pairing: choi mujin x fem!reader
warnings: explicit language
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Feeling of your red satin dress with the palm of your hands, you smiled as you looked at your reflection in the mirror.
You felt feminine after so long, it felt good.
Taking your matte lipstick that matches perfectly with your dress out of your purse, you retouched your makeup to make it look fresh. Brushed your light curls with your fingers to harmonize your hair with the rest of your perfection.
It was one of those nights where you played the role of Mujin’s assistant. While Taeju played the bodyguard, you needed a different reason to explain why you always attended all these social events. Giving to your past, handling old guys with a large ego with nothing good to say was your species. So your job of being an assistant was a perfect fit for you to cover that you were actually there for extra protection. Also Donghoon being the partner/trusted man made it possible for all four of you to be all together.
After the event you guys would go to the little restaurant near the Dongcheon to drink together. Every mask that you four put on the daytime would slip away with the harmony of your laughters. Talking about the night until the conversation turns to the memories all of you shared through years. The feeling of looking into each other eyes, seeing their smiles, getting drunker by the each passing second, being comfortable, knowing everyone sitting on this table would trust them with their lives, you just loved every part of it.
Your gratitude towards Donghoon at its highest, you cherished moments like those cause they weren't often.
Tonight was no exception.
All of you arrived to the restaurant and sat on your usual seats. In the middle table, wall side sat Donghoon, next to him was Mujin’s seat. Taeju sat in front of Mujin and you in front of Donghoon. Like always. Mujin poured the first drinks and then you and Taeju took over as the youngest ones and subordinates. As one glass followed another, the moon slowly faded in the pitch black sky.
To be honest, you mostly watched Mujin the whole night. Your so called boss. It was a rare sight to see him so careless about his surroundings and just enjoying the present. You admired the love he had in his eyes for every one of you in this room and the way he so freely laughed to any joke -even the unfunny ones- showing off his perfect teeth and the chuckle of his deep velvety voice.
You didn't know if they were aware of the thing you had with Mujin. How you two had been more. Many times even.
The answer was, yes. At least from the Donghoon’s perspective. He had no intention of letting any of you know the fact. You were a grown woman and Mujin was a good guy on his own way. Actually, he didn't really know much except for the looks he caught (like right now) and how you two always disappeared together. He was not a fan at first but then he realized how both of you would be at your most calm and happiest after disappearing so he just accepted it, quietly. He was good at keeping secrets anyway.
Donghoon slushed down his last glass, "That is enough for this old man. Taeju-ah, you'd give me a ride, right?". Taeju chuckled, "Yes, sunbaenim.” For the record, he was not that drunk but he felt like you two needed some alone time so he took care of it. He got up and patted Mujin’s back, "Mujin, you make sure she gets home safely, okay?".
Mujin nodded silently, both elder knew he didn't even need to say it.
Taeju winked at you before he helped Donghoon to his car. You watched them leave and then turned to Mujin. His eyes were already on you.
You blushed under his gaze. In another time you would never let him see it but in your drunk form, you had no idea about how well you hid it. "It’s just me and you now." you said while you poured another glass for both of you.
One more sip, he hummed, "Just me and you." his little smirk present on his face.
Such a simple gesture yet it left your mouth dry.
You gulped, you just knew tonight was going to be a long night.
When you had enough amount of alcohol in your system, well, you were such a yapper. Good for you, Mujin didn't mind it, he liked it even. That way he didn't have to speak and could just listen to you talk about anything and every thing without any prying eyes around. No need to hide any smile or a look that spoke louder than any poem.
He listened to your every word minutely, paying attention to every little detail. Like how you would always start using your hands every time a story excited you or how your eyes light up when you remember the little details about a story that probably only you remembered. And now he would too, obviously. He always remembered every little thing you shared with him even the ones like where you argued with a little boy cause he said you looked like a man in a suit and many more silly stories like that. He remembered all of them. But of course, he would never admit that he did.
For the sake of his mind, it was safer to keep that way. No need for you to know how you warmed his heart every time you started speaking what is inside that pretty little head of yours with that perfect smile on your full lips.
Even though it felt so nice to finally have you all to himself after a busy month at Dungcheon, your eyes told him that it was time to end this night.
Every good thing had its own closing.
Mujin parked the car in one swift movement and get out of it. You opened your own door and waited for him. Every time he held onto your open door with one hand as he extended the other for you was such a sight to see. You were already excited with the images rushing into your mind while you waited.
Tonight was no different. He came to your side to help you out, the sleeve of his shirt rolled up, leaving his veiny arms out for you to drool over. He held out his hand for you. You gladly took it and get out of the vehicle. You were a tiny bit drunk and he knew. Without even giving you a time to strip, he held you close.
Which you would, maybe for real maybe just so you could be closer to him for a little more. Your smile growing with the thought of mischief.
Your head resting on his chest while he helped you to get into the hotel with his arm wrapped around your waist. Carrying most of your weight so you could just smell his cologne with a stupid smile on your face without a single worry in your mind. Knowing he would take care of you, like he always did.
You were lucky he couldn't see the smile.
When you two get into the elevator you held onto the handle and stood on your own which was equal to the absence of his hands. But you didn't mind, this way you get to admire his beauty, his lean and formed body leaning against the opposite wall of the elevator. His woody cologne mixed with cigarette filled the air in such a short period of time, the familiarity loosened up your body.
You saw him reaching for the buttons. You stopped him in a rush with your hands, he was looking at you questioningly. You pushed the button for his penthouse while you looked right into his eyes. He looked back at you, knowing pretty well nothing behind those beautiful irises of yours were innocent. He sighed.
"What are you doing?" he asked as if he didn't know.
You eyed his figure from his eyes to his lips, then his chest and even lower. You stopped right when you see the bulk in his pants.
You smirked. Your gaze returned to his face. Mujin was aware of your new knowledge, he didn’t hide it. And of course he was not going to be shy about it.
He simply waited for your answer with his hands in his pockets.
"I’m your assistant tonight, remember?” You answered his question with another one.
He kept his daring gaze on your face.
You stepped closer to him and grabbed the hook of his belt to be upright. "I just wanna help you as your good little assistant." You said with an innocent expression as you batted your eyes.
Mujin sucked in a breath, he had a love-hate relationship with your secret power of getting under his skin.
You leaned into him more, your nose against his jaw and you on your tip toes.
He loved how needy you were for him right now. It drove him crazy in the inside.
Mujin put his thumb and index finger on your chin to lift your face. He looked right into your dark woods. "You want to help me?" his raspy voice made your insides tingle.
You nodded your head eagerly, "I do,”
He laughed at your face and reached for the button of your floor without breaking eye contact. You realized what he did with the click sound that came out of the button, but it was too late. He enjoyed it as a frown appeared on your eyebrows.
He played with you. How dare he?
"You are mean." you whispered.
He chuckled, "So I've heard."
You shook your head and retreated. You rested your head on the side wall, the tip of your heels were touching his shiny leather shoes that screamed luxury. You watched the little contact as he watched you.
You were kinda jealous though. How your shoe had permission to touch him but not you?
While you were deep into your very serious thoughts, you didn't notice it was your floor. He nudged your feet with his. You looked up at him and see the doors was open. His face told you there was no use in denying him right now. So you got out of the elevator, you let out a long sigh. As you walked through the corridor he followed you in silence.
Mujin was one step behind you, following you like a d- No! No. Jesus woman, what is going on with you? He would kill you if he could hear your thoughts.
You mentally stopped for a second. Would he?
Your brain was functioning differently when you had even a small amount of alcohol in your blood circulation system. So it was the only reason why you had thoughts like that. In any other circumstances you would never. Literally, never. Mujin? A dog? No. A funny thought. But no.
You walked towards your room with all those silly drunk line of thinking. The sound of your heels echoing through the walls the same as his steps. You couldn't help but wonder. Was he looking at your ass?
You really should stop yourself from thinking. Anything. But you had no choice, the corridors were quiet, the inside of your brain was not. Hm, so if the corridors were louder than the inside of your brain, you wouldn't have been thinking much.
Mission number one: Kill the silence.
Mission number two: Get Mujin to fuck you.
When you reached your door -which was not a long way from the elevator- you turned around with your room card in your hand. You pointed behind the door with it, "Would you want to come inside?" you asked. It was just a kind offer. Like, it would be rude not to after he took care of you all night. Right?
Behind that stone face, Mujin was weighing pros and cons about coming in. You read the uncertainty from his body language, it was a good sign for you. It meant that he was considering it. So before giving him a room to reject, you tried some more. "Like I said, I'm your assistant today. " You looked up at him with your doe-looking eyes before continuing. “And as your good assistant I could give you some sodas to help you with your hangover tomorrow."
Mission number one: Kill the silence. Check.
He smirked, it was pretty obvious if someone were to have a bad hangover tomorrow, it wasn't him.
"It’s past midnight." he said. You are no longer my fake assistant, he meant.
You couldn't help but rolled your eyes. "I'm no Cinderella, Mujin. I can still pretend." You whispered the last sentence close to his face as if it was a secret.
No matter him looking down, you caught the smile he was trying to hide. Whit that, you knew he was going to keep following you as you opened the door and get inside. You stepped in your room and checked him from the top of your shoulder, trying not to make it obvious. Seeing him right behind you, a victory smile bloomed on your lips. As he closed the door you hang your bag and coat on the hanger.
You finally had him alone, all to yourself, but you still had one more mission.
You turned around and get behind him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you asked for his permission. "Can I?" he gave you a small nod. Holding his long black coat from behind, you pulled it off his body. Touching his muscled arm through it, you felt his warmth as much as you can. While you hanged his coat next to yours he walked to your window and light up a cigarette.
You gulped. What were you going to do next?
While the tail of your long dress brushed the non-existing dust off your floor you walked up to Mujin. Slowly, step by step as he watched the city through the big window. You were nervous. When you stood next to him you felt the air tensing. Checking him from the corner of your eyes you realized him doing the same. Smiling softly, "Can I have some?" you asked.
Without waiting, he took the cigarette box out of his pocket. Opening the box with a swift hand movement, he held it out for you. You looked at the cigarettes then the one between his lips. It was clear as day which one you would prefer. With a quick decision you stole the stick from his lips. Your index and middle finger wrapped around it and you looked in his eyes as you inhaled your first blow. He lifted his left brow. You waited for him to give you a reaction, he didn't give you the satisfaction. Instead, he took another cigarette from the box, unbothered.
You wanted to roll your eyes, hold his arms and shake him. Scream into his face what is wrong with you?
Lighting up his cigarette, "Don't" he said.
A frown appeared on your face, "What?"
While turning his body to you he watched your expression. "I won’t touch you while you're in this state."
Your mouth felt dry. His words were too direct. There was an uneasy feeling in your stomach. But your guts kept telling you to push it. Push him to his limits where he can no larger reject.
After all, you knew. There is no state that you could be in where you would regret his touch on your skin. And oh, he knew it too.
Listening to your guts, you took a step forward. “Okay then,” you murmured. Your free hand finding his belt, “just let me touch you,” you testes the waters as you felt him hardening with the back of your fingers.
"You're playing a dangerous game. Don't." he repeated, this time he looked right into your eyes.
"Dangerous? Isn't it what we do for living?" you argued. You weren't lying, were you?
You slowly got on your knees while looking up at him so submissively, it was over for him.
Mission number two: Get Mujin to fuck you. Check.