting his lips out to point at the slow roll of your hips. you glare weakly at him, but your hand never stops moving against him. "don't make fun of me," you pout.
"i'm not," he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. "i'm enjoying myself." his hips lift again on instinct, breath catching quietly as your thumb drags over him just right. his eyes squeeze shut for a second before reopening slower than before, gaze heavy when it settles on you. and his cock twitches in your palm, shocked at how hot you were.
the thin strap of your night gown falling lazily off of your shoulder, pretty nipples peaking against the fabric. the lace presses gently against your soft skin, skirt of your dress all bunched up to reveal the tops of your thighs. and it doesn't help that he can still taste your arousal on his lilps.
suddenly he's no longer sleepy, his need to tease you melting into something warmer. something hungrier. and you barely have a second to react before his hands are reaching for your waist, that familiar look in his eyes as he tugs you body up. "c'mere." he mumbles, guiding you over him until you're straddling his lap properly.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNOO ♡
sunoo is impossible to wake up. you've learned that the hard way. you've tried everything in the months that the two of you been together. shaking his shoulder? nothing. calling his name? barely a twitch. screaming fire as loud as you can? that'd earn you a tired groan as he rolled onto his side.
so your hopes are low when your pressing close against him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck as your thigh hooks over his hip. he's so warm underneath you, chest raising and falling slowly as he slept. you almost feel bad for how hard you're trying to wake him, grinding slowly against his thigh as soft moans slip against his ear. he shifts slightly and that has your heart jumping.
"sunoo," you sigh, pressing down harder against him and moaning a bit louder this time. and to your surprise, his entire body jolts slightly beneath you. "oh my god," he mumbles instantly, still half asleep but the throb between his legs is unmistakeable.
you hide your face against his shoulder, embarrassed now that he's woken up. sunoo blinks slowly into the dark, completely confused at first. but his hands settle on your waist out of habit, brain still trying to process why you're practically in his lap at three in the morning. then you're moving against his leg again and realization settles in.
a sleepy smile spreads across his face immediately. "no way," he whispers, voice wrecked with sleep. "you woke me up because you're horny?" it's hard to mask the disbelief in his tone.
"sunoo," you groan, which he's meeting with the softest laugh. "that's crazy," he murmurs, clearly too pleased by the fact. "you couldn't even sleep?" you shake your head against him, teeth nibbling at his lower lip as your hips roll needily. sunoo's expression melts instantly. he loves seeing you like this. loves knowing you were laying here awake, needy enough to wake him up for help.
you're giggling softly despite the ache that spreads throughout your body. "you're so annoying." he's shrugging, "and you're obsessed with me," the smugness in his tone has you reaching down to pinch his arm, weakly. "ow," he pouts, hands gentle on your waist as his thumbs rub slow circles beneath your shirt while he looks at you with sleepy affection. he's setting his hand on the top of your head, pushing your hair back from your forehead.
"you're so cute right now," he says softly.
your pout matches his. "i'm literally struggling." you groan into his shoulder again, hips rolling for emphasis. sunoo is immediately wrapping both arms around you tighter, "that's the cute part," he laughs, burying his face against your neck with a sleepy sigh. his hands drop slightly until he's able to reach your hips, using his grip to guide your movements. the warmth of your pussy against his thigh pulling a soft moan from his lips.
"mmh. there she is," he mumbles and you're whining out, head tilting to the side. "you're enjoying this too much," you say through a soft gasp, the soft press of his lips against your skin sending a warmth through your body. he laughs and it's the prettiest sound you've ever heard. sucking a trail of wet kisses up your neck until he's able to brush his lips against your ear, whispering. "you woke me up by rubbing your pussy against me, baby. what did you think was going to happen?"
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JUNGWON ♡
it all felt so real. your hands on him. your voice. the way you look at him. how good tasted against his tongue. your lips on his skin. he could feel himself fucking into you, the familiar stretch of your pussy around his cock had precum spilling into you. it felt so real, until reality started to seep in. just as your fingers knit into his hair, lips finding his neck - his eyes are shooting open and he's back in his room.
you're fast asleep beside him, rather than withering and whining below him. one of his hoodies covers your warm body, back pressed against his chest and your legs tangled with his. your hair is a mess, makeup smudged but you still look so pretty. and you smell so good. sweet and warm and all his.
everything about you is so intoxicating that it completely ruins his ability to think rationally right now. especially with how hard he was, cock straining against his shorts. his eyes squeeze shut, trying to calm himself as you shift closer in your sleep - ass pressed firmly against his length. it doesn't work.
a quiet breath falls from his lips, hand sliding over your waist to hold your body tight against his. he can't keep his mind from replaying images of his dream. paired with what he actually knows you look like when he's buried inside of you, it makes falling back asleep nearly impossible. he's fully awake now.
awake and aware of every little detail of you. of how dangerous you were even while asleep. your hair is spread messily across the pillow, skin warm against his greedy hands, lashes long and deerlike. you look so peaceful it almost irritates him, like you have no idea what you do to him. what you're doing now.
his eyes drag slowly over your face, the tiny crease between your brows from sleeping on your side. the way your nose scrunches faintly every few breaths. your lips. plump and pink and prettiest wrapped around his cock. fuck. jungwon swallows thickly, dick seeming to grow harder at the thought.
his hand tightens on your hip, pulling you back more firmly against him without even thinking about it. the tip of his cock nudges against the curve of your ass through the fabric of your clothes and you're letting out a soft sigh in your sleep from the feeling. that nearly kills him. jungwon muffles his grunt by burying his face into the back of your neck, breathing you in and it makes his head feel fuzzy.
"you're actually evil..." he murmurs quietly against your skin.
and in that moment he's deciding enough is enough. he's gentle when shaking you, soft hand on your shoulder as he presses even softer kisses to your back and shoulder. you stir immediately, face twitching as you shift beneath him. "won?" you mumble, eyes squinting while you turn to face him.
jungwon's leaning down to press his lips to yours, hand reaching down to tug at the hem of your shorts. "need you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling back to get a good look at your face. "take these off," you can't help the laugh that breaks through, your fingers easily knitting themselves in his hair.
"you woke me up for that?"
if he feels even the slightest bit embarrassed he doesn't show it, just nods his head simply as he works on tugging your shorts down your legs. "you were all over me in my dream," he mumbles quietly, grinning to himself when you wiggle your hips - allowing your shorts to slip down. "i woke up and needed you all over me for real," his head dips to the side, pressing a line of soft kisses against your skin.
you're giggling at his lame explanation, tilting your head to the side to give his lips more room to roam around your neck. your legs spread easily for him, back arching when the tip of his cock meets your entrance. "well," you sigh, angling your hips in a way that makes it easy for him to slip right in. "let's make your dreams come true then."
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ RIKI ♡ (…burn out loser couple)
riki didn't believe in patience. or overthinking. so when he wakes up wanting you, he doesn't hesitate to act on it. the desperate need hits him all at once the second he opens his eyes and sees you laying beside him in his bed like you belonged there. like you owned it.
your sweater had ridden up sometime through the night, exposing the curve of your waist and the soft skin of your thigh beneath the blanket. you're so warm, that's the first thing he noticed when he was first laying beside you. riki's stare lingers fora second too long, because fuck, you look unreal like this.
sweet lips set in the cutest pout, just begging to be kissed. by him. cute little button nose smushed against his pillow. and he couldn't seem to get over the way you smell. it's a sweet mixture of his cologne and your signature rose scent. it was enough to drive him mad.
"you're kidding," he's muttering under his breath, eyes landing on the bruise just below the collar of your sweatshirt. he reaches out slowly, pushing your shirt out of the way to reveal the hickeys he's successfully sucked into your skin. marking you, claiming you. and that's exactly when he's deciding that he needed you.
instead of trying to go back to sleep like a normal person, he's pulling the blanket up slightly and sliding down the bed until he's able to fit himself between your legs. you don't even stir at first, still sleeping peacefully while he hooks your thighs over his shoulders taking his time with breathing you in.
strong hands squeeze your legs absentmindedly before he's leaning forward, pressing a string of lazy kisses against the damp fabric covering your pussy. his tongue brushes against your folds, darkening the already wet lace. that's what finally gets a reaction out of you. a soft breath falling from your lips as your body twitches slightly beneath him.
the grin that spreads across riki's features is immediate. "rise and shine," he murmurs against your skin, another soft kiss pressed into your panties as his eyes lift to look up at you. your eyes are barely open, confusion written all over your features as you stare down at him. "riki?" he's mouthing at your clothed pussy, only able to muster out a distracted, "mmh?" the sound vibrates against you.
you groan, the sound a mixture of fatigue and pleasure. riki doesn't care which and judging from the way your hips lift to meet his mouth, you don't either. "what time is it?" you're sighing, hand searching for your phone on the bed.
"no idea," riki's words are muffled against you, hands reaching up to hook into the sides of your panties - carefully tugging them down your legs. "i'm horny," he says it like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. and you're letting out a shocked giggle. "and that's my problem?" he ignores the bite in your tone, mouth closing around your clit as his tongue laps against it.
you're gasping, hand shooting down to hold his face to you. "you're lucky i like you," you mumble, hips rolling to match the strokes of his tongue. riki is peeking up, the corner of his mouth lifting into a teasing grin. "you love me," he challenges daring you to tell him otherwise.
you don't because you can't and that's good enough for him. you feel his grin against your thigh as he dips his head back down and you're linking your ankles behind his back, caging him between your legs.
[>⩊<] a few words to describe the story - smut, 21+, intense, vulnerable, devotion, cuffs, rope restraints, forced positioning, tension, slow-burn, edging, bondage, restraint, orgasm denial, overstimulation, praise kink, dominance, oral stimulation, multiple ruined orgasms, strict commands, teasing, sensory control, gentle at first but rough in the final, BDSM, consensual, trust, submission, powerful, caring, possessing, physical sensation, focusing, desperate, cursing
[>⩊<] 𝒹𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 @kitthee
“ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟᴇ”
You and Heeseung have known each other for years, but you decided to start dating last June after confessing to each other. He wasn’t JUST a boyfriend. He was sweet, kind, caring, loving, and always put your needs before his first. Every time you shared intimacy, sparks flew around you, love turned passionate, eyes dark with engagement.
One night while you were waiting for him to come home from work you couldn’t stop pondering about him in all the ways he could dominate you. He was basically always taking charge in bed, making your vision hazy every single time, and leaving you with amazing orgasms.
But.
You wanted something new, you wanted to see something extra unique and consensual. You had to be uneasy that maybe he would disagree, maybe he would be too tired… but it’s already too late to reverse your judgment.
The pair of cuffs were already waiting in your closet. They had just arrived today, simple, black leather, a tight metal chain precisely where your wrists were going to stay put.
But that wasn’t all. If you were going to get something so scandalous and kinky might as well get more, right?
Rope was just the perfect way of keeping you locked together totally. Maybe he wasn’t going to use it but why not make an effort?
Unaware, you heard the door open and heard the same suitcase thud on the floor, the door clicking. You were anxious but pushed through. You got off the couch, panties already damp thinking about it.
“Baaaabe?” Heeseung’s deep voice rose, calling for your presence and attention.
You appeared around the corner of the wall, smiling mischievously with a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“What?” He gazed back, smirking and then kicking off his shoes after untying them.
“I missed you. Can we have some fun?” You blurted out, you couldn’t delay it until evening. You felt your gut form a tight coil.
Heeseung remained silent for a moment, pausing and walking away in the direction of your shared bathroom “Give me a second and I’ll be right to you, baby”
Your excitement reached its peak - it wasn’t only going to be a surprise but also intense since it was the first time.
You were secure. Heeseung is good at everything, of course, he will handle you.
You ran into the tiny closet room inside the bedroom, bringing the fun items, and waited for him to enter your shared bedroom. You placed the items and sat down on the bed, body seeping into the comfortable mattress.
You heard footsteps, lifted your head and there was Heeseung, standing there and stepping in unaware of the items yet. You eyed him when he started to unbutton his shirt and approached him. You instantly pushed your body closer to his and he took the cue. His hand wrapped around your waist, holding you for no way out, and pressed his lips, connecting them with yours with an instant wet and slippery familiar tongue.
You kissed back extra passionately taking him by surprise. When you softly pulled away from each other you murmured:
“Can you… Use those on me today?” Your hand gestured towards the items waiting on the bed with intensity and desire. Your expression turned slightly gentle the moment you saw his gaze glimpse in that direction. He wasn’t saying anything, making your heart thud with tension.
“Are you sure?” Heeseung asked calmly, his eyes going soft, pupils dilated from worry that might not meet your expectations.
“Yes.. yes” Your eyes widened, wishing for the finest.
In a second, Heeseung picked you up and forced you back to his warm body.
In a minute, you were both stripped off your clothes with you lying on the unmade bed from last night, with Heeseung straddling you on top.
He was already operating with the cuffs, he pushed your arms above your head, and was already leaking hard between his legs. The black fabric paired with the silver metal clung to your skin and dragged the most fierce warmth in your chest. You let out a faded whimper when you attempted to move your wrists but were unable to. The stingy and tight feeling turns you on even more and he noticed it. He found your reaction priceless.
“Fuck, I did not expect this” Your boyfriend was already breathless.
Your eyes stared deeply into his facial features - his jaw, his nose, his eyebrows, everything. They trailed down as he was rushing his movements above your arms to make the cuffs really fucking tight figuring out you needed some roughness today. His member was rock hard, twitching and his muscles flexing.
“You look so hot” You whispered, voice hardly audible since you were already drooling just looking at him. You were so thirsty and desperate to get dominated like this.
Heeseung took the rope and instantly pushed your leg to the side, not even asking. He was going to do it himself, make you spread wide and perfect for him the way he wanted to… and that, that made you incredibly excited. Your nipples hardened as you could feel the incredible amount of tightness placed on the inside of your right thigh. When he tied your left leg you were spread entirely, your entrance fluttering, glossy. He admired every inch of how you looked in this very moment.
“You look so beautiful attached to the bed like this unable to move an inch, sweet princess”
Heeseung’s voice was husky by now, completely taken away by the image in front of his very own eyes. His mouth started to water, your eyes had created a twinkle in them, and your eyelashes were fluttering, your lips were hydrated and barely parted.
You were starting to really struggle, you felt like your thighs were already growing exhausted and your arms were weakly attached to the headboard of the bed.
His tongue found your peaked right nipple and instantly, you felt the tingly sensation inside your chest. You let out a louder whimper due to the restraint you were experiencing, which let Heeseung know this was going to be different from the other hundreds of times you had sex. He stimulated your left nipple with his thumb, barely touching it to let you know how much of a tease he can be tonight.
“Mm!” You wanted to clench your thighs so bad in that moment. Heeseung’s tongue twirled in a specific way that made you dripping wet. His finger was teasing your nipple so bad that it hardened even more; its texture was rock solid. You felt the desire filling inside your walls. You were practically throbbing around nothing.
Abruptly, you felt his fingers right over your pussy. You were so focused on his tongue on your right nipple that you never noticed his left hand leave its placement on your boob.
An entire jolt ran through your body making you shiver as his tongue gradually trailed up your collar and then your neck. You could feel his warm and heavier breathing.
“You wanna see how different your kind Hee can get?” Heeseung’s rumbly voice muttered against your skin as he started to taste the skin on your neck with the tip of his tongue, his nose bumping against your lower jaw. He could taste the perfumes paired with your body wash. His taste buds were met with bliss - you could feel the upper coating of his tongue switch its texture.
“..H.. Hee,” You sighed in lust.
Now the room wasn’t mute anymore. You felt his fingers gather up some of your dripping mess. Lewd, wet, and squelching sounds started coming from between your legs as his fingers twirled your soaked clit slower making you feel every single movement. He could feel your throbbing entrance, how much your body needed release but that day - those weren’t his intentions.
The next few minutes he constantly stimulated your clit with the right pressure, quickened twirls, and a slippery mess. You were gasping for air as his tongue was pulling on your skin and then smacking it between his teeth.
“I.. I can't—“You confessed, now Heeseung left a big hickey on the nape of your neck already visualizing its contrasting purple colour that will develop on your skin. He could feel your orgasm approaching in merely the next few seconds. It's some sort of heaven you found yourself in this extraordinary moment. Dominated by the fact that you did not know where to keep your focus - it was coming from multiple directions.
“I.. I’m so—“ Your moans were clear and repetitive by now, making Heeseung stop. He knew you were close. He drifted his hand away from your soaked warmth and bit his lower lip as he looked at you and your beautiful blushy face.
“Mm.. you don’t get to cum yet” he gazed down between your legs with a playful smirk. You figured out he had different plans. You felt the fright happening inside your abdomen from the edge that transmitted jolts through your bound legs.
He switched positions, grabbing onto your cuffed wrists for support and putting his entire weight there. He used his left hand to line up with your inviting and fluttering entrance
“You made me so fucking horny” Straightaway, Heeseung already started to thrust inside your soaked heat with such ease and at a slower pace so he could give you time to adjust. His entire length pushed inside making you flutter around his shaft. Your orgasm was withdrawn but he was already overstimulating you with the way he was handling you. Everything felt so right and incredible.
“M..mgh” your boyfriend let out a faint grunt, his eyes clutching for a second with his lips parted when he felt an unknown squeeze in your gummy walls. The edge made you so sensitive on the inside.
“F..Feels sso g..good’mh”
Quiet pleading whine escapes you as his thrusting was slamming all the spots making your eyes roll back. The bliss was so severe that you completely forgot that your arms were stinging, and there was no blood streaming through them due to how tightly the metal and leather of the cuffs were attaching around your wrists, which Heeseung kept shoving above your head with his intense grip too. Your thigh muscles are now numb from the consistent stretch, and your ankles are feeling the rough texture of the rope digging into the upper layers of your skin. You didn't know it would get better like this. This was unbelievable.
Heeseung was in a trance when he glanced down at you, seeing the pure pleasure you were submitting to, and then found your eyes filled with appetite. Those kinds of eyes were foreign. It was all he needed to release.
His breathing became heavier, and another faded grunt became known between his teeth as he felt your vaginal walls clutch the tightest they could.
“Ba.. Baby”
You let out a weak sob entirely from the daze you were in. Your chest was ascending constantly, your body so relaxed you could pass out from simply undiluted pleasure. You were right there, again. A second away from coming but your boyfriend… stopped in the proper beat - binding you to the point. You let out another silent sob that Heeseung completely ignored.
His breath froze. He let go of your wrists and his hand instantly shot downwards towards his member. He dragged it out and began to rub himself so he could release.
You watched, hole fluttering, lips pouting… your own orgasms disappearing again.
Warm vanilla coloured cum landed on your abdomen with a loud hiss from your boyfriend’s mouth. You yearned to scrape his back with your nails or run your fingers through his hair but this time you were sealed shut. From all the edging you were receiving, you also wanted the same - to orgasm. That was the second time he stopped it.
Heeseung’s eyes landed on yours, and unexpectedly the room became silent. Your body in a state of stillness turned him on. He liked to wait a minute or so until he could begin again. His cock loosened up directly, so all he could do was focus on his girlfriend, who was tied to the bed in the most eager manner ever. He worshiped it.
“Should I finally let my cute tiny princess, come?”
His deep voice fuelled the same fire inside of you that you always adored. You instantly nodded your head, wholly out of phrases. You couldn’t release any sound, your throat was dry, eye vision blurry.
Heeseung grinned and shifted his body out. He lowered his head to your swollen pussy and pushed out his tongue shoving lightly against your entrance. The connection made you shudder, which also made your arms lower slightly. The position covering half of your face. His eyes shot up. Voice evident and strict.
“Keep your arms above your head” Heeseung bit his lips when you attended instantaneously even though your muscles were vulnerable. He treasured the submission he had over you. So much control, so much devotion. He worked his mouth on your pussy. Nose tip nudging against you. He could feel how puffed and wrecked out you were after his cock. He could taste your mixed arousal from moments ago.
“M’hh—hee..”
You managed to let out a short moan, his name was never concealed. Constantly has to be there to let him know how much he satisfies you.
His tongue started to flap left and right at an ungodly fast pace. His saliva warms against your core, lips sucking your clit in place. The sound of you being feasted like this while your thighs quaver while also being tied drove you crazy. It was never like before. His tongue never ceased its speed leaving you completely frightened in a good way. Your orgasm was approaching and this time it felt sizzling inside you, your entrance constricted and your cries turned into loud whimpers. Your muscles felt painful, and your body was powerless to actually breathe. You retained your breath in your lungs and then… again. Heeseung stopped. For the third time. You were left breathless but no orgasm…
“I.. I thought you said—” you managed to voice out but his voice interrupted you.
“I can lie sometimes, princess” Heeseung soothed your inner thigh, letting the wave pass before he could start again. He watched you quiver, more arousal dripping in a heavy thick line out of your hole. Your pussy was soaped up, simply.
You glanced down and noticed how much he admired you this time, but with eyes that didn't scream “gentle Heeseung”. Not today.
“I c..—can’t feel.. m.. my legs” Your voice was dry and whiny. Your eyes are constantly watching his reaction to that. But he didn't even bother meeting your wrecked-out and begging state. A moment of silence fills the space between you two.
“You asked for it, didn't you..” Now his voice held so much dominance and strictness but that fueled all of your deprivations and desires. He didn't lack in anything. You liked to hear those words. You never knew he was capable of getting into such character. But how can you doubt Lee Heeseung?
He stopped caressing your inner thigh and slowly brought two thick fingers to your entrance. He slid them inside slowly, completely. Your breathing froze again. One single movement and you felt like you were gonna orgasm.
Heeseung took it slow. His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him. Your pussy is enduring and drenching his thick fingers so politely. He couldn't help but think about the next few seconds. He knew you were gonna orgasm really hard soon no matter how much he tried to edge you out. But he also couldn't help himself. He pushed his tongue out and stimulated your clit while fingering you.
Your spine arched so severely that a soft crack evaded beneath you, his left hand caught to hold you for some sort of relief while his tongue did not pause. In fact, it even huddled harder against your pussy for a moment while his fingers pumped inside you in a curl, stimulating your cervix.
“A--Aahh’y-yes—!!” You orgasmed for an extended time than you ever did. Heeseung was stunned, thoroughly. The room is pierced with your cries and shouts. He could feel his heart rate hesitate right there. Heeseung did not quit. He could feel your walls squeeze like a vice as 10 seconds passed while he was proceeding with milking you dry. After your orgasm, you almost passed out. He caressed your left thigh with his thumb and with his right hand, he gradually removed his fingers, a string attaching the tips of his fingers to your hole. His digits were halfway coated with white gloss. He sucked them dry and then sucked on your pussy one last time. He pulled back in a loud smack after he picked up and swallowed all of your flavored cum.
Package Deal
Ship: Best Friend!Heeseung x Reader x Enemy!Sunghoon
Description: For as long as you were going to be Heeseung’s best friend, you’d have to put up with his other best friend, Sunghoon, who absolutely despises you. Things only get more complicated after an incident that leads people to think you took the package deal.
Warnings: Threesome, Eiffel Tower, MxM action, Dom/BratTamer!Heeseung, Switch!Sunghoon, Oral (m&f receiving), Unproteced Sex, Squirting, Impact Play, Dacryphilia, Creampie, Cum Play, Edging, Overstimulation, Humiliation/Degradation, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Praise, Pussy Slapping, Multiple Orgasms, Sadomasochism, Dry Humping literally this is 90% smut barely any plot, terrible attempts at humor
Wordcount: 15k
A/N: Ahh sorry I keep making the reader not get along with Sunghoon lol. I just love best friends and enemies tropes, what can I say. I hope everyone enjoys this. I started writing it before March and found finishing it cathartic. I still plan to write Heeseung fics in the future and have him be included as a character in future Enhypen fics. You can find the BTS Jungkook & Taehyung version on my blog @littlemisskookie as Group Bonding!
When you first met Heeseung it was for your debate program in University. He was the only one who could match you with for wit, point for point, all within the allotted time and with brevity and well spoken analysis that you were in awe of. Surprisingly the two of you did not become rivals, the way high school you would've fantasized, having read way too much enemies to lovers fanfiction. No, instead you two actually became very good friends, building a friendship based on mutual respect, sticking together even after graduation.
Heeseung was practically perfect in every way except with one minute (major) flaw: his other best friend.
You and Park Sunghoon never really saw eye-to-eye; the moment you crossed paths with his childhood best friend, his original debate partner back in high school, you knew you had entered a battlefield.
It was a never ending fight between the two of you, always vying for Heeseung's affections. Sunghoon had always accused you of being a leech, just another sycophant who would reveal her true colors and nefarious intentions towards his best friend. Apparently they had known each other since childhood, and he had seen a million girls like you come and go. You, on the other hand, found Sunghoon to be an entitled, pompous brat whose rich family provided so much for him he had never been told the word no. He was so used to Heeseung being his and his alone that you had trouble picturing him sharing anything in his life. That was probably the real reason why girls didn't last long around Heeseung.
It didn't help that Heeseung was constantly trying to facilitate things between the two of you, arranging for the three of you to hang out despite both parties' protest.
"If you guys only got to know each other better, I'm sure you'd get along!"
"Won't you guys try, for me? C'mon, I've always pictured what things would be like, the three of us."
"You're both my best friends. Why would anyone choose just one?"
More times than you could count you were invited to hang out with Heeseung, only to find Sunghoon already be there. You tried to get along with the man, really, but it was nearly impossible. He was so possessive of Hee, constantly glaring at the two of you when Heeseung showed you any affection. He always had some snide comment to make about it afterwards, like just seeing you two so close made him want to throw up. You were positively sure at this point that the younger was in love with his best friend, but it was a working theory.
Regardless, anything you showed up to with Heeseung, you'd have to be ok with Sunghoon tagging along as well. Tonight's party was no exception, though you had lost track of the duo when you went to find a drink to drown your sorrows, and then had to do it again after seeing said sorrow to drink over.
You stumbled up the stairs with a heavy heart, downing most of your cup to replace one bitter taste in your mouth with another. To your surprise you see your best friend waiting in the hallway, no Sunghoon in sight, looking just as drunk as you based on the way he was slumped against the wall.
You walked up to him, back pressing against the wall as well, leaning your arm against his for support and also needing the comfort of his body heat against yours right now.
"Hey, where've ya been? I've been looking for you for the past ten minutes I feel," you pouted, taking another sip of the fruity concoction in your cup, the vodka starting to become less noticeable.
The moment Heeseung registered you he glowed, beaming with a goofy, drunk, genuine smile that made you feel safe.
"Hey, sorry! Hoon broke the seal, and I didn't want to lose more than one person in a single night," Heeseung chuckled, grabbing you arm and tucking it against his, pulling you in closer to his side. "How're you enjoying the party?"
You shrugged, unsure if you wanted to mention the sight downstairs you were currently running from. "It's fine, I guess."
"Yeah, I was thinking about the three of us ditching to go to that party on Brunswick, but none of us seem quite capable of driving just yet."
That put a damper on your hopes of Heeseung whisking you away from this place.
"I just remembered, I forgot to show you earlier today the new watch I got from Etsy!" Heeseung's glazed eyes lit up. "Look, it's called a serpent's watch."
Heeseung flashed the fancy accessory on his wrist, the nontraditional wristband being coils of metal that wrapped down his wrist, the clock shaped closer to an oval or diamond than a circle. It really was shaped liked a serpent.
You absentmindedly nodded, fingers brushing over the way the watch wrapped around Heeseung's wrist. Your mind kept drifting from Heeseung's forearms, however, and without sobriety to keep your mind where it should be, tears were soon falling from your eyes.
Hee noticed immediately.
"Hey hey, what's wrong?" Heeseung cupped your face in his hands, thumbs swiping under your eyes to wipe away at the tears. "It's a party, you should be happy-drunk, not sad-drunk."
Your lip trembled as you melted into Heeseung's touch. "It's Jake," you explained, a pout on your lips as you said the name. "Just saw him downstairs with some girl. I just wasn't expecting it to hit so hard, y'know?"
"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry." Heeseung wasn't the biggest fan of your ex, secretly (not so secretly) elated when the two of you broke up. You didn't share the same sentiments, very clearly heartbroken when Jake dumped you to have sex with other girls. Go figure. "It's natural to be upset."
"I just—" You sucked in a breath. "I want to be over it already, y'know? I'm so sick of being pathetic and still crying about it."
"It was only two months ago. I don't blame you."
"You should. You should be sick of me at this point, crying to you about this. God knows Sunghoon is." You blinked away the tears, slowly coming back down to Earth as you grounded yourself further against Heeseung. "I'm sick of me."
"I could never be sick of you, trust me. Jake doesn't know what he's missing out on. Any sane man would be on his knees for you if you so much as asked."
That earned a laugh out of you, effectively brightening your spirit a tiny bit. You sniffled, resting your forehead against Heeseung's shoulder, sighing as you composed yourself. "Thanks, Hee. I appreciate it. God, why can't more guys be like you? There's too many assholes like Jake and Sunghoon around."
Heeseung chuckled at that. "Hey, Hoon's not that bad."
"He is to me."
"You guys just need to work on getting closer, that's all. Find some shared interest or hobby or something. Anything you might like to do together."
You rolled your eyes a bit. "I don't think there's anything like that that doesn't involve violence."
"He likes you more than you think. He just doesn't realize it yet," Heeseung assured.
You heard a knock from inside the bathroom, Sunghoon's voice calling out. "Heeseung?"
"Speak of the devil," Heeseung grinned. He turned toward the door. "What is it?"
"Can you come in here real quick?"
Both you and Heeseung exchanged puzzled glances.
"Are you guys about to get up to some gay shit?" You whispered quietly. "I mean, it's hot, I guess. Am I supposed to keep watch?"
"Dunno yet. Let me see what he needs," Heeseung said, not even bothering to deny the homosexual allegations as he stepped inside the bathroom. Sunghoon was turned away from Heeseung, looking down and fidgeting with something. "Everything ok man?"
"Yes— I mean no— I mean... shit." Sunghoon turned around, letting Heeseung see his situation. Unfortunately for him, the zipper of his pants had gotten stuck onto his boxers and was refusing to budge. "It's stuck," Sunghoon stated the obvious. "I've been trying to get it loose for like, five minutes now."
"Whoo boy, let's see what we're dealing with." Heeseung gave the zipper an experimental tug upwards. Sunghoon wasn't used to having Heeseung's hands so close to his genitalia, but he supposed it was a testimony to how close they were.
Sunghoon leaned against the sink, ears tinged pink with embarrassment as Heeseung yanked at the zipper with reasonable force.
"Hey, watch it man! I don't need you zipping up my balls, too," Sunghoon freaked.
"Relax, it's not— Jesus Christ, this thing really isn't budging," Heeseung hissed, hands starting to become sweaty with his efforts.
Sunghoon's eyes widened. He buried his face in his hands, feeling how hot his cheeks were already getting "Fuck. Fuck, man, what am I gonna do? I can't go out there with my fly like this!"
"I'd be more worried about the fact you spent, like, 500 bucks on these pants." If Heeseung used too much force on this he was at risk of breaking it beyond repair, and he really couldn't afford repairs for Prada the way Sunghoon could.
"Dude, I literally want to die right now." Sunghoon prayed everybody would be drunker than he was, at least enough where he could make a speedy exit without anyone noticing his problem.
"Wait!" Heeseung's head shot up, as though a brilliant idea came to him. "I know someone who's great with zippers!"
Sunghoon's thick brows furrowed, and all he could think about was lightning somehow shooting into the house and striking him down mercifully. "What? Wait—"
"Y/N! Get in here, we need your help!" Heeseung swung open the bathroom door, dragging you inside without preamble or Sunghoon's approval.
You grumbled, eyes narrowed with confusion. "Do I need to aim for you guys or...?"
"No! Hoon's got a bit of a..." Heeseung's eyes flicked down towards his friend's crotch. "...situation."
Your eyebrows jumped this time. "He has a boner?"
"No!" Now it was Sunghoon's turn to interject. He felt like he could die of embarrassment then and there, having to humiliate himself in front of you of all people. "My zipper is stuck."
"Aw, guess that Prada label doesn't guarantee quality after all, does it?" You jutted your lip out in a fake pout, taking your opportunity to jab at him. You were still suffering from the sting of seeing your ex, and Sunghoon was the best target you could ask for tonight. This was just too perfect.
"Hey, be nice," Heeseung scolded. "Will you help?"
"Maybe..." You tapped your cup against your chin, pondering. "If he begs."
"What?!" Sunghoon was shocked by your sheer audacity.
You shrugged, fighting (and failing) to keep the corner of your mouth from quirking up into a smirk. "If you want me to help, you have to say please. It's only polite."
"Oh my god, you're such a bitch—"
"That's not very nice."
"Nice? I can—"
"Guys, stop!" Heeseung interrupted the both of your squabbling, not wanting to be cramped in a bathroom with the two of you shouting in his ear. "Just say please, Hoon."
Sunghoon's eyes practically bulged out of his sockets when he heard Heeseung taking your side. You stuck your tongue out at him like a child, triumphant.
He gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw as he muttered the words. "Will you please help me with my zipper? Please?"
You looked so cheeky and smug, putting your cup down on the sink. Sunghoon suddenly had the urge to bite you. "Well, since you sound so pathetic."
You reached for the zipper, and Sunghoon hissed to resist the urge of slapping your hands away out of annoyance. "I'm gonna get you back for this, I swear..."
"That's not how you say thank you to a favor, Hoonie," you teased, your fingers twiddling with the metal as you tried to yank it up.
"We both know you aren't doing this as a favor." Fuck, you were so close to him. He could smell both the perfume you wore and the alcohol you drank. Now he had to worry about the friction your jerky little tugs were causing.
"Aw, look at you guys getting along," Heeseung smiled, reaching up to pat your head. "I told ya, you just needed to bond a little."
"We are not bonding— ow!" You tried to turn your head to face him, but something caught in your hair. You tried to move again, only realizing that Heeseung's fancy watch was now tangled in it.
"Sorry!" Heeseung apologized, trying to move his hand back but tugging your head along with it, making you howl. "Oh, sorry again!"
"Stop moving!" You reached one hand back to reach for his wrist, trying to pull a few strands away to get loose.
"Can you get lower? It's hard for me to untangle myself at this angle."
"Fuck!" The hand still on Sunghoon's zipper yanked on it in frustration, the tug doing nothing to free it.
"My hand's getting tired up here, it'll be quicker!" Heeseung whined petulantly.
You rolled your eyes and reluctantly sank onto your knees, the cold tile biting against your skin. You were now staring up at Sunghoon, who found the view a lot hotter than he cared to admit.
But he did say he was going to get back at you.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Look at you. Can't believe you're on your knees in a bathroom for me."
You scowled. "It's not for you."
"Right. You're on a dirty bathroom floor for me and Heeseung." Sunghoon snickered at your glare, soaking in your scowl.
You reached up for his zipper with both hands, tugging it back down in another attempt, your other hand gripping onto fabric to pull it out. "You really shouldn't piss off the one with a zipper to your balls."
"That's if you can do your job correctly down there."
"Oh, you can fuck right off— Oh fuck, Hee!" Your head jerked back again slightly, and your eyes scrunched as you winced in pain.
"Sorry!" Heeseung apologized again, patting your head with the unadorned hand. "It's almost out, just a little longer."
"Fuck!" You gripped onto Sunghoon's pants tighter, pulling him closer to you as you jerked the zipper more, feeling some leeway.
Sunghoon grappled onto the sink counter, trying not to fall against you or get hard, his footing unsteady as you tugged his pants closer to your face. If he wasn't careful you were going to end up with his dick print against your cheek. The sound of your little whine made popping a boner nearly impossible. It was difficult too with the sight of you frustrated and on your knees between the two of them, tiny hands scrambling with his zipper, and his mind was going to places they really shouldn't.
Your hand was moving the zipper up and down, desperately trying to get it loose, the tiny bit of fabric bunched beneath slowly giving way. You fisted at the fabric next to it, trying to pull it in the opposite direction so it would give.
"Fuck, I think I'm close," you muttered quietly to yourself, not even realizing how you sounded.
Fuck. Fuck Sunghoon needed to get his zipper fixed now because any second now he was going to get obviously hard, and there'd be absolutely no way of hiding it from you or Heeseung.
"I-I think I might—"
"Shut up, I'm almost there!" Of course you'd be fucking stubborn when you put your mind to something.
"Me too!" His best friend innocently commented, eyes glued on his watch. Heeseung seemed oblivious to Sunghoon's panic, just as focused as you when it came to the task at hand.
You tugged one more time, the slide finally becoming easier and the zipper making its way successfully to the very bottom, no fabric stuck. "Finally!"
Heeseung managed to free his watch with your hair still intact, though it was a mess from the tangles and pulling from prior. "Yes!" He rolled his wrist with satisfaction, his other, unadorned hand now combing through your mess of hair in attempt to smoothe it. "See, that wasn't too bad."
Sunghoon felt entirely too suffocated, and for the first time in his life he was desperately wanting a woman off her knees. "For you," he huffed, feeling hotter by the minute.
It was just then that the bathroom door, which you neglected to lock behind you, swung open.
The three of you must've been a sight: your hands up near Sunghoon's crotch while you were on your knees, Sunghoon's pants unzipped, your hair a tangled mess and makeup slightly smudged from crying. Sunghoon and Heeseung were also incriminating, both sweating a little from their frustration, breathing heavy from their intense focus on very different missions.
Heeseung looked like a deer in headlights as he turned back toward the people in the doorway, the appearance of the situation seemingly dawning on him.
"Um... I know this is super cliché but... this isn't what it looks like."
—
So everybody thinks you had a threesome in the bathroom with the two hottest guys on campus.
That's just great.
It's not like anyone's dick was even out or anything. Sure, you could see how it'd look like you guys were about to have a threesome, but that's a huge difference! Instead, you were getting bombarded left and right with people you've never even met, asking you what happened, what they were like, who was better, who was bigger. They heard some of the things that were being said, you couldn't fool them. The dialogue alone was incriminating. When you told them the truth they never believed you, some giving you a cheeky smile saying, Fine, keep your secrets.
You were starting to think you might as well have with how many people were convinced.
The mere idea of it was crazy. You, having a threesome with your best friend... and his best friend. Who you hated.
Still, your mind kept drifting back to the image of him looking down at you, so pissed, so on edge. You were lucky he seemed so panicked about the zipper that he didn't notice you pressing your thighs together.
You were a horny drunk, you could admit that much. You just didn't imagine you'd be getting horny for Sunghoon of all people.
Or Heeseung.
You thought of the way Hee's fingers carded through your hair, the assuring pat on your head and the way he cradled your face when you were crying. You thought about how he looked from above as well that night, brows furrowed in concentration, biting down on his lip.
Fuck. You can't be thinking of this. It was just a drunken misunderstanding.
You need to stop thinking about fucking your best friend and his best friend. End of story.
There was no way that was ever happening. Sunghoon hated your guts the same way you hated his, and Heeseung was always oblivious to everything.
You just had to pretend that none of it was bothering you.
That's why you were loud as hell as you barged your way into Heeseung's apartment, holding your copy of his key between your fingers.
"Hee! I'm here!" you called, just in case Sunghoon was inside and you were unwittingly put into a trap with him. You stumbled your way into the living room, where Heeseung sat on his huge ass sofa, solo. "No Hoon today?"
"Nah, he's not going to be out of class for another hour at least. I'm all yours 'til then." He was so cocky with it, crossing his fingers behind his head and leaning back, giving a mischievous grin.
"Lucky me," you chuckled, kicking off your shoes to join him.
With an early start to wine and enough time to get you tipsy, your conversation with Heeseung had delved into the topic no one, you especially now, could take off their minds: threesomes.
At first it started with the two of you laughing over how ridiculous the rumor spreading about the three of you was.
"So, I'm guessing you heard the rumors too?"
"Which one? The one about the dean having the same dealer as us, or the one that Sigma Ki has a cuck hazing ritual?"
You lightly shoved at your friend, rolling your eyes. "You know the one."
Heeseung laughed at your annoyance, positively beaming. "Oh, you mean the one about you, me, and Hoon fucking each other in the bathroom? I may have heard about it."
How crazy that'd be. How stupid everyone was for automatically believing it. Then it continued, getting a bit deeper. You were currently ranting about how the concept of it in the general public, and what was deemed as more "acceptable" was two girls with one guy. It had only become a recent phenomenon of a girl getting to have two guys at the same time, the riskiest it was willing to go before still forcing her to choose one of the two. Meanwhile men's fantasies included harems and two women and expectations for girls that had been ingrained in the misogynistic society you were subjected to today.
"I mean, let's be soooo for real," you droned, the alcohol in your system making you bolder with your opinions. "Threesomes with two guys and one girl don't happen in real life. It's just a porn fantasy, and not one that gets delivered enough anyways because visual porn is much more catered to the male gaze. God forbid a woman's the center of attention."
"I'm sure those threesomes happen more often than you think, you know."
"Think about all the threesomes you know of, with real people you know, and measure out how many of those were two girls and how many were two guys. Those specific pairings. Go."
Heeseung pondered for a moment, giving it some thought. "So it's a bit... imbalanced."
"Guys have it so easy!" You whined, sinking into the couch cushions, crossing your arms with a huff. "Girls are constantly expected to be gay with their girl friends. If a girl isn't down to have a threesome with another girl, she's seen as boring. That's why so many of those Tinder couples are looking for a girl. And it's all catered towards the guy. Hell, if I were with another naked chick, the guy definitely wouldn't be getting all the attention. It's like rowboating with a heavy ass robot in the middle. Sure, hypothetically you can get the job done, but overall it'd just be best if the useless piece of junk were out of the picture."
Heeseung cackled at your comment, shaking his head. "You have the strangest way of describing things."
"I'm pretty sure I heard it from some comedian." You waved aside the thought. "Meanwhile, if you ask a guy to have a threesome with his bestie, he'd look at you like you have two heads! It only exists in porn, not real life," you rambled on.
"I'm still sure it happens in real life more often than you'd think."
"No, I doubt that. That's why it's so silly that everyone's so gullible. Guys are always going on about how it'd be gay to have a threesome with another man, but it's just as hot for the girl as it is for the guy in the switched scenarios," you pointed out. "Why else would girls be reading yaoi or reading gay fanfiction when they themselves are not gay men? Get turned on when they kiss?"
"I don't know. Some guys aren't as insecure in their masculinity as you think."
"Oh yeah? Like who?"
"Me."
You scoffed. "You? Yeah right."
"I don't think I'd mind," he shrugged, as though it were the most casual thing in the world.
"Oh really? So if a woman asked if you and your best friend— if you and Sunghoon, were down to fuck her, you'd do it?" Surely Heeseung was just blowing smoke out of his ass. Your sweet Hee? No way. The mere concept of him and Sunghoon actually sharing a girl was enough to give anyone a nosebleed. Like Sunghoon would be capable of sharing in general.
Heeseung stared at the ceiling, as though thinking about it. "Depends on the woman."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I wouldn't sleep with just any woman, first of all, my best friend included or not."
"Fair point." You thought about it for a moment. "Imagine, like, the hottest girl you've ever seen, then. You'd be down to fuck her no matter what."
Heeseung looked at you with a half-lidded gaze, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek. "Is she as hot as you?"
You rolled your eyes at his typical sleazy compliments, brushing it off with ease. He sometimes unintentionally flirted with you like this, riled you up, reminded you of what you couldn't have. At least, definitely not with Sunghoon in the way. It was always innocent banter, some light teasing, like he doesn't know what it does to you. You wonder if he was truly oblivious or if he was just really good at pretending as a way to watch you squirm. "I forget, this whole thing's easy to you. You forget the rest of us plebeians have trouble even getting one person to want us, let alone two. You could probably pick three for one night, easy." You ruffled his hair, pushing his head to the side. "Not all of us look like we could be on the cover of Vogue, you know."
Heeseung pulled you in closer, arm looping around your waist until your thighs were pressing against one another's. "You're hot and you know it."
"Yeah, but I'm not on like, you or Sunghoon's level," you snorted. Hate Sunghoon all you want, you couldn't deny the man creeped into the edges of your mind when you were getting off to the thought of his doe-eyed best friend. How you got to know two such gorgeous men, even in this sense, was beyond you.
"You're prettier than both of us. Sunghoon would agree." Heeseung leaned in and nosed your neck affectionately, and half of you expected Sunghoon to walk in any minute and scold you two for defiling the couch, even though the gesture was surely done with the purest of intentions.
"Doubt that," you chuckled. "I know I'm sorta pretty—"
"Definitely pretty."
"Definitely pretty," you corrected yourself. "But I have no doubt that I get weird stares when the three of us are in public, and people who don't know us wonder how I was able to pull that off."
Heeseung cocked his head to the side, studying your reaction, assessing your words and narrowing his eyes as though he wanted to argue. Slowly, his gaze drifted further down your face, lingering on your lips. "Ask me the question again."
"What question?" You forgot it already.
"Ask if me and my best friend would be down to fuck you."
Immediately your heart jumped. Your cheeks burned at his clarification, and you squirmed in your seat. "I don't think I phrased it like that!" You couldn't help but feel exposed, even though he misread your question entirely.
"It is now." He leaned in closer, invading your space. You instinctively tried to sink further into the couch. Heeseung stopped his face a few inches from yours, arm hooking over the back of the couch behind you, impossible to ignore, waiting on your answer. He nudged at your chin with his fingers to get you to look at him properly, the way his eyes glittered being far too mischevious for your comfort. "Ask it."
You wanted to tell him to fuck off and quit playing with you, but you were also determined to hide how affected you were. This was so unlike him. Typically he was a clueless dolt, adoring, sweet, not this. The last thing you wanted Heeseung to know was how accurately he was now seeing you now. Did he always? Was he just pretending like he didn't know all this time? You didn't want him to see how excited you were getting by some hypoethical question that could never happen for two very big, very handsome reasons.
But this is Heeseung you're talking about. There was a very real possibility he was just bluffing to get a reaction out of you. You were used to him pulling shit out of his ass to make some contrived point.
"Fine." You squared your shoulders, looking Heeseung in the eye. "Would you want to fuck me with Sunghoon?"
There's something that seemed to go dark inside his eyes, his face serious. "Yes."
You couldn't prevent the immediate small exhale of your nose, shaking your head and breaking eye contact. "You're so full of shit. Anything to prove your point and win an argument, huh?" He was exactly the same back in debate, go figure.
You were about to push him aside when you felt a hand on your knee. You stared up at him in surprise, his face still deadly serious.
"I mean it."
His thumb did a small brush against the side of your leg, and it was enough to make your knee jump beneath his palm. Your heartbeat raced, and you're suddenly left shy, as though this weren't your best friend Heeseung.
"I... That still doesn't prove my point!" Your brain was now melting away, and you're scrambling for whatever solid parts were left to form words. Heeseung was saying he wanted to fuck you. With Sunghoon. What kind of sick joke was the universe playing with you? "The likelihood of one guy agreeing to that in the first place is super low, much less two."
"Sunghoon would say yes, too."
You looked at Heeseung as though he were crazy. "Are we talking about the same Sunghoon?"
"Yes."
"Bullshit." You couldn't help but relax a little, reminding yourself of the impossibility, especially where Sunghoon was involved. "He hates me."
"He doesn't hate you," Heeseung insisted.
"He does, too." Your confidence was slowly returning, and for a moment you pay no mind to Heeseung's hand on your knee, your mind now tuning back into debate-mode. "And I know for a fact he'd think you're crazy for even asking and say no."
"He wouldn't. I saw how he was looking at you in the bathroom."
You swore your heart stopped then and there. "You're bluffing."
Heeseung grinned, and you could practically see the devil horns starting to grow. Perhaps the angel act really was a disguise. "Wanna bet?"
"What on?"
His smile deepened. "If he says no, we forget this whole thing happened. Hell, I'll take you out to that trendy little coffee place you love so much. You win."
The unasked questioned stands in the air before you take the plunge. "And if I lose?"
His eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment, barely long enough for you to catch. "Guess."
You sucked in a breath at that. The thing about Heeseung was that he could never truly be trusted for when he was bluffing and making shit up or when he was saying fact. It was one of those things that made beating him in the moment, with all his deceit and bravado, even more special.
So that's why you found the courage to say: "Call him."
Heeseung didn't even break eye contact with you, whipping out his phone from his back pocket and ringing up Sunghoon, turning it on speaker so it was loud enough for both of you to hear.
When the first dial rang you started to have second thoughts.
When the second dial rang you started to think about how Sunghoon would believe you were a total freak for wanting this, for wanting to be shared by Heeseung and him of all people, and you'd be ready to die on the spot when you next saw him.
When the third dial rang, you started to believe you were being overdramatic, and that it'd go to voicemail and you and Heeseung could have a big laugh and forget the whole thing ever happened. Maybe make it an inside joke between the two of you. What if he had picked up?
And then he picked up.
You were ready to scream when his deep voice came out of the speaker. "Yo."
"Yo, man, what you up to?" Heeseung sounded so casual, and he only smiled when he saw your look of worry and shock as you mouthed at him to hang up.
Heeseung was so close to you that you could hear everything on Sunghoon's end without the phone even being on speaker. "Just got out of class. What's up?"
"Wanted to know if you're free to come over."
"Sure dude. What're you wanting to do?"
Heeseung's eyes locked with yours, his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Y/N."
There's a moment of silence on the line, and you wondered for a moment if Sunghoon hung up at the mere mention of your name.
Finally, he spoke.
"Tonight?" He didn't ask any further questions about what Heeseung means by that. He didn't sound shocked, only mildly curious. Amused. Not even repulsed the way you were anticipating.
"More like now." Heeseung was clearly loving watching you squirm, seeing you panic at the audacity he had to go through with the stupid bet. "How soon can you get here?"
He said it. He actually said it.
There's some noise on the receiver, but Sunghoon sounded calm. "She asked for this?"
"Directly," Heeseung confirmed. "Explicitly, in fact."
Your cheeks burned further with humiliation. There was silence again. "Is she there?"
Heeseung held out the phone, turning down the volume a bit, tilting his head as though with mock pity. Now whatever answer Sunghoon had to give would be right against your ear. "He wants to talk to you."
Your mouth is suddenly dry as he passed you the phone, and you licked your lips as though that'll do any good. "I'm— I'm here."
"Did you really ask for me and Heeseung to fuck you?"
The words almost felt like a caress in your ear, but you're sure you're mistaking a disgusted scowl as a purr of lust. Your mind clearly couldn't be trusted tonight.
You looked back at Heeseung, still close enough for him to pick up on what's being said. You realized you have a chance to deny it all, pretend it was a joke gone too far, a prank. Heeseung would be true to his word, pretend it never happened.
And then your mind raced with everything that could happen.
God, this could be such a bad idea...
"I did."
There was a pause on Sunghoon's end, and it felt as though everyone in the room was soaking in your small confession, like you were in a booth with a priest at church all over again.
"I'll be there in 30."
Sunghoon hung up, the line going dead.
Your head felt as though it were filled with static, absorbing what had just happened.
Heeseung, however, wasted no time, immediately throwing his phone away and focusing all of his attention on you.
You could barely wrap your head around the situation, still trying to comprehend multiple facts at once. Heeseung wanted to fuck you. Sunghoon wanted to fuck you. Heeseung and Sunghoon were both going to fuck you. Now. At the same time.
You rapidly blinked, not even noticing the fact that Heeseung was drawing in closer, crowding your space more than ever.
"Is this—ha, I mean, well— is this for real? This can't be real." You absentmindedly shook your head, as though trying to wake yourself up from a dream.
"It's real." Heeseung's eyes were intense, staring at you in a whole new light now, one you couldn't help but tremble under. "It's happening."
"But— This can't—"
"Yes, it can."
"No, you're just fucking with me with another one of your silly pranks. Was this planned?" You laughed, knowing the idea would be so Heeseung. If they were secretly recording this there's no doubt the look on your face is priceless. You'd kill him if he posted it. "Funny. Fun one. You got me."
"Y/N." He grabbed your wrists, pulling you in so your chest was against his, staring you in the eye. "Sunghoon's going to be here in half an hour."
You stilled in his hold, gulping at his words as you slowly comprehended the truth of them.
"So you're all mine until he gets here."
That made your heart stop.
You were barely able to make out words.
"I... you don't..."
"I do." Heeseung emphasized. "Do you?"
Your mind felt as though it fully shut down, the only thought in your brain being how Heeseung's lips are closer than ever. "What?"
Heeseung didn't get impatient with you, instead being very understanding of the fact that he already turned you brainless without even really touching you. He moved a centimeter closer, his lips barely brushing against yours, like the particles that made up both of you were just passing by. "Do you want this?"
Your mind was in static mode again as Heeseung pulled one of your hands up to his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat against your palm.
"You want me and Hoonie?" Heeseung questioned further, clarifying. "I think we both made it very clear we want you."
Never in your life had you guessed your best friend would say that. You slowly came to terms that this very much wasn't a dream, and that Heeseung was actually saying this to you. "You want me?"
"I'll want you any way I can have you," Heeseung emphasized, a soft smile on his face. "Even with Hoon."
"I... I can't believe you'd both..."
"Hoon understands," he said, moving his lips closer to your pulse point below your ear. "He's wanted this longer than you'd think." His breath tickled your neck, and you shivered. "I'm more curious about how long you've wanted this."
You shuddered and found yourself pulling him closer, wanting to feel more than just his lips lightly brushing against you, teasing you when Sunghoon could be here in less than half an hour. How long had he known? Had he always been observant, and you just projected some oblivious facade onto him?
"You mean longer than the bathroom?"
Heeseung's gaze drifted down to your lips. "Did you?"
"I... maybe." You wanted to be flirtier, more enticing, but you were still somewhat in shock due to recent revelations. You were too stunned to even try to act sexy right now. "I feel like I'm suddenly discovering new things about you."
"There's a lot of things you're about to figure out. Just ask."
"How is it you know what I want?"
"Because, I know exactly how you feel about me," he purred in your ear, moving a lock of hair behind it. You held your breath when you felt the tip of his nose along your neck, so close, raising goosebumps. "I always have..." He dipped his head lower, pressing a small, soft kiss at the center of your neck. "I know how you feel about Sunghoon, too."
You knew there was no way he could miss the way you gulped at that.
"Constantly fighting with him, building up so much frustration... you wanna know he'd take it out on you, don't you?" He pressed his lips again at the base of your throat, sucking softly, whispering the dirty secret into your skin. "Wanna know how I'd tell him to do it?"
"Fuck." You couldn't deny the wave of heat that flooded to your core with his words.
He chuckled, watching you fight back against the urge of curling in on yourself with how aroused you were. His hands gripped your waist tighter as he slowly got off the couch to move in front of you, lips ghosting over the center of your ribcage as he traveled down your body. "Want me to show you?"
"Where's all t-this coming from?" You breathlessly smiled, still trying to grasp the fact that this was all real, and not a serious maladaptive daydreaming episode. Heeseung was always so sweet, so respectful. How were you supposed to predict this side of him?
"From you telling me you want my best friend and I to fuck you," he hissed, giving a small nip now just to have you feel the sting of his teeth on your skin instead.
"You m-made me say it!"
"Yeah? I'll make you beg for it too." He rose up to your face, brushing your hair out of the way so he could look into your eyes properly. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl."
His hand slid up to your neck, not tight, but present, like he wanted to measure your heartbeat himself to make sure you wouldn't lie to him.
You licked your lips, trying to swallow down your doubts of courage. The feeling of being so vulnerable to him in this context was baffling.
"I want for both you and Sunghoon to fuck me. Happy?" You managed to spit out the words, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Heeseung let out a wicked grin, whistling at your attitude. "Oh? Talk back, don't we? Yeah, Hoonie will fucking love you."
He finally pressed his lips against yours, hand sliding up to the base of your head , fingers tangling into your roots and keeping you locked in place as he devoured you, making sure your head wouldn't hurt from being pressed against the back of the couch. He wasn't tender or sweet, the way you probably would've predicted and fantasized about when you first met him, and the small budding crush you had on his cute features hadn't warped into something darker, more lustful. No, he was sure of his movements, kissing you with purpose, actions deliberate as he moved with noticeable skill that could only come from practice. His tongue slid against yours with an ease that made your knees weak.
Heeseung was infuriatingly good at kissing you. You supposed it was to be expected, with how much action he probably saw, face like that and all, but still. He had this way of kissing you that made the rest of the world disappear, with only his hands on your face and his lips on yours to ground you.
You eyes were fluttering shut, and soon you were both moving in tandem, finding a tune that only you two knew. The soft sounds of his lips smacking against yours filled the room, and the grip he had on your roots, pulling your hair properly this time, was driving you crazy.
"Please," you gasped the word into his mouth. He groaned and kissed you some more, his hand tightening as he pressed you further against him. You gripped onto his shirt, the taste of him so irresistible you forgot completely that he was your best friend, and you shouldn't be doing what you're about to with his best friend too.
You subconsciously spread your legs, drawing Heeseung in so you could grind your core against his.
He chuckled into your mouth, one hand moving down to your hip to pin you down and deny you. "Needy little thing, aren't you? We're just getting started. Let me take my time with you."
You wanted to scream at him that you two didn't exactly have time, but found your brain back to mush the moment he began kissing you again, lowering his hips to yours to slowly press his heat against you. His hand stayed on your hip, halting movement from you so that he could control the gradual pace, teasing and torturous as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. It felt so good to be pinned beneath him already, in his arms, like you two were made to fit together.
You moaned against his lips when the fabric of his jeans hit your clit in a particularly delicious fashion. He growled in response, hand cupping your chin better to angle your face a little more to the side, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in, letting it coax your lips along with his. He licked his way into your mouth, greedily swallowing more of your moans as the hand on your hip drifted down to your thigh, hitching it over his own hip to grind more securely against you.
He rolled his hips, pressing you further against the couch as you felt him get harder against you, his hand tightening against your thigh as he tried to pull you impossibly closer to him.
"So fucking good," he rasped against your lips, mind spinning at all the soft, weak little sounds that escaped you. "Can't believe I finally get to have you like this."
You kissed him harder, hands pressed against his face, wanting to memorize the feeling of his cheekbones against your fingertips. You gripped onto his hair, his shirt, anywhere you could reach, try to rock back against his hips and fully feel the bulge pressed against your pussy.
"Fuck, Heeseung..."
"Mmf, say that again." He bit your lip before pulling back.
He pressed up at an angle that hit the sweet spot against your clit, and you had no choice but to obey. "Heeseung!"
"Shit, you sound so whiny." He buried his head into the crook of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin just to hear another pathetic sound leave your mouth. He sucked hard, and you knew it'd leave a mark. "Hoon's gonna lose his mind," he groaned into you.
You threw your head back, your hips quickening against him. "Hee, please, do something."
He snarled at your impatience, nipping at your neck again in punishment before smacking your thigh. "Be patient," he grit, blunt nails raking over where he slapped you. "You're mine right now, remember?"
You nodded, a shiver running up your spine as his fingers trailed further down your leg before going back up higher and higher, ghosting over the fabric of your underwear.
His thumb brushed over the lace of your panties, and he bit his lip in anticipation. "Shit, I don't think you even know what's coming."
You canted your hips to receive more of his touch. "M-Meaning?"
"Meaning I need to start getting you ready for when Hoon arrives," Hee said. He pulled on the waistband, dragging them down your legs and discarding them to the floor. "I need to make sure you're wet enough for both of us."
Hearing your best friend talk so dirty was enough to send your mind into a tizzy. You grabbed his hand and pressed him right against your sex, eager to not waste time and see how much he can offer you in twenty minutes. Heeseung took the hint, fingers sliding up and down, getting a feel for the glide and slick you've already produced.
"Shit, you're so wet already," Heeseung said in awe, lips parted as he admired the shine on his fingers from you. "Are you excited?"
"O-Obviously." You were barely able to contain the whine when he slides a digit inside, curling it up to search for your g-spot. "It's not every day a girl gets propositioned by a hot guy, let alone two."
He quirked a brow. "Oh? You think we're hot?"
Your cheeks shouldn't burn this much from stating the obvious. "I mean... you're not bad to look at. Don't let it get to your head."
Heeseung's grin only widened. "And Sunghoon?"
You glanced away, squirming a bit as you felt him find the sweet spot inside of you. "He's f-fine I guess."
"Look at you, getting so flustered," Heeseung cooed, bending down to peck at the flush in your cheeks. "You can admit you want him, baby. It's ok."
Hearing your best friend call you "baby" in this context was something else entirely. Before it always felt so casual, something you couldn't read into. Now he was saying it like you were his. Suddenly your hips were bucking against his hand more, your body beginning to take control of your mind.
He was speeding up, and your mind was steadily beginning to melt. "I-I—"
You felt more pressure build up as Heeseung slid in another finger, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy starting to get louder.
"You can tell him when he gets here," Heeseung whispered against your lips, wanting a front row seat to all of your pathetic whimpers and moans while they were still just for him. "He'll be thrilled."
Another whine escaped your lips from Heeseung's ministrations.
"Fuck, why are you so good at this?" You muttered half to yourself, in disbelief that Heeseung was already making you feel better within five minutes than your ex did in five months.
He sucked against your neck, purposefully marking you, humming against the skin as he sloppily thrust his fingers inside. "Mm, you're just easy to ruin. You can't even hide how turned on you are."
You felt heat pool down into your abdomen, your tells showing. "Hee, I'm getting close."
To your dismay he pulled his fingers out of you, giving the side of your neck sweet kisses in apology. "Not yet. You'll need to wait."
He swallowed your whine of frustration, cradling your face in his hands and kissing you, the glide of his tongue against yours somewhat distracting you from the ache left between your legs. His kiss was wet, using just enough tongue for it to feel filthy, making sure you memorized the way he tasted.
Once your orgasm had surely died down he kissed his way down your jaw and your chest, getting on his knees, face all the way down to your now neglected pussy. He sighed with content when he saw how needy and wound up you already were, your body begging him to break it in properly. He couldn't help himself, giving your sex a sweet kiss as well, mouth trapping your clit and giving it the attention it was so desperate for.
Your back arched off the couch as Heeseung began eating you out, the wet muscle traveling between your folds and lapping at all you had to offer, his jaw widening so he could feel more of you. He moaned, and the vibrations made you buck against his mouth. He pinned you down firmly, throwing an arm over your hips, sucking on your clit reverently. Burying your hand in his hair, you let yourself get lost in the pleasure, his tongue dragging along you.
You looked down at him, his lashes long, kissing the apples of his cheeks as he focused on your taste, your breathy whimpers, the way your thighs twitched next to his head when he focused his tongue on the spot right beneath your clit.
"Fu-uck," you moaned, your nails scratching against his scalp as he got you close to the edge again. "Feels so good, Hee."
He moaned into you again in response, making you dig your heels into his back.
Pleasure pooled down to your abdomen, and you felt your abs begin to tighten. Before you could even think about hiding your orgasm from Heeseung, he's pulling away, making you shiver with the cold air against your hitting your bare cunt.
"No!" You whined, losing your grip on his hair as he rose up, rubbing your thighs in apology as he planted his lips to yours, replacing your complaints with the taste of yourself. His hand came up to your throat, not tight, but enough pressure for you to want to lean into it.
Heeseung didn't stop kissing you until your protests died and your muscles relaxed again, and you were just a desperate, breathless mess beneath him.
When he finally let you have air, your eyes were glossy with the second lost orgasm. You slumped over and laid on the couch, panting with tear-brimmed eyes, frustrated beyond belief.
Heeseung gave an apologetic look, like if it were up to him, you'd be cumming your brains out by now.
"Poor baby." He pouted along with you, hand traveling down to gently caress at your folds, spreading them between his fingers and feeling how wet and denied you were. "Bet it hurts so bad, doesn't it?"
You nodded, squirming under his touch, wanting so badly to cum against his fingers.
He didn't give you hope yet, though, sliding his hand up to your lower belly. "It'll feel better soon," he promised, slowly pushing down and applying more pressure. "It'll feel really good once me and Hoon are right here."
You gasped, biting your lip at the thought of them that deep inside you.
As if on cue, the front door opened, revealing a panting Park Sunghoon.
"That couldn't have been thirty minutes," Heeseung laughed, rolling off you as Sunghoon strolled closer to you two, his eyes devouring the sight of you teary eyed, cunt exposed and swollen, ready to be taken. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily, nostrils flaring as he stared at you with hooded eyes. The lust was palpable, every muscle in his body appearing tight, tense at seeing you so vulnerable already. Heeseung moved behind you, propping you up so your back was against his chest, adding to Sunghoon's view.
"I may have sped a little," Sunghoon admitted, biting his lower lip. His eyes never left you, as though he were transfixed. "And used the stairs instead of the elevator."
Heeseung squeezed your face, grinning down at you, like he understood Sunghoon's obsession unquestionably. "Hear that baby? You're not the only desperate one."
Your eyes locked with Sunghoon, whose gaze was intense and made it impossible for you to look away.
Sunghoon cautiously raised a hand to your knee, slowly tracing upward as you shivered under his touch. "Has she cum yet?"
"Not yet. I've been edging her. Figured you wouldn't want to miss it." Heeseung moved your hair to the side to kiss your neck, pulling one of your thighs to the side to open you up more for Sunghoon. "She does this cute little whine whenever she's close."
Your cheeks flushed, and your thighs twitched in response. "J-Just hurry up and fucking touch me already."
Sunghoon bit the inside of his cheek, and before you knew it he landed a sharp slap right against your cunt.
"Fuck!" Your back arched, your hips bucking until Sunghoon roughly slammed them back down, planting another smack against your swollen folds.
"Is that how we ask for things?"
"It's how I—fuck!" You couldn't hold back the pornographic moan that tumbled out of your lips as Sunghoon did it again, though this time rubbing your clit after, as though to blur the pain into pleasure.
"Such a mouth on you still." Sunghoon clicked his tongue, as though disappointed. "Heeseung didn't teach you manners while I was on my way?"
"We didn't have much time for our lesson," Heeseung excused, pulling your shirt further up your torso to run his hand over your exposed skin, his touch gentle in contrast to Sunghoon's. "She's still learning."
"How many times did you edge her?" Sunghoon trapped your clit between two of his fingers, applying pressure on the tiny bud to watch you gasp.
"Twice." Heeseung raised the shirt over your tits now, trapping a nipple between his digits similar to Sunghoon.
"Wanna go for a third, princess?" Hoon slapped your cunt again, making you cry out and shake your head, desperate just the way Heeseung described. Still, your reaction every time he strikes your pussy was noticeable.
Sunghoon wasn't going to let you live it down.
"You like when I slap your little pussy don't you? Don't tell me we've got a painslut on our hands."
Your cheeks burned at the term, and your breath caught with embarrassment. Both could see it all over your face that you were getting hot and bothered by how he treated you.
Sunghoon chuckled a bit at that. "Then be a good girl for us, and maybe, just maybe, we'll let you cum."
Your eyes watered even more, but even then, you nodded in agreement, now under the mercy of two men.
Sunghoon smirked, victorious. "Atta girl."
"You should feel how tight she is," Heeseung suggested, giving a reassuring squeeze.
Sunghoon finally sank two fingers into you, making your breath hitch. Sunghoon's gaze darkened, already imagining how your walls would squeeze his cock. "Fuck, what a tight little slut."
Your thighs twitched at the name, and both men took a mental note your reaction to being degraded.
Sunghoon started curling his fingers inside of you, pressing against your g-spot, having the heel of his palm press deep against your clit. He licked his lips, eyes flickering between your pussy and your face, examining your open mouth and your small mewls as he started to work up what Heeseung started, the wet sounds of his digits inside of you filling the room.
"Fuck, you're so fucking wet. Hee must've really worked you up, huh?" Sunghoon purred, sliding in a third digit easily, not missing how your eyes started to roll back as he stretched you out. "Bet you've been dreaming of this since the party."
"S-Shut up," you stammered out. "Says the one who was forming a boner."
"Yeah?" Sunghoon started increasing the power of his thrusts, veins starting to pop out of his forearm as he did so. "Why don't you just shut up and let out more of those pretty moans?"
"Why don't you—"
Your words were cut off by Heeseung pressing his two middle digits against your tongue, rendering you silent.
"Now now, play nice you two," Hee chastised, shaking his head. "I thought my baby agreed to be good, no?"
He slipped his fingers out of your mouth, earning a glare.
"Come here." Heeseung pulled your jaw to face him, kissing you and muffling any insults you had to throw at Sunghoon. His tongue glided against yours, quelling your anger and making you buck up needily against the younger man's hand.
When you broke apart, you weren't even given a second to breathe, Sunghoon's large hand being the one holding your face now, focusing your attention back onto him.
"What? No kiss for Hoonie?" He grinned at your scowl. "Or is Hee's baby too good for it?"
"Give him a kiss, baby," Heeseung encouraged. "Let me watch."
You licked your lips, only allowing for a moment of trepidation before leaning into Sunghoon. His lips met yours readily, hungry as he kissed you, the pace of his fingers quickening with every stroke. He growled when you moaned against his mouth, grinding his palm firmer against your clit in reward. He pressed his mouth against you like he was trying to brand you with his kiss, make you feel it even after he was gone.
He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, demanding, his other hand sliding into the roots at the back of your head, angling your face just how he liked so he could kiss you deeper. He groaned as you whimpered against him, trying to keep up a good fight. He made it look too easy, the effortless way his mouth dominated yours bringing you to shame. He sucked on your tongue a bit, the helpless sound you made in response only making him harder.
When he broke away you were both left staring at one another, gathering breath, analyzing the blown out pupils of one another.
This was Park Sunghoon. The man you were constantly fighting for Heeseung's attention. The one you couldn't spend five minutes with without starting an argument.
You weren't sure which one of you leaned in first, but suddenly you were both slamming your mouths against each other again, but this time hungrier. More desperate. There was a carnal desire in how Sunghoon kissed you now, like he wanted to eat you and make you cry for every bullshit fight you put up against him.
Heeseung was mesmerized, his eyes never leaving you and Sunghoon as you clung onto the younger, trying to bring him closer to you, clawing at his clothes as you expressed your pent up sexual frustration through the kiss. Heeseung's hand slid down between you and Sunghoon's, his digits playing with your clit. You whined against Sunghoon's mouth, your orgasm starting to approach.
You broke away from the kiss, whining just like promised. "Please let me cum this time, please!"
Sunghoon chuckled at how easy you were to break this time, purposefully slamming his fingers against the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly. "Aw, should I? But you were being such a brat earlier."
"Let her cum," Heeseung crooned, sympathizing with you. "She's got a lot ahead of her."
Sunghoon always did have a habit of going along with Heeseung's desires.
But he wasn't going to be nice about it.
"You hear that?" Sunghoon scoffed, grabbing your face and bringing you close to his, his eye contact intense as he studied your pitiful expression. "Congratulations, sweetheart. You get to cum until your brain fucking melts."
You arched against Heeseung as Sunghoon jackhammered his fingers into your cunt, right behind the spot where Heeseung was still toying with your clit. Hee doubled his efforts, pressing down harder, making sure to give attention to the spot right underneath that had your toes curling. Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm overtook you, and suddenly clear liquid was gushing all over both of their fingers.
Sunghoon's jaw dropped open, watching you squirt against both of their hands. He was completely enraptured, mouth dropping open in awe as he watched you shake like a leaf.
"Fuck, that's it, make a mess for me. Make a mess all over Hoonie's fingers," he muttered to himself.
You couldn't stop it, the pleasure coming over you like a tidal wave. You gripped onto both of them to steady yourself, droplets flying out of you as you shook. Neither man stopped, both continuing until you were drained of every last drop, eventually slumping over against Heeseung, the aftershocks of your orgasm riding it's course along your thighs until it was no more.
Both men pulled their hands away, your legs giving residual twitches at the sensation.
"I... I think I ruined the couch.." Your voice had that breathless, cute little whine that made it impossible for anyone to be mad.
Not they would be in the first place.
"You did perfect baby." Heeseung kissed the corner of your mouth. "It's about to get a lot messier anyways."
You were limp and complaint as they both maneuvered you onto all fours, the dark stain forming on the couch mocking from beneath you. Heeseung yanked off his clothes behind you, shedding each article one by one.
The tip of Hee's cock nudged along your entrance, sliding up and down your folds and catching at your clit every time he wanted to watch you cringe from sensitivity. Soon the small shocks would stop, and when you stopped tensing he focused more on your hole, slowly breaching it. It gave way, letting him push inside the first inch.
You held your breath as he started to get the entire tip inside, your walls stretching despite Hoon's thick fingers. Sunghoon cradled your face in his hands, observing your struggle.
"Poor thing. You look like you're about to cry any second."
He leaned in, kissing you when Heeseung got past the tip, now slipping another inch inside you. Hoon's lips were a good distraction, letting you focus on the natural instinct to follow his flow instead of the overwhelming sensation of Heeseung filling you up. Sunghoon slipped a hand down your body, gently twirling his fingers around your clit, coaxing you to let more of Hee in.
"That's it. Let him in. Let him stretch you out so I can have my turn. I'm not allowed to fuck you until after. "
You moaned against his lips. "Mmf— who says?"
You could feel him smile, like you had been let in on a shared secret.
"We made a deal after the party." Heeseung hissed from behind as he sank further into you. "But we had been thinking about it for a while."
You furrowed your brows, trying to form a coherent sentence and not focus on how good Heeseung was stretching you out right now. "W-What deal?"
Heeseung smirked at the expression you wore as he pushed in more, now over halfway inside. "That if we did this..." Both of you let out a strangled noise of pleasure when he bottomed out inside you, his balls now flush against your cunt. "I get first dibs."
Sunghoon laughed, patting your cheek condescendingly. "Bro code."
That's when it dawned on you that you had fallen into Hee's trap, just as he planned. The moment you asked the question, it was game over for you.
Heeseung pulled back some, giving a few experimental, shallow thrusts, letting you get used to the feeling of him. Eventually you stopped tensing up, loosening as you became accustomed to the sensation, your nerves coming alight as he started to go deeper.
"How's that dick feel, baby?" Sunghoon mocked you with the pet name, combing his fingers through your hair in faux comfort, keeping your face angled up so he could drink in every expression you couldn't hide. "Is it just like you've always imagined?"
"Fu-uck you." Your jab lacked it's usual venom, instead becoming breathy at the end as Heeseung hit a sweet spot.
"Ask nicely," Sunghoon bit back.
You were about to respond when Heeseung's hand jotted out in front of you, grabbing Sunghoon by the nape and pressing his mouth against yours, forcing the two of you to kiss to stop your bickering.
"Behave, both of you," Heeseung scolded, gritting it out as he started using longer strokes, letting you feel how long and deep he was every time he pulled out to the tip to thrust back in to the hilt.
Sunghoon seemed to melt against your mouth, not even arguing with Heeseung as he moved his lips against yours. Every moan that escaped your mouth and into his he took greedily, tilting his head to the right to kiss you thoroughly as each of Heeseung's thrusts pressed you closer together.
Heeseung really was such a good mediator.
You broke away for a breath of air, glaring at Sunghoon and his swollen, pouty lips. He glared back, though it seemed to be because you pulled away when he didn't get his fill of kissing you.
"I still hate you," you said, though the words have no bite. Not when each one comes out breathless and weak along with Heeseung's strokes. Not when you give Sunghoon that stare that lets him know that even if you did hate him, you wanted him in equal measure.
"C'mere. You don't need to talk anymore." Sunghoon grabbed your face, making you arch your back further as he started kissing you again, unashamed with the wet, sloppy sounds of your lips smacking together or the low growls that emanated from his chest.
You two stayed making out for a moment, your lips repeatedly crashing against his as Heeseung rocked you back and forth on his cock. Neither of you seemed to mind, though, both breathless and panting into each other's mouths in a mess of tongue and teeth, and you desperately grasped onto Hoon for stability. Hoon sucked on your tongue, moaning when he felt you melt in his arms.
He finally let you go, pulling off his shirt, hands moving to his pants and pulling his flushed, aching cock out with little finesse. He's about the same size as Heeseung, and your jaw already began to ache as you examined the challenging girth.
Sunghoon tapped the tip of his cock against your pouty lips. "C'mon, open that bratty mouth. There's a good girl."
You gave a gentle kiss to the head, and then another, opening your mouth more with each one as you started using your tongue, slowly making out with it the way you would either of them. You closed your eyes, suckling on it a bit, the same way he did on the tip of your tongue earlier.
Sunghoon seemed to be enamored with the sight, jaw dropping open as you slowly progressed to kitten licks, peering up with them with the faux innocent look that only got him harder.
He muttered under his breath, curling his fingers into the roots of your hair and slowly pressing you down further.
You complied as he pushed your head down, opening your mouth greater as the full head was suctioned by your lips.
Sunghoon hissed when you flicked your tongue on the underside of his cock where the head met the shaft, and he slowly sank you down further, the gradual slide of your throat down on him making his toes curl.
Sunghoon tossed his head back, feeling your throat suction around him as he start to fuck it properly. "Oh shit. Don't stop, just like that baby. Fuck, you're so good at this. Your mouth feels so fucking good."
He was decent enough to give a slow pace, following along with Heeseung who did the same in order for you to get used to being filled from both ends. Sunghoon did his best not to buck into your mouth or push too far into the back of your throat. It started to get harder when Heeseung started fucking you faster, though, your body naturally being pushed forward again and again, making you gag further and further down Sunghoon's cock until his eyes were rolling to the back of his throat.
"Holy shit," Heeseung moaned, slapping your ass thrice in quick succession. "My baby's being such a good whore for us, isn't she? Fuck, yes, take it. Suck that dick baby, c'mon."
Fuck, hearing Hee of all people start moaning that you're a whore was spurring Sunghoon on. Slowly his concerns and restraint of getting you used to two cocks melted away. You seemed to be a natural already, and Hoon was always the type to tease and bully what he was secretly fond of. Heeseung was well aware. How else do you break in a toy?
"Look at me. You want both of us? You want to be a greedy little slut for one night?" Sunghoon moaned, hand cradling your throat to feel how he moved inside of it. "'Course you do."
Heeseung slapped your ass again, your yelp muffled around Sunghoon's cock. Heeseung's hooded gaze stayed glued on how your ass would ripple against his hips with every snap. Every time he looked up he'd see Sunghoon's bottom lip trapped between his teeth, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the way his eyes never left your face as he tangled his digits into roots.
His grip tightened on your hair as he bobbed your head up and down, Heeseung's thrusts pushing you further down on both of them from either end.
"Fuck, you're both so fucking hot," Heeseung growled. "Such a good slut, taking our cocks like this. You're such a good girl."
Sunghoon grinned, looking down at your pathetic form, forced to take everything they had to offer. Your face was so flushed, your eyes trying to look up at Sunghoon's without rolling back. When he looked up at his best friend he saw his his hands digging into your waist to pull you closer, how his dark stare devoured the view, how his eyes kept meeting Sunghoon's to see if he was also losing his mind. He was. "How does his dick feel? Is he hitting the spot you need?"
You moaned in response, unable to give a clearer answer due to how thoroughly he was using your mouth.
Sunghoon pulled you off for a moment, letting you moan out loud now in tune with Heeseung's thrusts. He tightened the fist in your roots, angling your head to look up at his cocky grin from above.
"You want me to hit it too?"
You bit your lower lip and grinned in confirmation, finally smiling along with him for once. It melted away though into a face of pleasure as Heeseung's hand came around to your front, toying with your clit as his staccato thrusts picked up rhythm.
"Fuck, I'm fucking close," he moaned. "Need to feel you cum around me. Need to feel everything. Need—"
Heeseung's words were cut off by Sunghoon's free hand grabbing his nape and pulling him in, slamming their lips above you. Sunghoon slipped his tongue inside, eyes closed as he angled his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing Heeseung's moans.
Heeseung grunted in Sunghoon's mouth, panting as his thrusts got sloppier and his digits rubbed harder against your clit. Sunghoon's hold on your roots was firm, keeping your neck craned, forcing you to watch how their tongues tangled together and listen to their lips smack, Heeseung's groans turning into whines as he got closer to the edge, all being devoured by Sunghoon.
It was too much, and before you knew it your cunt was spasming around Heeseung's cock, cries muffled around Sunghoon's.
Heeseung couldn't last much longer, hips stuttering as he felt you cum around him, his whimper against Sunghoon's tongue delicious as he buried himself as deep as he could, cumming inside you.
The two men finally broke apart, a spit of string still connecting them before snapping, leaving both breathless with parted, swollen lips.
Heeseung tried to recollect himself, garner his breath, try to regain some semblance of self. Slowly he pulled out of you, both of you winching at the sensation. You collapsed down onto the couch, a boneless heap. Slowly, white appeared at your entrance, Heeseung's cum beginning to slowly trickle out of you.
"Fuck... look at that." Sunghoon reached over and spread your folds, more cum dribbling out. He put a finger in, coating it in Heeseung and you, pumping it in and out, watching you shiver with sensitivity. "Can you take more?"
"Mmfuck," you whined in response, hips wiggling. Whether you were chasing Sunghoon's digit or running from it, you couldn't tell.
"C'mon, baby. Let Hoonie fuck you good. It's about time you both start getting along," Heeseung cooed, running a comforting hand up and down your thigh to ground you.
Sunghoon added another digit again, watching your face contort in pleasure as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Don't you want to make it up to me? All those times you were an annoying brat?"
Heeseung smiled, hand going up to comb your hair out of your face, his deceiptively sweet face reassuring you. "It's time for you two to fuck it out."
You nodded, and soon Sunghoon was repositioning you onto your back, spreading your legs wider, pushing one of your legs up and over his arm, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, he pushed in, with both of you sucking in a deep breath. You grabbed onto the arm holding up your leg, biting your lip as he buried in hilt deep. Despite how open Heeseung fucked you, you still felt tight as ever around Sunghoon, and you could feel him right up in your guts the way Heeseung promised.
Sunghoon bit his lip hard, trying (and failing) to contain his grunt as he sank into your heat.
"Holy shit. You feel better than I dreamed."
He gave a small, experimental thrust of his hips, examining how your breath hitched and your thighs clenched. Here you were, fucking the man who annoyed you most, who you were always fighting for Hee's attention. You supposed this was a good way for both of you to get it at the same time, Heeseung utterly entranced as he watched Sunghoon's first few strokes inside of you.
More of Heeseung's cum spilled out of you as Sunghoon pushed further in, the first slide going much smoother due to how much Heeseung filled you up.
Sunghoon's pumps were shallow at first, noticing your small winces from overstimulation and possible soreness. Judging by the slight rasp in your voice that's already started to appear, you were going to need a bit of a recovery period after tonight.
Heeseung was growing impatient, however, believing Sunghoon should've came in you closer to yesterday. He was eager to see you filled to the brim with both him and Sunghoon, to see Sunghoon's cock limp and drained because of you. And here the two of you were, wasting time like always when you could be fucking each other's brains out.
"What, don't tell me you're scared of her now Hoon? After all that talk?" Heeseung laughed, clapping Sunghoon on the back of his nape, pulling him close. "Thought you wanted to fuck her?"
That got Sunghoon going a bit, his next thrust sharper than the sloppy, slow rolls he was giving before. Your breath hitched, the sensitive spot inside you slowly drawing in heat.
"Just—" Sunghoon bit his lip, trying to control himself despite the devil at his shoulder. "Don't want it to hurt."
The laugh Heeseung barked out made him feel silly.
The grin Hee gave you bordered on menacing, like he was reaching his wits end. "Did you forget already?" The sharp smack he delivered to your swollen folds had you curl into on yourself, clamping down on Sunghoon and causing him to rut harder into you, trying to sink deeper in. "She likes it."
Hee's words woke Sunghoon up from his worrisome daze, and he drinks in your expression from Heeseung's action. The way your eyes watered and your lower lip trembled, but also the way you opened your legs further, as though asking for more.
The word pops up in Sunghoon's head again.
"Painslut," he growled.
Heeseung grinned wickedly as Sunghoon began to properly pull his hips back, no longer restraining himself and delivering sharp, heavy thrusts that had his balls clapping against your cheeks. The plap plap plap accompanied by the wet gush of your pussy repeatedly swallowing his cock, as well as the pornographic noises you were both omitting, was music to Hee's hears.
Both of you were staring at each other with such intensity, eyes never leaving one another's as Sunghoon drilled into you, mouth dropping open with yours as you both experienced mind-numbing pleasure with each other for the first time when you were supposed to hate each other.
Heeseung could practically taste the mixed emotions from both of you in the air, and he lived off of it.
"Fuck her open." Heeseung bit his lip, watching Sunghoon pull back and roughly slam into you again. "Harder. Make sure she feels it."
Sunghoon furrowed his brows, delivering a harder thrust, savoring the moan that escaped you as he reached in deeper, tip hitting right against the spot that had you feeling weak.
Heeseung sucked in a breath. "That's it. Now you're doing it. Just look how wet she is for you."
You felt Sunghoon twitch inside you at that. Heeseung's commentary was doing wonders for both you and Sunghoon, both of you getting seemingly more flushed. Hoon's thrusts quickened, his enthusiasm showing as he repeatedly hit that spot that had you gasping again and again and again.
"Fuck." Sunghoon grunted, his grip on your waist tightening as he pumped inside. "Feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
He emphasized his question with a brutal thrust that had you scrambling for purchase, grabbing onto Heeseung as your body began to move with Sunghoon's. "Yes, H-Hoon!"
"Fuck yeah you do. You love this, don't you? Love letting me use you like a little slut." Sunghoon groaned, watching the bulge protruding from your lower abdomen. "Still hate me?"
"Yes," you spat out bitterly, your pride still clinging on in some semblance as Hoon started pounding into you.
Both Heeseung and Sunghoon laughed, and it only made your cheeks burn hotter.
"No you don't." Sunghoon landed a smack against your pussy, feeling you clench around him in response. "Holy shit, you got so tight. C'mon, squeeze me baby. Show me how much this pussy loves me."
The cry you let out was pathetic, unwittingly obeying his command as your walls contracted around him.
"There we go. That's a good girl. So you can listen."
Heeseung hummed, enjoying the sight before him, watching both of you slowly unravel in each other. He saw it coming a mile away. He was just glad he got to see it finally happen first hand.
"I'm just so glad to see my best friends finally getting along." He pressed a kiss against your cheek, the action surprisingly tender given the filth of the situation. He pulled back, moving behind Sunghoon so he could watch the view from his friend's perspective.
Both men watched how coated Sunghoon's cock was in Hee's cum, the white glistening along his shaft every time he pulled back. Heeseung's cum helped make the glide easier, extra lubricant added on top of your already dripping wet pussy. You could feel the wetness coating your inner thighs, and wouldn't be surprised if the surface area only grew as Sunghoon continued using you like this.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Sunghoon moaned, tossing his head back and drilling into you with more fervor, veins popping along his forearms as he slammed his hips against yours. "You're so hot. 'Course a pretty girl like you likes being fucked like a slut."
"So pretty," Heeseung agreed, biting his lip, eyes glued to where both of you were joined. "You're both so fucking hot."
He tilted Sunghoon's chin, turning him to face him as he planted his lips against the younger. Sunghoon was responsive to say the least, pressing against Heeseung harder, his hips stuttering for a moment as his brain tried to keep up. Heeseung's other hand slid down Sunghoon's abs, raking his nails along them to make Sunghoon shiver and open his mouth wider.
Sunghoon panted, his thrusts getting sloppier as he moaned into Heeseung's mouth. You could see glimpses of their tongues dancing together with every part of their lips, the whimpers that Heeseung swallowed only driving you closer to the edge. Hearing Hoon's soft pants and moans, muffled against Hee's lips as he held his face tight in his hand, not letting him free for even a second even as he grew breathless and his whines turned needy, was enough masturbation material for a lifetime.
"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close," Sunghoon moaned against Heeseung's mouth, the words barely decipherable with how Heeseung was devouring him. He whimpered, the sounds getting cut off or replaced with the sound of smacking lips, Heeseung’s grip firm and unrelenting.
Heeseung finally let Sunghoon go, letting the younger man moan and suck in deep, greedy breaths of air. Heeseung's lips were shiny and swollen, and he stared down at where Sunghoon was absolutely destroying you, his thrusts starting to get sloppier with every pump. "Cum inside."
Sunghoon's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck—"
Heeseung looked down at you, where your eyes nearly crossed with Sunghoon abusing your g-spot, the prospect of being filled up by your biggest annoyance making your back arch against the cushions.
"You want it, right?" Heeseung reached up and pressed his hand down on your lower abdomen, feeling his best friend through the barrier. "I can feel how deep Hoon is inside you. You want it right here, right? Right where I'm pressing."
He pushed harder, making both you and Sunghoon cry out. "Yes! Please, please Hoon. Cum in me. I'm so close."
Sunghoon's hand moved down to your clit, pressing demanding circles against it to drive you to insanity. "Cum for me then. Make your pussy beg for it."
Before you knew it you were doing exactly that.
"Fuck, that's it," Heeseung hissed. He leaned more of his weight on the hand pressing down on you, his grin mischievous and wicked. "Good girl."
The combined stimulation from both of them had you spasming around Hoon, your walls involuntarily quaking and squeezing his girth as promised. Sunghoon let out a guttural groan, your orgasm triggering his own as he hunched over you, his hips stuttering as he began to coat your insides.
You felt the warmth as he starts to fill you up, some gushing out of you already and between your cheeks. Heeseung stopped pressing down on your stomach and grabbed Sunghoon's ass, having him gasp and rut deeper, cockhead firmly pressed against the deepest spot inside of you.
"Keep fucking her," Hee commanded, his tone leaving no room for question.
Sunghoon did as he was told, continuing to pump into you as you started to cringe from the overstimulation. Sunghoon was too, his groans morphing into weak little whines as he let out every drop into you, fucking you still. You could see the mix of pain and pleasure in his face, his thrusts slowing down as his cock began to soften.
Heeseung squeezed. "Don't stop," he ordered. "Keep fucking her. Don't you dare stop."
Hoon, the loyal, pathetic friend he was, obeyed. His weak, stuttering thrusts continued, overstimulating you both as his pelvis rocked against your clit. His pumps were shallower now, lacking the power from before, as though every thrust now took something out of him. Both of you were left breathless, staring into each other's eyes, tears brimming them as you both broke further under Heeseung's command. The man watched with a shit eating grin, clearly pleased watching your glassy gazes.
Sunghoon's head dipped down, and it took every ounce of strength not to collapse on top of you, humping you slightly with what he had left to give, his hips stuttering and sloppy. You felt a tear fall on your collarbone as he whined, not stopping his movements until Heeseung gently pushed him back.
Both you and Sunghoon cringed as he finally pulled out, the white appearing immediately and trickling down on the sheets. Sunghoon slumped over you, breathing heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as both of you finally got to come down from your highs.
It turned out, however, that Heeseung was the hardest to satisfy.
He sneered, pulling Sunghoon off of you and scoffing at how he broke before you.
"What are you doing? Clean her up since she's been so nice to you."
Heeseung gripped Sunghoon by the roots, lifting his head and planting him face first into your used pussy.
Sunghoon obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut as he opened his jaw wider, letting you melt in his mouth. He lapped up Hee's and his own cum readily, humming with satisfaction, his ministrations becoming greedy. You cringed from the sensitivity, but Heeseung didn’t let you run from it, using a hand to pin you down as he leaned over you and kissed the pain away. You tried to focus on how his lips moved against yours, but still found yourself bucking against Hoon's mouth and whining into Heeseung’s.
Heeseung smiled, tightening his grip against Sunghoon's scalp as he pushed him harder against you, chuckling at the tears in your eyes.
"See baby? I'm having him make up for being so mean to you," Heeseung cooed. "What do we say?"
"T-thank you," you weakly stammered out, feeling the coil tighten for the last time.
"There we go. I'll even help."
He shoved your legs further apart to make room for himself, pushing Sunghoon's head lower so he could slide his tongue inside. You gasped when Heeseung's mouth joined, the dual sensation of two tongues against you bringing you closer to an orgasm no matter how much your body screamed.
Sunghoon rose his head up higher, tongue meshing against Heeseungs as both slid over your clit, trapping it beneath the pressure of the two muscles. Neither man seemed to shy away from each other, and you could hear the wet smack of their lips against each other as they made out, your cunt acting as a third.
Your thighs trembled, the feeling of both of them at the same time, and the visual stimulus of their eyes peaking up at you from between your legs, made the final orgasm of the night especially satisfying. You gave what was left of yourself, seeing white and feeling as though you were floating for a moment. Slowly, you came back down, feeling their hands rub soothingly along your legs and waist.
Both were panting just as hard as you, their pink, swollen lips an enviable shade, glossed with orgasm who-even-knows. Heeseung had a smug, calm smile on his face, whereas Hoon had heavy lids, exhaustion starting to set in his bones with how spent he now was.
Heeseung patted your head gently, a stark juxtaposition to his rough demeanor prior. "Back to Earth?" He quipped.
You nodded, post-millionth-nut clarity settling in as you realized your best friend and his just gave you the best sex of your life.
"I guess now I have a better answer for all of those people asking if we've fucked," you joked.
That earned a laugh from Heeseung, and even a grin from Sunghoon, who was usually impervious to your quips.
"You're so cute." Whether or not Sunghoon meant to say that out loud was unclear, and you weren't given enough time to think about it because soon he was having you taste yourself on his lips. And him. And Heeseung.
Heeseung was absolutely thrilled watching his two best friends make out, fucking pervert that he is. Everything went just according to plan, even better than predicted, and now he could finally reap the rewards of all his hard work.
synopsis: You always believed that Park Sunghoon will be a constant presence in your life. He's your childhood friend, your safe place and the one person who knew you better than anyone else. Until he left without a warning. Years later, after acheving your dream of becoming a lawyer, your world was flipped upside down when you find yourself working under him. Gone was the boy you once knew. Sunghoon is distant and unrecognizable, treating you nothing more than an employee. But as old memories resurface beneath your relationship, it became clear that some bonds and feelings were truly never left behind.
pairing: legal associate! park sunghoon x trainee solicitor! fem! reader.
content: childhood friends to lovers, lawyer au, office romance, resolved sexual tension, miscommunications, family issues, emotionally constipated +yearner sunghoon, jealousy, it gets hella worse before it gets slightly better, major angst with comfort, explicit mature content, belly bulge, mild breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), inappropriate usage of tie, hair-pulling, pussy eating+fingering.
word count: 26.4k.
from author: finally done with this bad boy. this is dedicated to my other twin, my other half and the yin to my yang @lolliloopsy for wanting lawyer sunghoon. this is by far my favorite fic to and it got me listening to sabrina claudio nonstop too. the smut is actually unreadable im so sorry.
mini playlist: freak - doja cat, truth is - sabrina claudio, did we lose our minds - sabrina claudio, tell me what you want - sasha keable, sex with me - rihanna.
You remembered that fateful, memorable day like it had just happened recently. It was summer and during the brief three months break before classes resumed. Looking back at it, you should have known things weren't as what they seemed on the surface. You should have seen the obvious signs. All because you didn't look properly, even though he was beside you.
You were eighteen back then while your childhood friend was already nineteen. He's no longer a child but rather, a freshly new, pure young adult. Something he wasn't afraid of shoving it into your face the moment it was midnight. Park Sunghoon was nothing but filled with arrogance that never failed to make you wished you could knocked him down a few pegs.
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere!"
You looked up to see Sunghoon stopping before you. His expression faltered at the sight of your red, swollen and watery eyes along with your loud sniffling sounds and how you're biting on your bottom lip to stifle your cries. He sighed, stepping closer to sit on your right on the bench you're seated on. The boy wasted no time in pulling you close to him, allowing you to bury your head in his chest.
He lets you cried and sobbed like a newborn baby, not caring how you're soaking and staining his shirt with your fresh, salty tears. Sunghoon remained silent the entire time, patting your back with one hand while whispering comforting words into your ear. It took you about thirty minutes or so to calm down. When you did, you awkwardly pulled back and he withdrew his hand, resting it on his lap with his eyes scanning your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or lingering sadness.
"What happened?" He asked.
You stubbornly shook your head, keeping your lips sealed shut. Sunghoon sighed, reaching out to rest his hand on your left shoulder to give it an reassuring squeeze. An action that spoke volume.
"Come on, you know you can tell me anything," he gently coaxed you.
You sniffled, raising your hands but the boy was faster. He placed his right hand over yours, gingerly wiping the tears threatening to slip from your eyes. The way he does it was so gentle, loving and caring, like he's afraid of harming you. It's not what friends will do but that's a topic for another time. Perhaps when both of you are fully-grown adults then the elephant in the room will be addressed.
"..Do you think I'm ugly?" You managed to croak out, not having the courage to look him in the eyes.
Silence.
At the stretched silence, you raised your head, ready to change the topic, only for you to pause. You made eye contact with Sunghoon but what caught your attention was the way he looked at you. There was a mixture of emotions—disbelief, pain and anger. Disbelief that you dared to utter those words out, right in front of him. Pain and anger because you chose to believe in someone's words.
Someone that's not him, who will do anything to turn that frown upside down.
"No, gods no," he quickly replied, now cupping your face in his hands.
His thumbs rested on the skin underneath your eyes. It took all of his self-restraint to not do something stupid that could potentially ruined your friendship. After all, Park Sunghoon is nothing but a hopeless fool who is head over heels for you. For a girl who had seen the worst and best of him. For a girl who had became a staple, permanent presence in his life.
He cleared his throat before speaking, features softening—a habit he does whenever he's with you without him knowing.
"I don't know who's been telling you these lies, but they are wrong. They don't know how kind you are to the people around you. They don't know how you're selfless, always putting other people first rather than your own needs. They don't know how strong, sweet and loving you are."
Your eyes widened, lips parting slightly as he starts to ramble, letting out the pent-up feelings that were locked deep in his chest, imprinted in the back of his mind for a long, long time. You stared at him, rendered speechless.
"Sunghoon, I…"
Your voice trailed off, ears and cheeks turning a light shade of red.
"I don't know what to say but thank you," you finished, flashing him a smile, a smile he returned without hesitation.
"Of course, angel. That's what friends are for."
You hummed. "We'll be friends forever, right?"
Sunghoon paused briefly, something unreadable flickered across his face but you didn't see it, too caught up in your own thoughts and the current moment. It was gone when he blinked and he smiled, pretending nothing happened while ignoring the lingering guilt residing in his stomach.
"Yeah, we'll be friends forever. You're my ride and die."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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"Hello? Earth to (Name)? Anyone home?"
"Ow!"
You yelped when someone whacked your head, snapping you back to reality. You scowled when it's none other than your friend who's also your co-worker at the same time—Choi Beomgyu. He held a rolled-up document in his right hand, looking down at you with his signature, infuriating smug grin that stretches across his face. Your left eyelid twitched, resisting the urge to leap across the table and strangle him to death.
"Jeez, stop glaring at me like that, lover girl. Just because you're working under Sung—"
Beomgyu didn't get to finish his sentence, not when someone purposely and roughly bumped his shoulder against him. You snorted at how he let out a startled yelp, body tilting to the left with his limbs flailing about, like a wild, frantic chicken. Thankfully, he didn't fall and managed to regain his balance, spinning on the spot to throw a traitorous glare to the third person, who slipped in soundlessly.
"Hey! What was that for!? You could've hurt this gorgeous face of mine!" He exclaimed, pointing at his own face and you groaned, making a fake gagging noise in the background and Beomgyu flipped you off without looking at you.
Lee Heeseung—another close friend of yours, merely rolled his eyes and flashed the older man a flat, unimpressed look. "Shut up and get back to work, Gyu. Unless you want to work overtime again."
Both of you snickered in unison at the offended look Beomgyu threw at him, but he knew Heeseung was right. Which was why he turned, muttering a string of curses under his breath as he returned to his desk. Heeseung rolled his eyes before turning to you, with his signature smile now plastered on his face, the kind of smile used to impress his colleagues around him. Also the kind of smile used on simple-minded, hopeless women.
Not you though. Not when a certain someone had captured your heart a long time ago.
"Here's the documents you needed for your case," he said, raising his left hand over the wall of your cubicle, revealing a stack of papers, earning a groan from you.
"Ugh, shooting me with a gun would've hurt less," you complained, accepting them nonetheless as you placed it at the corner of your messy desk.
Heeseung clicked his tongue, shifting to rest both of his arms on the edge of the cubicle, looking down at you from where he stood. Amusement flickered across his doe-like eyes at your reaction. It's obvious he's having the time of his life watching you suffer, much to your annoyance. You would have said or do something, like to flip him off but you felt it before he even entered.
The temperature in the room dropped a notch. Even though the air conditioner was set at a tolerable twenty-four degrees, it felt like it was lowered to nineteen. The previous rounds of hushed murmurs and chatter vanished the moment he stepped into everyone's visions. To say he's a sight to behold would be the biggest understatement of the century.
Park Sunghoon walked in with measured steps, each one unhurried and controlled. His presence alone demanded for space and the room willingly gave it to him. It was either utter obedience or receiving his signature, cold and piercing gaze. A gaze that can sent even the most fearless man running with his invisible tail between his legs.
He's dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit that fitted him well to the core, like it was made for no one else but just him alone. The sharp lines of his midnight blue blazer further accentuated his broad, firm and his oh so reliable shoulders. Shoulders that had been carrying the firm ever since his first day. The crisp white shirt beneath deeply contrasted against the dark tones. Not a single crease or a strand of hair seen or misplaced.
Everything was purely calculated and all according to plan.
His expression remained neutral. Either he was unaware or chose to ignore the effect he has on people. How conversations died mid-sentence. How the sound of fingers flying across keyboards came to an abrupt halt and how even the faint rustling of papers seemed to disappear into thin air. Everyone's eyes were immediately on him, whether they knew it or not.
Seeing him—your childhood friend, the very same boy who never failed to make you feel at ease, to bring a smile on your face, to make you laughed until you were shedding tears, now replaced with someone who you barely knew anymore, did something to you. You felt like you were stabbed in the chest.
He felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time and you didn't like that at all.
Sunghoon didn't stop walking, not sparing anyone his attention—not that any of them were worthy of his attention in the first place. Heeseung had long scrambled back to his own desk, like the true traitor he is as he left you alone to fend for yourself—
Until he stopped right in front of your desk.
It took all of you to not visibly flinched, to not show any ounce of reaction. Up close, he felt even colder and more unreachable, a feat you didn't think was possible in the first place. For a brief moment, he said nothing. His gaze settled on you, steady and unreadable, like he had became an expert in hiding his feelings.
"See me in my office."
His voice was low, even and authoritative. It's clear he didn't tell you to wait for your reaction. It's clear it wasn't a request. But rather, a demand. A command that you should obeyed, unless you're asking to get fired on the spot. Before you could processed it, he had turned away and walked off, like summoning you was nothing more than another mere, simple task on his to-do list.
It was only when his figure was out of sight was when everyone loosened up, heaving a sigh of relief in unison. Heeseung wasted no time in sliding his chair over to you. His cubicle was only situated on your right, allowing him to move over without any difficulties.
"Oh, you're definitely fucked," he muttered, clearly entertained with him absentmindedly spinning a pen with his left index and middle fingers.
You shot him a look. "Not helping."
"I wasn't trying to help though."
"Fuck you."
"No thank you. Bet you'd love to fuck Sung—"
"Heeseung!"
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After mentally preparing yourself for five minutes along with Heeseung being the helpful friend he is, by laughing at your predicament, you grabbed your trusty notebook that had been stained with tears and caffeine it's a miracle you were still able to use and your pen before leaving. You chose to ignore the "Good luck and don't die!" words Beomgyu shouted at your retreating figure.
Sunghoon's office was located on the other end of the thirty-fifth floor. Yes, the law firm you worked in has multiple floors with a total of seventy-five floors. You remembered you were stunned on your first day, openly gaping at everything around you as you entered, nearly making a fool of yourself by tripping over your feet more than three times in a single day.
You barely recalled nodding your head in acknowledgment at the series of greetings thrown your way from both men and women as they walked past you. You were too caught up in your own mind, many thoughts running through your mind at the speed of light until you sworn you were starting to feel light-headed.
Eventually, you arrived at a particular closed, opaque glass door with matte covering the bottom half and a sign hanging on it. The words stared back at you, like it was mocking you already, as if it knew the reason why you were summoned.
Park Sunghoon's Office.
"It'd be better if it's renamed as Satan's Hellhole instead," you muttered to yourself, wary enough to keep your voice down. You raised your right hand, now curled into a fist and knocked twice on it to announce your arrival.
Knock knock.
Sunghoon's eyes flicked up from his desktop screen, hands going stilled as he was in the middle of typing. One look at you made him nod his head and you entered once you were granted permission, gently closing the door behind him. It's pure instinct for you to clutch your notebook close to your chest in a vice-like grip until the edges crumped up due to your strength, like you want to blend into it, using it as a shield for whatever he had in store for you.
You chewed on your bottom lip, absentmindedly brushing your fingers against the edge of your notebook, unaware of how the man's eyes darkened a shade behind the rimless lenses of his rectangular-shaped glasses that rested perfectly on the bridge of his sharp, elegant nose. Gods, you never expected to see your childhood friend went from a easygoing, scrawny young teenager to… whatever he is now.
That's a man right there, your brain unhelpfully chimed in before adding another sentence, a very fine man, to be exact.
To make yourself feel better, you visualized yourself beating the living lights out of your superior. The very same superior who is seated in front of you, known for being the most cold-hearted, unforgivable and someone who doesn't have any tolerance for anything. When one says anything, they really meant it.
An prime example would be when a poor young woman used to be in your position, only to be fired on her first day when she failed to follow-up with one of Sunghoon's clients. You didn't know much of the details, other than the very obvious fact that he was pissed. One thing about him is that he never raised his voice, which proved to make him all the more intimidating than he already was. He would have lost the trial if he didn't come up with something on the spot but despite his success, he was still enraged and ended up firing the woman.
Nothing more and nothing less.
Ahem.
You snapped back to reality, dryly and loudly swallowing when you noticed Sunghoon had been staring at you the entire time while you were busy imagining punching him, treating him like a punching bag and an outlet to release your pent-up stress and frustrations.
"Are you done daydreaming? If you are, then sit down," he said, voice firm and cold.
Your left eyebrow twitched, resisting the urge to snap, to yell or even better, to throw something at his face as you obliged, sitting on the opposite chair and placed your notebook and hands on your lap, hiding it from his sharp, observant and piercing gaze that never fails to send shivers down your spine.
"Why did you summon me?" You asked, surprisingly able to keep your voice even and steady despite how your fingers were already trembling.
Sunghoon arched his signature thick left eyebrow, like he was impressed by your audacity or stupidity. Or maybe it was both. Whatever it was, it seemed like you had made a wrong approach, with the way he leaned back into his seat, his eyes never leaving your face, catching every micro-expression you made.
"Simple. Because you screwed up."
You flinched—a subtle motion that should go unnoticed by everyone. But not Sunghoon, not when it comes to you. You swallowed, clenching and unclenching your fingers, feeling your palms growing sweaty as every second passed. You didn't say anything and the man pressed on, using his words to push his knife deeper into your chest.
"Judging from the look on your face, you're clueless, aren't you? Fine, let me indulge you."
He paused, reaching for a file situated on the left corner of his desk. He flipped it opened with practiced ease before sliding it towards you. You leaned forward a little to get a clearer look, immediately finding the paragraphs familiar to you.
"Page twelve," he said.
Your hands moved before you knew it, your fingers brushing against the folder as you pulled it closer to you. You scanned the page, eyes darting over lines of text until they stopped. Your stomach dropped, feeling a pail of cold, freezing water being dumped over you from above.
"The clause is outdated. It contradicts the revised terms submitted last week. Terms you copied, if I recall correctly," he went on, observing you closely, like you're his prey that was hopelessly cornered with nowhere to run.
Your lips parted but you couldn't find your voice.
"I—" You startled, faltering for a split second before you forced yourself to speak. "I must've overlooked—"
"You must've?" He echoed, voice and eyes hardening and yet, that same infuriating calmness of his never left his face. "You must've overlooked a critical amendment in a case file I asked you to review?"
You tightened your grip on the paper, teeth grinding down on one another.
"It was a minor section," you protested, despite how you knew he was right. He always was. "The overall argument still stands and make sense. It's not enough to—"
"Not enough?" He cuts you off for the second time, voice cold and firm, just enough to make you and your words feel insignificant. "Are you even hearing yourself?"
Silence.
Sunghoon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze locked onto yours with terrifying, chilling precision.
"In this firm, there's no such thing as minor. All it takes to dismantle an entire case is one oversight. One mistake is enough to question credibility. Or, do you think you're an exception?"
You narrowed your eyes, borderline scrunching the piece of paper in your hands. Sunghoon's eyes flicked down to the paper before meeting you again, his expression unreadable as always.
"I don't. But it's not like I intentionally—"
"That doesn't matter," he interrupted.
As the saying goes, three times the charm. That was the third time he had cut you off and that too, was the final straw.
"I'm still new. Mistakes happen. It's not unreasonable to expect—"
"What? To be excused?" He smoothly finished for you.
You paused, unable to further defend yourself. Because that wasn't what you meant but in the end, it was exactly how it sounds like. Whether you liked it or not. Sunghoon lets his words lingered in the air, giving you both the chance and room to speak, to say something better, to fix the damage.
But you didn't. Or maybe, you simply couldn't.
"…No, but I can fix it," you finally said, in a quieter voice but there was still a hint of defiance.
Something flickered in his expression but it was gone when he blinked. Sunghoon eyed you before leaning back into his chair, removing his elbows from the desk in the process.
"You will. You'll revise the entire section, cross-check every document and have it back on my desk before the end of the day."
Your eyes widened. "That's—"
"(Name)."
The way he said your name, like it's a threat, a warning along with the utter firmness in his voice was enough to silence you. You clamped your lips shut, knowing there was no way for you to make him change his mind. You nodded, shoulders slumping and Sunghoon nodded, raising his hand to push his glasses up his nose.
"Good, you're dismissed. If I don't see it on my desk, you're fired," he finished, no longer giving you his attention as he returned to looking at his desktop.
You gritted your teeth, shooting up from your seat as you stomped out of his office. Manners and respect be dammed at this point. You needed to get out of there or you would've lost your temper, which could potentially cost you your job and the amount of blood, sweat and tears you've used to get to where you are today.
Baam!
You slammed his door shut with a loud, heavy force on the way out, not caring that it came off as rude or how you were gathering stares following you as you returned to your desk. You threw your notebook, pen and the folder onto the desk, not caring that the pen rolled off, falling onto the floor with a series of clattering sounds.
"Fuck," you cursed at the all-too familiar feeling of something warm and damp stinging your eyes, blurring your vision. The last thing you wanted was to have a breakdown at your desk, where anyone can walked in on you resisting the urge to cry right there and then.
You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn't sense Heeseung's presence, who wheeled himself to your side, eyebrows furrowed with concern written all over his face.
"Hey, what happened?" He asked softly, reaching out to rest a hand on your left shoulder, watching as you shrink, avoiding looking at him.
You shook your head, teeth sinking into the meat of your bottom lip. "..Nothing, it's fine," you croaked out, your voice slightly hoarse and scratchy as you sniffled.
Your friend sighed, having known you long enough to be able to tell whether you're lying or not. "What did he say this time?"
You choked out a watery and broken laugh despite yourself, raising a hand to rub at your eyes, ignoring how you'd come to regret your decision later. "What did he not say this time? It's a miracle he didn't tell me off in front of everyone."
Heeseung frowned, lips pursed in a thin line. "(Name), maybe you should tell the management."
"And what? What do I tell them?" You retorted. "Tell them that oh hi, I want to make a report that working under Park Sunghoon, who was my childhood friend, is giving me lots of stress and because of him, I'm unable to perform well."
"Yes, but—"
"No, Heeseung. You don't get it, it's not as easy as you think. What do you think will happen after I tell them? You and I both know the management isn't gonna do shit. To them, Park Sunghoon is this fucking god and life savior for saving the firm when it was on the verges of collapsing," you continued, cutting him off.
The man stayed silent, mostly because of two things. Firstly, you are right and secondly, there wasn't much he can say to convince you. Not when you had made up your mind. But that doesn't mean he's not allowed to speak freely.
"Then just tell me this and I want you to answer me honestly: do you still like him?"
Silence.
"I don't," you started, the words coming out too quickly and too obvious. "I mean—why would I? After everything he did, after the way he—"
Your voice faltered. The knowing, pitiful look Heeseung gave only made you felt even worse. Because deep down, the both of you knew you were lying and you weren't telling the truth. A bitter, humorless laugh slipped from your lips, running a hand through your hair with your eyes turning glossy under the overhead lights.
"I hate him," you confessed, your gaze dropping to the floor or your shoes. "I hate the way he acts like I'm nothing. Like we're nothing. I hate how he left without a word, like I wasn't even worth a goodbye."
Your chest tightened, something sharp stabbing right through your heart, feeling the heavy weight settling on your shoulders the more you spoke.
"But most importantly, I hate how he looks at me now… like I'm just another person in the firm."
You paused for a few seconds, plucking up the remains of your non-existent courage, despite the fact both Heeseung and you already knew what you were planning to say. What kind of words that was ready to leave the tip of your tongue.
"But despite all of that, I still love him. I really do."
You let out a shaky exhale, shaking your head like you're able to deny it. If only it was that easy.
"I don't know why. It's been years. He's not the same person anymore. Anyone with eyes can see that. He's… not the Sunghoon I knew and maybe that's the problem. Maybe I'm the problem, for wanting the old him to come back to me. And a part of me is still stuck in the past, still loving someone who doesn't exist anymore."
A pause.
Heeseung sighed, the sound itself speaks volume, speaking more than what his words could possibly carry.
"He doesn't deserve you, you know that? You're too good for him."
You weakly nodded, eyes getting unfocused. "I know, but I can't stop thinking about him."
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You chose to skip lunch—much to your two friends' disappointment as they wished you luck to which you waved it off but was internally grateful and spent the rest of the day slaving away on just one document. The one document that cost you your sanity and draining lifespan.
You pulled out the long list of references you used beforehand, cross-checking all of it more than three times. It's a miracle your eyes didn't get stuck in one place with how often you kept looking between two different pieces of papers. You type, delete, type and only for you to delete again. This cycle kept repeating itself as the hours dragged on.
You weren't even aware of your surroundings—of how more and more people were packing up as they get ready to leave, of how the lights of their desks were turned off, leaving yours still on and how the silence was getting louder and louder until it's loud enough to drown out your thoughts. You found yourself entering the zone, now able to rework on it with full confidence—a huge contrast to how you were a few hours ago.
When you were finally done, you leaned back into your chair and stretched your arms above your head, letting out a long, heavy groan as you cracked your fingers. The sound echoed loudly in the office and it was only when you bothered to check the time, was when you realized you had worked overtime.
Again. Not like it's anything new or shocking, considering the nature of your job.
You got up, groaning at your back pain—a sign of your old age, even though you're still in your twenties. Swiping the folder off your messy, clustered desk, you wasted no time in making a beeline to Sunghoon's office. With how late it was, you were the final person to leave.
At least, that's what you thought.
You came to a stop when you noticed the lights in his office was still on from a far. At first, you assumed he must have forgotten to turn it off in his haste of leaving but it was gone when you now stood before his door. You didn't knock and he didn't see you yet, giving you a chance to see (or admire, like the closeted freak you are.) him in his current state.
His tie and blazer was gone with the top two black buttons of his now wrinkled white dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing his pale skin. You briefly remembered how there were baseless rumors when he first joined, with people wondering if he was a vampire in disguise, due to how pale he was. Sunghoon rested his chin on the palm of his left hand, his long and slender fingers curled over his mouth as he absentmindedly tapped his nose.
Whatever he was looking at has him deep in thought. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes slightly narrowed with him reading whatever was reflected on the screen. His usual neat and tidy hair was slightly messed up, with random strands poking out in different directions. Some even fell forward, hanging over his eyes, acting like a shield.
The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a delicious pair of arms that can make anyone drooled like a nasty dog. You swallowed, ripping your eyes away and looked up, nearly flinching on the spot when you made direct eye contact with him. For a moment, none of you looked away, seemingly entering a staring contest with you standing outside of his office and him seated by his desk.
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and you took that as your cue to enter, pushing the door open while clutching the folder in your left hand. You stepped in, your footsteps muffled against the carpeted floor and you stopped before his desk. Your superior torn his gaze away from his desktop screen, looking at you with an unreadable, impassive look on his face.
"I assume you've finished it?" He asked, jumping straight to the point without beating around the bush.
You nodded, wordlessly handing the folder over to him. Sunghoon took it from your hand and flipped it open to read. The next few seconds of tense, thick silence felt like eternity. You shuffled your heels on the spot, curling and uncurling your fingers with your hands resting by your sides. You observed him the entire time, trying to read him but it was easier said than done. You had considered yourself as someone good in reading people via their body languages but when it comes to Sunghoon?
You got nothing.
After what felt like centuries when a solid seven minutes passed, he finally spoke up. He held the folder in his right hand, arms crossed across his chest. Every time he shifted or readjusted his position, it caused his muscles to move as well—something you noticed almost immediately, much to your utter frustration.
"This is more acceptable than your previous work," he said, not praising nor insulting you. Just stating a fact, as simple as that.
Normally, you would retort with something snarky of your own but with how late it was, you were too exhausted to argue with him. You simply nodded, turning and was ready to leave when it's clear he wasn't going to say anything else. Only for him to call out your name, stopping you.
"Wait, I'll drive you home."
What?
"…What?" You turned to him, eyes widening and mouth dropping slightly, dumbfounded, like you couldn't believed your own ears.
But Sunghoon was already moving. He shut down his desktop, slipped his glasses off in one fluid motion as he rose to his feet. He swiped his loose tie and blazer off the stand he hung them on, folding them over his left arm and grabbed his bag placed near his chair.
"I'm not taking no for an answer, (Name). It's already late and there isn't anymore buses or trains left. It'd be faster and safer if I just drive you," he pointed out.
You sighed, hating how he was right and obliged. You stepped out of his office, returning to your own desk. You quickly shut down your desktop, shoving your things into your bag and rushed over to regroup with Sunghoon, who was already waiting for one of the lifts to arrive.
There was some distance between you and him—roughly around fifteen centimeters. You busied yourself in checking your phone, catching up on the messages and notifications you didn't managed to read, not when you were busy typing like your life depended on it.
Ding!
The lift in front of you announced its arrival with a soft 'ding!' sound and the doors opened. The two of you entered with Sunghoon pressing on the B2 button before it closed. Faint classical, jazz music started playing, acting as white noise. You had unconsciously moved to stand in the right corner of the small, cramped space, wanting to be as far away as him from possible.
The silence thickened further as the lift came to a stop, doors opening to reveal the car park located at the second basement of the company. You followed Sunghoon as the man walked over to where his car was parked—a sleek, obsidian-black Mercedes Benz S-Class sat under the dim lights. Its polished surface reflects the cold white glow from above.
He unlocked the car with a soft click, walking straight to the driver's seat without sparing you a glance. You hesitated for a second before moving to the passenger side, the door handle cool under your fingertips. The interior was just as pristine as the exterior—black leather, faint traces of a clean, subtle cologne lingering in the air.
All it took was a simple, gentle press of a button for the car to spring to life. The engine purred to life smoothly, barely making a sound as he pulled out of the lot. The city lights and everything else turned into a blur as he drove, slowly stepping down on the gas with the figure gradually increasing until he's driving at ninety kilometers per hour.
Music was playing from the radio as you looked out of the window, not wanting to look him in the eyes. It didn't help that Sunghoon knew your address by heart—something the younger him have very much proudly boasting at the top of his lungs. You dug your short, clean nails into your face, not caring by the fact that you're leaving indents behind.
You should say something. But what can you possibly say in such a tense, awkward situation? There were so many things you wanted to ask but whenever you opened your mouth, it was like your voice chose that moment to give up on you. There were many, many thoughts swirling around in your mind whenever you think back to the past.
How you could have had it all instead of what you're facing now.
Why did you leave without telling me? Am I not worth a text or a simple farewell? Why did you came back as a completely new person? Who are you now? What happened when you moved abroad?
Instead of asking any of those questions—the very same questions that had been lingering in the back of your mind for the past twenty plus years, the only word you managed to utter out was:
"Why?"
Sunghoon didn't react immediately nor did he even spared a glance, like you weren't worth his attention. You furrowed your eyebrows, now turning your head to him. You observed his side profile—his sharp jawline that can make your fingers bleed if you were to trace it, his slightly cracked and dry lips that were pursed in a thin line with his eyes fixated on the highway road ahead of him.
His silence added more fuel to the growing fire residing deep in you and you pushed on, unable to hold it back anymore.
"Why did you leave without telling me?"
A few seconds of silence passed. For a moment, you thought he would ignore you again, how he will pretend he didn't hear you. But you caught the way his grip tightened on the steering wheel. A subtle action that if it was anyone else, they would have missed it.
But not you. You weren't anyone else.
"You're asking questions about something that has already happened," he said in a flat tone, like he was stating a simple, obvious fact.
You stared at him, rendered speechless before huffing out a incredulous laugh. Sunghoon made a turn to his right, exiting the highway as he entered a street you were familiar with—you were reaching home.
"So that's it? You just leave, go off the grid for years and then come back like nothing happened? Is it wrong for me to care about you?"
His jaw muscles twitched faintly and as per always, he remained silent. And gods, his silence is starting to infuriate you further.
"You wouldn't understand," he replied after a beat, now in quieter and more distant tone.
You narrowed your eyes, fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and slapped him. "Then tell me! You can't expect me to understand when you refuse to say anything!"
The car came to a stop at a red light, the glow casting faint shadows across his face. And finally, he turned to look at you and you wished he didn't. Because there was nothing there. No warmth, no familiarity and gone was the boy you once knew by heart, soul and mind.
"I don't have to explain everything to you," he said, the words sharp and deliberate. Sharp enough for you to feel like you were slapped in the face, leaving a stinging, lingering pain behind.
You couldn't speak, staring at him. Your throat tightened, stomach curling and twisting into itself as he turned back to the road, stepping down on the gas when the light turned green. It's crystal clear the conversation has came to an end and you decided to drop it, not wanting to waste any more of your drained energy to argue with him.
The moment the car came to a stop outside your house, you were quick to jump out of the passenger side, unable to tolerate breathing in the same air as him. You grabbed your bag, slammed the door shut on purpose and stomped your way to your house with your house keys held in your left hand.
The door closed behind you and you tossed your bag onto the floor, not caring whether the content inside was damaged or not. You lowered yourself until you were in a squatting position, arms resting on your knees as you cried. You wept like a fresh new widow who lost her husband to the war when that was far from the truth.
You wept for someone who doesn't deserve your tears, time and attention. You wept for someone who no chose to move on from the past, facing the future with a brand new mindset. You wept for someone who could care less about you.
And if you spent the rest of the night sobbing your eyes out, then that's only for you to know and a secret to keep.
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"Welcome home, sir. Your brother and parents are waiting for you in the dining room," the head butler informed him, in lieu of a greeting, bowing at a sharp ninety-degrees with his gloved hands placed in front of him.
Sunghoon scowled, not bothering to conceal his dissatisfaction as he handed his blazer and tie to the butler, who promptly took it from his outstretched hand. He never liked coming back to a home occupied by his parents. It was always something to do with their long, rich heritage of the Park family in the business industry and how they are practically the backbone of most of the companies.
The man turned, heading to the flight of stairs that will lead to the second floor, having no intentions of meeting them, only to stop when someone called out his name, making him froze.
"Sunghoon."
Resisting the urge to outwardly roll his eyes, he turned to face his older brother—Park Jongseong. He felt like he got shot right in the chest, something ugly curling itself around his heart at how the other man wasn't alone. There was another woman standing close to him, a woman with a very familiar face and someone who he knew for a while now.
He stiffly nodded his head to the woman, who returned it with a warm, polite smile as she bowed slightly, one hand on her chest.
"Sunghoon, it's been a while. How have you been?" She asked.
He sighed, moving to descend the flight of stairs until he's in front of the couple with some distance between them. Sunghoon's eyes darted down to the matching rings they worn before flicking up, swallowing the bile threatening to rise up his throat. His features softened slightly—a rare side that only a selected percentage of people were able to see.
"I'm fine, just busy with work. You know how it is, Areum," he answered.
Areum nodded, her lips covered in a thin, glowing layer of lipgloss curled up in a faint smile. "I understand. I heard you've successfully closed a difficult case. Well done, as expected of Park Sunghoon."
Normally, if it was anyone else who uttered those words, they would've received a cold, piercing glare from him. But Areum was different. She's like the older sister Sunghoon never knew he needed. Someone reliable, mature and clear-headed. Well, there is his brother but between Jay and Areum, he often gravitated to the woman instead, mostly because she was much easier to talk to, as compared to the other, who never fails to take the chance to tease him endlessly.
He let out a light, soft and genuine chuckle. "Thanks, Areum. But it's not something worthy of praise."
And Jay being Jay, snorted from where he stood. "Damn, just take her compliment, would you? It's weird watching you acting all polite."
"Jay!"
Areum scolded her husband, reaching out to deliver a light but stinging smack to his shoulder, drawing a pained hiss from him. Sunghoon snickered, all smug and since he's younger than Jay, he playfully stuck his tongue out—acting like how they were when they were young. His brother resorted to scowling from where he stood while resisting the tempting urge to throw hands with his younger sibling.
Ahem.
Their brief playful moment was rudely interrupted by someone pointedly clearing their throat. The three turned to see it was none other than their father. The very same man who owns the estate they are currently standing in and the very same man who built an industry from nothing. People couldn't believed when they find out he's already in his early sixties due to his still youthful look. Unlike the usual man who's seen shaking hands with shareholders, wearing a warm and professional smile on his face, the man standing before his two sons is the real him.
His eyes jumped from one face to another before landing on Sunghoon's, who didn't flinch nor did he backed down from the sudden eye contact. Just like the younger man, his father had perfectly aced the art of mastering and concealing his emotions, not allowing anyone else to decipher how he truly feels.
"All of you, stop fooling around. You're not children anymore," he started, his voice deep, low and slightly rough around the edges and his gaze lingered longer than usual on Sunghoon.
Sunghoon sworn he saw something akin to frustration behind those pupils but it was gone when he blinked. Without waiting for their response, their father turned and headed to the dining room. The three of them took that as their cue to follow him, not wanting to further worsen his mood.
But then again, the man was always in a bad mood. Which gets even worse when he's around his family.
They eventually arrived at the dining room, which was just as imposing as the rest of the estate—spacious, pristine and formal. A long, polished rectangular-shaped table stretched across the center, its glossy surface reflecting the warm glow of the lights hanging from above. High-backed chairs were arranged with perfect symmetry, each one as uncomfortable as the other.
Everything was meticulously set. Fine porcelain plates, neatly folded linen napkins and silver cutlery aligned with exact precision—untouched, like it's for display purposes rather than anything else. The air felt still, heavy with an unspoken tension that no amount of luxury could softened.
Their mother sat on one of the chairs, allowing her to face the doorway as they entered, moving to take their respective seats without hesitation. Jay sat with Areum, occupying the two vacant chairs opposite of his mother while Sunghoon sat beside the older woman. The final chair that was placed at the head of the table belonged to none other than his father.
No one spoke a word for a few seconds before his father broke it, directing his focus and attention to Sunghoon.
"Sunghoon, you'll be getting married in four months."
The words landed without warning, like a bomb was dropped on him out of nowhere. There was no greetings or no small talks before they dived into the main dish. Sunghoon didn't react immediately, going as still as a statue. The only form of reaction he exerted was his fingers tightening against the table.
Beside him, his mother remained perfectly composed and unfazed, delicately lifting her glass of white wine, like they were discussing something as minor as the weather itself. His brother and wife, on the other hand, had the same reactions as Sunghoon. The couple shared a bewildered look and Jay shot Sunghoon a worried look, but the younger man didn't see it, staring at a random spot of the table.
His father continued, not caring about the storm of conflict happening in his mind. "The arrangements have been finalized. Her family are major shareholders of the company and it will be beneficial to both parties."
Sunghoon slowly exhaled through his nose, finally lifting his gaze to meet his father's. "I'm not interested."
The temperature in the room dropped, the air thickening further. His father's expression darkened, jaw tightening as he leaned back into his chair.
"You don't get to decide that."
"I'm not agreeing to this," his son replied calmly but firmly.
For a brief moment, something flickered in his father's eyes. It wasn't surprise but rather, it was irritation.
"No, you lost the right to make decisions for yourself the moment you strayed away from your responsibilities."
Sunghoon frowned but remained silent, knowing what his father was referring to.
"And we let it happened. Your mother and I were lenient, even when you've embarrassed this family, even when you refused to take over the company, forcing Jongseong to do it instead while you flew to another country. And all for what? To pursue something as trivial as law itself," the man went on, his voice sharpening the longer he spoke.
"We gave you years to correct. To redeem yourself. But it's clear you mistook that for freedom."
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes, clutching onto the utensils so tight until his knuckles turned white. It's a sheer miracle on its own that he didn't snap it into half with how strong his grip was.
"This marriage is the consequence of your actions. You will marry her and you will start acting in the best interest of this family. No more defiance and no more selfish decisions," his father finally ended, each word deliberate and as sharp as a knife.
It's clear the conversation has ended, with the finalized tone his father used—the kind of tone he used when he's standing in front of a board of directors in those meetings he kept attending. Sunghoon lowered his head, his bangs falling forward to shield his eyes as their private bulters and maids started serving them their food.
The previous tense dining room was now filled with the occasional clink-clanking of utensils against porcelain plates and bowls. Everyone ate while chatting among themselves. Everyone but Sunghoon. He has no appetite to eat, not after what he was just told. He hated how his mind constantly drifted back to a certain someone, how every time he looked at her, a part of him was tempted to apologize, to tell her how he felt nothing but utter remorse about everything.
About the way he treated her, brushing her and the rich-filled history they had aside, like it was nothing but mere memories. About how he didn't have a choice in the first place. About how he was forced to do this. It was either flying to another country or risked having his parents controlled his life, leaving him under the mercy of them.
And most importantly, about how he was scared to ruin everything if he were to confess the feelings he had been harboring for a long, long time.
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The weekend passed in a blink of an eye, much to every working adult's disappointment and it was Monday again. You paid your surroundings no mind, holding a cup of warm coffee you ordered from the cafe located opposite of the law firm as you entered the lift, getting squeezed to a corner with more and more people entering. You managed to alight at your designated floor but you barely managed to take more than ten steps before someone threw themself onto you.
"What the-!?" You exclaimed, nearly dropping your precious cup of coffee as you staggered, managing to catch your balance.
"(Name), you need to see this!"
Beomgyu said, ignoring the annoyed glare you threw his way. Before you could say anything, he had dragged you to his desk and Heeseung was already there, scrolling through his phone while eating his breakfast.
"What's up with him?" You asked, pointing at your other friend, who threw himself into his seat, opening the Internet browser and started typing something at rapid speed.
"I don't know, he texted me at six in the morning, telling me how I needs to see this as soon as possible. Dude didn't even bother answering my other questions," Heeseung replied after swallowing his mouthful of food.
You chuckled and took a slow sip of your hot coffee. Beomgyu took that moment to finally show you and Heeseung what was reflected on the screen. You moved closer, reading it over his shoulder. What you you didn't expect was to read the bold and large headline reflected on his desktop's screen, staring back at you, mocking and laughing at you.
The color drained from your face. You tuned out your surroundings until they were reduced to nothing but white noise—the murmurs of the people around you, the sound of footsteps back and forth, the sound of fingers flying across keyboards and the rustling of papers. The cup of coffee slipped from your loose grip, landing on the floor with a loud noise and the fragrant, brown liquid splattered everywhere.
Thankfully, your clothes were out of harm's way but the same couldn't be applied to your heels as some had landed on it. You hissed in pain when the hot liquid landed on your bare skin. Your friends were quick to jump into action. Beomgyu was quick to swipe the tissue box off his desk and handed it to you. You grabbed a few pieces, lifting your right leg to clean the coffee stains, watching as the pristine white tissues turned brown as it soaked up the liquid.
You did the same with your other leg while Heeseung picked up your now empty cup, disappearing to the pantry to toss it away before returning shortly with a mop and bucket that he had filled up with water. You were about to take the mop from him but the man shook his head.
"It's fine, I can do it," he waved you off before you could say a word.
Beomgyu rose to his feet, flashing you an apologetic look. "Shit, I'm sorry, (Name). Maybe I shouldn't have showed it to you."
You shook your head, flashing what you hoped was an reassuring smile to your friend. "You don't have to apologize, Gyu. I'll find out about it sooner or later so thanks for the heads-up."
The two men shared a quick glance. Beomgyu was about to say something when an unfamiliar, polite and unsure voice spoke up, gaining everyone's attention.
"Uh, hello? I'm looking for Park Sunghoon."
Who is she and why is she looking for him?
When you saw her, the first impression that came to your mind was how out of place she looked. Not in a bad way that makes her stood out like a sore thumb. It's different from the usual sharp, intimidating presence that fills the firm. There was a softness to her, something almost hesitant in the way she portrayed herself.
Her hair fell neatly past her shoulders in loose waves, a natural shade that framed her delicate features. Her eyes were sharp but right now, they were wide with uncertain and confusion, obviously lost while trying to locate her designated destination. She worn a cream-colored blouse tucked into a high-waisted skirt that fell just below her knees. The outfit was paired with modest heels, simple and refined.
But most importantly, it whispered quiet wealth rather than loudly announcing it to the world.
Before you could say anything or react, one of your colleagues had approached her. He was kind enough to show her the way, bringing her over to your superior's office. Your eyes tracked her movement until she was out of your sight, unaware of how you had even stopped breathing until Heeseung tapped your shoulder, a worried look on his face.
"You good?" He asked.
"Fine," you answered almost immediately, feeling your world tilting as you returned to your desk in a daze, ignoring how Heeseung called out your name.
You sat down, staring at your desktop and before you knew it, your limbs moved before your mind could processed it. You opened a tab on your Internet browser, typing something and tapped the enter button on your keyboard. You clicked on the first link you see, bringing you to an article—the very same article that Beomgyu showed earlier on.
The headline remained the same. The longer you stared at it, the more tempted you were to grab the nearest thing and throw it at the screen, as if that can magically wiped the article away from the Internet.
'Legal Prodigy Park Sunghoon Announces Engagement to Han Seo-yeon, Heiress to Major Shareholder Family—A Strategic Union That Shakes the Industry.'
You've never felt this much pain in your life where every time you inhaled, a part of your heart shattered. Where every time you think about him, tears welled up in your eyes and you have to swallow it down, the motion itself stiff, awkward and painful.
It's times like this where you get reminded that you may still be stuck in the past, replaying the memories over and over, like a broken cycle. But for Sunghoon, on the other hand, he had moved on, choosing to focus on the present and the future. Even if that meant getting engaged to a stranger with no intentions of telling you.
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Knock knock.
"Who is it?" Sunghoon asked, not lifting his gaze to the door as he continued reading the document laid out before him—the very same document that you had gave it to him last Friday.
"A woman is here to look for you, sir. She said she's Seoyeon," his personal assistant informed him through the internal lines.
He paused when he heard her name. "Let her in."
"As you wish, sir."
Shortly after, the woman—Soyeon entered with a warm, friendly smile on her face. Sunghoon sighed, leaning back into his seat as she stood on opposite of him, with his desk acting as a barrier between them.
"What are you doing here? I thought we agreed for no public appearances unless it's necessary," he asked in a deflated tone.
The woman lightheartedly rolled her eyes as she sat down, elegantly crossing one leg over the other while placing her bag on her lap. "I know, but your father was very persistent in forcing me to make a surprise visit to your office. So, here I am."
He scoffed at the mention of his father, tapping his fingers on the polished surface of his desk. "Did you see the article?"
Soyeon nodded, pursing her lips covered in a shiny layer of lip-gloss, in a thin line. "Yeah, my parents must've been the ones to tell the press so they can release it without telling either of us. I'm sorry about that."
Sunghoon ran a hand through his fluffy, black hair as he let out a long, heavy sigh. Faint exhaustion can be seen in his eyes and across his face.
"It's not like they're willing to inform us beforehand."
The woman eyed him with an unreadable look before asking a question that made his blood ran cold. "I saw her just now. She's very pretty."
The man froze for a second, clearing his throat in an attempt to look composed. "Who are you talking about?"
She lets out a light laugh. "You know who, Sunghoon. I'm talking about (Name). I saw her earlier and it's not hard to notice her. She has that charm that draws you to her without you knowing. I think she saw the article too, judging from the horrified look on her face when she saw me."
Sunghoon tongued the inside of his left cheek and his jaw tightened. "Why are you telling me this?"
Soyeon sighed, her tone switching to a rather motherly tone, like he's her son who's still learning about the world. "Because it's obvious you like her. Anyone with eyes can see that."
He flinched, very much like a cat that got splashed with cold, freezing water. "You're imagining things."
"Right, and I'm the president of Seoul," she dryly retorted.
For the rare, few times in his life, the legal associate didn't know how to react nor what to say. He resorted to narrowing his eyes, scowling and sulking like a child. Soyeon chuckled and rose from her seat, now holding her bag in her right hand.
"Anyway, would you like to join me for lunch?" She proposed, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
"I suppose, as long as it's not French cuisine again," he joked, rising to his full height while removing the glasses he worn, leaving it on the table as he grabbed his keys, phone and wallet from where the drawer underneath it.
Soyeon scoffed but the glimmer of amusement in her eyes said otherwise. "It's not my fault you're a man with no taste."
Sunghoon shot her an incredulous look, moving to open the door for her, allowing her to step out before he followed suit. "No taste? I'd like you to know I've dined in more than ten Michelin-Stars rated restaurants."
"Oh, is that so? Forgive me, my lord, for I must've struck a nerve," she sarcastically replied and Sunghoon chuckled.
Remembering something, Soyeon quickly slipped her hand into Sunghoon's right hand to intertwine their fingers together. The sudden contact and action made him glance at her from the corners of his eyes.
She flashed him a sympathetic, apologetic smile. "We're in public, so we have to sell it."
Something unreadable flickered across his face but it was gone when he blinked. He didn't like this—the arranged marriage they were put up with, how he's practically a pawn in whatever game both families are playing, being used like a tool. The two walked to the lift lobby together, hand in hand and his eyes automatically moved across the sea of people, searching for someone.
And he locked eyes with you.
You were at your desk, fingers poised over your keyboard while you were working on something that probably needs his attention whenever you're done. What made his heart tightened was how your eyes widened momentarily before returning to its usual size, how your eyes darted between his and Soyeon's face. He can practically imagined the loading logo floating on top of your head as you eventually connect the dots.
You were the first to break eye contact, snapping your head back to look at your screen, like you couldn't handle looking at him. Sunghoon dryly swallowed, allowing himself to be dragged by Soyeon as they entered the elevator that arrived at their floor.
If he has the ability to turn back time, he'd do it without hesitation. He'd do it to apologize, to amend the soon-to-be broken bridge between the two of you. And most importantly, to not be the reason for the amount of tears you've shed, especially when it's all because of him.
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"…llo? Earth to lover girl? Anyone home?"
You blinked, snapping back to reality. "What?"
Beomgyu sighed, waving his chopsticks around in a circular motion, speaking after he swallowed his mouthful of food.
"You weren't listening, were you? Lemme guess, you were too busy thinking about that uptight superior of yours. Seriously, I don't get what you see in him. Sure, he's handsome but compare to this," he paused to gesture at his own face with a cocky, arrogant grin that made you and Heeseung rolled your eyes, "that's nothing."
Beside him was Heeseung, who rubbed the space between his eyes as he muttered a string of words under his breath, no doubt saying his prayers. The three of you were currently having lunch at a famous ramen restaurant near your firm. You wanted to turn down the offer at first but your friends were persistent.
They (more like Beomgyu) kept begging and begging until you gave in, having to shush them (Beomgyu) when they let out a triumphant shriek, which brought you to your current situation. You let out a sigh, stirring the noodles in your bowl. You didn't have an appetite and every time your mind went back to seeing the woman and Sunghoon, you felt the urge to vomit right there and then.
Heat crept up the back of your neck with your ears turning red and warm.
"I wasn't thinking about him," you weakly defended yourself but the looks both men sent you said otherwise.
"Right, and I'm the future president. You looked like you were about to faint when you saw her," Beomgyu (un)helpfully pointed out, letting out a pained yelp when Heeseung roughly elbowed him from the side, nearly sending him toppling out of his seat.
You placed your chopsticks down after forcing yourself to take another bite, swallowing it before answering him.
"What am I supposed to think? I didn't expect he'd do this," you confessed, like you were admitting to a sin you committed.
Beomgyu shared a quick glance with Heeseung before speaking up. Unlike before, his voice no longer carries the casual joking and teasing tone. But rather, he sounds serious—an rare occurence that he only used when the time and situation called for it.
"(Name), I'm telling you this as a friend who's been with you for three years: you need to move on."
You visibly flinched, feeling like you were slapped right on your right cheek and getting an arrow directly shot into your chest. You looked down, staring at a random spot of the table as you avoided eye contact. Someone sighed—Heeseung. He reached out, placed his hand above yours and gave it a light, assuring squeeze. You lifted your head up at the action, meeting his doe-like eyes.
"Beomgyu's right. We've seen the effect Sunghoon has on you and we say this out of the goodness of our hearts, if you continue to live like this—choosing to stay in the past, trying to convince yourself or trying to defend him, then it'd only do you more harm than good," he explained in a soft tone, the kind of tone specially reserved when he's oh so gently giving advice to his colleagues.
"I—I wasn't defending him. I'm fine, I really am," you instinctively replied, trying to defend yourself.
The lie sounds hollow even to your own ears. Heeseung raised an eyebrow, never breaking eye contact as he tightened his grip on your hand.
"No, you're not."
Even though he's being gentle, it doesn't soften the blow at all. You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a flicker of frustration breaking through your facade.
"You don't get to decide that for me."
"I'm not. I'm telling you what I see."
You stubbornly shook your head, withdrawing your hand, the contact feeling too much with his heat lingering behind. "Both of you are overthinking. He's my boss now. Of course things are gonna feel and be weird. That's all there is to it."
"You know that's not the truth," Beomgyu cut in, his tone still serious and unwavering from Heeseung's left side.
You made a frustrated sound, head snapping to him. "Alright, why are both of you acting like I'm some kind of mess? I'm doing my job just fine, aren't I?"
"That's not the point," Heeseung softly pointed out but there was something else behind it. Something heavier and something you didn't want to acknowledge.
"You can function. You show up, do your work, act like everything's normal," he paused for a second before he continued and honestly, what he said next made you felt like you were punched right in the stomach, "but the moment his name comes up, you fall apart."
You parted your lips, opening and closing but you couldn't say a thing. Not when he's right. Not when he's speaking the truth. Not when he has caught you red-handed.
Heeseung pressed on at your silence. "I'm not saying this to hurt you. I'm saying this because I'm tired of watching you hurt yourself over someone who clearly doesn't care the way you do anymore."
"That's not—"
"Then what is it? Because from where we're standing, it looks like you're still holding onto someone who already let you go," he directly asked, not beating around the bush.
Your chest tightened, something twisting into itself painfully as you dropped your gaze to the table, defeated without knowing what else you can possibly say in a situation like this.
"I just…" You trailed off. "It's not that easy, alright? I'm trying. I really am."
"Nothing about love is ever easy," Beomgyu said, his voice softening now, nearly matching Heeseung's.
"We're not asking you to forget and get over him overnight. But you have to try. Really try. You have to stop giving him so much power over you," he continued and what he said next made your breath caught.
"You deserve someone better than him."
Your throat tightened, vision turning blurry around the corners. You rapidly blinked your eyes, trying to keep yourself together, trying not to burst out into tears, at a restaurant during lunchbreak with your friends sitting opposite of you. As much as you wanted to argue and to defend him, another part of you had finally gotten the closure you needed.
That they were right and maybe, just maybe, it is finally time for you to face the future with a brighter and clearer mind.
When lunch was over with you managing to finish your bowl of noodles, leaving the restaurant feeling lighter with your friends walking on both sides of you. Thankfully, no one bat an eye to your red, swollen and puffy eyes as you shrink into yourself, not wanting to gather any unwanted and unnecessary attention.
You returned to the firm, heading to your desk to grab a small pouch that holds your makeup and other necessities as you headed to the ladies to freshen up. What you didn't expect was for you to bump into someone that made you came to an abrupt halt, standing at the doorway. The woman stood before one of the mirrors, fixing her appearance when her eyes drifted to you, making eye contact via the mirror's surface.
"You must be (Name)," the woman said, her voice gentle and warm, eyes glimmering with something unreadable as she screwed the lid of her lipstick back on with an audible 'click' sound that echoed throughout the space.
You slowly nodded your head. "..Yeah, and you're Soyeon."
Sunghoon's fiance.
She—Soyeon, made a sound of acknowledgment, turning around on the spot to face you. She crossed her arms, the nail polish on her nails seem to glow under the lights from above. You caught the way she scanned you from head toe, like she's searching for something. Maybe it's your weakness. Maybe it's the way you're dressed or how you carried yourself.
Whatever it was, she seemed pleased and satisfied, like she had found something she was looking for.
"Yes I am. I've heard a lot about you and it's a great pleasure to finally meet you," she said, pushing herself off the counter she was leaning on, approaching you with her right hand stretched out.
You accepted the unspoken offer of a handshake, out of politeness and nothing else. You pointedly ignored how you were able to feel the smooth, cool surface of the ring pressed against your fingers during the brief handshake, being the first to drop your hand while clutching onto your pouch, like it has some sort of ability to defend you from her.
"Only good things I hope," you replied, the words all awkward and stiff, like you've forgotten how to speak.
The other woman chuckled, cocking her head to the side. The movement caused her earrings to sway side to side. "Of course, Sunghoon couldn't stop talking about you."
That sentence caught you off-guard. You owlishly blinked your eyes, looking at her like she had spoken in a different language or she had grown another head.
"S-Sunghoon talks about me?" You squeaked out, your voice unnaturally rising an octave, your ears and cheeks turning red, feeling unusually warm.
This time, she couldn't hold back her laughter. She bent forward, hands clutching her sides as she laughed—the sound was light, airy, full of joy and whimsical at its finest. You could only stare at her, not quite believing the woman standing right before you is the very same woman who's the daughter of a famous couple—couple who are none other than the law firm's key shareholders.
Eventually, Soyeon calmed down, straightening herself as she wiped the tears away from her eyes.
"Whew, you should've seen the look on your face. That was funny, but yes. Believe it or not, he does talk about you. Although, talking would be an understatement," she said, something mischievous glinted in her eyes.
You were confused, wanting to ask her what she meant by that but the sound of approaching footsteps and hushed voices caught your attention. Hearing this, Soyeon steeled herself and flashed you a warm, friendly smile.
"I'll see you around, (Name). And trust me when I say this: you should talk to him."
And just like that, she walked out without waiting for your response, leaving you standing there, mind reeling from the conversation you just had. The only things you gained from her was more confusion and of course, more questions than before.
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Days stretched to weeks with everyone being busy and swamped away by their never-ending workload. It's one of the peak periods, which meant more time spent slaving away at their respective desks, more time staring at screens until a migraine starts forming. For a certain legal associate who goes by the name of Park Sunghoon, that meant dealing with more cases, ranging from solving easy, simple cases to encountering the most mind-blowing and baffling cases he had seen in his entire life.
Being a legal associate is hard work and it's also a position Sunghoon took pride in. However, the same couldn't be applied to his family. Or more specifically, his parents. He remembered the day it happened—the very same day where he made up his mind to toss everything aside. His family's reputation, his time spent studying something he clearly has no interest in and the amount of money poured into him, shaping him to be the next successor of the company.
The whole thing happened when Sunghoon was nineteen. Not too young to be considered a child but not too old to be considered a fully-grown, mature adult yet. The thought had been lingering in the back of his mind for a few days now. He hasn't told anyone yet, not even his own flesh and blood. He didn't know when was the appropriate time for him to tell his parents.
What he does know however, is they will definitely be against it. Against his sudden, abrupt decision. He can already foresee it in his mind—their stupefied expressions followed by a mixture of feelings—betrayal, horror and disbelief. Betrayal at the fact that he dared to turn his back against his family. Horror at the bold, unexpected move he pulled. Disbelief as they couldn't fathomed the thought of their very own son, daring to go against the long history of a Park refusing to take over the family's business.
Sunghoon had long packed his things, putting his clothes, things and everything else into his luggage and carry-on. He had booked the tickets behind his parents back, using his own money and will be flying off tomorrow, first thing in the morning. The boy stood at the foot of his bed, staring at his opened luggage with an unreadable look on his face. All that left was to tell his parents and—
"Sunghoon? What are you doing?"
His shoulders tensed at the sound of his older brother's voice. He looked over his shoulder, noting the bewildered look on his face, his wide eyes rapidly darting between the opened luggage and Sunghoon. He caught the moment Jay connected the dots, eyes widening further with his lips parting.
Jay closed the distance in no more than five large strides, invading his brother's invisible personal space. He gripped onto the front of Sunghoon's shirt in a vice-like grip, wrinkling the fabric in the process.
"Can you oh so kindly tell me why there's a luggage on your floor and why does it look like you're about to do something reckless?" Jay demanded, his voice low and serious with him barely able to hold himself back from doing something reckless.
Sunghoon remained silent, eyes averted to the side, having no intention of wanting to face his brother. Jay clenched his jaw at the other's prolonged silence, further brunching his shirt between his fingers.
"Park Sunghoon, you better give me a damn good reason why you're doing this or I'm punching you in the face," he warned him.
Sunghoon sighed, reluctantly turning to face Jay. "I'm flying to Australia tomorrow morning, to study law."
Silence.
Jay stared at him, blinking his eyes once. Twice and thrice before his words fully sank in. The grip on his shirt loosened, his hands dropping and returned to his sides.
"..You're leaving? Is it forever?" He asked.
Sunghoon shook his head. "No, it's just for five years and I'll come back once I graduated. I've already booked the flight tickets and managed to get a dorm to stay on campus. Don't worry about me, Jay-ah."
Jay barked out a loud, incredulous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about you? How can you expect me to stay calm when you didn't tell me until now? Why didn't you say a thing? I'm your older brother!"
Sunghoon scoffed and crossed his arms defensively. "And what about it? Not once have you stood up for me when Father kept forcing me to learn about business. You knew I have no interest in it! You knew my heart was never there in the first place!"
Every sentence he spoke, his voice grew louder and louder until he was hollering at the top of his lungs. It's clear as day that he had been harboring these feelings for a long, long time—how he truly felt as the second son of the esteemed Park Family. Jay, on the other hand, stood rooted to the ground, speechless and startled by his outburst. Sunghoon took his silence as the green light to keep going, the lid long removed.
"Every time we bumped into each other in college, you pretend to not see me. It's like I'm some sort of embarrassment to you! What's so embarrassing about wanting something different from someone else? Whenever Father kept pressuring me, telling me that I need to study hard to be as smart as you, I wanted to tell him, to hell with your stupid company! You only cared about your own futures while forcing your son to work away, like he's a tool."
Jay's eyes widened. This is his first time witnessing Sunghoon's pure, raw and unfiltered fury. "Sunghoon, I—"
"No, you listen to me, hyung. I've tolerated him for eight years. Eight. Years. Eight years of listening to that man forcing me to do this and that, without caring what I truly wanted. Eight years of having to obey his words. It's either that or get disowned from the family."
He paused, letting out a humorless and shaky laugh. It's the kind of laughter that one does when they have lost all forms of hope and when they were being forced into a corner.
"So I decided to leave. I don't care if they are against it. I don't fucking care if they want to disown me. Let them do what they want. Nothing they say or do will stop me from pursuing my dreams," he ended his speech, voice firm and filled with firmness. The firmness of someone who had clearly made up his mind.
Silence.
Jay lets out a long, heavy sigh. His shoulders slumped in defeat with resignation written all over his face.
"…You're right, I've been a horrible brother to you. I wasn't there when you needed me, too caught up in my own world. I should've stepped in the moment I saw Father's persistent attempts to mold you into the son he wants. The type of leader he wants. But Sunghoon, for what it's worth, I'm proud of you."
The second son frowned, confused. "About what?"
Jay's features softened, stepping closer to pull him into a bone-crushing hug. He rested his chin on Sunghoon's right shoulder with his arms tightly wrapped around the other boy's figure.
"For having the courage to throw everything aside and to chase after your dreams. I'm sure you'd succeed and just know that I'll always be proud to call you my brother."
To put it shortly, their parents didn't take his decision well to heart—which wasn't surprising in the slightest. The two of them—Sunghoon and his father, argued like their lives depended on it. Hurtful words and creative insults were thrown at one another without hesitation. His father had the last word. What he said made the younger boy nearly see red.
"Fine. You can go but I want you to remember this for the rest of your life—whatever you do next is not your own decision. It will be decided by me and you have no say in this."
It took all of Sunghoon's self-restraint to hold himself back from saying things he couldn't take back, simply turning to stomp out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out. He didn't sleep that night, spending the rest of the hours tossing and turning while angrily shedding tears, staining his pillow.
Since his flight bounded to Australia is at seven in the morning, he needs to be at the airport by five latest. He left at three thirty, not wanting to spend another second or minute being under the same roof as his father. The entire house was fast asleep—the way he wanted it to be when he leaves for his flight.
He managed to book an Uber and left for the airport with his house getting smaller and smaller until it was out of his sight. And from that day onward, Sunghoon's Father never viewed him with pride anymore. But rather, it was with disappointment and frustration.
"Huh, never thought I'd see you here."
Sunghoon snapped back to reality, pulled away from his train of thoughts when a familiar voice spoke to him. He straightened himself, looked over his shoulder to see someone standing behind him. Someone who he never thought he'd see again. Not when their last interaction was in Australia.
"Jake? What are you doing here?" He breathed out, confused to see his friend standing right before him in the flesh.
The two were assigned as roommates during their five years spent at law school. They clicked immediately. They are the same age, have lots of common interests and it was also thanks to Jake's help that Sunghoon was able to read, write and speak English fluently. Living in a country that's English-only does that to a foreigner. They also made jokes about how they were fated and meant to be, due to how close they grew.
"I'm on vacation and decided to fly to Seoul. Didn't expect to bump into you though."
Jake smiled, his face brightening up along with as he plopped down into the high stool on Sunghoon's right, turning it to face him with one elbow resting on the countertop. The two men are in a bar. There was a live performance happening right now, with a live band playing—the jazz music they were playing does more than enough to set the mood.
The sounds of people chatting with one another, with the occasional glasses clinking and the sound of cutlery scrapping against the plates echoed in the air, making the bar sounds lively. Sunghoon is a frequent customer of this specific bar, to the point where the staff recognized him and already knew what his orders is with one look at his face.
It was close to nine when he entered the bar, mind lagging with his body starting to shut down after working overtime by spending hours reviewing documents followed by him preparing for a trial tomorrow. A trial for a very serious case, to be exact. Sunghoon sighed and Jake heard it, despite how their surroundings were loud.
"What's wrong man? You looked like you got dumped. I saw the news too," he said, pausing to wave the bartender over, placing his order in fluent Korean with a hint of Australian accent before continuing his sentence, "I didn't take you as the type to move on that quickly."
"It's not real," Sunghoon replied without missing a beat, staring at a random spot of the bar counter. He further elaborated when he felt Jake's inquistive gaze.
"What's not real? The marriage?"
He nods his head.
Jake remained silent as the bartender slide him his order, taking a sip from it before placing it back down on.
"What really happened, Sunghoon-ah? You know you can tell me anything," he asked in a softer tone, like he's talking to a stray, frightened cat he stumbled upon on the streets.
Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He absentmindedly caressed the sides of his shotglass.
"I didn't want to be like them, working in the business world and taking over my family's company. That's not what I want but my father refused to see it from my shoes. He didn't want my brother to take over, even though he has passion and interest in it. I, on the other hand, preferred to live in the world of law. I ended up going behind my parents' back, booking plane tickets and enrolling into a law school to fulfill my dreams of becoming a lawyer."
He paused, taking another swing of his alcohol, able to sense his friend's unwavering eyes on him the entire time. Sunghoon placed the now empty glass down, waving one of the staff over to refill it again. Jake noticed this, furrowing his eyebrows with faint disapproval written all over his face but he made no move to stop him. Not when it's clear the younger man needed this.
Once his shotglass was full, he wasted no time in downing it in one go for the second time, barely blinking against the strong taste of liquor going down his throat.
"I didn't tell anyone about my choice. Jay found out by accident and we argued. But he knew no matter what he says, he couldn't convinced me to rethink my decision. I ended up telling my parents and obviously it didn't went well. He ended up letting me go, as the tickets were booked. And then…"
His voice trailed off, starting to zone out with brief memories of the fateful dinner playing in his mind. Jake reached out, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder. The mere contact was enough to snap him out of his trance and he continued, shooting Jake a grateful look.
"And then, my father told me he had set me up for an arranged marriage. Her parents are major shareholders to the company, so the marriage will be helpful to everyone. Everyone except me," he sneered, the final word dripping with disdain that he didn't bother concealing.
Jake clicked his tongue. "Damn, that sucks. Thank god I'm not born into some uptight families." He paused when something hit him and his eyes widened slightly.
"Wait, if you're getting married soon, then what about her?" He questioned and Sunghoon knew who he's referring to, even without saying her name.
"There's nothing I can do anymore. She's just my trainee solicitor. Nothing more and nothing less," he retorted, words borderline slurring with his shotglass being refilled for the third time, to which he gulped it down without second thoughts.
"Yikes, that's harsh but is that what you want? To remain as her superior?" Jake pushed further.
Sunghoon side eyed him, the shotglass now being held in his left hand. "What are you trying to say?"
The previous, usual easygoing expression he had was gone, now replaced with something serious—a rare sight for someone like Jake.
"I'm saying, you're being an idiot."
Silence.
Sunghoon scoffed, snapping his head forward. The abrupt motion made his mind spins and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut while fighting against the sudden dizziness before reopening them again.
"Watch your mouth."
"No, you shut up and listen to me," his friend fired back, voice growing firmer now. "I may not work in the same firm as you but I know you, Sunghoon. I know what you're doing—you kept shutting her down, acting like she's just another employee, like she means nothing when she means everything to you."
He tightened his grip on his shotglass.
"I'm trying to protect her," he replied, but deep down, he knew that was nothing more than a pathetic lie and a weak, feeble excuse.
"Bullshit."
That one, singular word came out as sharp as a knife. Sunghoon glanced at him from the corner of his eyes but didn't say a thing.
Jake exhaled. "You can keep telling yourself that all you want but it doesn't change anything. Not for you and definitely not for her. What you're doing is a fucking coward move."
That got a reaction from him. Sunghoon's jaw muscle twitched, now gripping onto the shotglass while fighting against the urge to throw it at the wall.
"Sim Jaeyun, I'd watch my mouth if I were you," he warned him in a low tone.
"Why? Because I'm right? Because I struck a nerve?" Jake retorted, unfazed and showing no signs of backing down.
"You don't get to treat her like that just because things didn't go your way. She didn't do anything wrong, Sunghoon. If anything, she's the one who got screwed over when you left without a word, only to become someone she barely knew anymore, like you're nothing more than a stranger."
He remained silent, lips sealed shut but his silence was louder than any response. Jake softened, just a little though.
"Look, if you really don't feel anything towards her anymore, fine. Then act like a decent human being with some manners and give her the closure she needs. Talk to her. Tell her the truth."
Sunghoon looked away, choosing to look out of the windows instead. After all, that was easier said than done. If anything, he'd rather take the truth with him, even when he's on his deathbed.
"Don't just pretend she's nothing to you. Because whether you like it or not, she was something. And from the way you talked about her to that look in your eyes, something tells me you feel something towards her."
Jake paused, letting his words sink in before he speaks up again.
"You're getting married. Married. That's a lifelong bond you'll have and it's not with her. Do you think you can survive watching as she moved on, fall in love with someone else who isn't you?"
Sunghoon didn't respond, not wanting to think about that. The thought of you walking hand-in-hand with someone else, someone that's not him, looking at him with your smile—the same fucking smile that never failed to make his heart melt while giving them that soft, tender and loving gaze, was enough for bile to rise in his throat.
He didn't respond, mostly because he couldn't find the words in him to describe the amount of frustration, insecurity and the huge conflict he had been holding for the past few years. But the way he downed the next shot—faster than the rest, said more than enough.
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You were in the comfort of your couch while slurping instant noodles from a pot as you were catching up on one of your favorite shows when someone knocked on your door. It was faint, barely audible if not for the low volume of the show currently playing on the television. You froze, mouth opened, fork hanging in the air as you were about to take another bite of your noodles.
For a moment, you thought you were hearing things. You didn't move an inch and when it's quiet again, you shrugged it off and continued eating—
Knock knock.
Only for it to happen again. This time, it's louder than before. You sighed, placing your pot on the low coffee table before you as you got up, groaning at the numbness in your toes. You headed to the door, making the mistake of not checking through the peephole, unlocked and opened it. Out of everyone you expected, you didn't expect it to be him.
But he's not alone.
"You don't know me but I know you-Wait, that sounds creepy," the man who's clearly struggling to keep Sunghoon standing upright spoke up, only to mumble to himself under his breath.
You were able to detect the faint Aussie accent in his voice and how he strangely resemblances a dog. Or more specifically, a golden retriever. You stood by the doorway, one hand on the doorknob with your eyes jumping from the two men's faces.
"What happened to him?"
You asked, pointing at Sunghoon whose obviously not alright, considering the evident Asian flush he has, his half-lidded, glossed over eyes and how he's half-leaning and half-stumbling on the spot while trying not to fall face-flat into the hard, solid ground or knocked his head against the doorframe. Although, you would pay good money to see that happen.
Not that you'd wished that on your superior. (Spoiler alert: you definitely would.)
The man had a sheepish look on his face. "He didn't want to listen to me and got drunk."
"I can see that. But why did you bring him here?" You deadpanned.
"Because he kept saying your name."
Silence.
Your breath caught, left fingers curling in on itself as it rested by your side. You stared at Sunghoon, watching as his usual cool, composed and collected demeanor was torn down, now replaced with him drunk, body swaying side to side on the spot. This wasn't the superior you're used to seeing at work, the man who kept pushing you away and never failed to remind you of your position.
No, this is just Park Sunghoon in all of his glory. The raw, unfiltered version of him that you've never seen before.
"..I think you got the wrong person," you ended up saying, grabbing onto any last hopes to push him away. Heeseung and Beomgyu's words echoed in your mind—a reminder and a gentle push to the direction you're supposed to go.
The man arched an eyebrow, pulling out a phone—Sunghoon's phone, from his own pocket and turned the screen around, showing the lockscreen—Sunghoon's lockscreen. What you saw made the air left your lungs, like you were punched right in the guts.
It was you.
Not the current you, now employed and working in the law firm. But rather, the you eighteen years ago. The picture of you was taken with you mid-laughing, head slightly tilted back with your eyes crinkled in a way that made them disappeared completely. Sunlight hits your face at just the right angle, all soft and warm. It even managed to catch the stray, loose strands of your hair.
It wasn't a posed picture nor were you looking at the camera. Heck, you didn't even know it was taken.
"…He took this," You whispered, more to yourself than anyone else.
Your fingers twitched at the side. A strange, unfamiliar feeling settled itself in the depths of your stomach as you stared at the screen. You vividly remembered the day crystal clear. It was an ordinary, regular day, just like any other day there is in the year. You spent the entire day with Sunghoon—from chasing one another, to going to playgrounds or parks to walking home together at the end of the day.
But the same couldn't be applied to him. Just because it was ordinary to you, it wasn't to him. The man observed your expression and reaction carefully, something sharp glimmered in his eyes.
"Yeah. He did."
You remained silent, mind spinning with what you just seen. None of this make sense. The man you once knew—the one who looked at you like you were nothing, who spoke to you with tight politeness, drawing the lines between the two of you and occasionally being unreasonably harsh towards you, doesn't match this.
"Still think you're the wrong person?" The man asked in a gentle, knowing tone.
You parted your lips but couldn't find it in yourself to say a single word. Instead, you opened the door wider, moving to the side to give them space.
"..Come in."
The man—who goes by Jake, left after he set Sunghoon down on the couch. His annoyingly long legs nearly knocked your pot of noodles down to the floor if you didn't move it out of the way in the nick of time. And now, here you are—at eleven on what was supposed to be a peaceful Friday night for you to wind down from work, resulted in you getting an unexpected guest.
The guest being none other than Park Sunghoon himself.
It's clear he passed out the moment his head touched the cushion of the couch, falling asleep right there and then while remaining blissfully unaware of his surroundings or the fact that he wasn't in his own house. You stood by the foot of the couch, your show long forgotten as you looked down at the man in pure exasperation.
"Great, what do I do now?" You muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair, your brain struggling to think of your next move.
You left the living room, shortly returning afterwards with a damp towel held in your hands and a stack of neatly-folded oversize clothes. You moved closer, now standing closer to him as you bend over from your hips, reaching out to gently dap the towel on his face—an attempt to clean him up. He didn't stir much, allowing you to do as you pleased—much to your relief.
However, the relief didn't last long. When you moved the towel down to his neck, the fabric grazing against his sharp, precise jawline, he reacted. One moment you were on your knees. The next moment, you were being pulled upward. You let out a startled yelp, your vision turning sideways as the towel fell from your grip.
You let out a strangled "oof" when your face was awkwardly squashed into his neck with his arms securely wrapped around your figure, locking you in place as he hugged you, like a koala bear clinging onto its mother. Your hands were poised awkwardly in the air, like you're uncertain if you're allowed to touch him or not despite how Sunghoon is literally hugging you like there's no tomorrow.
Your mind blanked out when he pulled you closer, if that's even possible in the first place as he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows, like he's having a nightmare. You moved your head away as you placed one hand on the armrest of the couch while the other on the back, pushing yourself up with your knees on both sides of his thighs.
Your face was bright red when realization hits you at the rather… scandalous position you're in. It's almost like you're about to ri—
"No, this is fucking stupid. Get a grip of yourself," you muttered, wildly shaking your head side to side to get rid of any unwanted, distracting thoughts in your mind.
You picked up the towel, ready to walk away when Sunghoon's hand shot out to grab your wrist. Your shoulders tensed at the mere contact, freezing on the spot. You didn't dare to look at him, not wanting to see him wide awake and looking at you. And despite that, you decided to risk it and sneak a quick peak over your shoulder, only for you to heave a sigh of relief when you're greeted with the sight of Sunghoon sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.
You reached out with your free, clean and dry hand, ready to pry his hand away from your wrist when you saw his lips moved, almost like he was saying something. Curiosity getting the better of you, you inched closer, bending forward a little to hear him better and then—
"…Don't go…"
The words were barely audible, all slurred, fragile and weak, like they will shattered with just one simple push. You went as still as a statue, breath hitching and your heart did a somersault when his grip on your wrist tightened, just slightly, like he's afraid you might slipped away from him, even when he's asleep.
"…Just… stay… a little longer…"
What?
Your heart stuttered. It stopped beating for a moment when you fully registered the words he whispered. You knew he was merely talking in his sleep—something anyone can do. And besides, he's drunk. But as the saying goes, 'drunk words are sober thoughts', you hated how a small part of you felt hopeful—something you haven't felt for a long time.
"I…I didn't mean to…" He murmured, furrowing his thick eyebrows slightly, too deep into whatever dream he was having. "I thought… it'd be easier for you if I just…"
His voice and words trailed off, uncertainty seeping into them. You hated how you were waiting with bated breath, anticipation pumping through your veins, dying to know what he was planning to say next.
"..I still miss you…"
The silence that followed afterwards was heavy, thick and deafening. You couldn't hear anything else, other than your own loud, rapid beating of your heart that seems to echo throughout the four walls of your living room.
And just like that, everything you tried so hard to bury, to ignore and to convince yourself that the past doesn't matter anymore. Especially when you were about to embark on a journey, to start the slow, long-term process of moving on. All of it was washed down the drain and you've never been this conflicted in your entire life.
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What the? Where am I?
Sunghoon woke up to find himself laying on a couch that was too small for him. He looked around, noting the unfamiliar but familiar walls. The man pushed himself up, only to hiss when his head spins, causing him to stop as he clutched the side of his head, only shifting when the giddiness stopped. He sat up, groaning at the lingering backache from the uncomfortable position he slept in and it then hit him.
He's in your house.
"What the fuck happened?"
He murmured to himself, trying to recall the series of events leading to this but he came up empty. No matter how much he tried to think back, all he got was a blank space, hitting the dead end. Sunghoon clicked his tongue, annoyed at the wide gap in his memory. Before he could ponder over it, he heard the sound of soft footsteps coming from his right.
His muscles tensed up, already knowing who it was without looking back.
"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" You asked, acting like everything's perfectly fine and dandy when it's far from normal.
Sunghoon swallowed, clearing his throat as he pointedly faced the front, staring at the outline of his figure reflected on the blank television screen before him. "Better now, still have a slight hangover but I'd get over it. I should get going."
He hurriedly said the last sentence, not wanting to make you anymore uncomfortable. Or maybe, just maybe, he didn't want to give you the wrong idea. The wrong idea that there's something between the two of you. If he listened closely, he can imagine Jake going off at him again, probably telling him off about how stupid he is but he quickly shoved his friend out of the window.
You stopped, now entering his sights and you slowly turned on the spot to face him. His eyes flicked to your direction, only for him to do a double-take when he realized you had dressed up more than usual. Even more than you during working hours. Sunghoon couldn't helped with the way he scanned you from head to toe with his eyes, taking in your figure, forgoing the thought of being subtle.
You worn a soft, form-fitting dress in a muted pastel shade that complemented your figure perfectly, the fabric hugging your waist before elegantly falling to just above your knees. The neckline was modest but the way it framed your collarbones along with a silver necklace resting just above, drew attention without trying.
A light cardigan loosely hung off your shoulders, sleeves pushed up to your arms, giving you a soft and almost effortless look. Your heels were simple, not too high or low but enough to add a hint of confidence from where you stood. Your hair wasn't how it was at work and one look was enough to tell him that you had styled it, with soft waves framing your face, catching the light whenever you moved.
It makes you looked…
Sunghoon swallowed for the second time.
Stunning.
There was no other word for it and he hated how the thought immediately came to him. He's so caught-up in his mini staring game that he wasn't aware you had noticed it. Noticed how his gaze lingered longer than usual. Noticed how his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Lips that were covered in a noticeable, glossy shade of lip-gloss. Lips that looked kissable.
To be more specific, lips that he wants to kiss.
You frowned at the prolonged silence and how he kept staring at you. "Is there something wrong?"
No. Yes. You look beautiful. Stay here with me. I'm sorry for how I've treated you. Please come back to me.
Instead of saying any of those sentences, he asked a question instead, with the words slipping from his mouth before his still half-asleep brain could processed it.
"Where are you going?"
Silence.
Sunghoon internally cursed at himself the moment it slipped. You paused, body already angled towards the door, only to freeze when his voice pierced through the silence. You looked over your shoulder, confusion written all over your face. And gods, he desperately wished he can just get up, closed the distance and kissed you until you're gasping for air, until you're begging for him and until you didn't want to leave anymore.
But he held himself back, which proved to be a difficult task for someone who always keep his cool. Not when it comes to you though.
"Uh, I'm going out. Why?"
"With who?"
Not when you're dressed like that. Dressed like you're the main character and how you're gonna draw attention from everyone. Everyone who's not me.
He saw the way you narrowed your eyes and how you ran your thumb over your knuckles—something you do when you managed to pick up something about him. Up to now, it felt like you have some sort of hidden, secret ability to read his thoughts. Like you're a mind-reader and honestly, if you truly were, it will make his life so much easier—not that he'd dare to say it out loud.
"Why are you asking?" You fired back with a question of your own.
Sunghoon stubbornly remained silent—his signature move and you scoffed, making a show of rolling your eyes.
"I'm going out with Heeseung. We're gonna have lunch."
The moment those words left your mouth, something in the air shifted. It was small but it was unmistakable. The air thickened, so thick that one can sliced it apart with a mere butter knife. His eyes darkened a shade, now resting his elbows on his thighs with his legs spread slightly. He intertwined his fingers together—to prevent himself from doing something as reckless as kissing you right there and then.
He exhaled through his nose and looked to the side. "Right. Of course."
Even though he muttered it under his breath, you caught it. Of course you did. You swallowed the sudden rise of irritation that shot up when you heard his words. You crossed your arms, tapping your fingers on your arms while boring holes into his head. If looks could kill, he would've died on the spot.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, sounding defensive but you couldn't help it.
"Nothing," he snapped, his tone cold and harsh—exactly how he sounds like in the office.
In a poor, feeble attempt to distract himself, Sunghoon stood up and ran a hand through his messy hair. He looked everywhere but you, like it's painful for him for his eyes to land on you. And to him, it is painful. Painful that you actually put in effort to meet someone. Most importantly, it's another man. He knows you and Heeseung are close, often seeing the two of you hanging out together whenever Beomgyu was too busy with work.
He remembered watching from wherever he was with a tight jaw, a vice-like grip until his knuckles were turning white, as you conversed with Heeseung. Sunghoon couldn't do anything but to watch, like a bystander, as someone made you laughed until you were shedding tears, until you were gasping and wheezing for breath, until your entire face lits up the entire room—
"I wasn't aware you have plans," he added after a moment, his tone forced into something neutral but the tightness in his voice gave it away.
You didn't catch it, too busy trying not to lose your mind at how weird he's acting. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know I'm supposed to report my schedule outside of work to you."
It's clear you were being sarcastic and honestly, you weren't in the wrong. Sunghoon looked out of the window, noting how blue the sky looks today. He hated how his heart tightened with ache at your bluntess, at how you didn't hesitate to stand your ground. But that was one of the many things he loved about you.
"..Right."
He said quietly and he should stop there. Should let you get going but there was another part of him. Another small, selfish part that wants to keep you here, in the same room as him, as long as possible. Forget Heeseung.
"And you dressed up for that?"
A wave of regret hits him immediately after that. He should say something but it was too late. The damage was already done. You gawked at him, mouth wide open with a mixture of emotions written all over your face—anger, frustration and most importantly, disbelief.
Sunghoon sank his teeth into his bottom lip, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants to hide how he had curled them into tight fists, actively restraining himself.
"What the fuck are you trying to say? God forbid me from wanting to dress up. It's not like we're going on a date," you retorted, shoulders trembling in rage with the flames gradually rising.
Sunghoon glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and looked away. "..Whatever, it's none of my business. Go on. I won't hold you back any longer. I can see myself out."
You stared at him, rendered speechless with his rude, cold behavior.
"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you!? You should be grateful that I even let you into my house in the first place. If not for Jake, you would've been lying on the streets. But since you don't care about anything other than work and that fiance of yours, what else do I really have to say?"
You sneered, pausing for a second to let the words sink in before you continued, practically spatting them out, like the words are nothing but toxic venom. And Sunghoon can feel your hatred just from those words alone.
"This is the last time we'd be seeing one another out of work. Never ever try and talk to me again. Good fucking bye, Park Sunghoon. You're a fucking asshole and I hope you know that."
You didn't wait for his response, spinning to stomp out of your house, aggressively slamming the door shut with a loud, ferocious force that it's a miracle it's still attached to the hinges. Once you were gone, Sunghoon collapsed into the couch. He covered his face with his hands and groaned, the sound muffled and full of nothing but pure agony.
"What have I done?"
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You started avoiding Sunghoon ever since then but it was easier said than done. The fact that you're working in the same firm is one thing. But the other fact that you directly report to him is another different thing. However, you weren't blind to notice the small but gradual changes about him.
One good example will be when you were pulling another all-nighter, trying to read through the countless and seemingly never-ending case files spread out before your desk. Sunghoon had accepted a case but unlike any other cases, this was probably the most baffling case you laid your eyes on in your entire life.
At first glance, it was simple—just another hit-and-run case. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. It was thanks to Sunghoon who discovered something was amiss when he read through the report, constantly replaying the CCTV footage he managed to get a hold on, again and again like a broken cycle and that's when it hits him.
"Your report is missing something," he spoke up out of the blue.
After sitting in silence for the past few hours or so in Sunghoon's office, you jerked in your seat when he said that sentence, horribly catching you off-guard. It didn't help that you were exhausted as well, fighting the urge to fall asleep right there and then.
"What is?" You asked, confused.
"The accident was reported at 11.42pm but she passed the intersection at 11.39pm."
You blinked, still not following along. You watched as Sunghoon grabbed a pen and flipped the document to the other end, writing down the timestamps in neat, precise strokes. You had to wheel your chair towards his desk to get a closer look.
"There's a three minutes difference. That's barely enough time for impact, panic and escape, especially on a road with traffic lights and cameras."
Your eyes widened when you started to connect the dots. "…Unless she didn't stop."
"She would've had to slow down at the junction, no matter what," he pointed out.
"So the timeline is off," you concluded.
Sunghoon nodded in agreement, locking eyes with you. "Yes, and that it's done by someone else."
For some reason, you didn't look away from him, like you were having your own moment—just like those moments shared between the two leads in a Kdrama. Time seemed to slow down with everything coming to a stop. You caught the way his eyes flicked down to your parted lips. For a split second, you thought he was about to do something reckless but instead, he broke eye contact and pointedly cleared his throat.
"Let's stop here for today. I'll drop you off since it's late," he said, voice tense.
You mutely nodded, moving to pack your things while replaying the brief moment you had in your mind. You weren't sure why but maybe it was the way he looked at you. Maybe it was that certain look in his eyes. Whatever the actual reason was, you couldn't put a finger on it and you shrugged it off, not wanting to think twice about it.
What you didn't know however, was that was just the start. The start of Sunghoon attempting to redeem himself.
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Another example happened one week later, after the trial was successful in Sunghoon's favor. The client—a woman, was on cloud nine, profusely thanking him and you for saving her life. You had to swallow the sudden surge of irritation when the woman boldly embraced him while shedding happy tears. You knew the gesture doesn't mean anything and how she did it out of pure gratitude.
But that doesn't mean you were blind to how something ugly made itself known as it curled around your heart before sinking its claws in. Something painfully similar to jealousy.
You're being stupid. Why are you getting jealous? It's not like you're his fucking girlfriend.
You shook your head to clear your mind of the distracting thoughts, not wanting it to further ruin or dampen your mood. You felt something sharp being lodged deep in your heart when she rested her hand on his arm, fingers spread out, like she wants to touch more of him. The last straw comes in the form of her stepping closer, invading his invisible personal space and how he stiffened—a subtle move that didn't went unnoticed by you, made you stepped forward.
"Excuse me, Mam, we have somewhere else to be, so if you could excuse us," you loudly said, gathering the attention of the people around you as they looked at you with matching curious stares.
You smoothly inserted yourself in between the woman and Sunghoon. To anyone else, it would be an amusing sight—for you're shorter than your superior and compared to him—someone who often goes to the gym twice per week, he gives off the appearance of someone who knows how to handle himself. You didn't turn around to face him, already able to visualize his surprise with how you rescued him.
The woman was stunned, owlishly blinking her eyes a few times, evidently flustered. She then lets out a strangled, forced laughter, pretending everything was fine when it's not.
"Oh, right, sorry about that. If that's the case, then I won't keep you waiting," she said, bowing slightly before excusing herself, walking away with her face bright red in shame.
You spun around, glaring at Sunghoon and scoffed when you made eye contact. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Like the way you used to, back when we were kids.
Your lips remained sealed shut, not wanting nor having the courage to utter those words out loud.
"..Forget it, let's go. We have another case on our hands," you muttered, walking past him with him easily matching your pace. Even when you refused to glance at him, you can feel the intensity of his firm, unwavering gaze.
Maybe it was the trick of the light or maybe your vision is starting to deteriorate but you sworn you saw something akin to softness when you risked a glance at him as both of you walked side by side. If Sunghoon stepped closer until the fabric of your blazers brushed against one another and how you didn't step away, then that was your secret to keep.
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The last and final example took place at a company dinner that took place at a five-stars hotel. Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when you arrived with Heeseung and Beomgyu, unable to believe what you were looking at. Beomgyu was the first to react as the three of you entered the lobby, following the directions provided to one of the major event rooms where the dinner will be taking place.
"Jeez, I know the company's rich but not this rich!" He hissed under his breath, eyes wildly darting left and right, trying to take in the grand and majestic hallways he's in.
Heeseung nodded along. "Yeah, but didn't the email stated the purpose of the company dinner was to thank everyone for their hard work?"
You couldn't help but scoffed, looping your hands through both Heeseung and Beomgyu's arms as you dragged the two men to the designated room, with the guards letting you in.
"Alright gentlemen, let's not talk about work after hours. Let's just eat and enjoy the moment, shall we? Free food is food," you said.
One look around was enough to know whoever was in-charge of the decorations, they had gone over the top. The hall was breathtaking—high ceilings draped with cascading chandeliers that covered the entire room in a warm, golden glow. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined on one side, revealing the city skyline as it glittered like a sea of stars.
Round tables occupied the floor in pristine white linen with each centerpiece adorned with different kinds of fresh flowers and delicate glass ornaments that caught the light here and there. Along the far end was where your destination was, waiting for you—the long spread of food that seems to stretch almost endlessly.
It has everything—from gourmet canapes to full-course dishes plated like pieces of art. Soft classical music instrument played in the background from a live band, perfectly setting the mood and it was loud enough to fill the silence without countering the chatters. Everyone put on their best outfits for tonight's dinner—tailored suits, elegant dresses and polished shoes that clicked against the marbled, polished floor.
Laughter came here and there as people mingled among themselves, talking about everything and anything at the same time. Unlike the usual stiff, tense and fast-paced atmosphere everyone was used to, this was more softer, relaxed and lighter. It felt like a much-needed break to everyone, considering how hard they had worked.
"I don't think insane is enough to describe all of this," Beomgyu continued, grabbing a plate for himself as he greedily helped himself to the wide selection of food, filling his plate up in no time.
You snorted as you grabbed a plate for yourself, walking behind him with Heeseung behind you. "Told you so. Less thinking and more eating. We gotta eat our salaries' worth."
Heeseung laughed, the most relaxed as compared to the two of you as he grabbed some food here and there. "I swear, both of you are unbelievable."
Beomgyu was about to retort with something when a group of colleagues standing nearby shouted his name. He turned to them before back to you and Heeseung, looking conflicted, like he doesn't want to leave the two of you alone. You made the choice for him, shooing him away, like he's some sort of pest.
"Go on, we'll be fine. Just find us whenever you're done," you said.
Beomgyu dramatically gasped, placing his free hand over his chest. "You traitor!"
He exclaimed as he was being dragged towards the group of colleagues who had been eagerly waiting for him, excitedly slapping him on the back. You and Heeseung watched from the sidelines as he effortlessly fall into their conversation within seconds, blending in with them, like the true social butterfly he is.
Heeseung sighed, shaking his head while taking a bite of his food. "Poor guy. Let's hope he's still sober by the time it's over."
You let out a sudden, loud laugh, startling the people around you and slapped a hand over your mouth. "I don't know about that. I think he'd be gone before it ended."
At that, the two of you walked around the room while chatting with other people, exchanging small talks or catching up with colleagues from different departments. It's easy like this—allowing you to temporarily escaped from reality as you chatted about anything but work. It's the kind of conversations that comes naturally, without the weight you had been carrying for the past few days.
Eventually, Heeseung oh so kindly led you to one of the tables for you to sit down, take a breather and relaxed your legs. You practically heaved a sigh of relief the moment you sat down, leaning over to rub at your slightly swollen feet.
"Maybe it was a bad choice for me to wear heels," you complained, straightening yourself as you leaned back into the chair, holding your plate with your left finger while trying to finish the remains on your plate.
Your friend chuckled, diagonally sitting on your left with one leg crossed over the other. "You could've worn sneakers and no one would've bat an eye."
You gasped, shooting him an incredulous look. "That would ruin my outfit!" You gestured to yourself. Just like the other ladies, you were dressed in a dress that fits the guidelines of the company dinner.
It's a sleeveless black dress with the hem reaching just above your knees. The length itself is modest enough but the way it hugged your body in the right areas was enough to gather stares with some daring to look longer than usual. You may not have noticed it—the effect you have but the same doesn't apply to a certain someone.
Someone who had been watching you the entire time, right from the moment you stepped into the room. Sunghoon nearly dropped his glass of half drank white wine when you entered, feeling his breath leaving his lungs. His mind blanked out at how stunning you looked, easily drawing everyone's eyes onto your approaching figure, whether they knew it or not.
That's another thing Sunghoon loved about you—how you're able to capture the entire room's attention without lifting a finger. He watched with a tight jaw, hands nearly snapping the glass into half in his vice-like grip as you were deeply engrossed in a conversation with Heeseung. From where he stood, he was able to get a clear view of how you leaned in slightly to say something into the man's ear, followed by you laughing as you covered your mouth with your hand after he made a joke.
Seriously, is he really that funny?
Sunghoon sulked, downing the rest of the wine in one go, not even flinching when someone threw an arm around his shoulders. He didn't have to turn to know who it was, for there was only one person who dares to lay a hand on him.
"Damn, you're beyond whipped, lover boy. Stop glaring and do something already. Did you remember what I told you?" Jake snickered, earning a nasty, signature side eye from the pale man.
"I know, I tried to make up for it by starting small," he replied, recounting the small, little but precise moments that happened with you to Jake—how he drove you home, how he stood up for you and how he didn't raise his voice at you, point out your mistakes and the list goes on.
His friend whistled, impressed once he was done. "Damn, didn't know the Park Sunghoon is capable of putting in effort in something that's not related to work."
He groaned. "Jake."
"Right, my bad man. So, when are you gonna man up and talk to her?"
Sunghoon went silent, eyes automatically and unconsciously drifting towards you, watching as you were now telling Heeseung something while wildly flailing your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken as you were retelling what seemed to be a thrilling story, judging from the starry look in your eyes and how they were practically glowing.
When was the last time you looked at him like that?
Sunghoon sighed, robotically facing the front while swiping off another glass of white wine from a tray of a passing waiter. He swirled the glass, watching as the colorless liquid sloshed around before taking a slow, deliberate sip.
"…Not yet, Jake. I don't want to mess this up."
Jake rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Really? That sounds like an excuse than anything else. You know what it sounds like? It sounds like you're scared. And that you're a fucking coward."
"You've already said it before at the bar."
"Yeah, but it's clear nothing has changed. Which is why I'm repeating what I said before. Park Sunghoon, get your fucking shit together before you lose her. Forever. Once you're married, you can't go back anymore."
"I know that!" Sunghoon snapped. His sudden outburst drew the attention of the people around him but they didn't think twice, returning to their respective conversations.
"I know I'm a coward but what am I supposed to do, huh!? Tell me! How does one even tell someone he truly love and cherish with his entire heart that they are sorry for the things they have done and said? Do you know how painful it was for me to get through every day, when she's so fucking close but so far from me!?"
Jake's eyes widened, cursing under his breath as he looked around, to see more and more people were now looking in their direction.
"Uh Sunghoon, you might wanna lower do—"
"Do you have any idea how much I want to apologize to her, wishing I could turn back time, go back to the past where everything was fine, just like the way it used to be? How I didn't want any of these? How I didn't want anything else but just (Name) by my side? That's all that I care about!"
"Sun—"
"Then tell me, why the fuck am I still standing here doing nothing!?" His voice cracked at the end, louder than he intended—whether he knew it or not.
Silence.
"Sunghoon."
Your voice cut through everything, as sharp as a dagger but it's clear and unmistakably yours. His breath hitched in his throat, fully turning around and there you were, standing just a few feet away from him with an unreadable look on your face. He couldn't helped but wondered if this was how you felt while trying to decipher his feelings but the thought was kicked out of his mind when you approached him, closing the distance in no more than six large strides.
Your hand shot out, grabbed his wrist. The sudden contact made him flinched, startled and his eyes snapped down.
"Come with me."
It wasn't a request but rather, it was a demand—giving him a sense of deja vu. But Sunghoon didn't resist or say anything. He allowed himself to be pulled through the gathered crowd, turning a blind eye to the multiple, curious stares and the whispers following you like a shadow. Jake remained silent, watching from where he stood. He can only prayed that whatever happens next won't end up on the news.
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You didn't stop walking until you reached a secluded corner of the long hallway, until you were far enough that the noise from the dinner event was reduced to nothing but a distant hum. You came to a stop, dropping his hand and sharply turned to face him. Your chest rose and fall, the emotions you had buried for so long were clawing their way back to the surface, threatening to break free.
"Park Sunghoon, what the hell was that all about?" You demanded, your voice low but borderline shaking.
The man—your childhood friend didn't respond. He simply stared at you, like he hasn't seen you in years, like you were something he wasn't sure he was allowed to look at, like you were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. And that whatever was happening right now, is nothing more than a dream.
You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms hard enough to leave indents behind. "I asked you a question. Answer. Me."
He swallowed. "…You weren't supposed to hear that."
You stared at him and let out a disbelief laugh, the sound wreck, sharp and fragile. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I have covered my ears and let you yell your feelings out in the middle of a company dinner?"
"That's not—" He stopped himself mid-sentence, exhaling in frustration. "That's not what I meant."
"Then what is it? I don't know about you but it sounds pretty clear to me," you shot back, stepping closer now. Your eyes were glowing with flames of anger, like you're desperately trying to rip the truth out of him.
Silence.
It stretched until you were about to walk away when—
"I'm sorry."
The words were quiet, barely above a whisper. And yet, they hit you harder than any of his previous cold, ruthless words. You froze, heart nearly stopped beating in your chest when you heard it. You thought your ears were playing tricks on you and that you were mishearing things.
"…What?"
"I'm sorry. For everything," he repeated, his voice much steadier this time but it's still packed with the same amount of rawness.
You narrowed your eyes, your fight mode instinctively kicking in. It was one, last and final attempt to distance yourself before you dug a deeper grave for yourself.
"No. No, you don't get to do that now," you said, frantically shaking your head as you took a small step back.
"(Name), I know I don't deser—"
"Don't say my name or anything else. You don't get to just fucking stand there and say sorry like it fixes anything," you interrupted him.
"I know it doesn't fix anything."
"Then why not!? Why now, Sunghoon? After everything you've done. After the way you treated me, you suddenly what? Feel gulity? You think your pathetic apology can mend everything? Can it bring back the past!?"
Your voice cracked, leaving you to shriek and scream at the top of your lungs in the hallway. You no longer cared about maintaining professionalism, not when you're in front of the man who had seen you at your worst and best. Not in front of the man who you came to love with your entire soul, only for him to toss you aside, like you were nothing. Like you weren't worthy.
He flinched—such a small movement but you saw it.
"You're right, I apologize because I felt gulity," he admitted, his voice low and defeated.
Your breath caught.
"And because Jake's right. If I don't do something now, I'll lose you forever. And honestly? That fucking terrifies me," he continued, running a hand through his hair in frustration, messing it up in the process.
The pure, raw and unfiltered honesty made your heart skipped a beat and your breath stuttered in your throat. But you didn't let it show, refusing to show him the effect he still has on you, much to your disappointment.
"You didn't seem scared when you treated me like I meant nothing. Or when I was just another employee," you pointed out, each word deliberate, like you had taken great care to choose them out of the entire dictonary.
"I was a coward."
You blinked, not expecting the sudden confession. "Yeah, you are one. Why did you do that? Why did you pushed me away, looked at me like I'm nothing? Like I'm just another employee?"
The man lets out a shaky breath, the sound itself so painful and raw it made you want to step closer to hug him. But you held yourself back.
"I thought if I do that, you'd be able to find someone better. Someone who deserves your love, your smile, your kindness, your attention and everything about you. I.. I don't deserve you."
You let out a bitter, broken laugh as you felt something warm and salty stinging your eyes, blurring your vision slightly. Sunghoon faltered at the sight of your face and he stepped forward, slow and careful. When it's clear you're letting him move closer, he took another step, one move at a time.
"Who do you think you are?" You croaked out.
The man stilled, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "I—"
"No, shut up and listen. Who do you think you are, thinking that I don't deserve you? What makes you think that way, huh? Did God told you all of those and you decided to went along with it? Willingly? You don't get to make my choices on my behalf," you started, closing the distance to forcefully jab your finger into his chest as you hissed at him.
Sunghoon's expression broke. "(Name)—"
"You don't know what I've been through because of you. I couldn't stopped crying every night after work. I kept asking myself: just when did everything go wrong? Was I the one at fault? What can I do to make up for it? What can I do to make him look at me again, just like the way he used to? No matter how much I think, I couldn't think of anything! You left without telling me and came back, looking like a completely different person."
You paused, letting your words sink in before you continued.
"My friends told me to move on."
This time, it was his turn for his breath to stutter. "..What?"
You weakly nodded your head, tears now freely rolling down your cheeks. Sunghoon's hands twitched, tempted to reach out to wipe them away but he restrained himself. Not yet.
"They said I don't deserve you, that I deserve someone better."
He looked away, jaw tight and clenched. "They're right."
You made a sound of frustration, reaching out to grab his face, turning him so he can see you. "I don't care what anyone has to say! I've already made up my choice!"
"Your choice? Wait, you mean—"
"Yes! For fuck's sake, you're the only person I want! I don't want anyone else but you!" You exclaimed, heaving to catch your breath after you quite and literally, confessed your feelings in a hallway.
Sunghoon stared at you, lips parted, dumbfounded and rendered speechless. "I—You love me? For my personality?"
You rolled your eyes. "Ye—!"
You weren't given a chance to finish your sentence, barely getting the word out when he cut you off by crashing his lips against yours. Sunghoon expertly moved his hands—one hand supporting the back of your neck while the other pulled you in by your waist, until you're directly pressed chest-to-chest.
Your mind blanked out with you stilling in his arms, only for your eyelids to flutter shut as you returned the kiss, sighing into his mouth. He greedily swallowed the sound, shuddering when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The kiss was slow and languid, like you're trying to convey your true feelings to one another.
I'm sorry. I really am.
Thank you for choosing me.
Despite everything, it's still you. It will always be you.
I love you. I really do.
You ended up breaking the kiss but you didn't pull away completely, resting your forehead against his with your noses grazing against one another. You opened your eyes, to see he was already looking at you. Unlike before, when his gaze was cold, blank and emotionless, this was full of nothing but pure love and adoration. It's enough for your heart to soar, spreading its invisible wings.
"Really? Did you really mean what you say?" He murmured, eyes darting between your eyes and your parted lips.
You chuckled. "Yeah, I mean it. I love you, Sunghoon."
He groaned, the sound low and dangerous. Hearing it does something to you, making heat pooled in your stomach. You attempted to rub your thighs together but he was faster. Without wasting time, he carried you bridal-style in his arms. You squeaked, throwing your arms around him as he walked with purpose, heading to where the elevators are.
"What are you doing!? Put me down!" You hissed, looking around and thankfully, there wasn't anyone around to see you in such a humiliating state.
He paid you no mind, jamming his finger into the Up button. The lift in front of him opened and he wasted no time in entering. Sunghoon pressed one of the many floors of the hotel. He didn't even wait for the doors to close, already crowding you against the wall to kiss you again. His firm, tall and strong body easily held you upright as he steals your breath away.
"W-Wait-hngh-s-stop-hah," you wetly and openly panted against his mouth. Your hands rested on his chest, fingers straining as you tried to push him away but it's futile, with his strength completely overwhelming yours.
He blindly grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one hand, holding you in place. None of you cared that you're in an elevator, a semi-public place or how the camera was able to capture every heated moment shared by the two of you. Sunghoon sworn under his breath, his free hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your dress up in the process.
His touch made your skin warm, leaving nothing but a tingling sensation and goosebumps behind in his wake. You gasped into his mouth when he toyed with the hem of your nude stockings, tugging on the thin fabric before letting it go. The fabric snapped against your skin, causing you to jolt on the spot. You sworn you felt him smirked against your lips at your reaction.
Ding!
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Fortunately for you, no one was standing on the other end or they would have gotten the jumpscare of their lives. The two of you tumbled out of the elevator in a mess of limbs, struggling to walk with Sunghoon leading the way. Although, it was easier said than done when he kept kissing you, like he couldn't get enough of how sweet and soft your lips taste.
Eventually, he broke the kiss with a feat of amazing self-restraint, pulling out what looked like a keycard to a room as he stopped before a door. You watched as he pressed the card against the door and a green light lit up. The moment the door was opened, you were yanked into the room, only to be shoved into the door, closing it in the process and he's on you again.
Unlike before, the kiss was more intense, frantic and desperate. His hands were everywhere—greedily touching you in places he wasn't allowed to. Just like before, Sunghoon pushed your black dress up, revealing the stockings you worn underneath it. He boldly cupped you through your underwear, chuckling into your mouth at how you're already wet.
"Look at you, already dripping for me. All from what? Just a kiss? It's all for me, isn't it?"
He hummed, lightly pressing his thumb down on your cunt through the fabric, savoring the choked out whine you let out at the light, fleeting contact. You canted your hips forward, craving more friction but to your utter frustration, he dropped his hand. He pried your lips apart with his skillful tongue, exploring every inch of your warm mouth, ensuring nothing was left untouched.
Your legs buckled, threatening to give way when he gave a harsh suck on your tongue, the sound seemingly loud and lewd in the quiet hotel room. It made your ears turned red. Sunghoon easily lifted you up, maneuvering you to the bed. He placed you down on the pristine white, soft linen sheets with utter care and gentlness that it made your heart stuttered.
You whined, blindly tugging on the blazer of his suit as he hovered over you, careful to not crush you with his weight.
"Off. Take it off," you pleaded.
He chuckled. "Since you asked so nicely."
He withdrew from you, long and slender fingers making quick work of the buttons of his blazer. You pushed yourself up, aiding him in it while ignoring how your hands were borderline trembling. Thankfully, he didn't comment on it. Once the final button was unbuttoned, Sunghoon carelessly chucked it aside. He unknot the tie, ready to throw it to the floor when he paused, an invisible lightbulb going off in his mind.
"Mind if I try something?" He asked, holding the now long, black fabric in his left hand.
You nodded, granting him permission. He scooted closer, grabbed your wrists, telling you to hold them together and you obeyed. Your breath caught when he tied the black fabric around your wrists, binding them together. Once he's done, he observed your face, trying to search for any signs of discomfort.
"Is it too tight?" He questioned, genuinely concerned.
"No, it's perfect."
He nodded. "Let me know if anything hurts, alright? Green's to continue and red's to stop."
"Got it."
The moment those words left your mouth, the switch was instant. His eyes darkened a shade as he pushed you back until you were lying flat on your back. You watched, unable to look away as he unbuttoned the buttons of his white dress shirt at a slow, teasing pace. You squirmed about on the sheets. Now that your wrists were tied together, you couldn't do anything, only able to helplessly watched while you're dripping nonstop.
Sunghoon chuckled, the sound low, mean and degrading at how your reactions. "Aw, what's wrong, princess? Need something?"
You let out a pathetic keen—barely able to recognize your own voice. "P-Please."
"Please what? C'mon, use your words and tell me, baby. I'm not a mind reader," he drawled, finally unbuttoning the last button and shedded the dress shirt, leaving him shirtless.
Your eyes moved, shamelessly oogling him in all of his glory, drinking in his toned chest and the very solid abs he got—results from his hard work at the gym. Sunghoon caught you eye-fucking him. Of course he did. He didn't say anything but the way he smirked was enough. He made quick work of the rest of his pants and boxers, leaving him completely bare while you were still fully clothed, unable to lay your hands on him.
You instinctively looked down, nervously swallowing when you saw his cock. And wow, it's huge. You never knew your childhood friend can be packing down there, hiding and growing a third leg but you can only assumed puberty must have hit him like a truck. The mushroomy tip had already turned a ferocious shade of red due to the lack of attention and neglection. Heck, there was even a bead of precum on the tip that glistened under the dim lights.
You attempted to close your legs but Sunghoon moved. His large hands grabbed both of your thighs, his fingers touching as he held you down, forcing you to spread and present yourself before him. Even though you still have your clothes on, you couldn't helped but feel small under his intense, unwavering gaze.
"P-Please touch me," you whimpered and who was he to deny you?
Sunghoon groaned, wasting no time in removing your clothes from your body, tossing all of them to the floor—ending up in the same fate as his own clothes. Although, the same couldn't be applied to your stockings as he ripped them into shreds instead, too impatient to roll them off your legs. Now that you were completely bare, he had to pause to drink in the sight, almost wishing he can imprint this gorgeous scene into his mind.
Your lipstick was already smudged and nearly wiped off due to the intense make-out session you had. Your hair was spread out like a halo on the pillow, making you looked like an angel. Your lips was swollen and bruised, eyes dazed and slightly glossy as you stared at him, wanting him to do something already.
"Fuck, you're so gorgeous. I can't believe you're mine now," he breathed out, sounding in awe and somehow, that made your breath caught.
He didn't give you time to recover, shifting down until he's on his stomach and dived in. Sunghoon started with a flat stripe up your dripping, aching cunt. The first contact has your mind spinning, nearly making you see the white pearly gates of heaven. You cried out, the sound raw and was ripped from the depth of your throat.
He licked you open with his tongue. Each swipe was slow, deliberate and full of purpose. Your thighs trembled in his grip as you jerked your hips forward, pushing yourself into his mouth. He groaned in appreciation, face buried deep in your leaking pussy. The vibration traveled through your body, drawing a loud and shameless moan from you.
He continued working you open, eventually pushing his tongue inside you. The sudden intrustion of the wet, slimey and slippery muscle made stars explode in your vision. Your back arched off the back, creating an amazing arch that could put even the crescent moon to shame. Your tied wrists were hanging over your head, leaving you helpless and vulnerable to his assault.
"Oh fuck. Hngh, d-don't stop-" You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he slides two of his long, slender fingers in, moving them in a scissors-like motion, spreading you open and preparing you for what's to come.
"Shit, you taste divine, baby. Could stay here forever and eat this pussy for every meal. Forget food when I can have a five-stars meal here," he growled, his voice vibrating through you.
You've never heard him like this—all pent-up as he gets drunk on your slick, sounds and body. The thought of that was enough to make you rocked your hips against his mouth and Sunghoon lets you do it, letting you ride his tongue. He continued to finger you while fucking you with his tongue.
The double pentration drew a series of angelic, sinful sounds from you. Sounds that you never thought you were capable of making. You can feel your climax coming, with how the pressure kept building as it coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach, like a rubberband being stretched to its limit—
Only for him to pull out, both fingers and tongue.
"Wha—"
"Can't have you cumming on my fingers and mouth. I'd rather have you cum on my cock instead."
Maybe it's the way he said it without hesitation. Maybe it's how firm he is, knowing the effect he has on you. Maybe it's the determined and desired look in his eyes. Whatever it was, it drew an soft, involuntary and needy whine from you. Sunghoon situated himself in between your legs. He aligned himself against your entrance and slowly pushes in.
You felt his mushroomy tip breaching past your folds, sinking deeper and deeper until he eventually bottomed out, buried to the hilt. Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape. You felt impossibly full, like you were being split apart on his cock. Heck, you sworn you could feel him hitting the back of your throat, with how deep he is inside you.
Sunghoon fisted the sheets, twisting them between his fingers while resisting the tempting urge to just pound you six ways into heaven. He doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable and gods, if anything happen to you, he wouldn't know how to continue living after that.
"C-Can't-" You choked out, your pussy being stretched obscenly wide to accomdate to the huge grith of his cock.
He was quick to reassure you. "Shh, it's okay, princess. Just take a deep breath for me, alright? And then breathe out."
You copied him, managing to calm down. Sunghoon took that as his cue to move, pulling out until only the tip was still inside you before sheathing himself back in.
"Fuck!"
You moaned, wrists evidently straining against the temporary bondage as he repeats the movement, setting an even pace. He thrusted into you whole holding himself upright with just his hands. Sunghoon gritted his teeth at how you kept sucking him in, how there was close to no resistance at every thrust.
The hotel room was filled with the lewd, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, his balls slapping against your inner thighs along with your pleasured moans that gradually get higher and higher. Until he had to duck his head, muffling it by kissing you while swallowing it down his own throat, treating it like an offering from the Gods themselves.
With your lips still interlocked, Sunghoon slung your legs around his waist as he bends you forward, putting you in a mating press. The new position allowed him to hit deeper. You sworn you can feel his tip constantly kissing the entrance to your womb. You couldn't keep up with the kiss, simply moaning and babbling incoherent words that sounded a lot like "more", "please" and "Sunghoon".
Whatever it was, it seemed to do the trick on him. Your bodies were covered in a layer of sweat with salty droplets rolling down his back. Some even landed on the sheets as they trickled down his face. He glanced down, his thrusts faltering mid-motion when he saw a bump on your stomach. A bump made by him, due to how big he is.
He moved his left hand and pressed down on it.
His action elicited a high-pitched keen from you which to him, it was the most delicious sound he has ever heard from you. Sunghoon's mind spins, starting to spiral as he began to wonder: how will you look when you carry his children in the future? How will you treat them?
The thoughts kept flooding his mind and with the newfound vigor, he ruthlessly pounded into you like a madman. You whimpered at the sudden change of speed, body going limp against the sheets as you struggled.
"Gonna make you carry my kids. Pump this pretty little pussy full of my cum," he snarled, seemingly lost in his own world and thoughts.
You moaned, instinctively clenching down on him at his words. Sunghoon cursed, hand snaking down to rub at your clit, timing it with his thrust.
"Yeah? You'd like that, don't you? Walking around in the office with everyone not knowing you're carrying my children," he cooed, voice lowering an octave.
You frantically nodded your head, too far gone and intoxicated on the feeling of his cock constantly hitting that one spongy spot hidden between your gummy walls.
"Mhm! Please, m-more-hah."
Sunghoon continued fucking into you at a faster pace, if that was even possible. The bed creaked at every movement with the bedframe slamming against the wall. He knows he'll be getting a complaint from the hotel staff tomorrow but that's for future him to handle. Now, he has a more important issue to settle. The issue that comes in the form of impregnating you.
It took a few more long and timed thrusts for you to feel your climax reaching.
"G-Gonna cum-pleasepleaseplease," you babbled, too cockdrunk to think straight.
Sunghoon took pity on you. "Yeah? You wanna cum, pretty girl? Then cum for me."
He delivered one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and you cum while chanting his name like a sacred prayer. Your walls violently convulsed around him, milking him dry as body-length shudders traveled through your body. Sunghoon was quick to follow suit. He spilled thick and hot cum inside you, painting your gummy walls in the shade of his cum.
You grimanced at the uncomfortable feeling of being pumped full, able to feel how bloated your stomach felt afterwards. Sunghoon didn't pull out. Instead, he collapsed onto you with an "oof" and you made a disgusted sound, reaching out to weakly smacked the back of his head.
"Ow!"
"Get off of me. You're gonna crush me to death," you retorted.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes but obliged. He pulled out first, drawing a hiss from you and he laid beside you. None of you said a word, laying on the same bed, bodies covered in sweat and body fluids as you stared at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. You ended up breaking the silence, wanting to address the invisible elephant in the room.
"…So, what does this make us now?" You asked, not daring to look at him.
"What do you want us to be?" He countered.
"You're not supposed to answer my question with your own," you retorted.
He chuckled, reaching out to place his hand above yours. When you didn't push him away, he took that as a green light to intertwine your fingers together.
"I'd like us to be partners. Romantically."
You snorted. "No one says that, Hoon. It's actually boyfriend and girlfriend."
He furrowed his signature, thick eyebrows. "What's the difference? They still mean the same."
You let out a long, heavy sigh. "Never mind, forget it. But sure, let's be partners. Romantically."
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at you. "..You're mocking me, aren't you?"
You gave him an innocent look but the glimmer of mischief in your eyes said otherwise. "Me? I would never!"
He didn't budge an inch before pounching on you, fingers ruthlessly tickling your sides without a care in the world. You squealed, trying to push him away and shielding yourself but your efforts was futile. You can only make yourself small while he continued, your laughter and pleas of mercy bounces among the four walls of the room.
"S-Stop-pft-m-mercy-HAHAHA!" You exclaimed, gasping and heaving for breath with tears prickling your eyes.
Sunghoon stopped his tickling attack, only for him to lean forward with his hands now on both sides of your head, caging you against the bed. You stilled, locking eyes with him. He swallowed, eyes flicking down to your lips.
"There's something I need to tell you," he started.
"Well, that doesn't sound good," you teased—a poor attempt to lighten the atompshere."
He didn't react to your words.
"It's about the marriage the articles posted. I want you to know it's not real," he continued. Your heart dropped when you heard that. But despite it all, a part of you felt relieved.
"Oh."
He nodded, eyes searching for something in you. "Yeah, the marriage was set up by both of our families. They believed it's beneficial to both parties if the marriage goes through, in terms of business wise. My father also wants to use it to tie me down, so I won't do it again."
You frowned. "Do what?"
Sunghoon sighed, lowering his head before lifting them up again. "…The reason why I left without telling you was because I didn't know how to. The Parks—my family, is a line of business people. But I'm not like them. I wasn't interested in business. I was interested in law and that's something my parents refused to accept or acknowledge. No matter how hard they kept teaching me, I refused to accept it. It was torture, trying to learn something you didn't want to learn."
Your heart shattered at how small his voice became. You wordlessly reached out, cupped his face with your hands and he leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut.
"So I decided to risk it all, book a plane ticket to Australia and enrol myself in one of the law schools there. I didn't know how to tell you. It was out of a sudden. My brother found out about it and he supports me. My father, on the other hand, harshly rejected the idea. We fought before I left and he told me he'd let me go but in the future, whatever major decisions regarding my life is in his hands now."
Your eyes widened. "..And one of it was the marriage. It's to bind you to the Parks."
He glumly nodded.
"Oh, Hoon…" You sighed, craning your neck up to brush your lips against his in an almost-like kiss. He shivered at how heavenly the nickname sounds from you. The very same nickname he kept close to his heart since young.
"Your father's an asshole. It's your life, whether he likes it or not. He doesn't have a say in what you want to do," you continued.
"I know, which is why I'd be telling him to cancel the marriage tomorrow," he replied, determined.
You paused. "Uh, are you sure that's even possible? What about that fiance of yours? Will she be mad and upset?"
"Huh? No, why would she? She's just like me. Both of us didn't want the marriage in the first place," he pointed out.
"…Oh, okay," you mumbled, face turning as red as a tomato as you looked away.
It took him a few seconds to realize why and when he did connect the dots, he smirked teasingly. "Don't tell me you were jealous."
"I'm not!" You defended yourself, replying without hesitation.
"Mhm, sure. And I'm the president of Seoul," he answered with sarcasm seeping into his voice.
You shot him an annoyed glare, ready to shove him off the bed when he stopped you, grabbing both of your hands, causing you to stop.
"I love you," he confessed.
The words were raw and it's a deadly combination with the utmost sincerity in his voice. So deadly that it made you teared up. Seeing this, Sunghoon's features softened. He ducked his head so he can pressed his forehead against yours.
"Jeez, I guess you're still a crybaby huh," he teased.
"Yeah, but I'm your crybaby now," you fired back, voice cracking at the end.
Sunghoon blinked once. Twice before a wide smile stretched across his face from ear to ear.
warnings: toxic, porn with no plot, mention of breakup, mention of unprotected sex(wrap it up!), there is nothing much ngl...
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic on Tumblr! I'm aware that people here write very professional stories, but I'm just a beginner and English is not my first language, so there might be errors. I'll make sure to improve over time! I hope everyone likes it, happy first anniversary to dial tragedy tho!!!
From lovers to exes, and then to enemies. You and Heeseung slowly drifted apart. You thought you had moved on, that you were fine, but you weren’t.
You struggled with blind dates; no one seemed your type. Every guy felt boring, and somehow you kept thinking about Heeseung. On the other hand, things weren’t any better for Heeseung either. Known as a playboy, he hadn’t talked to a woman romantically in months. He couldn’t bring himself to. It felt like he was cheating on you.
After all the heartache, Heeseung decided to do what he should have done a long time ago.
Sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching TV quietly, you were just enjoying the night. It was midnight, and your small house was your only company. Your cat sat silently on the table.
Your cat… yeah. He reminded you so much of Heeseung. Probably because Heeseung was the one who gifted you that cat. With a small smile, you picked your cat up and placed him on your lap. The cat, who was named Oreo by you and Heeseung, purred and clung to you, making you smile softly.
The reason behind your breakup with Heeseung was complicated. You and Heeseung had been dating in secret. Heeseung was a kind, sweet, and engaging person. But his friendly personality made you think he was a flirt or worse, a cheater.
Jealousy and insecurity kicked in, and you gave up. At the same time, Heeseung did too. It was mutually decided that the breakup was for the best. But seeing each other with other people only made you both jealous. Mocking each other on social media, throwing sarcastic comments whenever you guys crossed paths, and acting like you both had moved on. But deep down, you both knew you hadn't.
You were lost in thoughts when your phone rang. The caller ID made your heart skip a beat. Heeseung. Why was he calling you? You bit your lip nervously and ignored it. But when the calls kept coming one after another, you picked up for a second and said coldly, “Sorry, wrong number,” then hung up and set your phone down.
Messages began to pop up fast:
Heeseung: What are you saying?!
Heeseung: It’s me, Heeseung!
Heeseung: It’s not a wrong number!! Pick up!
Heeseung: Y/n?!
Heeseung: Hey?!
Heeseung: Please, listen to me!
Heeseung: Hello!!
The messages came in nonstop, making you sigh in frustration. You finally opened his chat and replied:
Y/n: What?!
Heeseung: We need to talk, baby... I’m outside your house. Open the door.
Seeing his message, you cracked up. What did he mean he was outside?! You got up quickly and peeked through the window. He was standing there—grey beanie, black puffer jacket, dark blue jeans, looking absolutely handsome as always. You bit your lip nervously and walked to the door. As soon as you opened it, he paused for a second, eyes scanning you from head to toe.
Then he softly said, “I hope I didn’t disturb you...?”
You shook your head silently.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
You nodded and let him in, closing the door behind you.
“Why are you here?” you asked, crossing your arms. You didn’t know why you were letting him in so easily or why you weren’t yelling at him. Maybe a part of you missed him. Needed him.
“I brought your favorite cake. I thought you might be craving it,” he said, holding out the cake box. You stared blankly at him. You actually were craving that cake.
“I… I don’t want it. I can’t eat it alone,” you replied, looking away.
His face fell, clearly hurt. Guilt washed over you instantly.
“Hey, come on. I know you’re pissed, but I brought this with love,” he said with a faint smile.
You sighed and took the cake, placing it in the fridge. When you came back, he was sitting on the couch, playing with Oreo—the same cat he gifted you.
“I should go,” he said suddenly, standing up and fixing his beanie.
You looked at him. You wanted him to stay, but you couldn’t say it.
“Sure..” you murmured.
Just as he was about to slip on his shoes, he looked at you one last time. The sight of you all comfy and cozy was clearly tempting for him—you could see it in his eyes. You bit your lip and looked away, trying to stay calm. Then you heard a soft groan. He walked toward you, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you close.
“W-What are you doing?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice, but he didn't reply. Instead, he kissed you. He pinned you against the door, one hand around your waist, the other pinning your wrists above your head. The kiss was deep—reigniting the fire you thought had died months ago. You missed each other.
If it weren’t for his dial tragedy, you wouldn’t be here right now, kissing each other like you were trying to make up for every fight, every word left unsaid. His hands moved further up, tangling in the locks of your hair and pulling your face closer than ever. Panting heavily, he broke the kiss and pulled his beanie off.
Throwing it aside and running his fingers through his messed up hair, he looked so hot. How were you supposed to control yourself? You lunged forward and pulled him into a hurried kiss. Exploring his mouth, your hands traveled to unzip his jacket. "Too many clothes, Hee..." you muttered, and a sly grin spread across his face.
"And that's your mission... to take each piece off." His words sent a shiver down your spine. Helping you, he threw his puffer jacket off along with the grey t-shirt he was wearing, revealing his toned, lean torso underneath. Seeing how desperately you were looking at his body, as if you never saw him naked before, got him all excited again. His pants tightened.
Coming closer, his hands went to frame your face as you stood frozen. "I think you like what you see way too much." But that was the thing; he was looking so incredible, those baggy jeans and shirtless, especially the bulge highlighting and the waistband of his boxers, which had playboy written on it, showing. You felt so giddy.
With a swift motion, he kissed you again, earning a squeak from you as he patted your bottom so you could jump. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walked you to your bedroom slowly, quietly, making sure you could enjoy each moment on each step. By the time you both reached the bedroom, he was already on top of you, pulling your pajama pants off.
"Hee..." a moan left your mouth.
"Yes, baby...?"
His hands circled your clothed center, sending shivers down your spine and making you arch your back. Heeseung was unable to control himself and with a tug, he pulled your panties off too. His rushed hands moved up to remove your slinky t-shirt as he threw it aside. His eyes scanned the half-naked goddess laying in front of him. He was so shamelessly staring at your cleavage before his eyes diverted to take his jeans off, not being able to handle it all anymore.
You were continuously checking Heeseung out. Your eyes traveled to the thick bulge straining his boxers when he removed his pants. He saw the way you were scanning him. Without wasting much time, he took off his boxers too. Pulling him on top of you, he kissed you again, your lips meeting his rapidly. He positioned himself at your glistening entrance, briefly glancing at you before thrusting inside in one go, making you moan softly and squirm on the bed, holding the bedsheets tightly.
"Hee—!" You called him out with a yelp, and he continued his rushed thrusts inside you, not being able to control himself. He panted before pinning both of your hands above your head. "I missed this warmth, baby..."
You could only moan and whine because you were definitely enjoying being his pillow princess; it was intriguing him, too. Every time your orgasm would be near, Heeseung would delay it. It was irritating yet pleasing. A loud groan left Heeseung's mouth as he felt your walls squeezing him way too much, which made him release his grip on your wrists and move to hold your hips instead.
"I– I'm so close!" you cried out loud.
Heeseung panted, then whispered in a hoarse tone, “Cum, baby—cum all over your property.”
His words were enough to send you into the depths of heaven. You came undone, shuddering violently beneath him. It was the same for him; he rested his face against your shoulder, taking deep, heavy breaths before finally emptying himself inside you.
Both of you lay there panting, processing what had just happened, yet neither of you said a word. You both knew you were pitiful like this.
No matter how much you doubted Heeseung, you would always go back to him. No matter how much you hurt Heeseung, he would always go back to you.
It seemed you were both stuck in this loop of tragedies.
A/N: And that's it! It’s short because it was my first fanfic, but I hope you guys enjoyed it! I’ll mostly be writing about him, ngl haha. See you in the next one, bye!
after years of being co-workers, he never reciprocated the feelings you had for him. so you buried them and learned to live with it.
that is, until a small encounter leads him to start showing you that he cares.
genre: co-workers to lovers, fluff, slow burn, hospital au
word count: 12k
It's 2 am, and you're at the hospital.
Seated in the doctors' lounge, you go through your previous patients' charts, updating them one-by-one. From their vitals, medications, progress notes, everything has to be precised and double checked.
Being an OB-GYN means your life rarely follows a normal schedule.
Most nights are spent awake. On call, in delivery rooms, watching life come into the world one patient at a time. It’s exhausting, relentless… but familiar. Somewhere along the way, the chaos became routine.
You barely notice how late it’s gotten anymore.
The quiet scratch of your pen against paper is suddenly interrupted by a soft clink.
Then a cup of coffee appears beside you.
You pause, eyes shifting from the chart to the cup, then upward to the person who placed it there.
Park Sunghoon.
Four years of working in the same hospital, and he still has a way of showing up without a sound. White coat neat as ever, expression calm in that almost unreadable way of his. He works as a neurosurgeon, precise, composed, and annoyingly consistent.
“Night shift again?” he asks, already pulling a chair a few steps away before sitting down.
You lean back slightly, exhaling as you close the file in front of you. "Yeah, I wasn't able to finish these in one go so I had to switch schedules with Dr. Choi."
“I get it,” Sunghoon replies, offering a small, understanding smile. “There are days when I end up doing the same thing too.”
“Well, thanks for the coffee, I really needed this,” you say, taking a sip. You pause, then look up at him surprised. “You even remembered my order?”
Sunghoon simply purses his lips and shrugs, as if it were nothing, before reaching for his own cup. “You’re welcome.” Just as he’s about to say more, his phone vibrates.
“They need me there. I guess I’ll see you later.” He stands from his chair and lightly pats your shoulder before heading toward the door.
You glance at the cup of coffee in your hands, a small frown forming. You’d only been to the café together twice: once three months ago, and again just two weeks ago. How could he have memorized my order?
A warm feeling slowly blooms in your chest as you think about Sunghoon and his sudden thoughtfulness.
It reminds you of a time when your feelings for him were harder to ignore. Back during your first week working together, when he introduced himself as the newly hired neurosurgeon. What started as simple admiration gradually turned into something more.
Those feelings lasted for an entire year. But between the long hours, the need to stay professional, and your own reluctance to risk it all, you chose to bury them. You kept telling yourself that workplace romance should be avoided, that work always comes first, and that romance simply wasn’t worth the risk. Eventually, you convinced yourself that being nothing more than co-workers was for the best.
You shake your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “Why am I suddenly thinking about the past?” you murmur under your breath. “He probably just has a really good memory.”
With that, you turn back to your work, forcing the lingering warmth in your chest to fade.
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Sunghoon, who was on his way to a patient’s room after leaving you alone in the doctors’ lounge, caught himself smiling slightly, especially when he recalled the look of surprise on your face when you realized he had remembered your order.
Back then, he hadn’t paid much attention to you. He hadn’t gone out of his way to learn the little things. Like how you took your coffee or whether you preferred something sweet on the side. But ever since that small hangout with you and a few co-workers three months ago, something had shifted. A quiet curiosity about you had begun to grow.
It wasn’t just because you were one of the best rookie OB-GYNs the hospital had seen. It was also the way you cared for others, not just your patients, but people in general.
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Three months ago…
As the rest of the group prepared to leave the café, you lingered behind, glancing at your phone as if you had just remembered something.
“I just remembered I need to buy something before I go. You guys go ahead,” you told Chaewon, your friend. She nodded, calling out a quick goodbye before catching up with the others.
Once they were gone, you stepped back towards the counter and ordered two croissants and a bottle of water. After paying, you hurried outside, scanning the area as if looking for someone.
What you didn’t realize was that Sunghoon had stayed behind. He had gone to the restroom just before everyone left, assuming he’d catch up with the group afterward.
As he stepped out and dried his hands, he paused when he spotted you still there. From inside the café, he watched as you approached a beggar and a small child sitting near the parking lot.
You crouched down to their level, handing them the food you had just bought. A gentle smile spread across your face as you spoke to them softly, though he couldn’t hear the words. After a moment, you gave a small wave before turning to leave.
Sunghoon stood there a little longer than he meant to, quietly processing what he had just seen. Something about that moment stayed with him. The sincerity, the kindness, the way you did it without expecting anything in return.
It made him realize that maybe you were more than just a co-worker he had known for years.
And somehow, from that day on, he found himself paying closer attention.
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The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime, sealing you into the quiet hum of fluorescent light and mirrored steel.
You pressed your back lightly against the wall, exhaling through your nose as the display above the doors blinked from floor to floor. The senior doctor’s message still lingered in your mind: Come to my office. I need to introduce you to someone.
The elevator slowed briefly at the 5th floor, then continued upward. You checked your watch out of habit, fingers tapping once against your coat sleeve.
Just then, the doors opened with a gentle ding. You looked around to find out nobody there, until your eyes caught movement at the far end of the corridor.
A familiar figure stood just outside the elevator’s reach, hands tucked into his white coat pockets, posture relaxed in a way that somehow still looked presentable. Sunghoon.
He nods slightly when he sees you inside, stepping into the empty space beside you. He presses the button, and the elevator doors slide shut with a soft chime.
“Busy today?” he asks, breaking the silence a few seconds after stepping in.
“Not really. I just need to meet with the senior doctor.”
“Oh? How come?” he asks, a hint of surprise flashing across his face. It’s rare for either of you to be called in, usually only for major announcements or worse, bad news. So when you first read the message, you had been just as puzzled.
You shrug lightly. “I’m not entirely sure. She did mention introducing someone, though. Maybe a new employee.”
Sunghoon nods, taking that in.
“How about you?” you ask, turning to him. “Anything big happening today?”
“Actually, I have a procedure at 5 pm,” he says casually.
You instinctively glance at your watch. “That’s in thirty minutes.”
"I know." Sunghoon replied. "You don't seem like you're in a rush." You replied, noticing his chill attitude.
"Well it's a minor one. Just a lumbar puncture, won't take long." He says, seeing your expression.
“Huh… that’s your version of minor?” You mutter, brows lifting slightly as you look at him.
Sunghoon lets out a quiet breath, almost a huff of amusement, barely there. “You just get used to it.”
You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “Still sounds intense.”
“It’s routine,” he says simply, like that alone should settle it. And somehow, coming from him, it almost does.
The elevator hums softly as it slows, the numbers above the door blinking once before stopping.
Your floor.
The doors slide open.
You hesitate for only a second, then shift your weight forward, stepping out into the hallway. Before fully turning away, you glance back at him.
“Good luck, Sunghoon.”
He meets your gaze, calm as ever. “I don't need it.”
That almost makes you scoff, but instead you just exhale a small laugh. “Still, good luck.”
The doors begin to close behind you.
And just before they shut completely, you catch it, the smallest hint of a smile on his face, gone just as quickly as it appears.
You walk straight to the end of the hallway, where the senior doctor’s office is located.
Stopping in front of the door, you knock three times. A voice from inside calls, “Come in.”
Taking the cue, you twist the doorknob open and step inside. Dr. Lim stands near her desk, a folder in hand. Beside her is a young man with sharp, cat-like eyes, standing straight with quiet composure.
You close the door behind you and walk toward them.
“Dr. Kang,” the senior doctor says, closing the file in her hand, “This is Jungwon, a newly assigned resident. He’ll be rotating in OB-GYN under your supervision.”
You turn your attention to him just as he steps forward, extending his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Dr. Kang.”
You shake his hand without hesitation, offering a small, welcoming smile. “Nice to meet you too, Jungwon. Welcome to the OB-GYN department.”
He smiles back, his expression calm and professional, no trace of nervousness in sight.
“Alright,” Dr. Lim continues smoothly, already reaching for another document on her desk. “Jungwon, you’ll report to Dr. Kang starting today. She’ll orient you with the ward and your responsibilities.”
Jungwon nods. “Understood, ma’am.”
The senior doctor looks up once more, this time addressing both of you. “OB-GYN is a demanding department. I expect discipline and clear communication. Dr. Kang, he’s your responsibility during this rotation.”
You give a small nod in acknowledgment.
Dr. Lim leans back slightly, signaling the end of the meeting. “Now that’s settled. You may go.”
You turn first, straightening your posture as you head for the door. Jungwon follows a step behind, attentive.
Once you’re outside in the hallway, you turn to face him.
“First things first,” you say, folding your arms lightly. “Call me by my first name, Y/N. No ‘Dr. Kang.’ It makes me feel older than I am.”
Jungwon lets out a small chuckle. “Got it. Y/N it is.”
“As Dr. Lim mentioned, I’ll be your supervisor for the duration of your rotation in OB-GYN,” you continue. “Since it’s your first day, I’ll give you a quick tour of the facilities so you can start familiarizing yourself.”
You gesture forward. “Let’s go.”
The two of you head towards the elevator. “The OB-GYN department is on the third floor,” you add, pressing the button.
When the doors open, you’re greeted by the nurses’ station. The nurses on duty look up from their desks.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Kang,” they greet in unison.
“Good afternoon,” you reply with a polite nod before turning slightly to Jungwon. “This is Jungwon, our new resident. He’ll be working here starting today.”
Jungwon smiles and greets them, and they return the gesture warmly.
You lead him down the left hallway lined with patient rooms. “This is where admitted patients stay, postpartum mothers, as well as those recovering from surgery,” you explain. “The rooms along the right hallway are mainly for regular check-ups and consultations.”
“And over here…” you continue, walking towards the far end where a large door with glass panels stands. “…is the Labor, Delivery, and Recovery Room. LDR for short.”
You push the door open just enough to step inside and the shift is immediate.
A strained breath cuts through the air, followed by a low cry. A patient grips the bed rails, her knuckles pale, while a nurse guides her breathing with steady reassurance.
“Active labor,” you say calmly as you step further in. “This is where things start to pick up.”
Jungwon stays close behind you, noticeably quieter now, his eyes taking everything in.
A monitor beside the bed beeps steadily, then suddenly dips. The nurse straightens. “Doctor, heart rate’s dropping.”
Before the tour can even pause, you’re already moving.
“Position her to the left,” you instruct, your tone calm but firm. “Give her oxygen.” The room shifts instantly, quick hands, precise movements, controlled urgency.
The patient gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as another contraction hits. You glance at the monitor. Then steady again, as the beeping evens out.
“Good,” you murmur, stepping back as if it were second nature. “Keep monitoring.”
“Yes, doctor.”
The tension doesn’t disappear, but it eases just enough. You turn back to Jungwon, your expression composed.
“It can change that fast,” you say simply. “You learn to respond before it becomes a problem.”
He nods, still processing what he just witnessed.
“Come on,” you add, already heading for the door. “Let’s continue.”
“On the opposite end,” you say, pointing down the hallway, “is the operating room.”
You walk in that direction, with Jungwon following closely behind.
You push the operating room doors open, and a wave of sterile, cool air greets you as you step inside.
Bright overhead lights reflect off stainless steel instruments neatly arranged on trays. The operating table sits at the center, surrounded by monitors and machines humming quietly in the background.
“Procedures like cesarean sections and gynecologic surgeries are done here,” you explain, your voice steady as it echoes slightly in the room. “And when things don’t go as planned…”
You pause for a brief moment, your gaze flicking toward the operating table.
“…that is where we take over.”
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The tour continues as you guide Jungwon through the rest of the facility, from the ultrasound rooms to the examination areas, and finally to the newborn units. You explain each section with ease, answering his occasional questions, barely noticing how quickly time slips by.
It isn’t until you glance at your watch that you pause.
“Oh, it’s already 6 pm,” you say, a little surprised. “Perfect timing. My shift ends now, and since I’ve already shown you around the entire OB-GYN department, we can both head home.”
“Wait, really?” Jungwon asks, clearly caught off guard.
You nod. “Yes. Once I leave, there won’t be anyone to supervise you anyway. And since it’s your first day, I’ll let you off early this time. Your real work starts tomorrow.”
“Ah…” Jungwon exhales in relief, a small grin forming. “I’ll be ready by then,” he assures you, determination settling into his expression.
“Good to hear,” you reply with a faint smile. “Well, I’ll get going now. See you tomorrow, Jungwon.”
“See you, Doc,” he says.
You give him a small wave before leaving.
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After gathering your things, you take the elevator down to the underground parking area. The space is quieter now, the hum of engines and distant footsteps echoing faintly. You spot your car a short distance away and walk towards it, pressing your key fob to unlock it.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, you place your bag on the passenger side and reach for the ignition.
You turn the key.
Click.
Nothing.
You try again.
Click. Click.
The engine doesn’t turn over.
A faint frown forms as you attempt a few more times, but the sound only grows weaker until the car falls completely silent and unresponsive.
"Unbelievable,” you mutter, letting your forehead rest briefly against the steering wheel.
You sigh, leaning back as frustration settles in. Your eyes drift to your bag beside you.
“How am I supposed to go home now...”
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A few minutes later, you find yourself standing outside the hospital entrance, arms folded loosely as you scan the road.
You decided to take a cab instead, but even after waiting for several minutes, none stop. The few that passed by are already occupied, their headlights briefly illuminating you before disappearing down the street.
You shift your weight, glancing down the road again, hoping the next one will finally be empty.
Then, a sleek silver BMW pulls up in front of you, the engine purring softly as the window rolls down.
You look over to see who it is.
Sunghoon sits behind the wheel, one hand resting loosely on it while the other drapes over the passenger seat’s headrest, his posture relaxed.
“Need a ride home?” he asks.
“I—”
Before you can even answer, he leans over and pushes the passenger door open. That leaves you with little room to refuse.
You step in, closing the door gently behind you.
Settling into the passenger seat, you sit a little stiffly, your gaze fixed on the window beside you.
It’s your first time riding in a car alone with him, something you never really imagined would happen. And not just any car, but his.
For a moment, the air inside feels thick with unspoken tension. Neither of you says anything, the quiet stretching just a bit too long.
After a while, Sunghoon clears his throat, breaking the silence. “So… what happened to your car?”
You turn slightly to look at him. “The battery died. I’ve been so busy these past few weeks that I forgot to get it replaced.”
“I see.” He nods once. “How long were you waiting out there?”
“About twenty minutes,” you reply.
“Good thing I saw you then,” he says, a faint chuckle slipping through. “You looked like you were about to lose your patience.”
You let out a small laugh. “Honestly, I was. And thank you, by the way. If you hadn’t shown up, I probably would’ve ended up walking home.”
That earns another quiet hum of amusement from him.
After that, the conversation fades, but this time, the silence feels different. Softer. Easier. The low hum of the engine and the faint music playing on the radio fill the space comfortably.
For once, it isn’t awkward.
The car slows to a stop at a red light. Sunghoon glances your way, his expression unreadable but calm. “You hungry?”
“I think I’m good,” you reply, but almost immediately, your stomach betrays you with a low rumble. Shit.
You freeze for a second, suddenly remembering that you skipped lunch earlier, too distracted and a little too nervous about the senior doctor’s message.
Sunghoon lets out a quiet laugh at the sound. “Let’s grab something to eat,” he says, already easing his foot back on the gas as the light turns green. “My treat.”
You don’t argue.
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A few minutes later, you find yourselves at a casual Italian fast-food restaurant. The warm lighting and soft chatter from other customers make the place feel cozy despite the rush hour.
You scan the area and spot a small booth tucked into the corner. “There,” you say, heading towards it.
You slide into the seat while Sunghoon remains standing beside the table. “What would you like to eat?” he asks.
“I think pasta’s fine,” you answer.
He nods. “Alright. I’ll order for us. Just wait here, okay?”
“Okay.”
You watch as he walks toward the counter, joining the short line. For a moment, you find yourself absentmindedly observing him the way he stands, calm and composed even in something as simple as ordering food.
A few minutes later, he returns carrying a tray.
He sets a plate of pasta in front of you, his lasagna beside it, then hands you your drink.
“And this one’s for you,” he adds, placing a slice of pizza next to your plate.
You blink, confused. “I didn’t order that.”
He sits across from you, completely unfazed. “I did. I figured the pasta wouldn’t be enough since you’re hungry.”
You cough lightly, feeling your cheeks warm. “Oh… uh, thank you.”
You start eating, your gaze fixed anywhere but him. Somehow, the earlier ease from the car ride has shifted again, replaced by a quiet, awkward tension.
You never really imagined this. Sitting across from him, sharing a meal like this. It almost feels unreal, like something out of place in your usual routine.
You can feel his gaze on you, subtle but unmistakable.
“What happened with the senior doctor earlier?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You look up, surprised, but your shoulders relax now that the conversation has shifted. “She introduced me to a new resident,” you explain. “He’ll be under my supervision.”
Sunghoon nods, taking a bite of his food.
“His name’s Jungwon,” you continue, twirling your pasta with your fork. “From what I’ve seen so far, he has potential. He wasn’t nervous at all, even when we went to the LDR earlier.”
“That’s good,” Sunghoon says. “At least he seems passionate from the start.”
You nod, but then the thought that’s been lingering in your mind resurfaces. You hesitate just for a second before speaking.
“Sunghoon… can I ask you something?” He looks up. “Sure.”
“Not to sound rude or anything, but why are you suddenly talking to me?” you ask, your voice softer now. “I mean… we’ve been co-workers for four years, and this is the first time you’ve bought me coffee or talked to me for more than ten minutes.”
For a brief moment, he looks genuinely caught off guard. His eyes widen slightly, and a faint blush creeps up to his ears as he scratches the back of his neck. “That’s… uh…”
"I just thought that I've been so shy these past years that I don't get to socialize with my co-workers that much. You know, I just recently became close with that dermatologist, Kim Sunoo." He replied.
You nodded, a small smile forming. “That’s good to hear. I remember you skipped the Christmas party for two years straight. It’s nice to see you stepping out of your comfort zone.”
He smiles back. “I guess it is.”
The conversation drifts into something lighter after that, and before you realize it, dinner is over.
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Soon enough, you’re back in his car, this time parked in front of your apartment building.
You unbuckle your seatbelt, turning slightly towards him. “Thank you for the ride, Sunghoon. And for the food.”
He smiles softly. “Don’t mention it. If you ever need a ride home, you can just call me.”
You stopped. “But… I don’t have your number.”
“Here.” He unlocks his phone and hands it to you. You take it, typing your number into his contacts before handing it back. “There.”
You step out of the car, the cool night air brushing against your skin. “Goodnight, Sunghoon,” you say, closing the door halfway and then you heard him speak, “Goodnight, Y/N.”
You pause for just a moment before shutting the door completely, the sound echoing softly in the quiet street.
Later that night, as you lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, your mind drifts back to everything that happened.
The coffee. The car ride. Dinner.
Him.
Your heart beats a little faster, your cheeks warming at the memories.
Those feelings you buried years ago? They’re being dug up by none other than Park Sunghoon himself.
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Three weeks after that dinner with Sunghoon, the two of you have grown noticeably more comfortable around each other. He even picked you up from your apartment the morning after that night, insisting so you wouldn’t have to take the subway to work.
And now, you’re back in the thick of it. Endless patients, heavy workloads, night shifts, deadlines, and back-to-back surgeries taking up most of your time.
“Doc, I’m done with my rounds for now,” Jungwon says, appearing beside you while you’re busy taking a patient’s blood pressure.
You finish up, offering the patient a small reassuring smile before noting down the readings on the chart.
“Good,” you say, turning to him. “I want you to check on Baby Jung in the newborn unit. When I assessed the baby earlier this morning, the condition was a bit unstable. If that continues, report back to me so we’ll coordinate with the Pediatrics Department.”
“You got it.” Jungwon gives a quick salute before turning to leave.
“Oh, and Jungwon,” you call out just as he’s a few steps away. “Don’t forget the dessert you promised me for lunch.”
He chuckles, glancing back. “Of course, Doc. See you at the cafeteria later.”
Over the past three weeks, you and Jungwon have also grown closer, spending nearly every day working side by side. You’re grateful to have someone to share the hectic schedules and overwhelming workload with as it makes everything feel just a little lighter.
You grab the clipboard with your patient records and head towards the elevator. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you pull it out, about to read the message but you bumped into someone.
The impact causes the clipboard to slip from your hands, papers scattering across the floor.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry!” a voice says quickly.
You crouch down to gather the papers, the other person doing the same.
As you pick them up and glance up, a nurse you don’t recognize hands you a few sheets. “Here you go.”
“Thank you,” you reply, standing up.
“I’m really sorry again, Doctor…” Her eyes flicker to your coat, reading the name stitched onto it. “…Kang.”
You shake your head lightly. “It’s okay. I wasn’t looking either. It’s partly my fault.”
You pause for a moment, studying her. “By the way, what’s your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
She smiles sweetly. “I’m Jang Wonyoung. I just started working here yesterday.”
“Well, it’s nice meeting you, Wonyoung,” you say with a friendly smile. “Sorry our first meeting had to be like this.”
“That’s alright,” she replies. “Have a nice day, Dr. Kang.”
She gives a small wave before heading off.
You continue towards the elevator and pressed the button. While waiting, you check your phone and read Jungwon’s message. He mentions that the newborn unit is a bit crowded with nurses and a few parents, and that he’ll update you once he gets inside.
Ding.
The elevator doors open.
You look up and see Sunghoon inside.
A smile forms on your lips as you step in, slipping your phone back into your pocket.
“Funny how we always run into each other at the elevator,” you say, turning to him.
“It is,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Maybe I should start charging you for getting to see a handsome face like mine every time the doors open.”
You let out a laugh, and he joins in, the sound light and easy between you.
“Anyway,” he continues once the laughter fades. “Where are you planning to eat lunch? Sunoo and a friend of mine are trying out a newly opened restaurant nearby. Want to join us?”
“I’d love to,” you say, “but Jungwon and I already made plans, and he’s treating me to dessert, so I can’t really say no to that.” You nudge his side playfully.
“Ah, I see.” He nods, though you can’t help but notice the slight disappointment in his tone. “Maybe next time.”
“Definitely next time,” you reply.
The elevator doors slide open at your floor.
You step out, then glance back at him. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
And with that, you walk away, unaware of the way his gaze lingers on you just a second longer than usual.
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Lunchtime arrives, and you’ve been sitting there for almost an hour.
Your plate is already empty, your drink long finished, and yet there’s still no sign of Jungwon or the dessert he promised.
You let out a quiet sigh, resting your cheek against your palm as you glance towards the cafeteria doors. Maybe I should’ve just gone with Sunghoon instead…
Just as the thought crosses your mind, the doors swing open and Jungwon rushes in, scanning the room before spotting you.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry I’m late, a patient was—” He’s panting so hard he can’t even finish his sentence.
“Woah, hey. Sit down first,” you say quickly.
He does as told, and you hand him your spare bottle of water. He takes it immediately, drinking it down in one go.
Once he’s done, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at you apologetically. “I really wanted to come earlier, but a patient asked me to stay with her until her husband arrived. I didn’t expect it to take that long… if I had known, I wouldn’t have stayed.”
You nod, your expression softening. “It’s okay. I would’ve done the same thing.”
“Did you at least eat lunch?” you ask.
“I did,” he replies. “The patient felt bad for making me wait, so she gave me some food.”
“Then I guess that leaves us with dessert,” you say, pointing lightly at him. “Now go get me that dessert you promised.”
Jungwon stands up immediately and heads to the counter.
A few minutes later, he returns, but this time, there’s a slight frown on his face.
“They ran out,” he says. “I guess it’s my fault for getting here late.”
You sigh, leaning back in your chair. “So… what are we supposed to have for dessert now?”
Jungwon pauses, thinking for a moment before his expression brightens. “I know a place. Come with me.”
A short while later, the two of you find yourselves standing in front of a gelato shop in town.
“I come here whenever I’m craving something sweet,” Jungwon says, a hint of excitement in his voice. “They make the best gelato.”
He steps ahead of you, holding the door open.
“You’re really serious about this gelato, huh?” you tease with a small laugh.
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Across the street, inside the newly opened restaurant, Sunghoon sits with Sunoo and Jay.
“Is that Y/N?” Sunoo suddenly says, pointing towards the window.
Sunghoon’s attention shifts instantly, his gaze following the direction.
Outside, he sees you with Jungwon.
“She’s with the resident,” Sunoo adds, still watching.
“They seem close,” Jay comments casually. “Maybe a little too close. I can’t even remember the last time I became friends with a resident.”
Sunoo gasps softly, covering his mouth. “Right? I thought I was the only one who noticed.”
Sunghoon’s grip on his fork tightens slightly as he listens, his eyes still fixed on the scene outside. On the way Jungwon holds the door open for you and the way you laugh.
“Do you think maybe they’re—”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Sunghoon cuts in, his tone sharper than usual. “Can we just eat in peace and not start rumors?”
Sunoo scoffs, side-eyeing him. “Geez. I was just saying.”
Sunghoon then goes back to eating, but the air at the table has shifted.
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After finishing your gelato, you and Jungwon stepped outside.
Just as you’re about to leave, you spot Sunoo approaching the shop.
You wave at him, and he waves back enthusiastically, a grin spreading across his face.
“What are you doing here?” you ask.
“Getting dessert,” he replies. “Do they have mint chocolate here?”
“Yeah they have tons of flavors, actually. I think you’ll like all of them,” you say with a small laugh.
“Really?” Sunoo’s eyes light up. “I can’t wait!”
He practically skips toward the entrance.
Moments later, Sunghoon and Jay approach.
“Hi,” you greet as they stop in front of you.
“Hello,” Jay replies, glancing inside. “Is Sunoo in there?” You nodded.
“I’ll see if there's a flavor I like,” he says, turning to Sunghoon. “You want anything?”
Sunghoon shakes his head. “I’m good.”
Jay heads inside, leaving the two of you and Jungwon, who has just stepped beside you in an awkward silence.
“Hey,” you say to Sunghoon, but this time, something feels off.
“Right,” you say, trying to ease the tension. “Jungwon, this is Dr. Park Sunghoon, my friend.”
You gesture towards Jungwon. “And Sunghoon, this is Jungwon, the resident I told you about.”
Jungwon immediately extends his hand. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Park.”
For a second, Sunghoon just stares at it, his thick brows slightly furrowed.
You clear your throat softly. Only then does Sunghoon take his hand, briefly.
“Uh huh,” he mutters.
Jungwon withdraws his hand, the smile on his face still polite, though a little uncertain now.
Just then, Sunoo and Jay return. With Sunoo holding his three scoops of mint chocolate chip gelato.
“Let’s head back,” Jay says. “Lunch break’s almost over.”
The five of you began walking back towards the hospital. Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Jay walked ahead, while you and Jungwon trail slightly behind.
“Jungwon… I’m sorry about that,” you say quietly. “Sunghoon isn’t usually like that. I don’t know what got into him.”
“It’s okay,” Jungwon replies, giving you a reassuring smile. “Maybe he just had a bad day.”
“Still… I’ll talk to him.” Before he could respond, you jogged forward.
“Sunghoon,” you call.
No response.
You try again.
Still nothing.
You frown slightly before reaching out and poking his side.
He flinches, finally turning to look at you. “What was that for?”
“You weren’t listening, so I had to resort to that,” you say, pouting slightly. His expression softens just a bit.
“…Sorry. What did you want to say?” He asks as you crossed your arms. “Why were you rude to Jungwon earlier? The kid was just trying to introduce himself.”
“I wasn’t,” he replied, looking away.
“You were,” you insist. “What’s wrong? Are you upset because I didn’t join you for lunch?”
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes as he looks back at you.
“No,” he says quickly. “It’s not that. A waiter messed up my order earlier, so I didn’t really enjoy the meal,” he lied, his voice a little too fast, as if he’s trying to convince both you and himself.
“Oh… that sucks,” you say, your tone softening. “So you really just had a bad day.”
“Yeah,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. His ears tint slightly red.
“You should leave them a bad review,” you say lightly. “They don’t deserve all that hype.”
A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Maybe I should.”
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It was now time for the yearly medical mission, this time held in Gangwon Province.
Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, doctors were already gathered at the back of the hospital, loading supplies into vans. The atmosphere was focused, everyone moving with practiced efficiency.
Once you finished loading your things into the vehicle, the senior doctor, Ms. Lim, arrived to announce the car assignments. Most of the staff, doctors and nurses alike were placed in the larger vans, while only three were assigned to the smaller car.
That included you, Chaewon, and a pharmacist.
“We better get moving. The drive will take two to three hours, and I don’t want us arriving late,” Ms. Lim said as everyone began heading toward their assigned vehicles.
You stepped into the small car first, with Chaewon following right after. “Great, seatmates,” you said lightly, earning a smile from her as she settled beside you. The pharmacist sat in the front passenger seat, next to the driver.
Even with only four people inside, the space felt slightly cramped, with a few supplies stacked behind your seats, signaling the long drive ahead.
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You arrived in Gangwon Province after two and a half hours.
You stretched your arms as soon as you stepped out of the car. “Finally, we’re here,” you said, glancing at Chaewon beside you.
“Look at the view,” she pointed out.
Ahead of you, mountains covered in green stretched into the distance, the early sunlight rising over them and casting a soft glow across the landscape. The air was noticeably cooler and cleaner, a quiet reminder that you were far from the city now.
Around you, doctors and staff had already started unloading supplies from the vehicles. You moved towards the car again and joined in, helping carry boxes as the medical mission was about to start.
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The medical mission is taking place at a public school gym that is converted into a temporary clinic.
Folding tables are set up in sections for each department, with simple privacy screens dividing consultation areas. Nurses move between stations guiding patients, while rows of chairs line the sides of the gym for those waiting their turn.
You sat at a small table marked for OB-GYN consultations, flipping through charts as a line of patients steadily forms in front of you, the hum of the makeshift clinic filling the space around you.
The check-up began smoothly, most patients were cooperative, listening attentively as you gave instructions and advice. Those who needed minor procedures were guided to the adjacent room for outpatient care, while you stayed at your station, calmly writing prescriptions and updating charts.
From across the space, Sunghoon sat at a parallel table, his gaze occasionally lifting towards you. He observed the way you spoke to each patient, reassuring and always gentle in tone, together with the soft smile you gave even in the middle of a busy line.
“Man, you gotta stop staring at her. There are patients on their way,” Jay said quietly from beside him.
“I— I wasn’t staring,” Sunghoon replied immediately, shifting his attention to the neatly arranged supplies in front of him, pretending to align them even though they were already perfectly in order. “Just… observing.”
Jay let out a small hum of disbelief. “Whatever you say.”
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Lunchtime came, with your team providing free food for all the attendees. A long line formed as patients waited for their meals, the gym still buzzing with quiet conversation and movement.
You sat at the table assigned for the doctors, with Sunghoon taking the empty seat beside you.
“Hi,” you greeted as he greeted back.
“How’s the consultation so far? I saw there are a lot of patients in your area,” he asked as he started eating.
“It’s going well. I haven’t had this much fun in a while,” you admitted, earning a small nod from him.
“Good to hear you’re enjoying it,” he said simply.
“I am,” you continued. “It’s always a pleasure helping people.”
The conversation flowed easily as you both ate. When you finished your meal, you reached for the brownie included in the tray, but Sunghoon stopped you.
“Don’t.” You looked up at him, confused.
“It has nuts,” Sunghoon added.
“Oh,” you blinked, then set it back down. “Right.”
A beat passed before you asked, “How did you know I’m allergic to peanuts?”
He cleared his throat, looking down at his food. “I saw you separate the nuts when you were eating that salad last week. And I've seen the EpiPen you always carry in your pocket.”
You stared at him for a second longer than intended, your chest tightening.
“You noticed that?”
He gave a small shrug. “It’s hard not to.”
A quiet warmth settled in your chest, though you kept your expression calm. “Well… thank you for warning me.”
You glanced back at the brownie, then sighed softly. “But it feels like a waste to just leave it.”
Before you could say more, Sunghoon reached over and took it from your plate.
“Always so considerate,” he said, before taking a bite himself.
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It was already night by the time the medical mission ended.
Everyone looked exhausted, evident in the way people moved slower than usual, taking their time packing up supplies. The once busy area had quieted down, replaced by tired chatter and the occasional sigh.
You grabbed your things and made your way to the car, opening the trunk.
“Here, I got it.”
Before you could protest, Sunghoon had already taken the supplies from your hands and placed them neatly inside.
“Thanks,” you say, watching as he closes the trunk.
Just then, Chaewon comes rushing over, slightly out of breath. “Y/N, I asked Ms. Lim earlier if I could transfer to the van since I felt claustrophobic in the smaller car. She said I could, but only if someone switched places with me. I tried asking around, but no one wants to,” she groans, squeezing your hands in mild panic.
You give her a sympathetic look. “Chae, maybe we can—”
“I’ll switch seats with you.”
Both of you turn as Sunghoon speaks up, having clearly overheard the conversation.
“You would?” Chaewon asks, her face lighting up.
He gives a small nod. “Yeah.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you!” she squeals, then quickly turns back to you. “But Y/N, is it okay if I’m not your seatmate anymore?”
You smile softly. “It’s fine. I know how much you hate small spaces.”
Chaewon beams before pulling you into a quick hug. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re the best.”
“Everyone, let’s go!” Ms. Lim calls out.
“I have to go, see you at the hospital!” Chaewon says, waving as she hurries off.
You wave back before heading to the car. You slide into your seat, and a moment later, Sunghoon follows, settling beside you.
“She’s right,” he mutters, shifting slightly. “It is cramped in here.”
Your shoulders brush against his from how little space there is.
“Yeah,” you sigh. “We just have to endure it for two and a half hours.”
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The car ride begins, the hum of the engine blending with the low chatter of others. You pull out your phone, texting Jungwon about updates from the hospital. The screen blurs slightly as you blink slowly, fatigue catching up to you.
You let out a quiet yawn while waiting for his reply, your eyelids growing heavier by the second.
“Tired?” Sunghoon asks softly from beside you.
“Mm,” you hum in response, too drained to form a proper sentence.
“You should get some sleep,” he says. “I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”
"Maybe I should.”
You lean your head against the window, eyes slowly closing as the gentle motion of the car puts you to sleep.
A few minutes pass.
Sunghoon glances at you, noticing the way your head keeps tilting awkwardly against the glass, your body shifting uncomfortably with every bump on the road.
Carefully, he moves a little closer.
Slowly, so carefully you don’t wake, he lifts a hand and gently guides your head away from the window, letting it rest against his shoulder instead.
“There…” he whispers softly.
Your head settles against him, your breathing evening out as you remain asleep, now in a far more comfortable position.
He stays still, not wanting to disturb you. But as the quiet of the ride settles in, he begins to feel his own exhaustion creeping in.
His eyes flutter shut.
And soon enough, he falls asleep too.
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Unbeknownst to the two of you, Sunoo, who had already taken the front seat earlier, insisting he wanted to ride shotgun instead of being stuck in the back with the supplies on the van, was quietly watching a movie on his phone.
At some point, he glanced up from his screen and caught a glimpse of the back seat through the rearview mirror.
His brows lifted slightly.
He shifted in his seat and turned just enough to look behind him directly.
There you were, fast asleep, your head resting gently on Sunghoon’s shoulder.
And Sunghoon, also asleep, his head slightly tilted toward yours.
A slow, mischievous grin spread across Sunoo’s face.
He paused his movie and casually raised his phone, snapping a photo of the two of you, clearly entertained.
“Interesting…” he muttered under his breath before returning his attention to the screen, as if nothing had happened.
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The morning two days after, you step out of the elevator, heading towards the doctors’ lounge, only to stop in your tracks.
A few feet ahead, you spot Sunghoon walking out of the operating room. He’s in the middle of removing his surgical gown and cap, his hair slightly disheveled as he runs a hand through it to fix it.
For a moment, you just watch him.
You were about to walk over, maybe ask how the surgery went when someone beats you to it.
“Doctor.”
You glance over.
It’s the nurse you met before, Wonyoung.
“How was the surgery?” she asks, her voice softer than usual.
“It was fine,” Sunghoon replies.
“Of course it went well. You’re good at what you do,” she says, stepping a little closer than necessary. “Do you need help with anything, Dr. Park? I can assist you in cleaning up.”
Before he can respond, she reaches out, noticing his collar slightly crooked from removing his surgical gown and fixes it herself.
You freeze.
For a second, you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing. Your lips part slightly as you watch the interaction unfold, something uneasy settling in your chest.
She’s clearly flirting.
You wait, expecting Sunghoon to step back, to say something, to at least react.
But he doesn’t.
He just stands there, looking at her, almost as if he’s momentarily zoned out.
Something about that makes your chest tighten.
“Tsk.” You crossed your arms and turn away, not bothering to watch any longer.
Your steps are quicker now as you head straight to the doctors’ lounge, pushing the door open a little harder than necessary.
The sudden noise makes Jungwon look up from his laptop, slightly startled. “Y/N?” he says.
You pause, then let out a small breath. “Jungwon. I didn’t know you were here.”
“I’m just working on a report,” he replies, closing his laptop halfway. “What’s up? You look a little… irritated.”
You sit down beside him, crossing your arms as you lean back.
“Jungwon, do you know that newly hired nurse? The tall one who looks more like a supermodel than a nurse?”
He turns his chair toward you, giving you his full attention. His brows knit slightly as he thinks. “Nurse Wonyoung?”
“Yes, her,” you say quickly. “I just saw her flirting with Sunghoon out there. Can you believe that? A nurse who’s barely been here a month, hitting on a doctor?”
Jungwon lets out a small chuckle once you finish.
“Yeah, I believe you,” he says. “You don’t usually get this worked up over something small.”
You narrow your eyes slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means…” he leans back a bit, a teasing glint in his eyes, “you sound jealous.”
“Jealous?” you repeat, almost scoffing. “Of course not. He's my friend and I’m just looking out for him. You know it’s against company rules to date someone new.”
You can feel the warmth creeping up your cheeks.
“…Yeah right,” Jungwon says, clearly unconvinced.
You quickly stood up, not wanting to entertain his teasing any further. “Whatever. I’m going to grab something to eat.”
“Alright, Doc,” Jungwon says with a small teasing grin as you head for the door.
You walk down the hallway, your gaze lowered as you fumble through the pockets of your coat, searching for some cash. Distracted, you don’t notice where you’re going and end up bumping into someone.
It’s Sunghoon.
Your expression shifts almost instantly, your mood dropping the moment you realize it’s him.
“Where are you heading?” he asks, one brow slightly raised.
“Just going to buy some food,” you reply.
“Want me to come with you?” he offers.
“I’m fine,” you say a little too quickly. “I can manage on my own. Besides, I have a hysterectomy scheduled after this. I need to get back right away.”
The lie slips out easily, even though you know the surgery isn’t for another hour.
“Okay… just don’t forget to—”
You don’t let him finish.
You walked past him without another word, your steps just a little faster than before, the image of what you saw earlier still lingering stubbornly in your mind.
Maybe it was better to avoid him and push those resurfacing feelings back down. So that in the end, you wouldn’t end up getting hurt.
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The next few weeks stayed the same, you avoided Sunghoon as much as you could.
You grew distant. Conversations were cut short, small talk nonexistent, and every interaction between you was kept strictly professional.
It felt like the friendship you built with him had never existed at all, as you treated him the same way you had for years before.
“Working the night shift again?” He asked as you were waiting for your coffee at the vending machine.
You froze for a split second at the sound of his voice behind you, but quickly composed yourself.
“Yeah.”
The cup dropped into the slot. You took it without looking at him as you walked past him.
Sunghoon could only watch your retreating figure, letting out a quiet sigh as another attempt to start a conversation with you failed.
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Sunghoon leaned back against the counter in the doctors' lounge, arms crossed, gaze fixed somewhere distant. Jay glanced up from his phone and watched him for a moment before speaking.
“You’ve been like that all week,” he said.
Sunghoon didn’t respond.
“Actually,” Jay added, setting his phone down, “ever since she started avoiding you.”
That finally made Sunghoon look at him. “Avoiding?”
Jay let out a short scoff. “You didn’t notice?”
Before Sunghoon could answer, the door opened and Sunoo walked in, drink in hand, immediately sensing the tension.
“Notice what?” he asked casually.
Jay nodded towards Sunghoon. “He just realized.”
Sunoo blinked once, then laughed lightly. “No way.”
“What are you talking about?” Sunghoon frowned.
Sunoo leaned against the table, studying him. “You’ve been acting off for weeks.”
“I haven’t—”
“You have,” Jay cut in. “You’re more distracted. You forget small things, double-check things you normally don’t.”
Sunoo added, “And you keep looking towards her area even when you’re not assigned there.”
Sunghoon’s jaw tightened slightly. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It does,” Jay said calmly. A brief silence followed before Sunoo tilted his head.
“You didn’t even realize she was avoiding you until now.”
Sunghoon paused, thinking back. Vague replies, shorter conversations, the way you left early, the lack of eye contact. “…I thought she was just busy,” he muttered.
Jay shook his head. “You don’t believe that.”
Sunghoon didn’t answer.
Sunoo exhaled softly. “You’re not just noticing her.” He smirks slightly. “You’re affected by her.”
The words hung in the air.
Sunghoon scoffed weakly, but it lacked certainty. “I’m not affected.”
“Then why do you look like that every time she walks past you and doesn’t stop?” Sunoo asked simply.
Silence.
Jay crossed his arms. “You didn’t care before.”
Sunghoon frowned slightly. "What do you mean?”
“You used to be fine,” Jay said. “Now you’re not.”
Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "She’s been acting weird...”
Jay immediately corrected him. “No. You’ve been acting weird.”
Sunghoon looked between them, irritation flickering but it didn’t last. Because it was starting to feel… accurate.
Sunoo sighed and pushed himself off the table. “You know what your problem is?”
Sunghoon looked up. “What?”
“You think noticing her is enough,” Sunoo said simply.
That made him pause.
Jay added more quietly, “It’s not.”
Sunghoon frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Sunoo stepped closer, voice steady now. “You don’t get to just notice her forever.”
“You either do something about it or someone else eventually will. Like perhaps, Jungwon?”
That landed differently.
Sunghoon’s expression hardened. "What am I supposed to do?” Jay answered immediately. “Tell her.”
Sunghoon blinked. “Tell her what?” Sunoo lets out a short laugh. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”
He pulled out his phone and unlocked it, tapping a few times before turning the screen toward Sunghoon.
The photo from the night of the medical mission appeared. You, asleep, your head resting on his shoulder. Him, leaning slightly toward you, closer than he remembered.
The room went quiet.
“How did you get that?" He coughs. "And you know, that was just an accident. I didn't mean to end up in that position,” Sunghoon said after a moment, but his voice was quieter now.
Sunoo hummed. “Sure.”
Jay added, almost matter-of-fact, “You don’t let people that close.”
Sunghoon didn’t respond. His eyes stayed on the photo longer than necessary. “Since when did I start doing things like that?” he muttered under his breath.
Neither Sunoo nor Jay answered.
Instead, they just watched him, because for the first time, Sunghoon wasn’t denying it anymore. He was thinking.
Then Sunoo spoke again, softer but sharper.
“You don’t have to keep pretending you don’t feel anything. We know.”
Jay nodded once. “Just talk to her.”
Sunoo tilted his phone slightly, still showing the photo. “Before someone else does.”
And this time, Sunghoon didn’t argue.
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You push through the operating room doors, the sterile air hitting you instantly as the urgency inside the room becomes clear. The patient is already on the table, breaths uneven, the monitor beside her flashing unstable vitals.
“Doctor, her blood pressure is dropping,” one of the nurses calls out.
“I see it,” you reply, already gloving up. “Prepare for immediate delivery.”
Jungwon stands across from you, already scrubbed in, eyes focused but tense. This is different from the cases he’s seen before, this one is slipping, and even he can feel it. The usual controlled rhythm of the operating room feels tighter, heavier.
You moved quickly, voice steady despite the rising pressure. “Ma’am, stay with me, okay? You’re doing well. Just a little more.”
The woman turns her head slightly towards you, her face pale, lips trembling. “Doctor…” her voice is weak, barely audible. “If something happens…”
You shake your head immediately. “Nothing is going to happen. We’re getting both of you through this.”
She lets out a shaky breath, her fingers weakly gripping the sheets. “Please… just save the baby.”
“No,” you say firmly, without hesitation. “We’re saving both of you. Stay with me.”
“Heart rate dropping!” another nurse calls.
“Let’s move, now.” The room shifts into rapid motion.
“Push,” you instruct, your tone controlled but urgent. “You have to push for me.” With one final effort, the baby is delivered.
A second of silence, then a cry fills the room, strong and alive.
“Baby’s out,” you announced, a flicker of relief passing through the team.
But it doesn’t last.
“Doctor, she’s bleeding heavily!”
You look down, there's far more blood than before as it pooled rapidly.
“Start uterotonics. Apply pressure, now!” you order, your voice sharper now.
Jungwon hesitates for a fraction of a second before moving, following your commands, his movements slightly rushed.
“Ma’am, stay with me!” you call, louder now. “Stay with me!”
The monitor begins to slow.
“No, no, come on,” you mutter under your breath. “We’re not losing you.”
“BP unrecordable!”
“Prepare for resuscitation!”
The flatline cuts through the room. Followed by a long, continuous sound.
“No!” you shout, immediately stepping in. “Start CPR!”
You begin compressions, counting under your breath, your movements precise but desperate.
“Come on… come on…” you whisper, your voice cracking just slightly.
Jungwon watches for a brief moment, then steps in to assist, swallowing hard as he follows your lead.
Minutes pass, but the monitor doesn’t change.
The sound remains flat as your movements slow down.
The weight of the silence settles heavily in the room, no one daring to speak. For a moment, you just stare at the monitor, as if waiting for it to change. It doesn’t.
You inhale slowly, forcing yourself to straighten.
“Time of death,” you say, your voice quieter now, but steady as you glance at the clock. “4:56 pm.”
The baby’s cries echo faintly from across the room, a sharp contrast to the stillness surrounding you.
You turn your head towards Jungwon, your expression composed, but your eyes betray a flicker of something deeper.
“Transfer the baby to the newborn unit,” you instruct. “Go with the nurses.”
Jungwon nods, swallowing hard as two nurses carefully prepare the infant.
He hesitates for just a moment, looking back at you, before following them out.
You exhaled deeply, looking at the patient lying before you. Then you instructed the nurses on what to do with the body, ending with, “I’ll go inform her husband.”
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Pushing the operating room doors open, you stepped out into the hallway. The bright lights feel harsher now, the noise around you dull and distant. Across from you, her husband sits in the waiting area. The moment he sees you, he stands up quickly.
“Doc… how are they?” he asks as you approach.
You take a slow breath, steadying yourself, gathering the courage to say the words.
“I’m sorry, sir… but your wife didn’t make it,” you say quietly.
His shoulders drop as he looks down, his composure breaking as he starts to cry.
“…And the baby?” he asks after a moment, wiping at his tears.
“She’s alive,” you reply gently. “They’ve taken her to the newborn unit. I’ll let you know when it’s okay for you to visit.”
He nods weakly, trying to hold himself together.
“I’m… I’m sorry again for your loss,” you add, trying to sound professional despite the lump in your throat.
“It’s okay,” he says, though his voice trembles. “At least… at least you saved our baby. Thank you for that.”
You nod, offering a small, sympathetic smile as he turns and walks away, his steps heavy and unsteady.
You know it wasn't your fault, but deep down you still feel disappointed in yourself for not saving her.
As a doctor, moments like these are inevitable. But for you, it has only happened six times, including today. You always do your best to save your patients’ lives and you usually succeed. So when the worst happens, you can’t help but feel responsible, as if the loss was yours to carry.
You step aside, pressing a hand lightly against the wall as you take in a sharp breath. Tears begin to fall, quiet at first, then harder as the memory resurfaces, your patient’s face, the way she looked at you, trusting you when you promised to save both her and her baby.
“Y/N?” You heard someone call and you look up to see Sunghoon. You stared at him for a while, your expression a mix of surprise and nervous at the thought of him seeing your vulnerable side.
“Sunghoon, I—”
Before you can finish, he closes the distance and pulls you into a gentle embrace. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your head, guiding it to rest against his shoulder, while the other slowly rubs your back.
“Shh… it’s okay,” he murmurs softly. “You don’t have to explain anything.” He holds you carefully, like you might fall apart at any second.
You stayed like that for a while, crying into his shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around you.
You’re not sure how, but the simple gesture made you feel safe. The comfort you didn’t even realize you needed is suddenly there, steady and warm, easing the tightness in your chest little by little.
“I couldn’t save her,” you manage to say, your voice breaking as you pull away slightly, shaking your head. “I tried… but it wasn’t enough.”
“Hey, look at me.”
His hands gently cup your cheeks, guiding your gaze back to his.
“It’s not your fault,” he says softly. “It never was. So don’t blame yourself for what happened. You did everything you could.” His voice remains calm, comforting. “I’m like that too, I don’t always get to save my patients. But what matters is that you tried. That’s what counts.”
You swallow, nodding slowly as his words sink in.
“You’re right. Thank you,” you whisper.
He gives you a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t have to thank me. Just know that I’m always here for you.”
Your breath catches at that.
Your brows knit slightly as you search his face, trying to find even the slightest hint that he’s joking, but there’s nothing. Just sincerity, clear and unwavering in his eyes.
“Sunghoon…” you murmur.
“Yeah?” he responds, tilting his head slightly.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” you ask quietly. “I’ve been a jerk to you these past few weeks but you’re still here, comforting me.”
Your gaze drops again, guilt creeping in.
“I don’t think I deserve your kindness… or even your friendship.”
Sunghoon shakes his head almost immediately. He lifts your chin gently with his finger, making you look at him again.
“I don’t care about the past few weeks,” he says. “You needed someone, so I came.”
Something in your chest stirs at that, soft and unfamiliar, yet overwhelming all at once. Your lips tremble slightly as your eyes begin to sting again.
“I’m so sorry,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
Before he can respond, you step forward and wrapped your arms around him once more, holding him tighter this time.
Sunghoon lets out a soft chuckle, clearly caught off guard, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he gently pats your back, his touch warm and reassuring as you cling to him.
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The next day after the incident, you, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Chaewon went out to eat together. It was Sunghoon’s idea, he said it might help cheer you up after everything that happened.
You sat at the table with Chaewon beside you and Sunghoon across from you.
As you waited for your food, you glanced at him and smiled. “Sunghoon, thank you for this. I really needed it. I’m glad to have a friend like you.”
Then you looked over at Chaewon and Sunoo. “And you guys too.”
“Aww, no problem, babes. We’re always here to cheer you up,” Chaewon replied, wrapping an arm around you in a side hug.
“Friends?” Sunoo suddenly echoed, glancing at Sunghoon from the corner of his eye.
You blinked, confused.
“Oh– I mean… yeah, you’re welcome,” he quickly corrected, offering an awkward smile.
Before you could question it further, the food arrived, filling the table and momentarily shifting everyone’s attention.
The conversation died down as you all started eating, the clinking of utensils replacing it.
A few minutes in, Sunoo suddenly stood up.
“I just need to go to the restroom,” he said casually, then turned to Sunghoon. “Come with me.”
Before Sunghoon could even react, Sunoo was already pulling him up from his seat. Sunghoon barely had time to set his fork down, looking completely caught off guard as he was dragged along.
You watched them walk away, brows slightly furrowed.
“What was that about?” Chaewon asked.
You shrugged, just as confused. “I have no idea.”
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As you walked back to the hospital, you decided to bring up what happened earlier.
“So… are you going to tell me what that was about, or am I supposed to pretend it was nothing?” you asked, glancing at Sunghoon.
“What? That?” Sunghoon replied casually, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Sunoo was just overreacting about something.”
“Really…” you said, clearly unconvinced. “What kind of something?”
He rolled his eyes slightly, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “It’s just between me and him. Don’t worry. I’ll tell you if it ever concerns you.”
You let out a quiet sigh, deciding not to push further. “Okay, fine. I’ll believe you. As long as it’s not about a secret crush or anything, then I’m out.”
“What?” Sunghoon suddenly said, a bit too quickly.
You frowned, studying his reaction. “Huh…?” Then it clicked. “Wait… I’m right?”
“N-no, you’re not,” he denied, but the tips of his ears turned noticeably red.
A laugh slipped out of you. “Hey, relax. I won’t tell anyone,” you said, nudging him lightly. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
He glanced at you, still unsure whether to believe you.
“I think I already have an idea who it is,” you added, a teasing smile forming. “And don’t worry, I support you.”
“Oh…” Sunghoon exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “T– thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” you replied with a small smile.
You looked away after that, your chest tightening just a little, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Relief, because Sunghoon trusted you with something so personal, and disappointment, because you hadn’t expected him to like Wonyoung back.
You thought you had successfully buried those feelings long ago, but hearing him admit he had a crush still stung more than you were willing to admit.
It’s fine, you told yourself. As long as you stayed good friends, that would be enough.
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The fluorescent lights in the doctors’ lounge felt harsher than usual.
Maybe it was the hour. Maybe it was the exhaustion settling deep into your bones. Or maybe it was the way the numbers on the chart in front of you refused to make sense no matter how many times you read them.
Beside you, the cup of coffee you bought earlier had long gone lukewarm.
You reached for it anyway, bringing it to your lips in a half-hearted attempt to wake yourself up.
The bitter taste lingered, but it did little to chase away the heaviness in your eyes. If anything, it only reminded you how tired you really were.
You blinked once. Twice.
Still, the words blurred.
With a quiet sigh, you leaned back slightly in your chair, pressing your fingers against your temple as if that would somehow force your mind to cooperate. It didn’t. If anything, the silence of the room only made your thoughts louder and harder to ignore.
You didn’t even realize you were staring blankly at the same line for the past five minutes.
“You’re going to misread that.”
The voice came from behind you, calm and familiar, cutting through your haze like it always did.
You didn’t turn immediately. Instead, you let out a small breath, somewhere between a tired laugh and defeat.
“I’m not,” you muttered weakly, eyes still on the chart. “I’m just… taking my time.”
There was a pause. Then the sound of footsteps, slow, unhurried, coming closer.
“You’ve been ‘taking your time’ on the same page since I got here,” he replied.
You finally turned, meeting Sunghoon’s gaze. His expression wasn’t mocking, nor was it particularly soft, it was something in between, the kind you had learned to read over the years. Observant. Quietly concerned.
You straightened a little in your seat, as if that alone could prove your point.
“I’m fine,” you insisted, though even you could hear how unconvincing it sounded.
His eyes flickered briefly to the untouched coffee beside you, then back to your face.
“You didn’t even finish that,” he pointed out.
You glanced at the cup, then away. “It’s not working,” you admitted under your breath.
That was when his expression shifted, just slightly.
“…Come on.”
You frowned slightly. “What?”
“Come on,” he repeated, already turning away as if he expected you to follow.
You stared at his back for a second, then let out a quiet sigh before pushing your chair back. The legs scraped softly against the floor as you stood, grabbing your coat almost out of habit.
“Where are we going?” you asked, trailing after him.
“Fresh air,” he said simply. “Since that clearly isn’t working.”
You glanced back once at the abandoned cup of coffee on the table before following him out.
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The hallway was quieter than usual.
Your footsteps echoed faintly against the polished floors, falling into rhythm with his. Neither of you spoke, and yet the silence felt… comfortable. Familiar. It wrapped around the two of you like something well-worn, something neither of you questioned anymore.
The elevator ride was short.
You leaned lightly against the wall, arms loosely crossed, your head tilting back just enough for your eyes to close for a second. The hum of the elevator was almost lulling, dangerously so.
“You’re actually going to fall asleep standing up,” Sunghoon muttered.
You opened one eye lazily. “I’m not that far gone.”
He didn’t respond, but you felt his gaze stayed on you for a brief moment.
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The rooftop door creaked softly as he pushed it open.
The moment you stepped out, the cold night air hits your face, sharp and refreshing. It stole the warmth lingering on your skin and replaced it with something clearer.
You inhaled deeply.
And for the first time in hours, your head felt lighter.
“…Okay,” you admitted, stepping forward. “That actually helped.”
The wind picked up slightly, brushing past you and tugging at the edges of your coat. Fabric shifted, swaying gently with each passing breeze, the night wrapping itself around you in quiet movements.
You walked towards the railing, resting your hands against the cool metal as you looked out at the city below. Lights flickered in the distance, cars moving like slow, distant streams.
For a moment, everything felt far away.
“Thanks for this,” you said softly.
No response.
You glanced over your shoulder.
Sunghoon stood a few steps behind you, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, his posture relaxed but his gaze wasn’t on the view.
It was on you.
You turned slightly, brows knitting together. “What?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he took a step closer.
Then another.
The faint sound of his shoes against the concrete felt louder than it should have, each step closing the space between you until he was standing beside you, closer than usual.
Close enough for you to notice the way the wind shifted his hair slightly.
Close enough to see the way his eyes caught the city lights.
The way they seemed to twinkle, just barely, as he looked at you, not distant, but focused in a way that made your chest tighten without warning.
Something in your expression must have changed, because his gaze softened a little.
“You know, lately…” he began slowly, his voice lower now, steadier but heavier somehow. “I’ve been noticing things I didn’t before.”
Your breath hitched, just slightly.
“I thought it was nothing,” he continued. “I told myself it didn’t matter.” Then he took another step closer.
You didn’t move.
“But it keeps coming back,” he said, softer now. “No matter how much I try to ignore it.”
Your heart was beating faster now, louder than the wind, louder than your thoughts.
You couldn’t look away, not when he was standing this close, not when his voice sounded like that.
“Look, Y/N…” he said, your name quieter than you had ever heard it from him.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you something—”
A sharp sound cut through the air.
Your phone rang.
The sudden noise felt almost too loud in contrast to the stillness that had built up around you. You flinched slightly, breaking eye contact as you reached into your pocket.
Jungwon’s name flashes on your caller ID the moment you pick up.
Before you can even speak, his voice comes through urgently. “Y/N, there’s a woman in active labor with complications. We need you here now.”
“Okay, I’m coming,” you reply, your voice cutting through the quiet rooftop.
The wind is still, almost cruelly calm compared to the urgency in his tone.
You turn to Sunghoon, and for a brief second, your expression softens with guilt. “There’s an emergency. You can tell me that next time, okay?”
“Oh… okay,” he says quietly, the disappointment flickering across his face before he can hide it.
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” you add, already stepping back.
And just like that, you’re gone.
Sunghoon watches as you rush towards the door, your coat trailing behind you, footsteps echoing sharply before fading completely into the hospital corridor.
The rooftop falls silent again.
He stays there for a moment longer, unmoving, the wind brushing through his hair as if time itself has slowed down just for him.
A small breath escapes him, almost a sigh, as he looks at the empty space where you were standing just seconds ago.
author's note: wow, 12K words, this is actually my first time writing a fic that reached this word count
i really enjoyed writing this, which is probably why it ended up this long haha. as a med student myself, i got especially excited while writing the medical parts. and i think this is, by far, my favorite fic that I’ve written so far
i hope you were able to read it until the end >< even if it didn’t fully meet your expectations, i genuinely did my best to pour my heart into this fic (which I think I somehow did hehe)
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ who are you if not sunghoon's favourite kind of cardio?
朴成训 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 1.7k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、condescending dom!sunghoon、sub!reader、established relationship、degradation/humiliation、breath play (reader asks sunghoon to put them in a chokehold)、unprotected sex (don't do this)、breeding kink、full nelson & magic mountain position、biting、petnames used: angel、baby、cocksleeve、dumb puppy、good/greedy/sweet girl、pervert、princess.⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ this was written in a uhm...(horny) rage 😭 after reading this fic and having big boogie come on shuffle (hence the title), i gave this a go. someone also said my previous gym!hoon fic deserved a sequel, so this is my humble attempt 🙏🏾 hope you enjoy, much loveeeee! <333
"What's up? You seem…"
Under Sunghoon's watchful gaze, heaviness doesn't deter the antsy drum of your fingernails into the kitchen marble counter. Piercing skin into the flesh of your bottom lip, you've been watching him for the better part of the last five minutes. Eyes following the space Sunghoon's frame takes up of the room, presence imposing to the abandonment of your dimmed laptop. He's opted for a sleeveless shirt this time, jacked arms on full display with arm sleeves so loose, they expose pale slivers of skin marked in moon crescents of the very nails you gnaw on, consumed by nothing but the mundane. Observing your boyfriend make his protein shake, giving the bottle forceful shakes to mix its contents and your insides, engorged veins running his arms with the flex of his arms, his Adam's apple bobbing as he washes it down. You don't miss a second of it, not the dart of his tongue as he licks the edge of his lips of its reminiscent, tears nearly brought to your eyes as you stifle a pathetic whimper.
You should be used to it. The gymrat lifestyle your boyfriend's devoted himself to, the one you've reaped the benefits of and yet, here you are, shuffling in your seat because the sweats against your body are suffocating, skin simmering beneath the material while your boyfriend looks at you. Knowing, a sharp edge to the soft smile he gives, edged canine peeking out.
If only he knew you wanted it to sink into your skin.
"On edge."
A natural pause allows you to collect some semblance of composure, closed lids with a chest-emptying sigh before you look up again, sternness cemented into the knit of your eyebrows. Fingernails slowing their rhythm, only accentuating every point leaving your mouth.
"Don't tire yourself out," you say, head cocked to the side. "You've got work to do when you're back."
Amusement pulls his smile wider, inches his eyebrow up too. "Is that so?"
"Yeah."
You shift again, laboured chest rising and falling, uncomfortable with actions so blatantly obvious in his eyes. Must be why brightness streaks in them as he slugs his gym bag over his shoulder, his answer clear as day. "You go ahead and stretch,"
His hand lowers his hat, an overcast in his darkened eyes. "You'll need it."
And he leaves. Half hard through his grey sweats with the ticking time-bomb that is you.
Which is how you find yourself here, folded into his personal origami as his arms pin your legs to your ears, pounding into you without any regard.
"Didn't you want this, baby?" Sunghoon coos, ragged chuckle ringing in your ears. "So incessant on me fucking you but look at you now - can't get your big girl words out."
You gargle on some stupid retort, the sound choked in the saliva pooled in your mouth, lips parted to chase the breaths he won't let you catch. Muscles cry in fatigue, in no way helped by the advice you followed through with by stretching. Nails are left to weak scratches against Sunghoon's forearms, the leverage of the leaned back couch allowing him to knock deepest in you.
"You sat here waiting for me, making a mess of your flimsy underwear ── didn't even let me get through the door to beg for my cock. Is that what you are, angel?" Your head lolls back, swarmed with syrupy thoughts as he fucks up into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. "Some muscle obsessed cocksleeve? Something for me to fuck and use any way I want?"
Energy summons itself to nod your head, agreement sounding amidst the wet squelch of your cunt splashed back onto yours and Sunghoon's thighs. "I am, I am──ngh!"
His laugh's rich in your ear, cock pulsing in your walls refusing to let him go, body curling into itself to feel him press further in you, a groaned whimper leaving your kissed-red lips. "Well, aren't you a pleasure to use."
Your nails drag endlessly, streaking into his skin with no remorse, a sick turn of your stomach calling for scattered words. "Hoon, I─fuck, I'm gonna come again."
"Already? I've barely fucked you, baby," his reply comes with a sloppy few thrusts, hitched momentum in the desperate squeeze of your cunt. "Isn't this what you were on your knees for? Nosing along my balls like some dumb puppy,"
"You smelled good," you whine, slap of your ass echoing against his flexed thighs, him holding you like you're nothing. "Feel good too, fuck."
"Got a pervert for a girlfriend. I can't be surprised," he grunts, notching himself particularly hard to the knock of air out your lungs, strained and desperate for life. "Go on, since you're so easy. Come."
As much control as Sunghoon has over the body he sculpts in the gym, he has the same over your own, unearthing the orgasm ripping through you at his command. A scream unleashes the rawness of your vocal chords, dying into sob-like whimpers as moisture clumps your lashes together, body bucking erratically in a hold Sunghoon doesn't so much as flinch at, keeping you pinned and in plac through your orgasm.
Hazy at best is how your consciousness prevails, a mirage of the warm lights in your living room. Afternoon sunset pours through the windows, curtains you didn't think to close, one-track minded when you heard the lock turning at Sunghoon's arrival.
The arctic cold of the floor straightens your spine, figure having been moved to hunch over the poor coffee table you served tea and cake to friends not even a day ago, now being defiled as your hands splays against the polished oakwood. In the echo chamber of your breath, your ass lifts as Sunghoon's tip collects slick smeared between your folds, electricity lighting your spine.
"Mind if I fuck you more, baby?" he asks, voice dripping with the sweet condescending nature you latch onto, pleased moan feeding his ego. "I'll even get my arm around you, just how you like."
That grabs your attention. Instills life into your tired body with arms reaching back, spine bending with fingers spreading yourself for his taking. "Please, Hoonie. I need it, I need it so bad."
"Want my arm around you, hm angel?" his teasing knows no end, cock drenched in arousal as all he does is run his length along you, tip nudging into your hole to chip away at your soul. "Wanna get pumped full of my come?"
Your breasts peel off the coffee table with an insignificant burn, body squirming as your hips try backing into him. "Want it, Hoon. It's all I want,"
"I'll be good," you slur, cheek pressed into the table. Frustration keeps your lashes wet, face scrunched up miserably. "You know I'm good for it."
"God, you're sin," his patience reaches its limit, tip breaching further into your cunt welcoming him in. "Since you're so good ─ take it."
No time is spared for a response, his girthy length sliding into the mess of come coating your walls, the glide and stretch of him filling you bringing incoherent expressions of gratitude out your running mouth. He sets a punishing rhythm, folding himself over to press against your back, uniting you as one as his large arm hooks underneath your chin, locked in by the cross of his wrists while he fucks you with no escape.
It's the highlight of every life you've lived, a single high curling your toes and engulfing your senses and half-baked thoughts in all Sunghoon. He's so close like this, a waft of sandalwood and cinnamon embracing you in a familiar hug, hard ridges of his body sticking to yours with leftover sweat from the gym and now, his favourite cardio ─ stuffing you full of his cock with every bit of joy you voice.
Pleasure sings in every cell of your body, on cloud nine, aided by the restricted airflow given by the unforgiving cram of his arm, sandwiched in between his hard bicep and forearm. If you weren't so out of it, your teeth would make a home in his skin, no rigidness in your slack jaw.
"Think you're coherent enough to rub your clit for me or you just gonna come taking my cock?" he muses, breath fanning over the shell of your ear. "Talk to me, princess."
Your hand shakes on the table, wanting to move but unable to. "I can't─I can't move."
"Oh my greedy girl, I'll give it to you. Just keep squeezing me like that," his wrist separates from the other, leaning your body towards its side to keep you in a chokehold, hand venturing between your thighs. They shake from the force of his thrusts, shimmering with your slick and ghosted over before Sunghoon gets his fingers to rub over your clit. You howl in his hold, overstimulation bucking your poor body that begged for this, the simultaneous feel of his cock and fingers sending you to the edge. "Fuck, you're gonna be dripping with my come if you keep doing that."
"I'm close," you whimper, lips quivering with the anticipation building in your stomach, warm and rearranged in every way you love. "Give me your come ─ pleaseeee,"
"How can I say no when you're so sweet for me?" You hear him smile, feel the press of his lips against your sweat-layered temple before he starts rutting into you, pulling you into him as he chases his high. In the desperate pursuit, his fingers rub your clit faster, unearthing high-pitched moans vibrating off his skin as your cunt weeps around him, walls holding onto him for dear life. "You go first, needy girl. Come for me, I've got you."
And you do, so desperately moulded to his whims your body gives in, starlight streaking across your eyes as you come. Beyond the incessant slap of his hips against your skin, all you hear is the rush of your blood flooding through you, so weak to the explosive burst of euphoria your body operates on instinct, teeth sinking into the flesh of Sunghoon's arm, earning you a grunt.
"God, you're milking me, princess," he moans, words wobbled at their end. "Gonna give it to you - thank me like a good girl."
The 'thank yous' topple out your mouth like a mantra, plentiful and so true to their word, it pushes Sunghoon deep into your sweet spot, flooding your walls with hot come you push out, clenching in a frenzy as Sunghoon pulls out, watching your body shake in his aftermath.
"My sweet girl," you hear in the distance of your comedown, shoulder blades pressed in an adoring kiss. "Nothing beats you."
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