i lowkey hate how people only write smut for kang-soo and ignore how much he actually went through in yadang….so here’s an angst piece. i hope you enjoy!
summary: you wish kang-soo was around more often.
warnings: angst (happy ending), feelings of loneliness, reader may come off as a little selfish, mentions of cigarettes, arguing
word count: 1.1k
the apartment was quiet.
a quietness you had gotten used to, of course, given that kang-soo was almost always out of the house nowadays because of his new work as a yadang.
you understood his situation, really you did, but that didn’t stop you from missing him and wishing he was home any less. you weren’t resentful, really, but sometimes you couldn’t help but be a little angry at your circumstances.
the sound of the front door opening rouses you out of your thoughts.
he was home?
you rush to set down your book and get off the couch to see him, stopping as he walks in the door looking completely beaten down.
“hi,” he greets lowly, brushing past you to get to the kitchen and get a glass of water.
you stand rooted to your spot, frankly baffled at how he essentially ignored you. it had been nearly a week since he’d last been home, no doubt crashing at chang-rak’s place or some shitty motel while he was away.
“is that it? hi?” your voice comes out a little harsher than you mean it to, and for a second you feel a twinge of regret, but it quickly fades. it’s kang-soo’s almost flippant behavior that makes you realize just how angry you are with not only the situation, but him. sure, he had to be out of the house often, but couldn’t he show a little more affection? didn’t he realize how much his absence was affecting you? how much you worried about him and his well-being?
or was he choosing to ignore it?
you see his posture stiffen a little bit at the tone of your voice, before slowly turning to face you. his face is tired, the purple and slightly yellow remains of a bruise marring his cheekbone and making him look even more weary.
“are you really going to do this right now?” his voice is sharp. a muscle in his jaw jumps slightly. “are you really going to be like this now?”
his words make you even angrier. how dare he act like you were some nuisance, like you were a child, when all you wanted was for him to be okay and safe? when all you wanted was the love of your life home with you?
“what do you mean, be like this? be like what?” you move closer to kang-soo, standing in front of him in the kitchen as you cross your arms over your chest.
the sound of the glass of water hitting the kitchen island as kang-soo sets it down a little too hard makes you jolt a bit, but it doesn’t disarm you. if anything it makes you feel worse.
you go to open your mouth in a retort, but kang-soo cuts you off, his voice sharp.
“difficult. you’re always difficult when i come home.”
the words take the breath from your chest, the anger from your heart.
difficult.
that’s what you were. difficult.
and the worst part was that he wasn’t wrong either. now that you think about it, you were difficult when he came back home. always chastising, always nagging, telling him to be more careful when out, telling him to stop smoking all those cigarettes.
you just weren’t expecting him to say it to your face.
when you look up at kang-soo, his lips are pressed into a tight line, fingers tapping the counter rapidly.
“y-you’re just so annoying sometimes.” he stutters out, grabbing the glass of water he’d poured and taking a sip.
your heart sinks in your chest at hearing his stutter come out; that was an indicator of him being really stressed.
and to call you annoying? that comment stings more than you’d like it to admit.
kang-soo could be mean if he wanted to be, but he was normally always softer with you; you had that effect on him.
so his words cut you more than they should’ve.
you turn your head quickly out of his view so he can’t see the tears that pool in your eyes. but it’s too late. he’s seen.
you hear kang-soo’s soft sigh, and then the sound of the glass he had being set down on the counter.
“baby,” he starts, voice softer now that you’re crying. “i’m not trying to be mean. you know that, right?”
you nod, still not turning to look at him. you kick yourself mentally for being a coward.
“i just….” kang-soo trails off a bit, thinking.
“i’ve been going through a lot lately. and i don’t mean to bring that home or take it out on you. i k-know you miss me and worry about me, i miss you too when i’m out.”
he sighs. “but when i come home it’s just….i, i can’t ever really get away from it all. because you start fussing about e-everything.”
you turn your head a little to face him, but you don’t look at him yet.
“i…i’m sorry, kang-soo.” your voice is shaky despite your attempt to keep it even.
“i’m sorry.” tears track down your face. how could you have been so selfish? how could you not have seen how battered he was?
his hand, warm but rough against your face, turns your head to look at him. wipes your tears softly. pulls you closer to press a kiss to your forehead.
“don’t cry, baby….” he sighs again, but not out of exasperation. he hates it when you cry. it undoes him completely. and even more so if it was something he did to make you cry.
kang-soo smooths your hair down repeatedly with his hand, a gesture meant to soothe.
“i’m not mad at you. i was just frustrated, okay?”
you nod, still unable to fully meet his eyes. shame burns hot in your chest.
i know you’re only worried about me, sweetheart.”
you nod again, faster this time, trying to hold the rest of your tears in. it doesn’t work. you hide your face against his chest and let out a sob that makes his heart twist.
“i’m sorry,” it’s all you can say as you cling to him, still being careful of any injuries he might have under his clothes.
kang-soo pulls you a little closer, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other remains in your hair.
the two of you stay like that for a while.
“i love you.” his voice is soft in your ear, arm squeezing you to him a little tighter.
your eyes water at that. you know kang-soo loves you, of course you do.
but to hear him say it, in the flesh and not over the phone, is different.
you look forward to the days where he can say it in person every time.
- your worry for kangsoo’s safety on his missions reaches an all-time high, and he comforts you. -
warnings: light angst, established relationship, slightly suggestive, makeout session
words: 1.4k
note: just something quick and short until i finish all my assignments 😭 I’ll be back to writing more very soon!!!
You lounge back on the sofa opposite the large window of your 12th floor apartment.
Seoul city may look beautiful from up here, but in reality it is humming with dangerous people. Violent people. People running the tens upon tens of drug networks throughout the city. Your boyfriend’s job proves that almost daily.
You rapidly tap your foot against the sofa underneath you, nerves growing. Kang-soo has been called out on yet another drug bust with his boss, Prosecutor Gu, a major takedown in Laura Hill Hotel, and the mere thought is making your stomach flip.
Sometimes he returns home from a mission completely unscathed, and you will celebrate the success with him with a hundred hugs and kisses, a bottle of wine and a movie of his choice. Other times, he has walked through the front door bruised, bloody and barely walking straight. For all you know, there could come a day where he doesn’t come home whatsoever. You can’t deal with it anymore.
You are snapped out of your trance when you hear the bedroom door clicking open. You turn around to see Kang-soo emerge, wearing his usual snitching get-up — black suit jacket, low-cut white tank top, black pants, a leather belt and red Nike Jordans. You sigh, the sight of him looking so well-done when anything could happen to him out there wrecking your nerves. He catches your gaze and his usual wide grin grows on his face.
“I’m away now, angel,” he beams as he skips towards the sofa to see you off. His energy and radiance starkly contrast the anxiety pooling in your stomach. He leans down, plants a small peck on your lips and runs a hand along the top of your head, smiling once more. “I’ll be back later with takeout. Sound good, hmm?” he chuckles before he swiftly turns back around towards the front door.
Kang-soo’s casual demeanour almost pisses you off. You can barely comprehend how he can be so laid back when he’s about to walk head-first into danger for the third night this week.
Without another thought, you spring up from the sofa and make a beeline towards him, catching him by the hand before he steps out of the door. By surprise, he turns to glance at you, eyebrows raised.
“You’ll be back later? Is that so?” you exclaim shakily, panic lacing your voice and your mind. “How can you be so sure, Kang-soo?”
“Baby… what are you—”
You immediately cut him off as your emotions continue to spill out of you. “Six days ago, you walked through this door with a face beaten to pulp. Three days before that I almost rushed you to the ER for a potential broken ankle. And two weeks ago, there was more red on that damn tank top than white!” you blurt, voice slowly rising as your anger at him builds. Your eyes dart to the crimson-red bruise on his left cheek, remnant from the beating he faced from a gang of drug dealers six days ago, and you shake the unwelcome reminder out of your mind.
Kang-soo’s attitude has completely shifted. He turns his entire body to face you, guilt and worry looming in his eyes. He gently takes your hands in his.
“Baby…” he speaks softly, desperate to calm you down. “I always come back home, don’t I? You know that.”
You are still not buying it. You pull your hands out of his hold. “Those words mean nothing to me. That’s easy for you to say. What if, one day, you don’t get so lucky?” you snap. “Every late night mission you go on, I sit here waiting. Waiting for you to come home safe, or to get a call telling me I need to come to the ER to see you immediately…”
You trail off, the emotion becoming too much to bear as tears begin to roll down your cheeks.
“…Or a call telling me that you’re fucking dead.”
Your last words pierce Kang-soo directly in the gut. He is almost too stunned to speak. He squeezes his eyes shut, looking down the the floor and muttering a swear to himself, but he holds back his overwhelming emotions to comfort you.
“Hey, hey…” he whispers, cupping your face and wiping the streaky tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. “Look at me, darling. Look at me.”
You can barely make eye contact with him. You can’t stand to look into the deep, brown eyes of the love of your life, knowing the small chance of him not coming home to you again. His soft tone of voice only makes the thought even more heart-wrenching, but you give in and meet his gaze. His eyes glisten a little, ridden with guilt.
“I know…” Kang-soo stutters, his voice trembling. “I know this job is unpredictable. I know I can’t ever promise you that I will come back home to you. But I need you to know that you are on my mind every single minute of every mission. You are my motivation to fight back when I fall into danger.” He gives you encouraging nods, his bottom lip quivering slightly. “That’s how I manage to come back to you every single time, even if I’m barely hanging on by a thread.” He forces a smile for you, still soothing you with his thumbs brushing your cheeks.
The tears return to your eyes at his words, and you return his nods, trying your hardest to believe his words. You want to let go of him less than ever now. You grab him by the waist, pulling him into you as you kiss him as if it’s your last.
You both immediately melt into each other. One of Kang-soo’s hands snakes its way through your hair to the back of your head, while the other caresses your back. You lock your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips move slow against each other, elongating every moment of it. He makes humming noises against you while balling your hair in his hand, gently pushing your head as he deepens the kiss, tongue sliding past yours. The faint taste of Raison Black cigarettes when he kisses you, combined with the spicy scent of cologne on his skin, will always make you weak. Your hands move from his neck down to his waist, and you find them untucking his tank top from his pants and sliding up his softly muscular back, the desperation for the touch of his skin on yours growing. His hands lovingly squeeze your hips as his lips continue to move wet and faster against yours. You feel his fingers snake underneath your waistband, a strong hand pulling your ass. You are both lost in each other’s embrace, until—
Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
“Ah— fuck…” Kang-soo slurs into your mouth as he reluctantly breaks the kiss. He reaches for his pocket, pulling out his phone. “That’s Gu wondering where the hell I am.”
Worry sets in your mind again. You press your fingertips into his waist, hands still lingering on his body from moments ago. He notices your expression and stuffs his phone back into his pocket, pulling your hands from his body and holding them with care.
“Don’t you think a kiss like that was a promise that I’ll be back home to give you even more later?” Kang-soo teases, grinning.
You sigh, but you cannot stop the smile that his words force out of you. “If you come home later with even one bruise, you’ll never kiss me again,” you joke, but with a seriousness still lacing your tone.
“Damn…” he lulls in his signature cocky tone. “Then I’ll make sure to come home to you unscathed, ma’am.”
You laugh at his teasing, pushing his chest playfully with a finger. A moment of comfortable, silent eye contact sits between the two of you, until you take his rugged face in your hands, running your thumb along his jawline moles while you stare into his eyes.
“I love you, Kang-soo.”
He smiles and his hands caress your shoulders. “I love you more, angel.”
You give him one more short kiss before you send him off. “And don’t forget… you promised takeout,” you wink at him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he teases once more before he slides out of the front door.
Warning: I don't speak English, so I'm using a translator. Please forgive any mistakes! 🥺
This is a small continuation of this part.
Summary: how the characters would apologize to you
Characters: Lee Kang Soo, Kang Dae Ho, Noh Woo Sung, Kim Yo Han, Wang Wook.
Lee Kang Soo
The next morning, you woke up on a hard hospital chair next to Kang Soo’s bed. Your neck was stiff, your back ached, but you didn’t care.
Kang Soo lay on the bed, covered with a blanket. The bruises on his face had darkened — purple, with blue edges — but the doctors assured you his ribs were fine, just badly bruised. He’d gotten a few stitches on his split eyebrow.
You looked at him, thinking about how vulnerable he seemed now. Without his usual smirk. Without that dangerous glint in his eyes. Just a tired man who had nearly died yesterday.
“Stop staring,” he said suddenly, without opening his eyes.
“I’m not staring.”
“You are. I can feel it.”
He opened his eyes and looked at you. There was the familiar mockery in them, but beneath it — something softer. Something he never showed anyone but you.
“Come here,” he said, patting the edge of the bed.
“It’s cramped.”
“Even better. You’ll be closer.”
You moved over, and he wrapped his good arm around you, pulling you close and burying his nose in your hair.
“Listen,” he said quietly. “I did a lot of thinking last night while I was lying here waiting for the doctor.”
“About what?”
“About how to ask for your forgiveness.”
You froze.
“What?”
He gets out of bed, walks over to you, and drops to his knees. Right there on the floor. Kang Soo on his knees. Just yesterday he was limping, and today, despite the pain, he’s kneeling for you.
“Babe, I’m sorry I made you worry… I know how much you care about me, and I really appreciate it…”
“Kang Soo, get up,” you whisper.
“Not until you say you forgive me.”
“That’s blackmail.”
“It’s begging. Forgive me. I swear. I won’t take any more jobs like this. That prosecutor Goo is hiding something from me…”
You give in. You always give in when he looks at you like that.
“Get up, Kang Soo,” you say, reaching out your hand. “I thought so. Goo is hiding something. How many times has he sent you on dangerous jobs like this? It’s like he wants to get rid of you.”
He slowly stands, pulls you close, and buries his face in your hair.
“I think so too. Looks like he’s willing to throw his own people under the bus to get a promotion. Now I have to dig up all his dirty secrets.”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t joke about things like this.” He pulls back and looks at you. “You’re the best thing I have. And I don’t want you to see me like this. And I don’t want my games to cost me you. If Goo has turned against me, then my first priority is to protect you.”
“I’ll do anything to help you.”
“I won’t let you get involved in this.”
“Kang Soo, you’re just as precious to me. I have to help you too.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Jerk.”
“Your jerk,” he grins. “Now take me home. I’ve earned it.”
“What did you earn? A busted face?”
“Being alive,” he says seriously.
In response, you hug him carefully, trying not to hurt him.
“I forgive you.”
Kang Dae Ho
Dae Ho doesn’t know how to apologize gracefully. He doesn’t drop to his knees with grand speeches or buy flowers for the whole apartment. He just breaks. And you see everything hidden behind his mask.
He stands up. Walks over to you and hides his face in your neck.
“Don’t go,” he whispers. “Please. I’ll tell you everything. I had to leave the service. I had a medical discharge. Panic attacks — I couldn’t handle the field. I couldn’t take it, and I broke. I wanted so badly for my father to be proud of me… And then I got this tattoo to look tough. So no one would know how weak I really am.”
“You’re not weak. You just found the courage to admit your fears. That means a lot.”
He cries. Openly, unashamed. You’ve only seen him cry once before — when he thought no one was watching.
“I’m not a hero,” he continues through his tears. “I’m not strong. I’m just… scared. And I lied because I was afraid you’d see the truth and… and realize I don’t deserve you.”
“Dae Ho, I’m not angry at you. You mean so much to me. I can’t even be mad at you.”
“I love you,” he says, grabbing your hands. “I love you so much that I’ll become real. I’ll try. Every day. I’ll see a therapist. I’ll tell my friends everything. I’ll get this stupid tattoo removed. I’ll do anything to make you proud of me. Just… just don’t leave.”
You look at him — this giant guy who’s trembling now, looking at you with such desperate hope that your heart breaks.
Dae Ho pulls you close, and you both cry.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair.
“I’m not angry,” you answer. “But no more secrets. I want us to trust each other. You don’t have to become someone else. Just be honest. That’s enough for me.”
Dae Ho nods and pulls you close again.
“I will. I promise. A former Marine’s honor. I mean… just my word.”
You smile through your tears.
“That’s better.”
Wang Wook
Wang Wook isn’t used to asking for forgiveness. Usually, people beg him. But when he realizes he might lose you, his pride shatters. He betrayed your trust. Sacrificed you for power. You left without looking back. You didn’t scream, didn’t cry — you just disappeared from his life.
The first few days, he told himself it had to be done. That power mattered more. That he was a prince, an heir to the throne.
But at night, Wang Wook can’t sleep. He lies in his massive bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing he’s made the biggest mistake of his life.
He starts looking for you. The palace is no place to hide, but you’ve always known how to be invisible. He finds you a week later — in the old garden where you used to meet. You’re sitting on a bench, sorting through medicinal herbs.
“I knew you’d be here,” he says softly, approaching.
You don’t look up.
“Leave, Your Highness.”
“Don’t call me that,” he says, sitting beside you. “Not now.”
“Then what should I call you? Traitor? Liar? The man who traded love for a throne?”
“I know,” he hangs his head. “I know what I did. And I know I don’t deserve forgiveness.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To tell you… that you were right.” He turns to you. “Power didn’t make me happy. It made me… empty. Inside, there’s nothing but cold and darkness. You were my light, and I put it out myself.”
You stay silent. Your heart is pounding, but you don’t show it.
“I’m not asking you to come back,” he says. “I have no right. But I’m asking you to forgive me. Not now. Maybe in a year, maybe ten. But I’d be glad to know that someday you can remember me without pain.”
He reaches out and places a small book on the bench.
“This is for you. Poems I wrote when you weren’t by my side.”
He stands to leave.
“Wang Wook,” you call, and he freezes.
“Yes?”
“Did you… did you really write a book?”
“I didn’t write a book,” he turns, tears in his eyes. “I wrote a thousand pages about how much I love you. And how stupid I was to lose what mattered most.”
“I’ll read it.”
“You will?”
“I’m not promising forgiveness. But I’ll read it.”
He nods and walks away without looking back. And you sit on the bench, clutching the book, crying.
Forgiveness — not yet. But the first step has been taken.
Noh Woo Sung
In the morning, you find freshly brewed coffee in the kitchen — with your favorite foam hearts, which he could never get right before. Today, they’re perfect.
Next to it, a note: “I’m sorry.”
That evening, you come home from work and see that he’s cleaned the apartment. Spotless. Even the places you never check.
The next day, you find a small box on your pillow. Inside — your favorite brooch, the one you lost a month ago and couldn’t find. He’s been searching for it all this time.
You can’t take it anymore. You go to the kitchen, where he’s washing dishes — even though usually you do it, because last time he broke three plates.
“Woo Sung,” you say.
He turns around.
“Enough with the notes,” you say, walking closer. “If you have something to say, say it.”
He’s quiet for a long time. Then he puts the plate in the rack, dries his hands, and turns to face you.
“I’m not good at this,” he says quietly. “I don’t know what words to use. Sometimes I forget that you need me too. Not just me needing you.”
“Woo Sung…”
“I don’t want to lose you,” he interrupts. “You’re the only reason I wake up. Even when everything feels meaningless… Tell me what to do. I’ll do it.”
You look at him. His tired face. His trembling hands. His eyes, filled with both hope and fear.
“Hug me,” you say. “Just hug me.”
He steps closer and hugs you. Gently, as if you’re made of glass. He buries his nose in your hair and stays still.
“Do you forgive me?” he whispers.
“I wasn’t even angry at you,” you answer. “But next time, no notes. Just come to me and say what’s on your mind. That’s enough.”
You stroke his back.
“If you want, we can temporarily move to another apartment.”
“Yes, y/n…”
Kim Yo Han
The day after the fight, you’re sitting in the kitchen. Even though you said everything you’d been bottling up to Yo Han, something still wouldn’t let your soul rest.
Yo Han finds you in the kitchen, drinking tea and staring thoughtfully out the window.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying. I can tell.”
You turn to him and stay silent for a moment, choosing your words.
“I can’t stop thinking about yesterday’s conversation…”
Yo Han slowly walks over and sits down across from you.
“It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“I believe you, Yo Han. I’m not asking for your attention 24/7. I’m just asking you to look at me sometimes. Not through me. At me.”
“I do look,” he says.
“No. You see me. But you don’t look. Those are different things.”
Yo Han places his hand over yours.
“I promise. For you,” he says quietly.
“You always say ‘for you,’ but you don’t think about my feelings. Whether it hurts me or not.”
“I understand. It won’t happen again. You always took care of me when I was in prison. I owe you the same and more.”
Yo Han takes out his phone and turns it off.
“What are you doing?” you ask, surprised.
“Proving it to you.” He places the phone on the table. “I’m not answering anyone today. No work, no other business. Today is just you. Talk. About anything. I’ll listen.”
“Are you serious?” You look at Yo Han in surprise.
“I never joke about things like this.” He squeezes your hand tighter. “I’m an idiot, I know. I hurt you with my actions. Today, I’m devoting the whole day to you.”
You start talking. About your day. About something funny you saw on the street. About everything that’s been building up inside.
Yo Han listens carefully and lets you say everything on your mind.
Warning: smut, p i v, public sex, unprotected, enemies to lovers, power dynamics, hate sex, pet names, possessiveness.
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
The hum of tires on asphalt is the only thing filling the tense silence inside the car. Kang-soo keeps his eyes glued to the road, his jaw set so tight you could practically hear his teeth grinding. Normally, his arrogance is what keeps you on your toes, but today, seeing him defeated is a much more potent fuel for your ego.
“Are you going to keep pretending I don’t exist, or are you going to admit I kicked your ass on the op?” you let out with a smug smirk, leaning your head back against the seat.
He doesn’t laugh—not this time. His knuckles turn white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. You’d made a bet: whoever closed the informant’s case first got whatever they wanted. And you didn't just close it; you humiliated him in front of the entire unit.
“It was luck,” he growls, his voice raspier than usual. “A total fluke that happened to go your way.”
“That ‘fluke’ is going to cost you dearly, Officer,” you remind him, dropping your voice until it’s a whisper laced with venom and desire. “We settle our scores. And you owe me a big one.”
He abruptly hits the hazards and swerves into a deserted gas station in the middle of the night. The engine cuts out, but the atmosphere remains electric.
“It’s a long way to the next town,” he says, changing the subject. “I’m gassing up.”
“Fine,” you reply. “I’m going to use the restroom, then we keep going, okay?”
“I’ll wait here.”
While you were in the bathroom, you snuck a look outside. You saw him standing by the car, checking his phone. You pulled out yours.
You: Get in here. No one’s around.
Sent.
Received.
Read.
Kang-soo: On my way.
He locked the car, and you watched him approach, looking a bit on edge as he checked his surroundings. You stepped back into the grimy restroom; the smell of cheap disinfectant and stagnant air hit your senses.
Not even ten seconds pass before the main door swings open. Kang-soo ducks in, checking behind him one last time before slamming the bolt shut with a heavy thud. The strict professional everyone sees at the office stayed in the car. In here, there’s only the man looking to reclaim his wounded pride.
He corners you against the cold porcelain sink. His hands—large and rough—wrap around your throat. He doesn't squeeze, but he’s marking his territory.
“Couldn’t wait to collect, could you? Couldn’t even make it to the hotel?” His breath smells like coffee and nicotine as his lips brush yours. “Then move, because I don’t have all night for you to mock me.”
“Shut me up, Kang-soo,” you challenge, arching your body into his.
There is no romance in the way he kisses you. It’s a collision of teeth and tongue, a struggle for control that you are currently winning. He hoists you onto the counter and, with one sharp tug, rips your underwear aside. The urgency is raw, almost primal.
His hands slide all over your body, drawing out stifled sighs.
“You’re so beautiful... and all mine,” he whispers against your neck, peppering your skin with kisses.
You’d be lying if you said you weren't turned on just by the sound of his voice. You’re losing your mind just imagining what he’s going to do to you in a few minutes.
“Kang-soo…”
“Mmm?”
He continues to touch you, kissing you with those damp lips that make you melt. You know you can’t take too long in case someone shows up, but you don’t want to stop this for a second.
“Daddy...” you say, and his eyes flare at the pet name. “Do it now. I need you.”
When he drops his trousers, you see he is more than ready for you. There is no delicate foreplay. He wrenches your legs open and enters you in a single, dominant thrust—so deep it draws a cry from you that you try to stifle against his shoulder.
“Tell me who’s in charge now,” he gasps into your ear, beginning to move inside you with a slow, deliberate rhythm, gripping your hips with enough force to leave marks.
“Still... still me,” you moan with a breathless laugh, throwing your head back, reveling in the filthy friction and the thrill of being in a public place.
He doesn't say a word, but his gaze darkens as he picks up the pace. With his free hand, he yanks your shirt up and fumbles your bra out of the way. He focuses on licking and sucking your left breast while you bite your lower lip raw.
You close your eyes, lost in the pleasure. You can only manage low moans, but you’re already losing your grip on reality. You want to scream, and Kang-soo notices, clamping his hand over your mouth.
“That’s what you get for not waiting until the hotel,” he spits out with a trace of venom.
“Sit on the toilet,” you demand, ignoring his scolding.
You couldn't care less about the germs or the filth of the place. You only live once, and Kang-soo is railing you in a gas station bathroom.
You climb on top of him, lining him up with your entrance, and sink down onto him, beginning to ride him with everything you’ve got. Keeping your moans quiet is a mission impossible, and it only gets worse when he reaches down between your legs, giving your clit the attention it craves.
“You son of a bitch,” you curse. Kang-soo just chuckles maliciously.
You aren't friends, let alone a couple... but you can’t deny that every time you have sex, it’s better than the last. It’s never boring. Never.
You notice that with every thrust, his face flushes deeper and his grip on your hips tightens. He’s right on the edge.
You shift, leaning your torso over him so your breasts are level with his face. You rest your arms on his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair.
From his position, he tilts his head back and looks at you, entranced, the vein in his temple throbbing.
“You move,” you command. “Fuck me like your life depends on it.”
And he does.
He wraps his arms around your waist and begins to drive his hips upward, hitting your G-spot with every single thrust. He gives your ass a couple of slaps—a bit soft for your taste—but then he yanks your hair to tilt your head to the side.
“You have no idea how good your ass looks from here,” he pants. “I’d fuck you anywhere on this planet.”
And you would too.
You didn't care where or when, as long as he was the one making you his.
The sound of the main door being tried freezes you both.
“Hey! Anyone in there?” a voice from outside thuds against the wooden door.
Kang-soo stops, his chest heaving against yours, his length still pulsing inside you. He cups the sides of your head with both hands, his eyes bloodshot with desire and a hint of amused panic.
“Say something,” he whispers in your ear, his voice pure electricity. “Or I’ll let them find us like this, and tomorrow we’ll be on the front page for indecent exposure.”
“It’s me...” you manage to say, your voice cracking as you try to sound normal while he begins to move again, slowly, torturing you. “I’m sick. Give me five minutes.”
The person walks away, muttering under their breath. As soon as the footsteps fade, the rhythm turns frantic. Kang-soo grabs your waist again and resumes the assault, forcing you to cling to his shoulders. His gaze is lost in the obscene way your breasts bounce as he drives into you without mercy. The contrast between his flushed face and your bare skin is the most intoxicating thing you’ve ever seen.
You finish together in a blur of adrenaline and spasms that leaves you lightheaded. You stay like that for a second, joined together, catching your breath in the dead silence of the bathroom.
Minutes later, you’re back in the car. He clicks his seatbelt and starts the engine, slipping back into that mask of professional seriousness he loves to wear when he loses to you.
“The bet’s settled,” he says, but there’s a glint of satisfaction in his eyes he can’t quite hide.
You laugh, wiping the corner of your mouth and looking at him out of the corner of your eye.
“Not a chance, Kang-soo. There’s a new case next week. And I’m already thinking about what else you’re going to owe me when you lose again.”
pairing: lee kang-soo x fem!reader
synopsis: you're an exotic dancer catching the eyes of the notorious snitch, lee kang-soo
warnings: MDNI 18+. smut, p in v, unprotected, slight choking, squirting, f!receiving, red-light district, exotic dancers, club setting, mentions of drugs
word count: 5.0k, yes she's long and we all need jesus.
a/n: all i can is sheesh and possibly sorry, not sorry 😈. this is smutty, do not read if you're a minor.
Hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel, Lee Kang-soo took one last drag of his cigarette, his eyes closed in thought for a moment. Finding himself in the red-light district in Seoul yet again as Prosecutor Goo Gwan-hee had him on a stakeout to find his next target.
However, this specific night club held exotic dancers and tonight he was here of his own volition. Prosecutor Goo had no idea of his whereabouts, simply informing Kang-soo that he would stay in touch once he heard anything else about the circle of people that were in high connection to an infamous drug ring.
Kang-soo was on a mission a few days ago, strictly business, until his interest had focused on a dancer that he couldn’t quite shake from his mind. You had caught his eye for a moment, keeping your focus on him as he walked around the club that night. The other dancers had talked about the snitch and how attractive the man was, the girls were eager to catch his attention wanting just one chance to be his dancer for the night.
Kang-soo had accumulated a lot of money being a professional snitch for an ambitious prosecutor, this intrigued the dancers as they loved seeing a man with money. An attractive man at that. Meeting his gaze that night, you couldn’t quite tell if he was looking straight at you as he was wearing glasses inside the dark club. When he had approached you slowly, you sank down to meet his eye level, back against the pole that danced with you. You were well known for your attire at the club, the customers loved the mystery. It kept something intimate between you and any paying customer.
Kang-soo merely saw your eyes, the lower part of your face hidden beneath a lace, mesh mask that was alluring to him. He lowered his glasses down the bridge of his nose, chewing on his gum anxiously as he met your eyes. By the time he had walked closer to you, your time on the stage was up. You tilted your head in curiosity at the way he held himself, cigarette in his hand, chewing on gum that accentuated his jawline. He was confident but not in a way that made you feel disgusted in his presence. He didn’t throw money at you or throw sexually insinuating words your way like the others, he simply stared.
It wasn’t a secret to the other dancers that you had caught Lee Kang-soo’s attention, there were plenty of other girls that shared the stage with you. Some cheered you on, some envied you and they were bitter about the lost opportunity. This industry was competitive after all.
Kang-soo found the other girls equally as beautiful but you, there was something about you that had him reaching in his pants late at night at the thought of your eyes.
That’s what led him here tonight. The pressing thought of you.
As you were getting ready for the night, applying the last bit of your stage makeup, a friend of yours approached you. She whispered in your ear that the snitch had made another surprise arrival at the club. You raised an eyebrow as she spoke. She mentioned he was standing near the bar, waiting. Convinced that he was waiting for you, she helped you finish getting ready.
Strapping your heels on as you wrapped the mask around your face, she kept her voice down as she spoke, “I haven’t told any of the other girls, they would swarm him like hawks.” She gave you a cheeky wink as she finished helping you. You returned the favor by touching up her makeup as she had just returned from the stage, getting her ready for private dances.
You glanced around at the other girls getting ready, they were extravagant with their attire. You, however, kept it simple. Black was sexy, glitter was sexy, lace was sexy, the mask tying your look together. No one dared to try and outdo your unique appearance, knowing the owner of the club was insistent that you brought the most customers with the simplicity and mystery.
You were confident of your dancing skills, a flashy appearance just wasn’t your vibe for that stage. The stage was yours once you stepped foot onto it and everyone knew it.
Kang-soo placed a piece of gum in his mouth to calm his nerves as he waited for the next set of dancers to waltz onto that stage. He would wait all night if he had to.
“I’m telling you, dude. The main girl in this next group is what this club is all about. She’s unbelievably sexy. God, what I would give for one night with that one.”
Kang-soo’s jaw clenched as he listened to two men a short distance from him converse amongst themselves, they had to have been talking about you. You were the most interesting dancer he had seen that night on his mission. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought of these other men gawking at you.
“What’s her name?” The other man had said, his leg bouncing nervously as the lights started to dim, the room a shade of red as the club prepared for the next set of dancers.
“They call her ‘Akma’.”
A shudder ran through Kang-soo at your stage name. He hadn’t received any information about you that night but your stage name had meant ‘devil’ and that to him felt intense. The way you moved your body that night had him in a trance, like a devil’s trap. It was fitting, he was intrigued by the mystery. His skin prickled as the room silenced, a sultry song started to play.
Other dancers walked onto the stage giving their best into their performance finding their respective poles. Kang-soo watched them closely though there was a pole without a dancer placed in the middle of the stage. At the core of the song that played throughout the club, the lights dimmed, the only light was the snaking of a neon red onto the pole in the middle.
That’s when he saw your silhouetted figure, you walked slowly onto that stage, strategically moving with the beat of the song. The men in the crowd cheered as you entered the stage, it was riveting. When the spotlight slowly crept up your body, Kang-soo’s breath hitched. There you were, mask covering the lower half of your face but the spotlight hit your eyes just right, hypnotizing the entire room.
Kang-soo nervously gulped, he could feel the heat pool through his body like it would on those late nights as he gripped his cock at the thought of those eyes. The way your makeup was done made you look like a cat, the sharp gaze you held on that stage stopped conversations.
When your body slowly moved to the music, the pole holding you with perfect precision as if it knew your body, Kang-soo slowly drifted closer to the stage. There were chairs for VIPs placed perfectly in front of the stage, giving those that sat in them the perfect view of the beautiful dancer in front of them.
Kang-soo approached two men, about his age, placing a hand on each of their shoulders.
“Move it or lose it.”
His tone was cold and firm, the grip on the men’s shoulders tightened as he physically restrained himself from throwing them off of the chairs. The men stared at him, to which he merely smirked at the both of them. He started to roll the sleeves of his jacket up, this making the men hastily move from their chairs. Mumbling profanities as they struggled to find another seat as good as the ones he had stolen. Kang-soo didn’t care as he stared up at you from the floor. Your eyes had caught his as you slid down the lit up pole. He couldn’t see due to your mask, but you had a smirk plastered on your face at the sight of him directly in front of you.
Your hands reached to the black, lacy shawl you had wrapped around your body, hiding the lingerie underneath. Kang-soo watched closely as you slowly undid the knot placed perfectly at the center of your stomach, he watched as the shawl slowly dropped to your feet. He watched as you slowly slid down with the shawl, crawling slowly on all fours toward him at the edge of the stage. He truly thought he was hypnotized by your movement.
The way your breasts were pushed up by the corset you were wearing made his mouth water. What he would give to touch you.
Kang-soo simply ignored the other dancers that had made their way to the floor to engage with the audience. He felt hands over his shoulders, other dancers approaching him, touching him with the music. Yet, he didn’t feel them. He simply locked eyes with you the entire time, you enjoyed the sight of his full face, no glasses hiding that sharp bone structure. His cheekbones, good enough to ride.
“Mine.”
It wasn’t until you hissed that word to the other dancers surrounding Kang-soo that he registered the predatory look in your eyes. That word was enough for the other dancers to take their hands off of him. They moved onto other guests in the VIP section, you ignored the eye rolls and silent cursing from the other girls as they sauntered away.
You sat up on your knees in front of Kang-soo, the position giving him a nice view of your thighs and when you leaned in slightly waving a finger for him to come closer, he felt that he was in a dream. A wet, hot dream.
You were sparkling with body spray, the closer he got to you he could make out the way your skin sparkled underneath the red lights. When he was just a few inches from your face, the scent of your perfume sent a jolt through his lower region. The scent rich and deep, the scent was what he would describe as the color red. A deep, dark, sexy red.
You were a vixen and he was unbelievably smitten.
You didn’t say anything as he leaned in close, you slowly looked over at the private dancing rooms in a hallway. Kang-soo’s eyes followed your gaze, the rooms were placed a distance from the stage, guards securing the rooms for private guests. His eyes slowly made their way back to you, your eyes meeting his once again. He received the message loud and clear even though no words were spoken.
Kang-soo had enough money to throw at this opportunity if it cost him an arm. You reached out, tilting his head up slightly with a finger, your touch lingered as you let out a small chuckle. He wanted to hear that sound again, he wanted to hear every sound come out of your mouth. The more he watched as you continued to dance seductively through your set, the more he was determined to get that moment with you alone. He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, watching you tease and play with his attention.
You were indeed a devil on that stage, he wondered how much of that stage presence resided in a private room with him.
Kang-soo had swiftly found the club owner having a drink with some of his colleagues after your set had finished, the lingering look you had given him as you exited the stage had him on his feet fast.
He merely placed a bag of cash on the bar in front of the club owner, “I want those rooms cleared, I will pay for all of them for the next hour. Tell Akma I’ll be waiting.”
He hadn’t waited for the owner to speak, the eyes of the man widened at the sight of the money in front of him. It was enough money to cover an entire night of those rooms from his most expensive customers. Kang-soo hastily walked to the private dancing rooms, giving the guards a glance before stepping into the hallway finding the very back room.
There was a large, velvet red couch placed in the room. Sat next to it was a table full of various liquors and wine, glasses small and large glittered under the light. And above the back of the couch was a vintage mirror, led lights lit up behind it. Kang-soo released a deep breath, sitting down on the large couch, waiting for you.
His knees bounced as he leaned on them with his elbows, he nervously bit his knuckle the longer he waited. His confidence was never this shot but the look on your face as you ran those other dancers away from him was promising.
The sliding door opened and closed, startling Kang-soo from his trance. He sat up slowly at the sight of you, the shawl now placed on your shoulders once again but not tied. He had full view of your body in that goddamn lingerie set that had his cock hardening at the sight. He was slightly disappointed at the sight of the mask but knew it was for your comfort. He visibly gulped as you stood there menacingly.
There was a pole in the center of the room, lit up neon red like the one on that stage. You placed a hand on it as you stepped closer toward Kang-soo.
“You have no idea the trouble you have caused me, snitch.”
Your lust filled words sent shivers throughout his body. The closer you stepped toward him, the more his hands twitched at his side. You stood in front of him, the proximity of you and your perfume darkened his eyes.
Kang-soo stood then, his tall frame making you gaze at him from underneath your lashes.
“You scared of a little trouble?”
You squinted at him as he stood tall in front of you. You tilted your head, shoving him back down on the couch. The shove taking his breath away for a moment. You leaned over him, placing one hand on the back of the couch.
You leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “Try me.”
Kang-soo waited for you to lean back, he glanced over your face. You smirked underneath the mask, taking the opportunity to sit on his lap, straddling him. He froze, restraining himself from touching you, not wanting to overstep. His fists clenched at his sides as he waited for you to do something. He knew you could feel him grow harder underneath your clothed center.
You raised your hands, carefully slipping the mask from your face. Kang-soo watched closely as the full frame of your face that he had been daydreaming about fully in his view now. You were stunning, a part of him felt that you hid your face to spare the men from fainting at the sight.
A song started to play in the room, the sound faint to Kang-soo as he watched you slip the shawl from your shoulders. He had paid for a dance after all, he would sit there, silently suffering the feel of you on his body for just a moment longer if it meant keeping you there.
Your movements were carefully thought out, you were teasing him but wanted him to know just how bad you wanted him. Kang-soo’s breathing proceeded to get heavier as you released the corset around your torso, leaving you now only in a lace bra and underwear. You rolled your hips onto his, never breaking eye contact with the flushed man in front of you.
“Can I tell you a secret, snitch?” You whispered in his ear, still moving your body to the rhythm of the song. Kang-soo nodded, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your breath on his ear.
“The man that you’re looking for is the man you placed the bag of cash in front of,” you whispered in his ear, placing both hands on the back of the couch he was sitting on. Kang-soo’s eyes shot open at your words. You leaned back, still straddling him. Kang-soo didn’t have the slightest interest in thinking about work with you straddling him. He put the information in the back of his mind for when he was thinking clearly.
“Now, I want you to stop restraining yourself and fuck me like you have been with those eyes of yours.”
Your words had set fire to the flame. Kang-soo cupped your ass as he lifted you. He gently placed your back on the couch, you were beautifully sprawled out beneath him. He leaned over you, both hands supporting himself as he roughly pressed his lips onto yours. The kiss desperate and filled with need from the both of you. He moaned into your mouth at the taste of you. There was a slight cherry taste on your lips from the lip product you used. The taste making him hungrier for more. His tongue played with your lips asking for entry to which you gladly accepted.
Tongues clashed and teeth met with guttural need, the both of you flush against each other as if you’ve been starved. Kang-soo’s hands found their way to the back of your bra, you leaned up on your elbows to help him take the garment off of you. He never once broke the kiss as he freed your breasts from the bra. His hands immediately finding their way to your breasts as he roughly pinched your nipples, causing you to moan in his mouth. He took the opportunity to place his lips around one nipple, the other being painfully teased and pinched with his large hand. Your pussy clenching at the feel of him on you, the warmth of his body felt like heaven.
Kang-soo toyed with your nipples some more, causing you to shudder underneath him.
“God, you have no idea what you have done to me since I saw you that night,” Kang-soo said into your chest, placing rough kisses and love bites on your chest, breasts and collarbone. The feel of his teeth on your skin almost sending you over the edge. He was rough but he was careful.
He slowly placed love bites down your body, he smirked into your skin at the sound of your whimpers as he lowered himself. He placed a kiss above your underwear before giving it a bite, he did the same with your inner thighs. The feeling making your body shudder again.
Kang-soo slowly dragged your underwear down with his teeth, he looked up at you as he did so. Once he had the underwear down to your ankles, he tugged them off of you and threw them somewhere in the room. You were fully bare in front of him, he was devouring you with his eyes.
“Before I completely lose control and devour you. My name is Kang-soo, so you know what name you need to be screaming by the time I’m done with you.”
His words sent heat through your core, pussy clenching as he placed sloppy kisses on your inner thighs. He teased you, dancing across your skin with his tongue before he reached that spot.
He swiped his tongue once over your entire core, giving you a good warning of what was to come. Your hands were running through his hair as he continued to eat you out. The pressure slowly building and he licked you with need. He sucked, licked, bit every part of you until your legs were quivering around his cheeks. Instinctively, your legs pressed together, Kang-soo kept his face in between your legs as you squirmed. He spread your legs as you tried to keep him from eating you out as an unfamiliar pressure built in your lower belly. Kang-soo sensed that you were close by the way you were writhing under him, he slipped a finger inside of you before slipping another inside, letting you adjust to his fingers before proceeding to lick and suck on your clit.
The pressure continued to build, you were completely under his control.
“Oh, fuck, Kang-soo! I’m gonna…”
He pulled back as he felt you tighten around his fingers, he removed his fingers but roughly rubbed them on your clit which made liquid heat pour out of you. You gasped in shock and adrenaline as he continued to make you squirt. You had never done that before, even with your experience in bed with numerous partners, no one has ever made you squirt.
Kang-soo admired the way his hand was drenched, he scrambled to remove his jacket and shirt. You watched him, panting from your climax, pussy still twitching at the sight of him. Once he had removed his pants and his cock sprung free from its temporary suffering, he leaned over you, both hands placed on the arm of the couch above you. He was stunning underneath the light in the room.
He didn’t give you a chance to recover as he placed both of your legs over his shoulders having you bent at an angle as he teasingly rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance.
“Tell me your name, baby. I want to have you fully in this room. Give me all of you.”
You lightly pressed a hand against his cheek as he continued to rub his cock against your core. You were practically whimpering at his teasing touch. You debated for a moment at the loss of confidentiality between you and this man. Though technically he was a paying customer, this was different. You never let a man touch you, it was your rule as many drunk men didn’t have full control of their hands under the influence. Most times, you would play into this by having them handcuffed to the pole to ensure they didn’t touch.
Kang-soo was different, you saw it in the way he looked at you. It was different than the lust you would typically see in the eyes of the men that watched you.
You pulled him closer to you, his angular nose grazing yours as he watched you. He was unsure if he had crossed a line but when you gave him a small smile, his worry went away.
“Y/N.”
Kang-soo released a deep grunt at the sound of your name, this giving him the okay to thrust into you fully. You gasped at the feel of him to which he responded with a moan of his own. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size knowing your pussy was still sensitive from the orgasm you had.
When he thrust into you again, you could’ve sworn you saw stars. The more he roughly fucked you, the more that tingling sensation fluttered through your body. The sounds of his whimpers and moans held your tongue so you could simply hear him. You bit your lip as he continued to slam into you, the angle he had you in hit that spot just right and he hit it every time.
He readjusted your position, holding you close as he sat on the couch upright. You were once again straddling him, he held your hips as he helped you bounce on his lap. The sound of his moans and skin slapping together was filthy but you wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop. You ran your fingers through his long hair, the edges of his hair slick with sweat. He was so unbelievably hot underneath you, the mere sight of him biting his lip set a fire through your body.
“Just like that, Y/N. Don’t stop, fuck!”
You didn’t stop, having enough adrenaline for the both of you. The grip he had on your hips would leave a bruise for sure but you would wear it proudly if it meant he didn’t loosen it for one moment. Kang-soo found your lips again, biting teasingly at them. He was hungry for you and would taste every inch of you if it took up your whole night.
“Kang-soo, I’m getting close again.”
Kang-soo’s eyes flashed, he pulled you up from him. You pouted at the loss of him inside of you but he didn’t keep you waiting. He had you on your knees, the palms of your hands placed on the back of the couch. He stood behind you and lifted your head so you made eye contact with him through the mirror behind the couch. The sight of you both, animalistic.
Kang-soo leaned over your back, his lips brushing the lobe of your ear as he whispered, “I want you to watch those eyes of yours as I fuck you. I want you to see what I have been seeing in my dreams every night since I set eyes on you.”
He looked at you in the mirror with lowered, dark eyes. You were hypnotized at the sight of him as he roughly inserted himself. He would push you forward with every thrust, his hands on your hips again for support. You obeyed his demands as he relentlessly fucked you, maintaining eye contact with yourself. You looked vulnerable and deliciously fucked, sweat making your skin sparkle.
Kang-soo made eye contact with you for a moment through the mirror, the eye contact earning you a hard spank on your ass, the impact causing you lose your breath for a moment.
“Harder,” you demanded, Kang-soo obeyed. He spanked you harder and harder, the pain so intense it felt euphoric.
You were getting close once again, the pressure building up at the sight of Kang-soo driving into you at such a good pace. His abs and pecs flexing with every thrust. He had shoved into you hard, causing you to place your hands on the mirror, the sweat from your hands fogging up the glass into the shape of your hand. Kang-soo placed his hand above the print of yours, his own heat causing the print to stick on the mirror.
He gripped your throat with the hand he was spanking you with, he pulled you close to his front.
“Look at that mirror, baby.”
Your eyes met his through the mirror, tits bouncing, his grip on your throat tightened a bit but not enough to cut your breathing off.
“You see who is fucking you right now? Tell me what you see,” Kang-soo grunted into your ear, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment at the feeling of you tightening around him.
“You’re fucking me, Kang-soo. So, so good,” you moaned loud enough to fill the entire room, your outcries overpowering the music in the room.
He had made to move back as he was getting close as well, you grabbed his wrist of the hand that was wrapped around your throat. You looked at him with that practiced gaze that you wore on stage.
“Don’t you dare pull out.”
Kang-soo smirked into the side of your head at the sight of that familiar gaze, he released a small, satisfied chuckle.
“Yes ma’am.”
His words sending you both over the edge, the feeling of him spilling inside of you warmed your belly. His own body shuddering as you milked every ounce of cum from his cock. You fit each other perfectly.
Yet, as you both sat there for a moment intertwined with each other, Kang-soo just couldn’t ever get enough of you.
You flicked the gold lighter open, the sound of the flame bursting to life rang through your ears. You lit up the end of the cigarette Kang-soo had handed you after coming down from your feral fucking. The both of you spent, your bodies trembled with aftershock. You took a shaky drag out of the cigarette, sitting on the couch naked, one leg crossed over the other.
Kang-soo was sprawled out beside you, his head leaning on the back of the couch in a daze of his own.
“How did you know what I was here for?” Kang-soo asked after a moment of silence, the two of you sharing the cigarette, he spoke with the cigarette in his mouth.
“I told you, snitch. You’ve caused me a lot of trouble coming back here,” you took the cigarette from his mouth and placed it back in yours.
“I need a favor.”
Kang-soo peered over at you, head still leaning against the back of the couch, he looked handsome still covered in sweat.
“I want that man behind bars. If not behind bars, I want him dead.”
It was no secret the owner of the club was a part of the drug ring the prosecutor was looking for. He used the other girls and yourself as drug mules, once word got around that the snitch was on the lookout for him, you wanted him gone. Kang-soo was waiting on that last piece of information from Prosecutor Goo but you had willingly given it to him. Though with this information was the risk of putting you in danger. He would be sure to prevent your endangerment from happening, if it took all of his money.
“Will do, princess.”
“I’m no princess, snitch.”
Kang-soo smirked at you as you inhaled the cigarette once more before handing it back to him. You stood then, legs still shaky from the fun ride you had. You put the shawl over your frame, not bothering with the undergarments. Your fun time with Kang-soo was over now, the owner would be on the lookout for you to ensure you hadn’t overstepped the forbidden line. The line being his name on a hit list for the snitch and the prosecutor.
You glanced over your shoulder at the sculpted, naked man on that couch. Placing the mask back over the lower half of your face.
“You know where to find me if you’re having wet dreams again. I’d love to take a ride on that handsome face next time,” you left him with that information, smirking underneath the mask as he leaned forward to leave a cheeky slap on your bare ass. He sighed in astonishment, taking a drag out of the last of the cigarette, accentuating his cheekbones.
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