- The Red Blood. (ENHYPEN)
Caso se inspire de os devidos créditos ao criador no caso @llolath, capa irá para uma doção futura!
Minha inspiração para fazer essa capa foi @llolath, (NENÉM E ANJO)
- The Red Blood. (ENHYPEN)
Caso se inspire de os devidos créditos ao criador no caso @llolath, capa irá para uma doção futura!
Minha inspiração para fazer essa capa foi @llolath, (NENÉM E ANJO)
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⚠️A/N: The stories featured here are all rated M and meant for adults age 18 or older. These stories take place in the same alternate universe and there is some overlap in the details, but each is a stand alone work and can be read as such. However, in case there is anyone who cares, I put these in order based on when they were posted. I will be excluding Jongdae for my own comfort, I hope all my readers will understand. Thank you for your support and read responsibly!⚠️
Black Room Only; The Dark Need
-Teaser | -Scene
Playroom Play Date
-Teaser | -Scene
69 Places to Have Sex | Lee Jeno
paring: jeno x f!reader
genre: smut….. self-indulgent filth if you will
word count: 3.5k
warnings: explicit smut, a couple with a very spontaneous sex life and a boyfriend with a bucket list of places to have sex, dom!jeno, inexperenced!reader, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, overstimulation, slight mutual masturbation, rough sex, hair pulling, spit kink, oral sex (f receiving), spanking, non idol!jeno, dirty talk, seduction, manhandling, etablished relationship!au, semi public, parents house kink, daddy kink, slight degradation, exhibitionist!jeno, explicit language, bucket list sex places!au, just pure filth.
a/n: this going to be a three part series, if you want to be added to the taglist send me an ask or reply to this post ♡
part one. part three.
summary: He was about to dive back in for your mouth, but you successfully held his jaw so he couldn’t move in any further, leaving your lips only inches apart. “Your sister’s down the hall.” You whispered against his mouth. “Behave.” He groaned in disapproval of you trying to reject him before speaking again, “She’s not gonna come in here.”
Letting out a much needed yawn, you gently dumped all of of the damp laundry that you had so graciously volunteered to do in the dryer before you. It was almost five in the morning and you were counting down the minutes until you could finally be on your way to your designated bedroom, to finally go to sleep for the night. You were completely exhausted as everyone kept you up all night, telling you hilarious stories about Jeno’s childhood that he’s always apparently been a little too embarrassed to tell you.
You let out another yawn, rubbing your eyes softly as you set the lid down and turned to knob to the highest heat setting. Once you pushed the button to start the dryer, you felt a hand on the small of your back which caused you to jolt slightly before turning around to see Jeno. His eyes were dark and full with lust, his hair was messy and his lips were wet and swollen, almost as if he’s been licking and biting them for some reason.
All in all, he looked like he was ready to ravish and ravage you senseless, as he trapped you against the dryer, his arms on either side of your body.
“Fuck,” you cursed, “Baby, what the fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” You hissed quietly, placing a hand on your chest to try to calm yourself down.
His eyes were boring into your soul as if you were breakfast, lunch and dinner all in one and you knew why he looked so…well, ‘ready’, and of course it had been your fault that he felt this way. All day, in between the long conversations you’ve had with his family and other few family members that came to visit, you had somehow always managed to rub against him just the right way or touch him in places he couldn’t stand unless you were alone.
In the back of your mind, you knew what you were doing to him, but in all honestly you didn’t give it any thought until a couple of hours after actually doing all of it. At least his family didn’t seem to notice though.
He even told you before you came up here not to be too touchy touchy with him because he knew with everyone here, he’d have that, ‘let’s do it right here and right now because it’s naughty’ attitude.
Like you even have to mention the kitchen incident…
Thinking about it made you bite your lip and it wasn’t until you could see that that attitude written all over his face as he stared down at you too that you felt yourself dripping, wanting him as bad as he wanted you. You brushed those dirty thought off and reminded yourself how risky it would to take him right then and there in the laundry room, but your boyfriend had other plans.
“Y/N,” he moaned just before brushing his growing erection against your thigh. “I need you now, baby.” Just the way he said your name caused your head to start spinning.
You almost forgot where you were for a second, but it quickly came back to you after remembering his parents’ number one rule: NO PDA. You weren’t even allowed to sleep in the same room, although you knew they fully supported your relationship, they most likely didn’t want to hear you screaming and whimpering their sons name through the walls while you were staying with them.
“Jeno,” You moaned back after he plopped you down on the warm dryer, trying to push him away by the shoulders, but his lips were already attached to your neck as if he was trying to draw blood. “Stop, we c…can’t…” You muttered, but let it falter into another light moan as he pulled your thighs to the edge of the dryer and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall, feeling him graphically through the thin boxers he was wearing and through the equally thin boy shorts you were wearing.
Finally pulling his lips away from your neck, he looked back down at you through half-lidded eyes. “No Y/N, you’ve been teasing me all day…I need you.” He nearly whispered. “Right now....You turn me on so much baby girl.” He muttered, sighing as you wrapped your hands around his neck, tugging at his hair lightly. “You’re turned on too, I know it.” He was about to dive back in for your mouth, but you successfully held his jaw so he couldn’t move in any further, leaving your lips only inches apart. “Your sister’s down the hall.” You whispered against his mouth. “Behave.”
He groaned in disapproval of you trying to reject him before speaking again, “She’s not gonna come in here,” he said, referring to the roomy laundry room you were in at the moment. He tried pushing against your hand again, but you held him away.
“But the door doesn’t have a lock, what if she—“ you tried speaking, but he cut you off with a powerful kiss, clearly fed up with talking.
You couldn’t help but to lean into him as your fingers knotted themselves into his hair, causing a rough growl to erupt deep in his chest as you kissed him back as eagerly. Suddenly, you had an idea and pushed him away before trying to talk, but of course, with him being as eager as he was, he grabbed the back of your neck and forced your lips against his again before you opened your mouth in a gasp and involuntarily let his tongue through. You felt your heart pounding as you lost your train of thought once again. He always had that affect on you. You felt his hands running down from your neck to your breasts, kneading them through your shirt before grabbing your waist as your tongues battled for survival it seemed, but soon you remembered what you had to do just moments after you continued.
You pushed him away again, only this time you slipped off of the dryer before he could catch you and hurried to the door. You heard him grunt in disapproval again, thinking you weren’t up for the risk, before you wedged a small ironing board underneath the door knob and turned back around to face him.
He was still staring while breathing heavily and you smirked, silently assuring him that you were going to do what he wanted to do as you ran your hands up the hem of your shirt, giving him a little peak.
You couldn’t just leave him like this. It would be physically impossible for you. He was so hot, especially right now, and you never wanted anyone to fuck you more than you want him to.
His eyes followed your hand as it made a trail up your stomach from beneath his white button up that you almost always wore to bed. He bit his lips, muttering a quiet ‘fuck’, as he stared at you as if you were a goddess. To him, you were the sexiest woman on earth despite being so inexperienced and he loved seeing you being a slut for him, and only him.
Enjoying watching his hungry eyes, you brought your hand back down and to the front of the shirt, all the way up to the first button.
You watched as he leaned against the dryer and began touching himself, palming his hard bulge through his black Calvin’s, letting you see the outline of his huge dick as he massaged it roughly.
You had to swallow back your own moan as you spoke his name and he looked up, “Don’t,” you muttered, wanting him to last for you. “I wanna be the one who makes you cum,” you slurred.
Jeno was sure that was the hottest thing he ever heard and he had to listen, because you had him wrapped around his finger. “Okay, sweetheart,” he moaned, tearing his hand away from his cock as he continued to watch you, obviously it was hard for him to as you could tell he was in a little pain by this point, but you tried not to care as you continued to slowly unbutton the fourth button on your shirt.
You were surprised both of you kept your cool until you came to the last button and your shirt came open to reveal your bare chest, much to his delight as you’ve lost too many good shirts to count on hand for being too slow, but Jeno seemed to want to cooperate tonight. Probably because he knew you were taking a big risk, knowing anyone could come at any time and see you practically out in the open. There were no tables to hide under and you couldn’t hear anything over the loud dryer in the corner.
Leaning back against the wall behind you, you let out a breath you had been holding in for too long as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, the heat probably getting to him. The moment he threw it on the ground and stuck his thumbs into his boxers to get ready to take them off, your roles became reversed as you ran a hand over your stomach to sink your fingers into your shorts, touching yourself.
“Fuck,” you moaned as you rubbed your clit experimentally, feeling your own wetness to the image of Jeno’s long, hard cock springing free from his boxers for a few agonising seconds, you let out another soft moan before he caught sight of you and spoke, “Stop that.” He ordered, making you stop just as you made him stop before his Calvin’s were finally gone.
He tugged you over to him by your wrist before you could even think of ridding yourself of your own shorts, smirking dangerously for a split second and you knew whatever he was planning on doing was probably going to drive you fucking insane so you simply braced yourself.
Once his smile was gone, he stuck the three fingers you had just used on yourself into his mouth and you let out a soft moan at the feeling of his tongue tasting your juices. “That’s so sexy,” you whimpered. “You make me insane.” His body felt hard against yours and you just wanted him to destroy you. After your fingers fell from his mouth, he pulled you into him and you started to devour each other once again, getting even more excited at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Jeno deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling around my mouth and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as you felt a shiver run down your spine, and somehow end up in your aching core.
Feeling your ass suddenly come into contact with the warm dryer that now felt hot against your bare skin, you realized that Jeno was struggling to pull your shorts off while keeping his lips against yours. Pulling your lips from his, he began kissing a trail down the front of your body, moaning as he passed your collar bone and flicked your right nipple with his tongue as you fisted his dark mess of hair.
He pulled on it with his teeth and continued to suck and play with it until you were a moaning mess. He gave the other one the same amount of attention before coming to your belly button while slipping your shorts down at the same time, groaning in appreciation of you deciding not to wear any underwear to bed just as he threw your shorts to the side and his mouth came in contact with your heat.
You licked your lips just as he lifted your left leg over his shoulder and started on your lower half. Giving it a few soft and delicate kisses before running his tongue along your entire slit, you shuddered as he came to your clit, his tongue dug at it roughly, contrasting to how careful he was being before and gripped his hair tighter as you shook.
“Baby, your pussy tastes so good…” he hummed against your clit, your juices dribbling down his chin. You nearly yelled out a moan at the sensations as your lip quivered, and you let go of his head to hold onto the dryer behind you for dear life.
“Oh my god,” you whimpered. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” He pushed his tongue inside of you a few times before running it all the way up to your clit one last time, never forgetting to dig at it as he just discovered you liked, and ended it all with a slow, yet powerful suck. You heard his lips pop as your stomach muscles contracted and just like that, you couldn’t feel him anymore. Bringing your head up from leaning back in pure ecstasy, you looked down at him to see him staring back up at you, your juices all over his lips. He stood up and you tried to catch his lips, but he gripped your chin and spat in your mouth and smirked when you moaned and gasped at the dirty sensation. If that wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced, you didn’t know what was. He turned you around, pushing you against the dryer and you didn’t complain, you wanted it just as bad as he did now.
You bent over the dryer yourself and almost immediately felt the tip of his cock at your pussy. How he had so much self control today, you’ll never know, because you were almost at your breaking point yourself.
He teased you, rubbing it against your clit, stimulating it, as you clawed harshly at the dryer, unable to take any more of this, “Jeno… Fuck me.” You said, it was nearly a growl, not caring about sounding needy nor the blush that collected on your cheeks. You wanted him so bad.
You could hear him moaning as he continued to rub his swollen head against your equally swollen nub before he paused, “Oh, now you want me to fuck you?” He questioned, his fingers tangled themselves in your hair, pulling it in a makeshift ponytail and pulling your head back roughly so you could look at him.
He wasn’t holding your head in place as tight as he could be so you nodded, which didn’t satisfy him, “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.” He groaned, his words slurred together, still thrusting his hips against your behind as he slowly brought his hips back until only his tip was inside your center.
“God Jeno, fuck me…fuck me now.” You nearly screamed and it was a good thing that the dryer was still going, because if anyone heard you over it, which you highly doubted, they probably wouldn’t have understood anything you were saying. “Please daddy, I’ve been so good to you, please fuck me.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice as he rammed his thick dick inside of you as far as he could, causing you both to groan loudly, “Fuck yes,” He moaned with a whine, “I’ve been thinking about this ah…all day.”
“Daddy, that feels so good,” you whimpered. He let out an animalistic moan at you calling him daddy, you knew he loved it.
“Yeah?” He bent you back over so he could thrust deeper and you grabbed onto the other edge of the dryer, letting your mouth hang open, trying not to scream again as he drilled you into the dryer. “You like it when daddy fucks you dumb? Like the cockslut you are?”
“Mmmh I love it, daddy,” you bit your lip as you felt his fingers pulling you away from the dryer slightly so he could slip up to get a hold on your throat, sharply cutting off your needy moan as he choked you. “D…daddy,” you gasped, letting your eyes half close.
“Fuck, baby.” He moaned, snapping his hips harshly into yours, a loud slap echoing through the laundry room. “You feel so good….shit, so warm and wet and all mine.” You forced your eyes open and looked back at him, seeing his cheeks flushed, his hair all messy and his breathing labored. He looked so hot and he was all yours.
Just as you were moaning out, trying to say something back, he asked, “You’re mine baby girl, aren’t you?” His grip on your throat tightened as he fucked you senseless and you couldn’t help the profanities that spilled from your mouth as he repeated the movement again and again until you were both moaning messes.
“Yes! Fuck yes, Jeno…I’m all yours.” You screamed loudly. “Please… right th- fuck right there.”
“Yeah, baby?” He sped up his thrusting if that was even possible, “Right here?” He teased you as your mouth fell open as your vision went fuzzy. “Tell daddy how much you love my cock in your tight little cunt.” You were in heaven, on cloud nine, all the way up until you heard a knock on the door that is. That didn’t cause Jeno to stop though, he just continued pounding you senseless and you didn’t mind the slightest bit.
“Y/N, are you alright?” You heard his sister’s voice ask through the door, loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough for the rest of the family upstairs to.
You clenched your jaw, biting your bottom lip as Jeno slowed down and leaned forward to hunch over you, muffling his grunts, whimpers and moans against the base of your neck so his sister wouldn’t hear him. He left open mouthed kisses on your neck, lightly biting it before biting a little harder until you let out a gasp. He licked up to your jaw and captured your mouth in a needy kiss.
You pulled away and finally answered after a few delayed seconds, “Y…yes.” You said loudly, trying your best for it not to come out as a moan and you clearly succeeded, seeing as she went on as though her brother wasn’t giving you one of the best fucks of your life when there was a strict rule against it.
“I thought I heard you scream.”
“I-” You started, but was cut off by Jeno who seemed to want to test you as he stood straight up again and raised your right leg so that it rested against his chest and the edge of the dryer, causing your clit to come into contact with the warm metal. “Fuck,” You gasped before catching your breath again. “I saw a spider!” You called out to her, lying of course.
She was silent for a minute as Jeno picked up his speed again, clearly more preoccupied with getting off than worrying about his sister catching you guys at this point. “Oh, good. I thought you were in pain or something.“ Furthest thing from it. ”…well, could you try to keep it down? The baby’s finally sleeping.” She finished, realizing you weren’t going to reply to the whole pain bit.
“Yeah.” You called out quickly, just wanting her to leave already.
“Goodnight.” She replied, but again, you didn’t care to reply seeing as her brother began pounding you for all he was worth, clearly close to his happy ending. You whimpered as this caused the sensations to your stimulated clit to bring you to your orgasm, but not before Jeno’s. He felt you clench around cock, and left a harsh slap on your ass. Once. Twice. “Baby, you can take me for a little longer, can’t you?” He spanked you again, harder.
Your head dropped but he gripped your chin roughly and forced you to look at him, “Mmh, sweetheart?”
“Jeno, I-… fuck I can’t,” you gasped as you felt his hand choking you once again, making you feel lightheaded, “T..too much, I’m s-ssso close.” You slurred, but his hips kept moving.
“Not yet,” he grunted. “Let it build, baby.” His dick brutally trusted against your g-spot with the force his entire body could muster, aiming to give you best orgasm of your life. You knew you couldn’t any longer as your legs shook uncontrollably and he knew too. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum.” He groaned, sinking his teeth into your neck and giving you one sharp thrust that made you gasp and moan out loudly as you tried to keep your eyes from fluttering shut, offering a glance at his pleasure filled face. “Cum,” he groaned against the soft skin of your neck, biting harshly as he felt you clench around his cock, “Cum all over daddy’s dick, I wanna feel it.” He snapped his hips into yours and you felt his grip on both your throat and waist turn bruising. “Squirt all over daddy’s cock. You know you want to.” He spanked your ass harshly just as his fingers pulled you away from the dryer slightly so he could pinch and twist your wet clit in between his skilled fingers.
You leaned your head back against his shoulder, biting your lip hard and feeling yourself tighten around his cock, causing him to jerk inside of you again as he moaned in your ear, switching his hand to rub sloppily and fast at your pulsating clit. “Cum baby, let it go.” You let out a loud scream, and his hand that weren’t around your neck flew to cover your mouth to stifle the screams that uncontrollably escaped you — as always. You were always noisy for him, and he could always get all kinds of crazy pornographic sounds out of you, but this time was different. You couldn’t remember ever feeling this out of control, and you were right. “That’s it, princess, I wanna see you shower my fucking dick. I wanna hear you scream, I wanna watch you fucking shake and squirm. Let it all out, soak my cock baby,”
You sobbed, feeling your cunt pulsing as your orgasm finally crashed through you lightning every single nerve in body on fire. You couldn't hold it off any longer, “That’s it baby,” Jeno grunted, muttering praises at you as you gushed around his cock, squirting all over him and making a mess.
You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as your lip quivered, your hands scrambling to cling to anything. “God, I love you, you know that?” You could only manage a cry mixed with a moan of pleasure as you let your head fall back onto his but keeping your eyes on his as he told you. You listened to him chant your name over and over again like a mantra the entire time before he finally stilled inside of you and came harder than he ever has before, “Fuuuuuck…” He finally moaned as he began moving again to ride out his orgasm, just as his fingers focused back on your pulsating clit so he could pinch and twist your wet clit in between his skilled fingers. “You’re so fucking hot. So sexy. Always so good for daddy,” You leaned your head back against his shoulder, biting your lip hard and feeling yourself tighten around his cock, causing him to jerk inside of you again as he moaned in your ear, switching his hand to rub sloppily and fast at your clit until he was sure you were completely finished and utterly ruined and destroyed.
Jeno pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin of your back, shoulders, neck and anywhere he could reach, allowing both of you to come back down to earth before he finally stopped and pulled out of you, as you sighed in content. It only took moments of his loving kisses to bring you back to him and he was quick to wrap his arms around your shoulders, bringing you you even closer to him that you already were.
You quickly turned to lean against the dryer just as it buzzed to let everyone know it was finished with the cycle before smiling up at Jeno as he smiled down at you just as lovingly, leaning up to place a tender kiss against his lips in which he returned with all of the love that was left in his body.
Neither of you talked after that, he simply cleaned you up with a damp towel and helped you back into your clothes and you helped him back into his before you forgot about the laundry and you both headed up to your room, thinking it would be alright if you broke this one little rule, and apparently so did he.
Besides, you both knew you weren’t going to let go of each other any time soon.
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🌀 Feito em 06/2021
🌀 Blog Incredible Design
# entre jingle bells e fairly local ⫶ futuramente escrita por flarke ~ou não ·₊
💌 inspiração? credite!
📂 ˚˖ 27/10/2021
“ nota: SIM,, eu fiz uma capa de natal em outubro tÁ BOM EU TO NO TÉDIO! o que dizer dessa capa? nada. foi um completo surto que tive quando descobri que estou ouvindo mais de dez vezes por dia fairly local do twenty one pilots (inclusive recomendo) e me veio essa ideia maluca na minha cabeça de fazer a pobre karina a maior fã de natal se irritar com o vizinho (que a propósito odeia natal, aaaa o clichê) que não para de escutar essa música em um repeat infinito. vou escrever? I don’t know, but pretendo √
obs: se alguém quiser adotar e escrever, tenho o plot quase pronto na cabeça e posso ajudar no desenvolvimento, é isso.
Capa simples 🌸
𝐑𝐔𝐍 | nct social media au!fic | part 1
Part 1: Scandal
Genre: thriller, horror, suspense
Being in the public eye can come with a lot of things, to the point that Jari becomes involved in a cat and mouse game of her trying to survive and get out of this, or die and end up never seeing her members ever again. So how does it all equate to her being the one chased out of her safety as she tries to play this brutal game of her being the mouse and someone she may know as the cat?
꒰ The last summer ꒱
— pedido pessoal
(❝. . .em caso de inspiração dê os créditos!!
— his plan was simple: just send a couple of letters to the pretty girl from spanish class and then reveal your identity. that's simple enough right? WRONG. yunho was not ready for the chaos it was about to unfold right in front of his eyes.
genre: romance, angst
pairing: ateez?? × fem!reader
note; hello!! so ive been wanting to write an smau for ateez for so long! hope you like it <3
let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!
covert - yoo kihyun
pairing: tech specialist kihyun + tech specialist female reader
genre: fluff, spy, secret operations, gambler au
word count: 3k+
warnings: suggestive sexual content, cursing, mentions of creepy men, guns.
summary: you two are about to get caught in the middle of an operation, so kihyun decides to pull a little stunt that has you reeling.
author’s note: this is something that i’ve wanted to write ever since the gambler mv came out! it’s the aesthetic u know... so i decided to write something based on kiki’s roles in the mv. i hope u like it <3
[library] [monsta x library]
“Is it clear, Ki?” you ask quietly, pressing your back against the wall, wincing slightly at the cold concrete biting against your exposed skin. You really should’ve worn a more conservative dress; the extra fabric would have been much more useful in disguising extra tech and weaponry. But no, Minhyuk insisted on a silky backless number in red; your target’s favourite colour on a woman according to the intelligence collected by Hyungwon.
You wanted to scoff at your target’s interests. How original.
According to the group meeting hours before, Hyunwoo made it abundantly clear that capturing your target’s attention was of the highest degree is of importance tonight, as your target must be distracted to ensure the success of this operation. It was imperative that he is not present for the auction.
And the success of your first task was definitely achieved, as your target is currently situated in a hotel room numbered 489, waiting for you to join him for a quote on quote, night of fun. You shudder at the memory of your target smiling at you creepily from across the dining hall, lecherous eyes following wherever you went. The mere notion of anything happening with that repulsive man makes you want to gag, bones shivering at the idea of someone like that laying a single finger on your body.
The only man that you would even consider divulging such privileges to would be no other than-
“Ki? Yoo Kihyun? Hello? Give me an update,” you whisper impatiently, your voice echoing into his earpiece. He doesn’t respond as fast as you would like, causing you to sigh in dissatisfaction at how distracted and out-of-the-loop that he’s seemed for the mission so far. Kihyun normally isn’t like this. Perhaps, you should buy him a drink after this operation.
However, you don’t mention anything as Kihyun finally gives you a clear nod for you to begin. Satisfied with the confirmation, you lift the hem of your dress in a single, swift motion, removing the tools and gadgets that you’ve fastened to your legs before the operation. Working quickly, you attach the gadget to the main circuit board while alternating tools in your hands, eyes narrowing in intense concentration.
Steadying your breathing, you nearly complete your task without a hitch. That is, until a stray security guard begins wandering closer and closer to your vicinity. You don’t see him but you’re able to hear him, drunkenly babbling phrases of absolute nonsense and bumping into all the equipment on the other side clumsily. You’re caught off guard; no one is supposed to be in this room with you two. Hopefully, Kihyun can take care of this little complication without your help because you’re way too busy to be preoccupied with anything else but your current task.
Suddenly, the room becomes silent once again, causing you to believe that Kihyun has succeeded in neutralizing the drunk security guard. That’s your thinking until you hear him spit out in a hushed manner, “I thought that you handled security, Minhyuk!”
His irritated voice makes you jump slightly, echoing in your earpiece as your fingers fiddle with the coloured wires. You try to ignore the commotion to the best of your ability, but Minhyuk’s voice manages to reach your earpiece as well, “I thought that I handled it too!”
Minhyuk sounds equally as frustrated, slight panic overtaking his composure as he continues, “Just take care of it!”
“I’m trying, but he’s moving around too much!” Kihyun exclaims in a quiet voice, the aim of his tranquilizer gun wandering and unfocused. He tries leaning against the columns perpendicular to you, taking aim between the gaps of equipment, but he’s unable to get a clear shot.
Biting your bottom lip, you attempt to remain as calm as possible, remembering that Kihyun has gotten you both out of situations like this while working. Keeping that in mind, you finish your task, successfully installing it. Unfortunately, you still have a couple of tools in your hand. Cursing, you realize that your dress doesn’t have pockets, scratching out your plan to shove the tools into some fabric to conceal them.
The drunken voice is getting louder and louder with each passing second, and you’re beginning to shake. This cannot be happening. Even if you wanted to take him out, leaving an unconscious body behind would raise alarms in the building, no matter how inebriated the guard may seem. It would greatly jeopardize the operation. Looking around to the exits, your eyes dart around to assess the space. You chew on the inside of your cheek, displeased that door is much too far away for you two to make it there without getting caught.
And based on the volume of the guard’s clicking footsteps, caught is exactly how you’ll find yourselves if you don’t think of anything to do. You’re staring at Kihyun beside you, eyes intense with panic and hands moving in a quizzical gesture, attempting to wordlessly communicate the level of stress that you’re experiencing at the moment. Similarly, Kihyun is deep in thought, brows furrowing as he chews at his bottom lip. His brain is probably running a million miles a minute, scanning through all the possible actions to get you two out of this predicament.
Then, he gets that little glint in his eyes, a look that he always has when he thinks of a new idea or a fresh strategy. Strangely enough, the sight of it calms your racing heart; it means that he has a plan.
Kihyun grasps at your wrist, pulling you towards him with a swift tug. He’s so quick that you’re unable to keep up, recoiling in genuine confusion. Confusion continues when his head dips downward, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath fanning the skin just underneath.
“I apologize in advance,” he whispers lowly.
You don’t even have a chance to request a reason for his apology, because, in a blink of an eye, Kihyun is wrapping his arm around the curve of your hips, pulling you in for a kiss that has you gasping for breath.
Describing your current state as surprised would be an understatement because Kihyun is kissing you like his life depends on it, lips moving in such an impassioned manner that you can’t help but surrender yourself to the feeling, squeezing your eyes shut when his palm traces the line of your jaw.
So, this is his strategy, you realize when Kihyun pushes you against a piece of equipment, covering the gadget that you installed with your bodies. Your eyes snap open when you feel his fingers move up to the side of your face, grasping at your earpiece before pulling it out. Sliding his hand back down, he easily places it into his pocket with finesse, resuming the little make-out session like nothing is out of the ordinary. You believe that he’s using this opportunity to distract the security guard with a situation that’s deeply uncomfortable; walking into two people going at it.
Alright. Perhaps, it’s Kihyun’s unbridled confidence that’s egging you on, fueling that competitive fire inside you. He wants to put on a show? You’ll give him a show.
You shoot your hands out to reach for his hips, roaming the waistband of his slacks until you feel belt loops against your fingers. Wasting no time, you hook your fingers into the fabric, slotting your thigh in between his legs before tugging his body forward. You can tell that he’s caught off guard by that, gasping against your lips as his body stiffens upon contact. Taking his state of surprise as an opportunity, you press your thigh up against his crotch, parting his lips with your tongue before purposefully moaning into his mouth.
You’re not sure if he’s faking it, but Kihyun responds with a deep, strangled groan that has you shuddering, satisfying a part of yourself that you didn’t even know about. He’s making noises that you’ve only dreamt of hearing in your most explicit of dreams, lighting your heart aflame with need. It has you craving more, but Kihyun decides to pull away from your lips, disappointing you.
The guard must be gone, you think, just noticing how silent the room has become. You peek your head over his shoulder to avoid his gaze, unsure if you’re able to handle looking at him in the eye right now; not after making out in such a shameless fashion after you’ve been attracted to him for so long.
To your bewilderment, however, the guard isn’t gone. Rather, it’s the complete opposite, the person in question standing a couple of metres in front of you two, eyes wide and mouth gaping open at what they’re stumbling upon. You’re praying that the lighting is dim enough and that they have poor eyesight because you probably look like a deer in headlights.
“Ki…” you start, nudging Kihyun away in preparation for some sort of confrontation, believing that your little ruse has failed. That is, until he keeps his grip strong and firm, tucking his head underneath your chin to trace the line of your neck with the flat of his tongue. Eyes fluttering closed once again, your mind returns to Kihyun and nothing else, disregarding the point of the mission entirely.
What are you two even here for again? You wouldn’t be able to tell at this point because he’s starting to pepper kisses all over your sensitive spots, causing your mind to become hazy; your breathing to become laboured. Once he reaches an area that has you writhing against him, he unwraps his arm from your waist and migrates his hands to your hipbones, latches his lips to that same area, and gives it a harsh suck, forcing his thigh between your legs as his pushes your back into the equipment behind you.
If he wants you to moan for him, he’s definitely succeeding, because you’re barely registering how loud you’re gasping out, forgetting that there’s a possibility that Minhyuk might overhear. Your ears manage to catch the guard muttering fuckin’ kids under his breath before moving on, but you disregard it almost immediately. You should really be paying attention on the job but God, you couldn’t care less, not when Kihyun is doing that with his mouth, scattering marks across your skin and kissing you like he’s desperate for you to stay in his arms for the rest of his life.
You would gladly accept that idea but you should ask yourself if this is even real. But there’s no way that he can make you feel like this without being a hundred percent serious, right? You’ve had an interest in plenty of people but none of them ever made you feel like your heart was going to burst out of your chest from a mere makeout session.
“Ki…” you gasp out, clutching at the lapel of his blazer as you break the kiss, lungs burning for oxygen, “I… Mmph-”
Kihyun doesn’t give you a chance to talk, slamming his lips against yours once again. It’s starting to seem like he’s wholly preoccupied with making you lose it, your mind quickly becoming addicted to the pressure of his hands caressing the lines of your body through the silk of your dress.
But in the midst of it, you know that you need to stop this. Blackout procedures are timed and you have to get out of here before that happens. As if he can read your mind, Kihyun pulls away from your lips, panting heavily. You’re no better, tipping your head backward to rest against the cold metal of the equipment, only just taking note of how close Kihyun really is.
He’s pressed right up against you, so much so that you can feel the lines of his chest against your body, hips fitting together with his thigh between your legs. Peering into his eyes nervously, your breath catches in your throat, taken aback by how dazed he looks, pupils dilated and expression hazy. You have so many questions running through your brain that it feels like an eternity before you feel like you should say something, words beginning to leave your lips to break the silence.
You see Kihyun going in for another kiss but you halt his movements, cocking your head backward as you press your fingers against his lips.
“We need to go,” you whisper, noticing how hoarse your voice sounds.
“Huh?” Kihyun makes a noise in question, recoiling.
“The timer,” you stop, gulping for breath, “Gotta go before time’s up.”
It takes a second for Kihyun to collect his thoughts, but when he does, his eyes snap open, withdrawing from your body so quickly that you’re having doubts about what just transpired. Does he regret what he just did? The feeling of dread is starting to permeate into the forefront of your mind, even as you both successfully evacuate the premises.
The car ride back to headquarters is unsettlingly quiet. The uncomfortable silence is seemingly neverending, causing you to fiddle with the fabric of your dress to distract yourself. When Kihyun finally drives into the underground garage to park, the silence continues until he chooses to speak first.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I got carried away and it made you uncomfortable. I’ll request Hyunwoo for you to get reassigned,” he says, giving you a single nod before reaching for the handle of the car door.
“Wait,” you try to stop him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist gingerly. You don’t pull or tug; Kihyun halts his movements out of his own volition, turning around with his left hand remaining on the handle of the car door.
Should you say something? you ask yourself, chewing at the inside of your left cheek. Even if you wanted to say something, nothing is translating into actual words. You should’ve planned something in advance before telling him to stop.
Ignoring your own thoughts, you decide to speak anyway. At least you’re trying to, but whatever you want to tell him gets stuck in your throat once Kihyun’s eyes lock with your own. He’s focused but there’s something else in the way that he’s staring at you; focused and heated; confused, yet hopeful. You might not be able to put your finger on it, but you’re able to tell that he’s probably feeling just as turbulent as you. His nose gets all scrunchy and his eyebrows always take on a slight furrow when he gets into his head for too long. It’s making you realize that you shouldn’t say anything at all.
This time, you act first by closing the distance, swooping in to continue your business that was rudely interrupted by work. It takes him aback, his shoulders scrunching up as he flinches in surprise. Although, that doesn’t last long because before you know it, his palm reaches out to cup at your cheek softly, coaxing your lips to part with a swipe of his tongue, deepening the kiss.
Before, Kihyun was frantic, lips and hands moving roughly when he pushed your back into the cold metal. Although it was under the guise of a ruse, he had you practically burning with need anyway; his touch lighting you aflame with every single brush of his palms against your body. Presently, the same passion is there, but somehow, he’s gentler this time around, achingly tender and affectionate as his palm moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, pushing your lips harder against his. As cliché as it sounds, he has your stomach flipping and your heart fluttering at something as simple as a kiss.
Much too soon for your liking, he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as his fingers splay out on the side of your neck, fingers brushing at the strands of hair that managed to escape your previously neat updo.
“I like you,” you whisper against his lips, peering into his eyes shyly.
Kihyun hums in response before smirking, “You don’t say.”
Feigning annoyance at his characteristically cocky comment, you retract from his touch, snapping your head to the side while pouting, “Okay, I don’t like you anymore.”
“Wait, I’m joking, I’m joking,” he laughs, placing his palm on your jaw. The pressure causes you to tilt your head towards his face, but your gaze remains downward out of pettiness. As if he requesting your forgiveness, he cants your head upward with a gentle nudge of your chin with his knuckle, causing you to lock eyes with his. Your breath hitches when Kihyun presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips, and the sweet gesture makes you forget why you were petty in the first place.
He really is handsome, you smile to yourself, unsure in the moment as to why it took so long for you to confess. Then, the reason comes flying back to you when a knock on the car window shocks you out of your daze.
You completely forgot that Minhyuk was part of this mission as well.
And judging by the look on Kihyun’s face, he forgot as well. Embarrassed that Minhyuk caught you two in the middle of a tender moment, he hides his face into your neck cutely, tucking himself underneath your chin. You giggle at this, Minhyuk also taking pleasure at Kihyun’s uncharacteristically bashful state.
But when Minhyuk starts talking, you frown, cocking your head to the side in confusion. Everything he’s saying is muffled, so you try to wordlessly gesture that you’re unable to hear him. Similarly, Minhyuk does the same by pointing upwards, mouthing what looks to be the word meeting with his lips.
“We have to go to a meeting,” Kihyun tells you after he turns toward the car window, but you shake your head.
“Let’s stay here for a little longer,” you say, kicking off your heels and shoving his seat backward, lifting your legs over the center console before curling into his lap. Minhyuk looks like he wants to gag but you pay him no attention, focusing on the sound of Kihyun’s steady breathing and heartbeat instead.
“Who knew that you’d be so clingy,” Kihyun whispers, teasing you.
“Do you want me to leave?” you retort sassily with a raise of your eyebrow, but he knows that you’re not being serious.
“Never,” he responds resolutely, kissing the crown of your head softly before wrapping his arms around your waist.
Work can wait, for now.
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Chapter 10: Goodbye For Now (Warning: Contains smut)
"There shall be cake," I announced, carrying the cake out to the living room. "That looks delicious, Ash," WinWin said in between bites. Taeyong and I sat down next to Yuta where our plates and bowls were already ready for us. "Thank you for cooking for us again, Ash. You didn't have to," Mark said. "It's no problem. Like I said, I love to cook so being able to cook for other people makes me really happy so I don't mind at all," I said, slurping on my ramyeon, "plus I needed a reason to stream besides the fact that I'm in a relationship now." Taeyong wrapped up a piece of beef in a piece of lettuce and held it out to me, "we have a garden so most of the vegetables are fresh." I opened my mouth and let him feed me, nodding at the taste. "Ash, when will you come back here after you're done with everything," Jaehyun asked.
"Hmm. Well, the Raw after Hell in a Cell is in my hometown so once I make the announcement and go around saying my goodbyes, I'm going home and start packing as much as I can before calling it a night. So I'll take an early flight the next day, and should be here by probably early morning and I'll just have a taxi take me to my home so I don't disturb you. Roughly, I'll be back here in two weeks, but I will have stuff fly in during that time so I'll have my things here." "And you'll be here to stay, right," Haechan asked and I nodded, "I'm glad. Having you here is so much fun." Everyone nodded in agreement as dinner went on smoothly.
After dinner, I took a hot shower and got dressed for bed, wearing another one of Taeyong's shirts with black shorts. I left the bathroom and joined him in his room. He was sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he looked up at me. "There's so many pictures in the tag online," he said as I sat next to him, "there's even a video of us dancing." "What can I say? My fan base captures everything when I'm streaming. I can't wait to get everything set up so I can stream regularly," I sighed. "I know that you can't wait. Are you nervous? About living here again," he asked, pulling me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Hm. No. I'm more excited than nervous. I hate that I'll never be able to wrestle again, but I've accomplished a lot during my time so I have no regrets," I said, "besides, I have you and the others. I can make a life here. I don't see it as retirement. I see it as the beginning of a new life. Like they always say, when one chapter ends, a new chapter begins."
"Well, I want to be the reason for your happy ending," he confessed. "Keep playing your cards right and I think we can make that happen," I smiled, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He leaned back, laying down with me in his arms, running his fingers through my hair. "Besides moving and getting settled, do you still want to go to your vacation home? I want to spend a lot of time with you before we have to start preparing for a comeback." I nodded as he kissed my cheek, "I definitely want to spend time with you before you get busy with that. Just know that I'll be cheering you guys on while you're busy. If you guys ever need anything from me, don't be afraid to ask me to do anything. I don't mind helping out."
"Thank you, baby. Just knowing that we have your support will be enough for me," he said, caressing my cheek with his thumb, "get comfortable, baby. I'm going to go shower before bed." I nodded and kissed him before he left the room. I rolled over onto my stomach and sighed. I was leaving tomorrow afternoon and despite the fact that I would only be gone for a few weeks, I was still sad at the thought of being away from everyone, especially Taeyong. I didn't want to leave, but the sooner I got everything over with, the sooner I could begin a new life. I didn't know what this new chapter in my life would consist of, but I was more than ready to begin it, especially with Taeyong by my side. His face popped up in my head and my heart skipped a beat. I never thought that being here would result in a relationship, but I'm glad it did because now my future after wrestling wasn't going to be a lonely one. I couldn't help the smile on my face as I thought about the possibility of a happy future with him.
"What's on your mind," Taeyong asked, pulling me from my thoughts, "something is putting a smile on your face." He was in only his shorts, towel draped around his neck as he dried his hair. "Just thinking about the future," I admitted as he sat on the bed, drying off his hair. "Really? Do you see a good future ahead," he asked and I nodded, "good. Keep thinking positive and good things will happen." "That's the plan," I said, rolling over and sitting up next to him, "I'm just really to get things over with so we can be together." He cupped my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb, "I promise you that I will make you very happy, baby. As long as I have you by my side, I know that we'll both be happy." "I promise you that I'll make you happy too, baby." "You already do," he smiled, leaning forward slowly.
I met him halfway, our lips crashing together as his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck as the kiss deepened and he rested his hands on my hips. "Baby, I'm not moving too fast for you or anything, am I," he whispered, looking into my eyes. "No, baby. Don't worry. I'll let you know when I'm uncomfortable with anything," I replied, running my fingers through his hair. He bit his lip as he looked me over, his hands still on my hips. "Is it a bad thing that I don't want to stop? Honestly, I feel like I'm dreaming. I can't believe that you're here and you're mine," he confessed, blushing slightly. I smiled and leaned forward, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth gently before releasing it. "Believe it, baby. Also, the feeling is mutual," I confessed, "I don't want to stop either. I....want you to make me yours tonight. I have to leave tomorrow and I would like a more deeper connection with you." He slowly began to slide the shirt upwards, stopping just underneath my breast. "Are you sure," he asked me once more. I smiled and nodded, pulling the shirt completely off of me, tossing it onto the floor.
He sucked in his breath as he stared at my bare breast that were mere inches from his face. "Umm nice chest...piece! I meant your tattoo that's on your sternum," he blurted out, clearing his throat. I giggled, kissing his lips, "TY, relax. This is another reason why I want to continue. I want you to be completely comfortable with me and my body. I love your adorable shyness, but we're a couple. You should be more relaxed and comfortable with me. Don't worry. You won't do anything that'll make me uncomfortable." He nodded and reached out, grabbing my breast, gently squeezing them together before releasing them, watching them bounce. He squeezed them together once more, sticking his tongue out and ran it across both nipples, drawing out a soft moan from me. He watched my reaction, making mental notes as he took my right nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. I tangled my fingers into his hair, gently tugging as I grind against him, feeling the semihard erection stirring to life. He rubbed my left nipple with his thumb as he sucked on the right, watching me as soft moans escaped my lips. He pulled away from my breast, pulling me down for another passion filled kiss before laying me onto the bed. "Have I told you that you're so beautiful," he whispered, hovering over me. "Hm. No, you haven't. Tell me more," I smirked, making him chuckle. "Baby," he whispered, tugging at my shorts, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I lifted my hips, helping him remove my shorts along with my panties, tossing them onto the floor. He leaned down, pressing kisses to my inner thigh, gently nipping at my skin. He climbed out of bed, walking to his dresser, grabbing a condom before returning to the bed, discarding his shorts and boxers along the way as he climbed back into bed, settling on top of me.
He captured my lips in a heated kiss, grinding against me, his erection rubbing against my wet folds. He groaned softly against my lips, pulling away to open the wrapper and slipped on the condom. "You ready for me, baby," he asked, teasing my entrance as I nodded, gasping as he pushed inside of me, "you feel so good, baby." He rolled his hips slowly, our moans mixing as our passion heightened, filling the room as he pinned my hands above my head. "You're the only one who I will ever let pin me," I teased, earning a chuckle from him. "I feel special then," he smirked, nipping on my neck as he sped up his thrusts. "TY," I moaned, "don't stop." "Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure that you're satisfied. I want to make sure that you have a wonderful night before we're separated for a while," he whispered, thrusting harder, "I want to make sure that you'll want more when you come back to me." I arched my back off of the bed, moaning his name as he reached down and rubbed my clit, feeling me close around him. "Are you close, baby? Are you going to cum?" I couldn't speak as the pleasure overcame me, making him smirk. "Do it, baby. Cum for me. I'm so close, baby." He leaned down and captured my lips, swallowing up my moans as I came. He pulled away and threw his head back, moaning as he came inside of the condom, slowing down his thrusts. "Wow," he sighed, pulling out of me, removing the condom and tossed it into his trash, "that was amazing."
I rolled over and sighed, my energy drained as I looked at him. "I don't think I want to leave now," I giggled, snuggling up to him. "I don't want you to go, but you have to, baby. You have to give your fans a proper goodbye," he sighed, kissing my forehead, "then I can have you all to myself." "Sorry, TY, but you have to share custody of me with the guys," I teased. "Don't remind me," he sighed, "want to go take a late night bath before bed?" I nodded as we climbed out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, locking the door as Taeyong prepared the tub. I stood in front of the mirror, putting up my hair into two space buns. I turned around as he smiled at me as I walked over and got into the water, the warm water relaxing my muscles as I leaned back against him. "We'll have many nights like this, if you want, babe," he said, rubbing my shoulders, "we can go out and I'll show you around so you know where things are. If you want, you can travel with us when we have to do shows. I'm sure that the managers wouldn't mind. Maybe you could help out with wardrobe and makeup." "As long as I'm not in the way and can help, I would love to, TY," I smiled as we shared a kiss. "I'm sure that we can find something for you to do. Maybe you could help with choreography as well," he smiled, "I honestly had fun dancing with you. I would love more moments like those." "We'll make all of those happen, plus more, baby. I promise," I said as we enjoyed our nice bath, chatting about future plans.
After our bath, we returned to his room and got ready for bed. "I'm stealing shirts before I leave. Maybe a hoodie or two as well," I said, snuggling up to him. "That's fine, baby. My clothes are yours whenever you want. I love seeing you wear my stuff. You look so cute," he said, yawning. "Tomorrow is going to be a long day," I sighed, "honestly, I'm nervous about making that announcement. No one else knows about it. My bosses have a few clues, but they don't know how serious it really is now. I feel like I'm letting everyone down." "Don't think like that, baby. Everyone will understand your decision. Your health is very important and I'm sure that everyone would understand that you have to retire before something bad happens. At least they'll still have a way to see you through live streams and posts so it's not like you'll just disappear," he said, hugging me. "You're right, baby. I know that everyone will understand. Thank you. I really needed to hear that." "That's my job now. To make you feel better. Now let's get some rest." We shared a kiss as I nuzzled into his chest and fell asleep.
The next morning, I rolled over in my sleep only to feel the coolness of the sheets. I opened my eyes, realizing that I was alone as I looked around. I sat up and stretched before getting out of bed. My bags were nowhere in sight, but some clothes were on the dresser for me. I put on my leggings and another one of his shirts, his scent on it, making me smile before I brushed my hair out, putting it into two ponytails. I grabbed my phone and left the room, heading upstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. It was oddly quiet, making me think that everyone was still fast asleep. I scrolled through my phone, texting Liv to let her know that I would meet her at the airport in a few hours.
The next moment, there was shouting and the lights turned on causing me to squeal out before I saw everyone in front of me. "You guys suck," I sighed, covering my face as I tried to calm down my racing heart as Yuta hugged me. "We wanted to surprise you," he chuckled, pointing to the table of food. "Surprise me or give me a heart attack," I pout as Jungwoo hugged me. "Both. We just wanted to give you a breakfast before you leave us for a while," he said. "You guys didn't have to do that. I'm coming back, I promise," I giggled as Johnny and Jaehyun trapped me in a bear hug, "I'm used to this so nice try." "Told you it wouldn't work," Johnny said. "It was worth a shot," Jaehyun shrugged as Taeyong shook his head. "Let's eat before everything gets cold." I walked over to him and sat down, Taeyong sitting next to me as everyone sat down. "Everything looks good. Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it," I said, digging into my eggs. "We just wanted to make your last day here perfect before you leave, baby," Taeyong said. "Plus, when you get back, it'll be your turn to cook breakfast," Doyoung teased. "Don't worry. I'll make you guys the best breakfast ever," I said in between bites. "Looking forward to it," Yuta said. "We'll be cheering you on for your last match, Ash," Haechan said. "Thank you. I'll give you guys my login so you can just watch it without any issues," I said, pulling out my phone, "just download the app and you can watch it on any device you want." I typed out the information and sent it in the group chat when I saw a new message from Liv, "I have an hour before I have to catch my flight." "I'll make sure to get you there on time. Do you want to stop by your house before you leave," Taeyong asked. "Yeah. I actually have to leave you guys the keys for everything. My stuff will be here in a few days so you can just push everything in the living room. I'll figure out where I want stuff when I get back." "We'll go once we're done here then," he said, "I'll take you to the airport afterwards so you're not late." I nodded as we enjoyed the delicious breakfast that they prepared.
After breakfast, we took a few pictures and a group picture before saying our goodbyes. Taeyong took the van and drove us to what will be my home from now on. We pulled up in the driveway and parked. We got out and walked up to the front door and I unlocked it, stepping inside. "So when my things get here, you guys can just put everything in the living room and I'll handle it once I get here," I said, looking around. "If you send some clothes, I'll put them in the bedroom for you," he said, following behind me, "we can put your case up for you. I think it'll be perfect right here." He pointed to the open space next to the kitchen. "If it's not too much trouble. If you can't, I'll just have some movers do it for me." "We'll do our best for you, baby. I told you that we'll do anything for you. You're part of the family now," he smiled, pulling me into his arms and kissed me, "hopefully, you'll be stuck with us for life." "Play your cards right and you might be stuck with me for life," I smiled.
"Trust me, baby. That's my plan right now. You make me so happy, baby. You make all of us happy, if I'm being honest. Yuta usually keeps to himself or only makes small talk here and there, but with you around, it's like he's coming out of his shell. Everyone looks at you as their sister and they'll definitely do anything to keep you around." "Hmm. Guess I better stick around so they don't lose their sister slash chef," I giggled. "Looks like it," he chuckled, "I can't wait for you to come back. I'm going to miss you like crazy." "I'm going to miss you more. Don't worry. It'll fly by and then I'll be back here to annoy you all day every day," I teased. "I can't wait," he smiled, kissing me once more, hugging me close to him as my phone buzzed. "That's probably Liv, which means that it's time for me to head to the airport." He gave me another long kiss, as if imprinting his lips onto mine.
"Let's get going," he said, taking my hand and lead me back outside. I locked up the house before handing him the key as we returned to the van. He started the van and pulled out of the driveway. He reached over and held my hand, pressing his lips to it. "That's a good luck kiss for your match, baby. We'll be watching you. And I'll call you afterwards," he said, "actually, I'm going to call you every day until you're back in my arms." "You better or else I'm going to be so mad," I smirked. "Did you just try to quote Mad City," he scoffed, smiling. "You make me so mad," I sung, making him laugh as we sung all the way to the airport.
We arrived at the airport and parked, getting out. Taeyong grabbed my bags from the back and walked over to me. "I knew that you guys took my bags," I giggled as we walked inside. "Of course, babe. Just wanted to help. I washed everything and packed it for you while you were asleep," he said, kissing my cheek. "Thank you so much, baby." We put my bags in baggage when I spotted Liv waving at me. We walked over to her and she immediately hugged me. "I was wondering if I was going to have to come kidnap you," she teased, hugging Taeyong. "I wasn't keeping her for myself, I promise," he chuckled, "everyone loves her so it was a group effort." "As long as she's happy, I don't care. If you make her unhappy, I'm finding you myself," she teased, "everyone is already on the plane just about so we have to get going. It was nice meeting all of you." She gave him another hug before walking off to boarding.
"Well, this is goodbye for now," I said, hugging him, "two weeks. I'll be back." "Kill it in that ring, baby. We'll be cheering you on and we'll be waiting for you to return. Be careful, babe. Stay safe. I'll be here to pick you up, babe," he said, pulling me in for a passion filled kiss. "I will, baby. I'll let you know when I land." He nodded and gave me one last kiss before we finally pulled apart. "Before I forget," I said, pulling out my necklace out of my pocket and put it around his neck, "hold on to that for me, baby." I winked and gave him another kiss before walking towards boarding. I turned around and blew him a kiss and waved. He caught the kiss and pat his cheek before he waved and began to walk away. I sighed as I walked outside and boarded the plane. I found Liv and sat next to her, staring out of the window. "Don't worry, babe. You'll see him again," she smiled, squeezing my hand. "Yeah. I know," I smiled, part of me wishing I could tell her that this would be the last ride together, but I bit my lip so I wouldn't. "Let's rock this week and Hell in A Cell," I said as she nodded. I stared out the window as the plane took off, leaving behind what will soon be my new home, where my friends and my boyfriend was waiting for my return.
synopsis: A perfect life, perfect friends, perfect boyfriend. Why does it all seem too good to be true? Because it is. The greater the high, the greater the fall from it.
pairing: choi san x reader
genre: mafia au, fluff, angst and smut
word count: 20.8k
After going to a stuffy private school your whole life where you were driven back and forth from school by chauffeurs, the experience of boarding the train to get to your university was something you appreciated a lot.
Your luck continued though, because your university seemed to be in the opposite direction of everyone else’s morning commute and thus you usually wouldn’t face the crowd that has everyone pressed against the doors. Maybe that was why you weren’t fed up with public transportation yet. In your three years of attending university, you had barely ever been in a crowd on the ride home or to university. Probably because most of the students had their own transport or lived on or near campus.
Everyone except you seemed to be in a hurry as they continued to bustle around the station, lined up behind a recharge station for their train cards and through the gates. You were leisurely sipping on your morning coffee as you stood in line, surprisingly more patient than everyone else as they shuffled on their feet, anxious for the line to move.
If you told your friends that you actually enjoyed waiting patiently for your turn and even woke up earlier anticipating it, they would look at you like you had committed a sin. Yes, you were used to being waited on hand and foot since you grew up relatively wealthy, but you weren’t the kind of person that got angry when things weren’t handed to you on a silver platter.
That was probably because in the face of any kind of inconvenience, you weren’t spoiled to death by their parents like they were. Your parents had divorced when you were very young, your father winning custody. Although with the way he raised you, you couldn’t imagine why he fought for it in the first place. To save face, you supposed.
You were practically raised by your nanny and whatever girlfriend your father had for that month. After the fourth girlfriend who wanted to be the mother you never had, you learnt not to get too attached to them. You’d actually feel bad when they believed that they were here to stay and could break your fathers’ bad habits.
As his girlfriend’s ages got closer to yours, you got even more uncomfortable whenever your father would come home; even though he had his own bedroom and office at your family manor, he spent most of his time at his condo.
It was safe to say that you didn’t exactly have a good father daughter relationship.
You got to the train platform right on time; just as you threw away your coffee cup in the trash the train pulled up and you calmly stepped inside, finding a seat almost immediately. The rest of the passengers boarding and the announcement for the train to leave the station fell upon deaf ears as soon as you stuffed your earphones in.
That was until someone sat beside you and poked your shoulder.
Startled, you immediately paused the music, pulling out one of your earphones and a boy about your age, who was looking extremely embarrassed, smiled at you. Even though he looked very uncomfortable, you couldn’t help but find him adorable when you noticed the dimples on his cheeks.
“I’m sorry for bothering me but do you know what station I have to get off to get to Winston Law?” He asked, biting his lip nervously.
“Yeah, you have to get off at Rocksbury and then take the bus.” You pointed at the directory on the train doors, and he nodded, smiling gratefully at you, “I’m headed to the same place, so I can take you there."
“You go to Winston Law?” Ah yes, the very college that your ‘friends’ begged you not to go to. You laughed in their face when they suggested doing the same thing as them which in this case was either getting pregnant, getting married or getting daddy’s company. None sounded the least bit appealing. Especially getting another reason to stay around your father.
You smiled, flashing the keychain on your bag that had the logo of your university, “Yeah, I’m in my third year, what about you?”
“I’m in my first year. I joined late, today is my first day.”
You nodded thoughtfully, “Well if you want, I’d be happy to show you around?”
The smile he sent you was enough to blind somebody, and you felt your retinas burn a little from how good-looking he was. The blonde grinned from ear to ear and his dimples were even more pronounced this time, eyes disappearing in the eye smile and your heart skipped a beat in your chest.
“I’d really like that, thank you.”
“I’m (Y/N) by the way.”
“San. Nice to meet you.”
You parted with San shortly after showing him around and even told him where he could download the campus map just in case, he found himself in an area he didn’t recognize. He was such a sweetheart, thanking you profusely when you parted at the administration office. It was only after entering your class you had realized you had forgotten to give him your number.
You didn’t usually hand out your number to freshman, but he was just so cute you’d be stupid not to. On the ride here you had found out that you both were the same age, but he joined college late because he didn’t think law was necessarily for him but changed his mind. So technically, you weren’t exactly preying on the wide-eyed lowerclassmen.
You were in class, tapping your pen against your notebook as you waited for the professor to enter the lecture hall. Everyone was already seated, some already asleep; Professor Kang let you do whatever you wanted so long as you didn’t interrupt him and make him lose his train of thought. If you were unlucky enough to yawn or sneeze loudly enough for him to forget what he was saying, lord knew you would be on the receiving end of a scolding for the rest of the period.
The class looked empty huge since most of the students opted to take Children’s law in their first year. You had been the stupid one to try and avoid it for the first 2 years in favour of taking things easy, but you needed to get your credit score up and now was stuck taking it without the company of your friends.
You were surprised when San quietly slid into the seat beside you, sparing a small smile as he pulled out his computer to take notes. The wallpaper was a solid colour which surprised you since he seemed like the type to set it up as a cute picture.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” When he finally noticed you staring, he looked embarrassed that he didn’t ask you for permission first and at the first sign of the frown on his face you were shaking your head, waving your hands frantically.
“No no, not at all. You just surprised me.”
That satisfied him, he smiled that adorable smile once again and nodded to himself distractedly, turning his attention to the front of the class as the professor stepped up to the board.
You tried to convince yourself that what your professor was saying wasn’t that important so you could stare at San some more as he absentmindedly smiled at his computer while diligently taking notes but when he caught you staring, you had no choice but to shamefully look back at your notebook, finally writing down something.
During the class, you kept wanting to speak to him, ask him how he found the campus and if he had checked out his schedule already, but you kept silent in favour of writing notes. You didn’t want to distract him on his first day, especially since he was more than enthusiastic about being here, jotting down every little thing that the professor said even though it wasn’t important.
When you noticed how his lips began pouting when he fell a little behind, you had made up your mind, you were going to ask this man on a date. Not immediately, of course, you’d take a couple weeks minimum to get a feel of his personality and what not but of what you’ve seen so far, you already like him.
With that resolve, you turned back to your notes, now diligently writing beside him until the end of the class. You calmly grabbed your things, knowing you didn’t have another class for at least half an hour. San on the other hand anxiously packed up his things and just when you thought he was going to leave, he turned to you with a small smile.
“You can totally say no, but do you mind if I have your number? I don’t know anyone here and I’d like to be friends.”
He was only asking for your phone number, but your heart rate increased so drastically one would’ve thought he asked for your hand in marriage. Grinning brightly, you quickly put in your number on his phone, and he sent you his by texting you a cute sticker of a bear.
“I have a class.” He said, the smile still apparent on his face and you giggled, “Would you mind if I walked you there?”
“It really isn’t that big of a deal, San.” You chuckled but he looked up at you in awe, like you had just strung all the stars in the sky and your heart swelled. San was the type to praise you if you ate well and it always made you feel good about yourself. He was just such a sweet person; you couldn’t help the way you fell for him.
It had been a couple weeks since you met him, and you had yet to ask him on a date. You had yet to go a day without speaking to him in some way; whether he invited you out for a cup of coffee or sent you a bunch of texts or even called you just as you were getting into bed or stepping into the bath.
You loved those conversations with him, where you were half asleep and just mumbling nonsense into the phone and you got the chance to hear his coarse voice as he was dozing off as well. As days passed and San became more prominent in your life, you realized you were falling deep for him.
He wasn’t shy as you thought he would be, as he got more comfortable with you, he even surprised you with how bold he was sometimes. Although you supposed he was used to having other’s attentions fixated on him, given how beautiful he was and how well he knew to style himself.
Usually by this point you’d know whether someone had an interest in you, but he was difficult to put a finger on. He was so closed off about his life outside university, usually not giving you many details but he was very interested in you.
Many times, he has redirected a conversation to be about you and before you realized it, you had rambled on for 2 hours while San stared at you with an affectionate look on his face. The last thing you would want is to make things awkward between the two of you.
He was also naturally flirtatious; it was his habit to hold onto people and hug them when he had nothing to do. You wouldn’t be surprised if the girl that served him coffee this morning thought that she might have a chance with San, but he had been adamant not to spend time with other girls since coming here.
For the most part, he had just hung around you and your friends and he fit well in your friend group since they were all the same age. Your female friends had been kind enough to keep him at arm’s length when you expressed that you might want to date him.
So basically, everyone was prepared for you to confess to San except yourself.
“What do you mean not a big deal?! It’s a huge deal! People usually have to beg and beg to join that committee but the fact that they asked you to join?! And you’re not even a fourth year?!”
What San was referring to, was the fact that you were on the Winston’s Intern Committee which was basically an internship programme where the university recommended their own students to big law firms. If a law firm was interested and your grades were high enough then they’d even offer to pay for your remaining years tuition.
The committee was usually for 4th year students and even those students were asked to submit a lengthy application along with many references to even be considered. When you began your 3rd year, you were more than surprised to get an invitation from them yourself. Your professors recommended you since you always showed a spectacular performance during mock trials since beginning university. You had yet to lose a trial, winning against your seniors as well.
It was an enormous deal.
But you didn’t want to be that person that lorded it over someone else. So, after your friends threw you a small get together as a congratulations, you barely ever spoke about it around them, not wanting to seem like you were trying to come off as superior.
But the way San kept stroking your ego made your heart swell with pride. It was something commendable and you were keening after receiving genuine praise from someone who found it amazing without feeling envious.
You sent him a shy smile, “Thank you.”
“Let’s go out to celebrate!”
You laughed at his enthusiasm, practically dragging you down the halls to get something to eat, “San this isn’t new. It happened months before we met. We already celebrated.”
He turned to you with a pout, “But I wasn’t there! Let me treat you to a nice meal and couple drinks! You deserve to feel special for today, you work so hard all the time.”
Your heart fluttered. Everyone in the university worked hard, the school was competitive, and no one wanted to fall behind. But it was still nice to hear that your efforts were recognizable and should be rewarded.
“Alright fine but we’re celebrating you making it through a month of university without looking like you want to kill someone.”
He nodded, interlacing your fingers as you left campus and walked towards the train station together.
“Is this a date?”
You nearly tripped over your own foot and likely would have toppled down the flight of stairs into the concrete had San not grabbed your hand tightly. He blushed lightly; he really chose the wrong place to have this conversation, one wrong move and he’d get to use the pickup line ‘Did it hurt when you fell from the top of the stairs?’
He was staring at you so earnestly that you felt the heat rise to your cheeks and even though he had basically given you the upper hand here, you were still bashful from his straightforwardness. Peeking up at him from beneath your lashes, you meekly asked, “Do you want it to be?”
Sn reached for your other hand, holding both of them in his as you stood at the top of the staircase together feeling like you were the only two on the face of the planet.
That cute dimple on his cheek was back, making you feel weak just by looking at him. If you were to have your own kryptonite, a substance that could reduce you into a pile of mush and unproductivity, you’d find it in his dimple.
It was dangerous, giving someone so much power over you; you had seen it happen to your father’s girlfriends but if this was how they felt just by holding hands, you couldn’t blame them for laying out their heart. Afterall, they weren’t the ones at fault for loving, it was your father who was at fault for only being loved and never giving any.
So far, you had only been on the receiving end of San’s affection. He was always so quick to compliment you, to make you feel like you were soaring with just a couple words. You were resolute; you wouldn’t use him like your father, you’d give him just as much as he gave you.
“I want this to be a date.” He said, smiling kindly at you and butterflies erupted through your insides.
An amusement park date was your idea of a perfect first date. The perfect spot that kept things interesting while still enjoying each other’s company. So, when San suggested it, you couldn’t help but feel like he was every bit your soulmate.
The day started off strong, with the two of you riding every ride, holding hands as you reached the top and screaming your lungs out as you came down. You laughed until your stomach hurt when San claimed he was too tired to wait in lines and proceeded to put all his weight on you.
San argued with you for a good five minutes about paying for lunch and snacks. He didn’t even let you take your wallet out of your bag before he was handing the vendor his money, urging him to take it before you could protest.
Since San had spent a good amount of money on both the food and the tickets, you felt entitled to repay him.
Which is exactly why you were currently losing every last bit of money in your purse to the carnival game. The vendor was clearly enjoying your struggling and every time San offered to help you nudged him away with your hip. You didn’t think that shooting plastic pellets at a couple targets was so hard, but you were being proved wrong. Your eyes were hurting from trying to aim the gun.
At this rate you’d have to find an ATM fast if you wanted to continue playing.
Just as you paid for another round, San pushed you aside and even though you protested and even tried to climb on him as he grabbed the unnecessarily long rifle. He didn’t even have to take a couple minutes to aim before you heard the sound of the pellet hitting the target.
You froze in your spot, watching San in awe as he continued to shoot down the targets. Even the vendor was shocked, handing you the plushie without another word.
You pouted, holding the Shiba plushie to your chest, “I wanted to win it for you.”
San chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to lead you away from all the sparkly lights on the other games. No doubt if your eyes landed on the ring toss game or basketball, you’d go home bankrupt.
“With the amount you spent trying to win it, you practically bought it.”
“It’s still yours, I want you to have it.” You insisted, pushing it into his chest and he nodded with a placating smile, holding both you and the plushie close to him.
“What should we name it?” He asked, looking up at the purple sky. The sun had almost set and in the matter of a few minutes, the streetlamps would be the only things giving you light. You didn’t realize it got so late already, when you started the game, the sun had hardly begun setting.
‘Time flies when you’re having fun.’ You thought, looking back at San’s face.
A couple years ago, you had read something in a psychology post on Facebook about how it only took 7 seconds to fall in love with someone. It was absolute bullshit, you had seen it before in your fathers’ girlfriends and you knew that if it only took seconds then it was attraction, it was lust, maybe even delusion but it was never love.
Looking at San, the way his eyes curved into an adorable eye smile, the blonde strands of hair covering his eyes slightly and holding the plushie to his chest, you wondered if what you were feeling in your chest was love.
It hadn’t been too long since you met each other, it had certainly been more than 7 seconds but this feeling in your chest got stronger the longer you knew him. If someone else had told you this, you would have thought they were quite pathetic to get so emotional in such a short span of time, but it felt different when it was you. The feelings felt real.
If this is what delusions felt like, you weren’t opposed to it.
Afterall wasn’t this the kind of story that all old couples told for years to come? About how they met their soulmate in college or high school and stayed together ever since. While it was difficult to put your finger on it since your relationship was so young, it felt like something that would last for years to come.
“What about Shiber?” His question brought you out of your thoughts that were ironically filled with him, finding him staring at you with a smile and his eyes wide, like they could fit the whole sparkling galaxy within them.
“I think it’s perfect.”
San leaned in to peck your lips and you felt a jolt of electricity rush through you. When he pulled away, he was smiling at you affectionately, tightening the hold around your waist to lead you through the lit streets, the plushie clutched between the two of you.
San’s lips were soft.
That was the only thought that remained in your head when San moulded his lips against yours again and again. Your mind was completely blank as he carefully guided you through his apartment, though your knees did end up knocking together as your unsynchronized steps backed you towards the bedroom.
You barely registered him switching on the lights and pulling off your jacket before chucking it to some corner of the room. Your arms were leisurely thrown over his shoulders, one hand playing with the blonde strands at the nape of his neck, and you smiled in the kiss when you felt him shiver.
Even though there was a need that fuelled your current make out session, it wasn’t rushed or extremely feisty; it was slow, and passion filled. Each kiss that was shared was gentle but firm and had butterflies erupting in your stomach.
When you fell back against his bed all your senses were heightened and it felt like your skin would light on fire just from the sensation of his cotton duvet against the sliver of skin exposed between your shirt and the waistband of your pants.
It was quiet, aside from the occasional sound of his lips smacking against yours as his tongue gently traced the contours of your mouth and the rustles of the sheets as you squirmed underneath him. You whimpered into San’s mouth when one of his knees parted your legs and immediately you became very aware of your lungs that burned for air.
You let your head hit the plush pillows as San began trailing his lips down your neck while his knee inched closer to your core. Your eyes fluttered open and close while his hands traced your hips.
“Mmm stop.” You moaned out, gently pushing his head away from you and San stopped immediately, pulling away and putting a little distance between the two of you without leaving the bed.
His eyes shone with uncertainty and your heart swelled just a little, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, it’s just—” You began, trailing off as you felt a blush crawl up your neck.
“What is it?” He coaxed gently.
“Shiber’s staring at us.” You murmured, embarrassed, looking at the plushie that you had ‘won’ for him back at the carnival sitting at the edge of his bed. San blinked at you before letting out a breathy laugh.
“You’re so cute.” He giggled, leaning down to nudge his nose against your cheek before placing a peck there. You blushed, hiding just how flustered you were when you noticed the plushie’s black eyes staring right at the two of you while you made out on his bed, making you uncomfortable.
He reached for the plush toy, placing at the foot of the bed so you couldn’t see it anymore before straddling you once again.
“He’ll hear us.” You whispered and he chuckled at you, kissing your neck lightly. Even though it was an inanimate object, there was just something about doing it in front of its eyes that made you insanely uncomfortable.
“Then you better keep quiet.” He whispered back, smiling adorably and your stomach flipped.
His lips returned to your, instantly wiping away any worries you might have had, and you eagerly returned his kiss, arms finding place over his shoulders once again. His lips really were so soft.
San pulled away from you only for a second to pull his shirt over his head and even though you already missed the feeling of his lips on yours, you wouldn’t help the gasp that left your lips as a hand came to cover your mouth.
“You have tattoos?!”
He raised a brow, “Yes?”
“Oh my god, really? Wow, you really don’t seem like the type.” You thought out loud and San blushed underneath your gaze. Usually when his shirt was off, girls tended to stare at his well-built body with lustful eyes instead of the ink that was littered on his skin. You, on the other hand, let your eyes rake over each inch of skin that was tattooed with amazement.
It made him feel adored.
“Do they have special meanings or are you the type to get fun tattoos?” You asked, shyly reaching a hand up to trace the letters on his bicep. He shivered lightly as your fingers grazed his arms, lightly fluttering over the one on the side on his abdomen when you were done.
“They all have meanings.”
“What about this one?” You asked, running your fingertip over the letters on his bicep that read ‘Ateez’. San didn’t really want to answer, not wanting to say too much but the way you were looking up at him with wonder in your eyes, he felt himself relent way too quickly.
“That’s just a silly group name my friends gave us when we were younger. I’m still really good friends with all the guys so we all got matching tattoos.” He said quietly and you nodded, looking at the other tattoo on his other arm; it was a tiny line drawing of a mountain against a cloudy sky, “And that one?”
“My sister’s name is Hana.”
“Ah, so a mountain and the sky. That’s cute.” You smiled, letting your eyes linger on it for a few more minutes before poking at the tiny umbrella that was on the side of his abdomen.
“My best friend’s name is Wooyoung, so we’re WooSan.” He explained and you giggled, nodding and skated your eyes over his body again, trying to spot anything you might have missed.
“They’re pretty.” You said quietly and kissed his lips, realizing just how intimate the moment had gotten, with San still leaning above you. It wasn’t lustful anymore; the air wasn’t crackling with passion as it was a couple minutes ago, and you flushed prettily.
“I kinda ruined the moment, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t.” San said, rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms. You placed your head against his bare chest and wrapped an arm around his waist, “You just turned it into a different mood.”
“I just wanna lay here for a while, with you. Is that okay?”
You felt a kiss land on the top of your head before you both settled into each other and pulled the covers over your bodies, getting Shiber off the floor to cuddle with you.
You woke up earlier than you usually did and by the time you were out of the shower, the morning sky was still a bit purple, and the streetlamps were still lit up outside. Instead of hearing the chirping of birds in the morning, you kept your ears open for any sounds from the floor below you.
You had spent the night tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep with the feeling of dread on your shoulders even though you had double checked to make sure the door was locked. And that same feeling of dread was the reason you had awoken before the sun was even up, despite how your tired limbs were pleading to go back to your comfortable bed.
All this because the housekeeper had informed you when you got home from university the day before that your father was planning to spend the night at the manor, apparently because he needed to use his home office for something.
Your father’s home office was the one place that wasn’t allowed to the rest of the staff. No one was allowed to enter, and your father had gone through the liberty of placing a number lock on it but since it doubles as a panic room, your father gave you the password to it.
When you tiptoed down to the exit, bent on skipping breakfast, you caught a glimpse of your father passed out on the couch as if he didn’t have a queen-sized bed in the other room. You weren’t sure whether it was because he was drunk, and you were not too keen to find out. Instead, you held your shoes in your hand and slipped out the door, putting them on outside before walking to the bus station.
Your mornings were usually filled with music but now the silent walk to university was spent by San’s side. It was weird; before you looked forward to being alone, needing some isolation time in the morning to get your thoughts sorted before a big day but now you craved to be by your boyfriend’s side.
Some days he’d be the reason you’d be beaming while sitting beside him on the train and some days he didn’t say much while you leaned against his shoulder, catching up on whatever sleep you lost the night before while trying to finish an assignment.
“Morning baby.” San murmured, kissing your temple as he slid into the train seat beside you and you automatically turned your body to him, resting your head against his shoulder instead of the window.
The train car was completely empty, since you both had left earlier today, and it was nice pretending like you were the only two people on the face of the Earth. San pat his hand on your thigh lightly, making you shiver when his skin met that of your bare thigh.
You hummed and kissed his cheek in greeting, “Sleep well?”
Had you seen this type of couple on the train, you probably would’ve cringed while secretly being jealous but now that you had been in a relationship with San for almost 3 months now, you didn’t mind being that cheesy couple on the train that made others envious.
Finally, it felt like things in your life were starting to be genuine. The last 3 years you had spent in college had given you a purpose, interests, and challenges; and now the last 3 months had given you fulfilment, satisfaction, and this weird burning feeling in your chest whenever you looked at him. Love was something you had yet to feel for someone else and it was exciting to say the least.
“Are you okay?” He had noticed that you weren’t exactly responding as well as you usually did. You were thinking about whether your father would be home when you got back and spend another night. The brief thought of spending the night at San’s house instead flashed through your head and your heart fluttered.
“Just a little stressed.” You mumbled, leaning further into the crook of his neck and San gently brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.
“Then let me relax you.” San turned his head to press his lips against your ear and you shivered when you felt his tongue against your earlobe before his lips trailed down your neck. You tilted your head away from him to show him the expanse of your neck when he bit down on the space behind your ear.
The hand on your thigh inched closer to the hem of your skirt and your breath got caught in your chest. It felt like your body was buffering, trying to decide whether to clench your thighs shut or spread them wider and your bottom lip quivered when his fingers disappeared underneath the fabric of your skirt, barely grazing the skin of your thigh.
There was no one here to see what you both were doing, and you were facing away from the doors so even if someone did come in, they wouldn’t be able to see what San was currently doing. Still, your heartbeat picked up with both the anxiety and thrill of doing this in a public place.
You felt yourself grow wetter, suddenly getting sensitive and it felt like all your nerves were buzzing. A small whimper left your mouth when he traced the edge of your panties with a delicate fingertip. San only chuckled at you before more boldly pressing his fingers against your clothed pussy and you bit your lip to keep in a moan.
He rubbed gentle circles to your heat, feeling the material get damp and hot with each second.
“Already so wet, baby? I barely even touched you.” He teased, whispering into your ear and you blushed hotly, embarrassed from the truth in his words.
“Is this turning you on? Is the thought of me making my baby a mess right here, where anyone could see, turning you on?” He taunted and you felt your stomach flip as his fingers pressed harder into your clit, nearly sliding off the seat when your hips bucked into his hand.
A hand went up to cup his cheek before you pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss, tangling his tongue with yours. San groaned lightly into your mouth, and you almost beamed with pride at how turned on you managed to get him with a simple kiss but that quickly turned into a startled moan against his lips when his fingers hurriedly pushed aside your underwear to meet your soaking folds.
He groaned again, sucking on your tongue as drool dripped down his chin when he felt just how wet you were for him. The thought of being in a public place and the possibility of being caught any second began to slip your mind the second his fingers slipped into your hole.
You were embarrassingly wet, your needy pussy drooling all over his palm and his fingers didn’t feel any resistance while he pumped his finger steadily before adding two more at once and you let out a loud moan. He brought you closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm, his other hand pushing up your skirt to your waist before rubbing your clit harshly.
“So pretty for me, just for me.” He mumbled more to himself than you and you nearly fawned over how he aroused he was by giving you pleasure.
The sound of the train rumbling and your moans were loud enough that you almost missed the sound of squelching as he fingered you.
The sight of San with his pupils blown wide, lips wet and puffy as drool pooled in the corner of his mouth was enough to make you cum, tumbling over the edge with a loud moan and he groaned brokenly at the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head.
You squirmed when his fingers left your cunt, feeling your juices drip down but the uncomfortable feeling was already forgotten when you watched San put his fingers into his mouth, whimpering at the taste.
“Let me clean you up, baby. Let me lick up the mess I made.” He whispered, getting down to his knees and you heard the announcement for your station coming up. With a small smirk, you batted his hands away, ignoring his whines and straightened out your skirt and panties.
You kissed him deeply, smiling at the taste of yourself on his tongue and pulled away when the train came to a stop.
“Be patient today and maybe you can eat me out on the way home.”
He grinned widely and even though he literally just had you cumming in a train car, he looked like the purest, most innocent baby boy there was, “Will you come over tonight? We can have a sleepover.”
You mirrored his smile, intertwining your fingers as you got off the train together, “Alright but I don’t have my pjs.”
“Good because we don’t need any.”
San’s comforter covered your bare bodies as you kissed after a night of making love. He was leaning over you, arms holding your waist and yours were thrown over his shoulders, revelling in the feeling of his muscles tensing beneath your touch before gently tracing the lines that you created while dragging your nails down his back.
The marks on your neck were darkening and you knew San was pleased when he pulled away from the kiss and smiled at you. You returned it with a groggy smile of your own and pecked his lips quickly once again before settling into the plush pillows.
“Do you trust me?” San asked after and while and even though you wanted to go to sleep, you wrenched your eyes open to find him staring at you with a look of innocence. A hand went to slowly rake through his hair as you tried to process what he was saying with a tired mind.
“Why do you ask?”
He shrugged, pouting absentmindedly, and reaching for Shiber even though you slapped his hands away from the plush toy. You both were naked; it would be weird.
“Just wondering. It’s okay if you don’t, I’ll earn your love.” He replied and you chuckled, pushing the strands of hair away from his face. Another sweet kiss was shared as San settled down beside you and pulled your body to his chest.
“Love isn’t earned, babe. Love is given. Trust is earned.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well, love means wanting the best for someone else even if it comes at your expense. And trust is knowing that someone else is the best for you.” You thought out loud. For others, it could have different meaning but when you thought about it, this is what you came up with.
“Do you love me?” Came his silent question, voice no higher than a whisper and his arms tightened around you.
“I do.” You whispered.
“Do you trust me?”
You both didn’t have to speak any more words, sharing another kiss before settling into each other’s arms with your legs tangled underneath the blankets.
There was some music going on the background, bouncing off the tiles of San’s bathroom while you sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth. After the first night of sleeping over at San’s place, it started to become a more regular thing, with you spending multiple nights there a week.
The empty drawer in San’s dresser slowly started to fill up with your clothes, and his hoodies and sweats had more instances of being on your body or his floor rather than him wearing them. His bathroom got some of your skincare products too, that he unashamedly used on the rarity that you weren’t there.
San was eager to help you out with your night routine today, making you sit up on the counter while he very carefully took off your makeup and then massaged all your products into your skin dutifully. After he was done, you insisted to do the same for him as well, giggling when he tried to eat the lip scrub that you were gently rubbing in.
“You look pretty without makeup.” He said tenderly, pecking your cheek and you smiled.
“I look pretty all the time, baby.”
“You especially look pretty when I make all the makeup run when I—” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence, yelping when you ran some water from the tap before splashing it at him.
“Can we just have one night where you don’t try to get in my pants?” The offended look on his face made you laugh before you were jumping off the counter, watching his pout turn into a smirk as he reached for the tap to throw some water at you.
You scampered to the shower, grabbing the shower head and switching it on, spraying him from head to toe and laughing out loud when he started complaining that the water was too cold. He ran at you and grabbed you from the back, grabbing the shower head and pointing at you and you shrieked when you felt water run down your, really San’s, shirt.
“You’re making the moisturizer run! We just spent like 20 minutes putting all this stuff on!” You complained, feeling the moisturizer run down your neck but San merely cackled, making sure to get your hair wet too.
You wiggled out of his grip, nearly slipping in the puddle of water on the floor to shut off the tap, turning back to him with a playful glare that he responded to with an innocent shrug. Your hair was sticking to your face and the shirt you were wearing was sticking uncomfortably to you, but you grinned widely despite feeling an onset of sniffles and a chill.
“We better wipe all this up before one of us falls and crack our skull.” He said, getting some towels from the hamper that he needed to wash tomorrow anyway.
You noticed his white shirt almost transparent against his skin and his pants were soaking wet with drops of water falling from the hem and onto the floor.
“We should get you out of those clothes.”
San’s smile turned into a smirk.
You scowled, “It’s been 5 minutes. What the fuck.”
“Hey, how come we never go over to your place?” San asked one morning as you ate the breakfast that he made for you. The sight of him cooking with his shirt off was enough to get you out of bed even though your thighs burned a little with each step.
The question kind of caught of you off guard and you looked up at him surprised with crumbs covering your chin. He chuckled at the sight, leaning over the counter to wipe your chin even though the look in your eye had him slightly concerned.
“Are you ashamed of me or something?” He asked in a small voice, poking the food on his plate with his fork and avoiding eye contact with you.
“No, not at all, Sannie. It’s not you, I promise.” You explained, beckoning him from behind the counter to come give you a hug. The second he was in your arms you were peppering kisses all over his face. He tried to pull you in for a deeper kiss, opening his mouth a little to try and press his tongue into your mouth but you giggled and pulled away, laughing when he whined.
“I barely like going home myself. It’s not you baby, I just think if you come home, I’d never be able to relax like I am now.”
He nodded thoughtfully, “What makes you so uncomfortable about it?”
“Well, my dad never really gives me notice when he comes home, and I just hate it when he is. He makes me all uncomfy.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’m sorry for asking.” You just shook your head, telling him he did nothing wrong before kissing him again. Even though you wanted to pull away, it wasn’t long before San was standing between your legs with his hands grabbing your ass tightly.
“Breakfast is gonna get cold.” You murmured against his lips, panting when he pressed his hips against yours.
“It’s alright. I have an appetite for something else.”
“I know I call you princess sometimes, but this is ridiculous.” San exclaimed as you pulled up to your house and you chuckled at his awestruck face as he continued to gape at the tall mansion in front of him. You didn’t really mention being wealthy in front of him, but you didn’t exactly hide it either. Maybe he just never noticed.
“You’re going to start drooling, Sannie.” You teased, pushing his mouth closed and he turned to you with wide eyes.
“You actually live here?”
You chuckled and nodded, finding him so very cute when he looked a little lost just standing in the driveway.
“I’m allowed to put my shoes on here, right?”
At this you literally burst into laughter and San grinned, automatically feeling lighter at the sound of his favourite thing in the world. He whined cutely, throwing a tantrum and began flailing his arms around while stomping his feet, complaining that you were making fun of him, and you were laughing so hard that tears were in the corner of your eye.
Now that you got a good look at him, he looked too much like a child heading for a sleepover with a backpack on his shoulders and bundled in a blue sweater and a warm scarf that you put around him before leaving.
Embarrassed, San hid the lower face of his face in the scarf even though you could see the tips of his red ears peeking over it. Cooing at him, you grabbed his hand before pulling him to the front door, just chuckling at him when he asked you if you could just leave your car like that in the middle of the path.
The door opened as soon as you walked up to it, a man behind it smiling kindly at you and you returned it while wishing him a good afternoon. San merely stared at him in wonder before awkwardly bowing and then let you pull him to the foyer.
“Hi, dear.” You smiled at the housekeeper as she exited the kitchen, greeting her kindly and her eyes landed on the boy beside you who smiled widely at her.
“Is this your boyfriend?”
Even though he had been your boyfriend for multiple months now, you still blushed at the sound of someone else saying and nodded, watching her small smile turn into an outright beam. She gave you a motherly smile but chose not to say anything more other than asking what you wanted for dinner, and you asked her to get the barbeque ready so you could have grills, which happened to be San’s favourite.
“I can’t believe you grew up here.” San commented, entering your bedroom. If San looked closely enough, he could see the height markings on the doorframe that you had insisted on doing when you were younger because you saw it in a cartoon even though your nanny had tried to talk you out of it for fear of ruining the door frame.
On the dresser, you had framed the pictures that you took at the photobooth, and San smiled at it for a split second. You told him to wait there while you went to the bathroom and then you could watch some movies, so San took his time walking around the room and taking in all your decorations.
On the wall, you had pinned up a couple pictures with your friends, the acceptance letter from your university and a little doodle of a dinosaur that you just thought was cute. Right beside it was a wrinkled and worn picture of you and your mother, taken at a travelling circus. If he peeked into the closet, he would find it lined with fancy dresses and shoes that you wore to your socialite friends’ parties as well as sweats and biker shorts that you wore to university during finals week.
And finally on the nightstand beside your bed was a small, framed drawing of you and San that he remembered taking on a date together. You had taken the train to a small town outside the city and were stopped in the streets by an artist who invited you to sit and get a portrait drawn.
San had ended up paying for it since you had a habit of only carrying around credit cards. It was difficult to pose for nearly an hour to get the picture drawn but eventually, you both just began talking, not paying the artist any mind as you chatted.
The moment was captured beautifully, with the two of you staring at each other fondly, wide smiles on your face as you laughed about something that happened in class the other day.
Without realizing it, San was smiling softly at the frame in his hands, admiring just how beautiful you looked in it. Obviously, the artist couldn’t capture your true beauty, but San remembered how you were smiling at him that day, how your small hands held his and the way your eyes looked.
“San? I got the movie room ready, what do you feel like watching today?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind him.
San didn’t reply, only turning around in your arms to wrap you into a tight hug. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, holding your waist tightly against his body and though you were confused from the sudden bout of affection, you wordlessly wrapped your arms around his shoulders when he took in a shaky breath.
“I love you.” He breathed, not pulling away from the hug. He didn’t want to see the look in your eyes when you heard his confession for the first time. You had been quick to admit that you loved San and completely accepted it when he didn’t return it. You knew that it was harder to fall in love for some people and even harder to admit it for others, so you waited patiently until he felt like he was ready.
“You sound upset by that.” You joked, rubbing his arms comfortingly.
“I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, only for you to hear, “I don’t deserve to love you. I don’t deserve you.”
You pulled away from the hug only far enough to cup his cheeks, heart tearing a little in your chest as he stared at you with a pained look. He looked so vulnerable in this moment, like a glass on the verge of breaking and you wondered just why he suddenly felt so insecure in your relationship or if he always felt this way.
“I told you before, you don’t have to earn my love. I’m going to love you regardless. And you don’t have to earn the right to love someone else. I’m grateful that you love me.”
With a shaky exhale, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to your, closing his eyes, “I—I just—”
The words got caught in his throat and you felt his brows furrow as he tried to get his voice back but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t speak and San felt tears brim beneath his eyelashes, heart breaking in his chest. His lip quivered and you heard him sniffle before you were pulling him into another hug.
The few tears that you felt against your neck as San held onto you for dear life went unspoken as you both just held each other, swaying to the sound of silence.
“Ugh this is just so typical!” You fumed, pacing around San’s living room while he watched you with a concerned gaze as he made you something to eat. You were burning away your energy with rage and nearly burning a hole into his ground with the amount you were pacing.
The reason for your anger? Your father decided to throw some sort of party at the manor while you weren’t home. No doubt he didn’t even bother to check if you were there, and you got no message from him that he was going to turn the house into some sad brothel where other 50-year-old clowns like him got drunk and tried to hit on the strippers.
You got a text from the housekeeper this morning that told you one of them had even snuck into your bedroom for a cigarette and now your room smelt like the inside of a smoker’s lung. The staff had opened a window the morning but knowing your sensitivity to the smell of tobacco, they suggested that you spent the night at San’s.
It wasn’t the smoking that had you so on edge, it was the fact that a man had been in your room without your permission, and you had no way of knowing what he did in there. You told her to check if anything was missing or out of place and to sanitize everything she possibly could. You suggested hiring a cleaning crew if she wanted, knowing that your father would’ve no doubt messed up the entire house in a span of one night.
“Baby, try to relax, you’re going to tire yourself out if you keep this up.” San coaxed, bringing over a plate of pasta and tugging you to the couch.
“Ugh, I wish I could just take this fork and stab his eye out.” You seethed, gripping the utensil tightly as you viciously stabbed the poor pasta and shovelling it into your mouth.
With a concerned glance, he pulled the fork out of your vice like grip, “How about I feed you?”
With a mouthful of food, you began ranting, “It’s just so typical of him, you know? Invites a who’s who of paedophiles and cheaters into the place this his daughter lives, not caring what the hell they do and not even bothering to check in with me. I’m not asking him to suddenly be father of the year but at least acknowledge I exist, you know?”
He nodded compassionately, “I know, baby. Your feelings are totally valid.”
“And it’s just going to bother me forever knowing that I have no idea what the hell that man did inside my room. I might just be overthinking it and he might have just gone there for a smoke but why my room of all places? It’s just creepy. I should just move out.” You shuddered at the thought of that creep going through your drawers or something.
San, on the other hand, looked like a lightbulb just flickered over his head and he sent you a mischievous smirk, “Well, what do you say to a little pay back?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your dad let someone sneak into your room to do god knows what? I say we return the favour.”
You had to keep in your giggles while San peppered kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder while you tried to press in the code to your father’s office. It was weird that you planned this beforehand, but it also filled you with a sense of anticipation. His arms tightened around your waist when the lock beeped, indicating that it had opened, and you pushed open the door.
You both shuffled inside and turned on the light before clicking the door shut. The room was pretty big, with a large mahogany desk sat at the end of the room, completely bare of anything and the light bounced off its shiny surface. Your stomach was twisting into knots as you walked closer to it, the kisses on your neck starting to turn wetter as he began licking and biting marks onto your skin.
When you reached the desk, San turned you around in his arms to press you against the surface and caught your lips in a passionate kiss. You moaned lightly, opening your mouth when his tongue grazed your bottom lip, and his hands squeezed your ass.
San lifted you up and set you on the desk, parting your legs to stand between them, his hands now cupping your breasts as you moaned into his mouth. You felt him get harder against your thigh, whimpering when he pulled down the fabric of your dress so your breasts would spill out from the top of the neckline.
He kissed down your neck, taking your pert nipple into his mouth and tugging with his teeth while his hand tweaked the other one between his fingers. You mewled at the feeling, arching your back and letting your head hang back.
You shivered at the cold air hitting his spit on your nipple as he turned his attention to your other breast. His hand slowly snuck behind you to find the zipper on your dress, pulling it apart with both hands until it was pooling at your waist.
You hopped back on the table as soon as you stepped out on the dress, spreading your legs so he could see your panties already damp with your arousal. San groaned, slowly lowering you until your back hit the desk and getting to his knees before you.
He pulled the underwear off you, and you shivered when your bare ass hit the cold wood. You yelped when he drew an invisible line along your heat with his finger, moaning when he followed it with his tongue.
“You’re so wet.” He growled out, inserting on finger into your dripping hole and you whined when you heard the loud squelch of your juices, “My baby girl is so naughty. Dripping wet at the thought of me fucking her in her dad’s office.”
“Sannie.” You whined, wanting him to stuff you full but he continued to move a single finger inside you, slowly.
“Are you gonna beg, baby? Beg me to make you cum right here, on your dad’s desk?” He taunted, licking your clit lightly and you gasped, arching your back off the table. He paid no mind to your groans and whines, continuing the torturous pace he set.
“Tell me should I eat you out right here, or bend you over and fuck you till you can’t walk?”
“Mmh, please.” You moaned out and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your thighs, and tugging you closer to his mouth. You gasped loudly, tangling your fingers in his hair as he licked up your heat, making a sloppy mess of your cunt before he sank two fingers into you.
He didn’t give you a moment to adjust before he was thrusting his fingers in and out of you, pulling every single sound you could make out of your throat. He peppered a few kisses to your clit before tugging the bud between his teeth and you shrieked, pulling on his hair.
He pulled his fingers away for a second to deliver a mean slap to your pussy and your thighs spasmed around his head as he landed a couple more before pushing them back into you. With a couple more thrusts, your eyes were rolling back into your head as you came around his fingers, but San didn’t relent, fucking his fingers through your orgasm, taking you higher and higher.
You could hardly hear anything over the thumping of your heart in your ears, but you could feel your throat start to hurt from how much you were screaming, and San slapped your cunt one more time, catching your clit with one of his rings and it felt like you couldn’t even fucking breathe as you squirted all over him.
When the spots in your vision began to clear, you looked down to see San smirking at you with your cum dripping from the lower half of his face. He only wiped it with the back of his hand before meeting your lips in a kiss.
San pulled off his pants, wiping the bead of precum dribbling from the tip of his cock and hissing as he pumped himself a few times before he rolled on a condom. He tugged you off the desk and onto wobbling legs before turning you around, “Bend over for me baby.”
You didn’t listen. Instead, you smirked and grabbed his jaw tugging him behind the desk so he could settle into the leather chair before climbing over him. San mirrored the smirk on your face, running his hands over your still trembling thighs as you pulled him into a passionate kiss.
You positioned him to your twitching hole and San groaned at the feeling of your warm walls already sucking him in. After sharing another kiss, you began sinking down into it, taking his length all at once. You both moaned loudly, San dug his fingernails into your waist, his moans turning a little high pitched as you clenched so tightly around him when your hips met his.
You could feel the strain on your thighs as you lifted yourself off him, sinking back down with a loud moan before building up a steady pace. Your hands were holding into his shoulders for leverage as you fucked yourself on his dick, eyes rolling back into your skull.
“Feels good, yeah? Like me stuffing you full?” San growled out, flicking one of your nipples with his tongue and you squealed, walls fluttering around him.
“What about you, my sweet boy? Does it feel good? Do you like me squeezing your big cock like this? You’re so good for me, baby.” You cooed, drooling a little from just how good his tip felt when it brushed up against that one spot. San keened at the praise, peppering kisses to the valley between your breasts.
One of his hands left your waist to rub at your clit and you gasped, biting your lip hard as your pace picked up, ignoring the burning in your thighs.
San was close to cumming but held off until you were over the edge yourself, a borderline painful orgasm washing over you as you convulsed in his arms and clenched around him so tightly that he came, your walls milking him dry as they tightened around him like a vice.
You spent a few seconds in his arms, panting as you both tried to regain your breath. You shared another kiss, wiping away the little beads of sweat that were running down his neck. San pat your thigh to signal you to get off him however you jerked as soon as you tried to move, whimpering at the pain in your thighs.
“Ow, my legs are killing me, I cannot move.”
He grinned widely, “I literally fucked you until you couldn’t walk?”
You scoffed, “Excuse me, I did all the work!”
He tried to move off the chair with you in his arms, but the leather squealed loudly against his ass and the two of you burst into laughter. He delicately moved you off him, helping you put on your dress before he wiped the place clean and carried you to the bathroom for a soothing soak to help your sore muscles.
The only evidence that you both were ever there left in the office’s trashcan.
“Are you sleepy?” San asked, amused at the fact you tried to keep your eyes open despite being visibly exhausted. You had a huge presentation today that you had been preparing for the entire week. San had been the most attentive and encouraging, picking up books for you from the library, helping review your paper, he even made your power point file more eye-catching and heard your speech multiple times while you pretended that he was an audience.
The presentation counted a lot of your final grade, so it was understandable that you were so tense, worrying over every little detail and not having the time or the brain space to even take care of yourself at this point. San had taken over that aspect as well, making sure you were hydrated and well fed, receiving amounts of caffeine and healthy foods at intervals to keep your energy up.
“You should really take care of yourself, babe. One day I might not be there to do this for you.” San mumbled, massaging the shampoo into your scalp. You both sat in your tub, your back against his chest and nestled between both his legs, catching up on the sleep that you had lost the entire week either because you were working late, or your nerves wouldn’t let you have a peaceful rest.
Seeing you so peaceful and trusting in his arms made San feel things he had never felt before, he handled you with such a featherlight touch like he was scared you would shatter underneath his touch. He carefully washed the suds out of your hair, making sure the water was warm so you wouldn’t be startled awake before combing the conditioner through it.
With the same patience and delicate touch, he finished bathing you, leaving you to soak in the warm water for a few minutes while he pulled on a pair of sweats before coming back in the bathroom and gently waking you up. You whined and squirmed when you left the tub because of the cold but San was quick to shush you, enveloping you in a warm towel that was fresh from the dryer.
He switched on the heat in your room when he carried you in there, quickly wiping you dry and rubbing lotion into your skin before dressing you in your pyjamas. You were compliant this entire time, letting him mould your body like warm wax as he moved you around in an effort to get you completely dry and warm without making you do any work yourself.
After your hair was towelled dry, you both were underneath the covers, cuddled close to each other. The room was warm, and he felt like syrup next to you. You were deep asleep, half your subconscious still swaying as though you were still in the tub and while the bath wasn’t meant for his relaxation, San was feeling pretty blissed out laying beside your warm body.
Someone to love, someone to take care of, someone who let him take care of them. All these things were new to San, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t treasure it. The feeling of you cuddled up to him, finally getting the rest that you deserved made his heart swell, feeling satisfied just by watching you rest peacefully.
With it came a sinking feeling of dread that killed him a little on the inside.
He swallowed the lump in his throat with a little difficulty and held you a little closer, running his palms down your arms and legs to make sure you weren’t cold and brushing your still damp hair away from your face.
“I love you, so, so much. Please believe me. Please love me.”
His heart squeezed in his chest when you smiled subconsciously, holding onto him tightly.
“Why did you want to become a lawyer in the first place?” San asked curiously one morning while you reviewed for your Criminal Law class. In the time he had known you, you didn’t seem particularly passionate about defending people and their rights as you were about being paid to argue with people, so it made sense that he was curious.
He watched you work your ass off in your classes, always to pass with flying colours but you never seemed to take pride in it. San wouldn’t have thought differently of you if you said that you were only doing this because you just found it interesting or were in it for the money. Not every career needed to have some deep and philosophical meaning in life.
“To find a way I could get emancipated while keeping my inheritance.” You replied nonchalantly, shoving cereal into your mouth.
Before he could help it, San burst into laughter and you didn’t even pay any mind, though a small smile did spread on your face at the sound. You continued to eat your breakfast, going over the notes you had taken last class.
“That’s a funny joke.”
You paused, raising your head from your notebook to watch him with a perplexed frown.
“So where are we headed again?”
San had been particularly excited about this date, finally excited to have a picnic with you as though the two of you didn’t usually talk and eat together anyway but you indulged him because he looked so adorable. Though it was frustrating that he refused to give any details about where you were going, no doubt it was just going to be some sort of forest or valley, but you promised yourself to act surprised and touched when he revealed it to you.
He even borrowed your car, refusing to even give you the address of where you were going. The picnic basket on your lap was filled to the brim with sandwiches, snacks, and drinks. He had definitely gone all out for this, and it was nice to see him so enthusiastic about a date, considering you spent most of your time together.
Now it had been almost an hour and a half since you began driving and you were starting to get a little restless, luckily you had been smart enough to force him to fill up the gas tank just as you both were leaving the city and now you were driving along the countryside road for nearly an hour. He drove past all the little towns and suburban complexes before the small houses and buildings started turning into forest tress.
“It’s a secret. Stop asking.”
“I’m going to die of curiosity or hunger at this rate.” You complained, fishing out a bag of chips and even though San scolded you for touching the food before you got there, he still asked you to feed him a couple of them.
As the road wound down, even though you both were far out the city, the number of cars on the road started to increase and then you were lined up behind a national park. You were confused because of the numerous cars that were honking and trying to overtake each other. Some even parked off the road right there and preferred to walk the rest of the way.
You noticed small families and couples walk closer to where all the cars were heading and curiously tried to peer over them even though you couldn’t see anything.
San chuckled at you, “You know you look like a meercat when you do that.”
“Wouldn’t have to if you just told me what this is.” You retorted, going as far as to unbuckle your seatbelt to see what all the commotion was for.
“Just have a little patience.”
The line took nearly a half hour to clear, and you were beyond irritated by that stupid red sedan behind you that honked and tried to get you to move when you clearly had to place to. San let you flip the driver off in the rear-view mirror only because he refused to let you out of the car and do it to his face.
But finally, you made it to the parking lot that was right beside wherever San was so giddy to take you. In the middle of a clearing there stood a tall red and white tent that looked like it could store about a hundred cars inside and you thought it looked vaguely familiar. It wasn’t until you saw the sign that was pointing to it did you realize where San had taken you.
The travelling circus that you had visited with your mom when you were only a child. You still remember mentioning it to San one night when he asked you about it. You told him that it was the last outing that you had with her before the court hearing where she lost custody and visitation. Your father had no doubt paid off everyone he possibly could to win the trial and after that you had never seen your mother again.
You only found out that she had passed a couple years after she died and even though it wasn’t your fault, the guilt of her dying all alone from grief that her child was ripped away from her stayed with you.
You remember San comforting you that night when you confessed that you barely could remember what she looked like.
San certainly didn’t complain when you tackled him into a hug, even though it was difficult to balance the picnic blanket and basket in his hands while you hung off his neck like a koala. You heard the chuckles of passer-by’s that looked at the two of you fondly and said something about young love, but you hardly paid them any mind, instead peppering kisses onto San’s face.
“I can’t believe you did this for me, I didn’t even think you remembered.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled, “Even though you nearly bit my head off this entire trip.”
“I love you.” You confessed earnestly, cupping his cheeks. San’s smile faltered for just a second before he was outright grinning, but it looked a little forced. You didn’t ask him about it, not wanting to ruin the mood since he had been so dedicated to make good memories today.
“I love you too.” And suddenly the moment was much more intimate than you were expecting it to be with San staring at you like you had strung all the stars in the sky. His voice was raw too, depicting just how honest he was being with you.
The ride back home was more peaceful this time because you were too tired out from the day you had. You weren’t to the point of falling asleep in the passenger seat, but the music choices changed to your ballad playlist and your conversation died out long before you entered the city again.
Now, you were just staring at the sparkly city lights that glittered against the window. San’s fingers drummed against the wheel, and you lazily watched as the signs passed before you realized that he missed the exit to go to your neighbourhood.
“Oh, you missed the exit.” You mumbled, poking at the glass pane like there was something to see.
“I thought we’d go back to my place tonight.” He replied and you let out an audible whine. You were tired and you really couldn’t process anything other than wanting to get into your comfortable bed.
“But mine’s closer.” You complained, wiggling your shoulders and San tried to hide a smile at your behaviour. ‘Tired and grumpy’ you was one of his favourite versions of you. He reached across the console to grab your hand and even though the simple touch of his skin was making you feel a little overstimulated after the day you had, you still let him hold onto it.
“I was hoping to make a special breakfast for you tomorrow. I already bought all the ingredients.”
The argument he made was very convincing and you sent him a sleepy smile in gratitude, “You didn’t have to do so much for me.”
Your words were beginning to slur from just how tired you were and when San watched you from the corner of his eye, he noticed how your blinks were taking twice as long. Smiling gently, he squeezed your hand and with fleeting glances he watched you fall asleep, holding his hand in yours.
The smile on his face fell just a little bit, “Believe me. I did.”
Many people liked starting their day with a glass of orange juice or coffee or water. Some swore that waking up and journaling was the best thing that ever happened to them. Many didn’t even bother with a morning routine, scrolling through their phones until they found any motivation to get up or they realized that they were incredibly late.
For you, waking up next to San was the best way to begin your day. That was one thing you realized when you were rudely awoken by the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You both were still wearing the same clothes from last night, too tired to change into something else. San had taken off his shirt though, since he was too hot; temperature-wise but you definitely weren’t denying he was hot.
After your phone buzzed for like the fourth time that morning, you grabbed it from the nightstand so you could answer quickly before heading back to bed. When you tried to get out from underneath he covers, San was holding onto your waist, tugging you back into his arms.
“Where are you goinggg.” He whined groggily, voice deep with sleep and you giggled before kissing his jaw.
“Shhh, go back to sleep. I’ll only be a minute. I need to take a phone call.” You whispered and even though he whined and whimpered, he let you out of his grip, grabbing Shiber instead to replace you as his cuddle buddy.
You only answered the phone when you heard his bedroom door click shut behind you, “Hello?”
Sometimes you wondered what would have turned out from your life if you never answered that phone call from the housekeeper. You would have found out what happened either way but a part of you regretted picking up the call. There wasn’t any chance and it sounded absolutely ridiculous but maybe if you never answered and then never went home, you never would have realized.
The call was incredibly one-sided. You didn’t even speak a word, instead listening to the other side of the line as the blood drained out of your face and your hands began shaking.
San came out of the bedroom, looking incredibly sleepy and with an apparent pout on his face, “Did you pick up the call?”
“San—” You choked out, finally finding your voice but it was forced and strained. You felt like throwing up and crying all at once and even though you tried hard to keep your cool, you could feel tears brimming your eyes, “That was the housekeeper. She said my father’s office was broken into last night by a mafia gang named Ateez.”
The guilty look on his face was enough of an answer to your silent question. The tattoo of the word Ateez on his bicep mocked you and your stomach turned. You could barely stand straight, having to grip the counter to keep your knees from buckling and sending you tumbling to the ground.
“(Y/N) please listen—” He began but you couldn’t hear him, your ears were rushing with blood and the pounding of your heart reached your throat. It felt like someone was strangling you to death, a phantom grip around your throat making it harder to breathe.
You rushed to the kitchen, throwing open the fridge and his cabinets. Only a couple cans of beer and bottles of water were there, and the sight alone made you feel even worse. Your hands shook like a bartender’s glass, and you wanted to collapse right then and there, “‘Special breakfast’,my ass.”
“That time in my father’s office—” To get the codes to enter. “The date last night—” To make sure nobody would be in the house at night.
“Is that why—?” The question died on your tongue, but it felt like you both had heard it, ‘Is that why this all started?’
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. Please believe me, I love you—”
A loud laugh cut him off, but it sounded more like a strangled scoff as tears began falling on your cheeks, “Love?! You call this love?! You screwed me over to get to my father! You fucked me and told me you loved me, and I believed you!”
You were frantically pushing back your hair with shaking hands, sobbing as something horrible and dark filled you up. Every inch of skin burned with the memory of San touching you with his tainted hands, every memory was taunting you with the sting of betrayal and you sobbed out, “Oh my god, I believed you.”
“I know I did something horrible; I know you hate me for this but please believe me, I never meant for it to turn out this way—” San’s voice was thick with tears, and he tried to approach you, but you backed away from him. It felt like if he touched you, you were going to burst into flames. Not the kind of heat that made you feel excited to be with him, in this moment you couldn’t remember what that felt like but now it felt like you were getting burned, and it hurt.
“You—You let me give you everything I had,” Your voice was cracking, and your throat was hurting from the strength you were using to keep the tears at bay even though they were rolling down your face in hot streams, “I gave you my love, my trust, my everything. And you were using me all this time—Don’t touch me!”
Everything was falling around you, crumbling to the ground. The world that you thought you had with San now crumbled to dust as hot blood rained down on you. Everything you thought you knew disappeared in a second and you had never felt so violated, so alone and scared before. You felt like you had just been punched in the gut by an iron fist.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” He cried and you almost believed him. You looked into his red and teary eyes and for a second you almost believed him. The housekeeper was lying, the security had it wrong, San was right. He was your safe space, your loving boyfriend that would never do anything to hurt you. For a second you almost believed him.
And then the second passed.
“I hate you.” You spat, with an anger that burned hotter than your skin, “And I hate myself even more for trusting you.”
When San heard the door slam shut, all the sobs he had been holding in finally left him and he was forced to his knees in the living room, wailing loudly and crying while he clutched his heart that felt like it was being ripped right out of his chest.
San’s eyes stilled burned from the amount of crying he did before getting on the plane and he was sure they were rimmed with red with bags underneath that felt like they were carrying hell. Probably were, considering he belonged in hell because of the things he did to you.
At first it was just a job, the target being a horrible old man that owed something long overdue to Ateez. And how to get to him? By gaining the trust of his daughter.
He was fine with it in the beginning, having done this multiple times. It was always spoilt, prissy rich girls who stepped on the people below them and tried to pull down the people above them. It was always the same. It wouldn’t take long for them to fall for his looks and try to get him to have sex with them.
You were different. Curiously intelligent and hardworking even though you could get everything handed to you on a silver platter. He found it intriguing that you chose to go law school instead of relying on daddy’s money till you got married to another person that would give you money. But you worked hard to get where you were and continued to work hard to get further than anyone else.
He thought you’d be pretentious, but you were totally genuine.
He thought you’d be conceited but instead you were humble.
He thought you’d be someone he’d grow to hate, but you turned out to be someone he loved beyond words.
Just thinking about it made him feel like crying all over again.
“Excuse me,” Came a soft voice, gently pinching at his hoodie and San looked up to see a girl with messy braids, looking distraught, “You’re in my seat. I’m in seat 16.”
San didn’t even bother to check if she was right before he snarled at her, “Find another seat.”
Neither of them was expecting her to begin crying and her voice was tight when she tried to argue with him, “Look, I’m already having a bad day so can you please—”
“I’ll switch with you sweetheart.” Came from the old man sitting beside him and he too kindly took his bag before leaving to find another seat. Sniffling, she slid into the seat beside San and placed her bag on her lap.
“Sorry, for crying,” She whispered to him, “I’m just having one of those days.”
San frowned. In the span of 72 hours, he managed to make two women cry and even though he didn’t give a shit about the girl sitting beside him, it made him feel sick thinking about your heartbroken face and how it looked like you could pass out any second. He wondered if you made it home alright.
Perhaps it was a little cowardly for him to run away but he honestly thought that he was doing what you would have wanted from him; never to see him ever again. Even though it broke his heart to know that he’ll never get to say a proper goodbye to you, he left anyway. He deserved to have his heart broken anyway.
Sighing, he pulled a flask out of his jacket that he was planning on drinking when the images of your face didn’t leave him and unscrewed the top of it, “Well, 16, that makes two of us.”
4 years later
“I knew that you were being too nice today. ‘Let’s go for a drive, I’ll buy you food’ my ass.” You sighed out, rubbing your temples as you tried to spot a place for your friend to drop you off. She had been badgering you on and on for days, trying to get you to take a case pro-bono. You obviously said hell no; what was the point of this career if you weren’t getting paid?
Tae Eul was adamant, however, and now she managed to get you into the one place you wouldn’t be able to get out of without hearing her side of the argument.
“Please just consider it. I wanted to file a police report for attempted abduction and assault, but the victim wouldn’t let me.” Tae Eul was a detective and apparently didn’t know how to separate work from her personal life. You only rolled your eyes and looked out the window, unable to play on your phone since she had been smart enough to take it away from you.
“You know you have too much of a bleeding heart, right? I work in law, everyone comes in with some sort of sob story about why I should defend them, doesn’t mean they’re all right. The worst of these assholes are the ones who believe their own bullshit. You say she’s totally innocent, but I bet she’s some sort of gangster, why else would she have people on her ass?”
Your friend sighed beside you. While Tae Eul was a sworn protector of the people and straight as an arrow when it came to her principles, you on the other hand had seen just how low people could stoop while trying to keep their money, status, or freedom.
She protected people from evil monsters who tried to harm others; you had monsters begging you to make them into angels in the eyes of the people.
“She didn’t want to take this to court, she’s scared that getting the authority’s attention to this could either take the kid away from her or forcefully give the kid back to her asshole father.” Tae Eul explained and though you were trying to ignore her, this was starting to pique your interest.
“You don’t have to take her case, just hear her out and then make the judgment yourself.”
Sighing, you nodded your head, realizing you had nothing to lose by just listening to whatever this client had to tell you. And if you decided not to defend her in court then at least you could tell Tae Eul that you gave it a shot.
“Great because we’re on our way to meet them right now!”
“In all fairness, it took way longer than expected to convince you. I underestimated your selfishness.” Tae Eul liked to nag you about your selfish nature, but you certainly didn’t hear her complaining the day you got your first paycheck and made it rain in the living room while you both danced and got drunk. No, you believe her words were ‘Damn if this is what strippers feel like every night, I’m quitting tomorrow!’
“If I was all for selfless acts then I would’ve become a prosecutor.” You sighed, trying to rub away the migraine that was forming in your head, “I can’t believe you’re making me work during my one-hour break.”
“I’ll really owe you for this, (Y/N).”
You scoffed, “Trust me, you’ll pay me back for this. Not with your tax funded salary however, I don’t need chump change.”
“You’re gonna make me cry.”
The case did in fact catch your interest. Whether it was because of the way the girl was sincerely asking you if a case for full custody was the right way to go about this. Yoonah, who you found out was the child in question’s maternal aunt became the sole caregiver after her sister dropped her off at her place one night and then disappeared.
Now the person who claimed he was the biological father is trying to get her back, even going as far as attempted kidnapping and assaulting her aunt.
The reason she didn’t want to bring this to court was because she was afraid the court ruling would be in favour of the child’s father, and she couldn’t fail her sisters last request of her.
The interesting part of this was that her father was a known gang member. Well, it wasn’t “known” as in legally, but everyone practically knew that he was bad news. How Yoonah’s sister ended up having a baby with him was beyond you, but you knew better than anyone how these mafia members could manipulate people into trusting them.
Now, it was just her luck that she happened to stumble across Tae Eul who just so happened to be friends with the best lawyer in town; you. As much as it hurt you that your bank account wouldn’t be gaining any extra zeroes from a case against a huge mafia member, you felt bad to turn her away. It’s not like anyone else would take her case and she wouldn’t go ahead and give her information to a lawyer she couldn’t trust.
The first meeting you had with Yoonah was extremely informal and not just because it took place in the back of a fried chicken restaurant; you didn’t bring any official documents or go over what documents you’d need from her. So, you both exchanged contacts and for the second meeting, you were better prepared to go forward with a custody lawsuit.
She sent you the address she was staying at for the time being, since she was afraid of someone breaking into her apartment while trying to get to her niece, she had moved in with a friend of hers named Yeosang and you were meeting her today at his place.
Just as you pulled into the heavily guarded compound, you looked at the giant gated estate and the giant mansion with multiple wings that stood in the middle of it. The sour thought of not getting paid flashed through your head as you stared at the giant house in front of you.
Despite that, you simply sighed and grabbed your things before walking to the front door and knocked on the door.
When it swung open, the man behind it stared at you with wide eyes, surprised you were standing there, “You?”
“I’m Han Yoonah’s attorney. Did she mention I’d be stopping by?” You asked, wondering if you had gotten the date right. Of course, you did, it had taken a lot of time to free up a day in your busy schedule considering you had other trials and clients and you had given up going to get your hair and nails done as well as did overtime the last few days to make time for this today.
“You’re her attorney?”
“Yes? Have we met before?”
“No, no, you just look like my friend’s ex-girlfriend.” That really should have been your first hint, but you just thought he was weird and followed him through the house until you both reached a wide dining room.
Yoonah was sitting at the table with her niece beside her but when she noticed you walk through the doors her face lit up and she was ushering the child to go so you both could have a discussion without any questions about which was your favourite Winx Club fairy. You had no idea what Winx Club even was but told her that you both liked the same fairy, she squealed in excitement and even gave you some French fries as a reward.
You went home that night and read up about it just so you didn’t feel like you exploited a 4-year-old for French fries.
Just as you were pulling out your computer and a couple contracts from your handbag, the man that opened the door came striding in the room.
“Listen, thanks for coming down here today but I’m afraid we won’t be in need of your services.”
You raised a brow, ignoring how much of that statement made you sound like a prostitute. Yoonah looked surprised but you were more curious than offended, “That’s your decision, but may I ask why?”
“Uh, I’m not exactly sure how to—”
You know the phrase ‘speak of the devil and they appear’? Well, nobody had called his ass so what the hell was S(at)an doing here?
“Well, this certainly makes things more interesting.”
Yoonah looked between the both of you with an apprehensive look, “Do you two know each other?”
“Not really.” You answered, the same time as San said “Yes.”. There was a beat of silence where San’s expression fell, and you took the moment to look him up and down. Not much had changed about him, he looked pretty much the same other than his hair that was now dyed black with a layer of grey.
You had to admit that seeing him again, in person, was weird. The day you left San’s apartment, you cried all the tears you could produce on the car ride back but once you pulled up to your house, it was like all hell broke loose. You had shit to do and couldn’t waste it lying in bed and crying about some shitty ex-boyfriend. You were filled with absolute rage.
Your father had gone on the run, not having enough time to even transfer a lot of money to himself so the first thing you did was close all his accounts after having transferred his money to yourself. Any future incoming money from sources other than his company would be donated.
Then you sold the house for a good price and bought yourself an apartment near the university so that you’d never have to take the train again. You bought all new things, of course, especially new sheets and a new bed. And everything of San’s was doused in soju and thrown in the fireplace. You kept a few of your fathers’ cars for yourself but sold the rest. You even found the staff at your home other jobs and regularly visited them.
For a few weeks, that kept you busy. And then suddenly everything hit you like a truck. You barely remember that week, being too drunk out of your mind to leave the apartment. The week after that was better when you got sick of drinking. Then you got sick of staying at home. Then you got sick of being depressed. Then you got sick of keeping to yourself and living like a social pariah.
And then suddenly you were back to where you were before you met San.
For a couple years, it felt like he was just an illusion, a fever dream. You didn’t have nightmares about him, you didn’t get waves of sadness when he suddenly flashed through your head, you barely even thought of him. Looking back, you realized it was because there was no one named San existing in your head anymore.
No, he was a guy that tricked you and made you feel like shit, but it was very easy to forget once you stopped feeling like shit. Afterall, why would anyone stop in their day and wonder why they felt bad once upon a time. Not you. No, you worked your ass off to make sure that you never felt like shit again and that even on your worse days, you were better than everybody else could dream to be.
Now your wall was decorated with your accomplishments. Your diploma from when you graduated with straight A’s. The letter you got from your law firm when you began your fourth year asking you to join them when you graduated. And of course, right beside it was your bank statement, the thing that made you the happiest person that could ever exist.
Seeing San in person now didn’t hit you with a whip of reality, making you realize whatever he had done to you was all real. Luckily for the both of you he didn’t look exactly the same as the day you left, his face was sharper and his hair darker and that was enough for you to treat him like another person.
“Yes, we’re Ateez and Yoonah here is our associate so you can see why we wouldn’t exactly want you representing her.” Even though Yeosang explained it kindly, you couldn’t help the way your expression soured. Did they actually think you were going to do something to sabotage the trial to get back at them?
“How pathetic do you think I am?”
“This really isn’t about you, more like protecting our own interests.”
Agree with him and you don’t offer your time and practice for no money. On the other hand, it’ll make it seem as though you’re pathetic enough to let your personal feelings get in the way of your profession. What’s more important to you; money or pride?
Money feels like the no brainer, you didn’t have to waste your time or skills on something you weren’t getting paid for and against some huge mafia boss that would definitely remember your face. On the other hand, the thought of you going home without a fight and then Ateez laughing about how after four years you’re still affected by them made your blood boil with fury.
Pride was definitely more important. Especially since you already had money.
“While I’d be all to happy to leave and find a paying client, I’m trying to look out for your best interests Yoonah-ssi. I’ve done a background check on the person you’re suing and there isn’t a lawyer out there in his right mind that would take your case pro-bono.” You explained calmly and watched her expression fall. Though it did make you feel slightly empathetic, you were trying very hard not to let your emotions get roped up into this.
Yoonah was a woman of strong morals, if Ateez tried to help her from their side, no doubt it would involve some very illegal procedures and she wanted no part of that. Good for her, better for you.
Yeosang stood beside her protectively and shot you a foul glare, “You think you’re the only clean lawyer out there?”
You smirked, “Let me rephrase. I’m the only lawyer who’d take this case pro-bono. And win.”
“And why do you want this so badly?”
You shrugged nonchalantly, “Call me sentimental but I think a child custody case against some mafia asshole would be like killing two life traumas with one stone.”
It had been about 2 months since going forward with the lawsuit for child custody, the defendant responded, and a court date was set. Thankfully for the time being the attempted abductions and such were stopped because they knew it could be used as evidence against them. Well, Yoonah considered it thankful; you on the other hand thought it was unfortunate.
Now it was finally the day of the first hearing and usually it would have been done in a private court but since the defendants are countersuing for child abduction. Usually when it came to trials, you got a huge urge to win rather than beat others however when you received the paperwork for the countersue, instead of getting worried and worked up, you felt the inexplicable desire to crush the competition underneath your heel.
Now on the date of the court hearing, you were storming through the halls with burning resolve and Ateez trailing behind you.
Even though you wished to ignore him, the defendants lawyer stopped you in the middle of the corridor with a condescending smile. Mr. Jang was an old fart that owned a huge law firm in the country and had personally head hunted you. He was top dog at his own law firm, and you had to admit, very impressive when it came to his performance in court; it was the only reason you had even considered the job.
However, after a dinner where he tried to put his hand up your skirt you had promptly told him to fuck off before leaving.
Since then, you had beaten every lawyer he had sent your way and now it seems he was summoned from hell itself to look the devil in the eye. You.
“Ms. (L/N), lovely to see you again. Good luck during the trial.” He said, holding out his hand kindly but you knew underneath those honeyed words and amiable eyes was just bitter hatred for you.
You glanced at his hand with disgust, ignoring the handshake and instead gave him a winning smile, “To you as well, Mr. Jang. Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a celebratory drink when I win.”
He chuckled, “I think you’re overestimating yourself, my dear. No matter, maybe you’ll learn your place when you lose.”
“We’ll just see about that won’t we. See you in court, bitch.” You smirked, confidence flashing in your eyes and when he scowled and opened his mouth to reply, you took it as your cue to walk into the courtroom and set up at the plaintiff’s table.
The trial started off well, with you pleading Yoonah’s case and appealing to the judges’ sense of humanity. It was surprising how quickly they got on board as soon as you started mouthing off some sentimental rubbish about found family and things like that. Since the evidence was more or less superficial, you’d have to appeal to sentiment and some well-educated assumptions.
You had taken notes about the defendant’s defence, noting down what points they were trying to use to appeal to the judges. So far it seemed like they were just trying to say that since the mother left no will, the daughter legally should be under her biological father’s care. He had a few small encounters with the law (small meaning that the big things were hidden) but has been clean for the last few years (because he has minions that can do his dirty work now) and is turning his life around.
Then came the counter questioning and you stood up immediately.
“And to the defendant, how do you expect to care for a child when you have no previous experience of any kind?” You asked and noticed how Mr. Jang began smirking. Yes, your first question was weak, you realized that, but it was all intentional.
“I suppose just like anyone else. Not everybody has experience from beforehand, but you learn these things and I don’t think it’s a reason for me to lose my daughter.” He appealed and you could see Yoonah deflate from the corner of your eye. Your heart panged a bit, you knew how stressed she was about this, but you weren’t going to let her down.
“And you know that a child isn’t just a sentimental object, right? Taking care of a child is an investment; you must spend millions in their life in school funds, health insurance and God forbid if something unfortunate happens, you need to be able to provide funds for her. Do you have the income for that?”
“Of course, I do.” He answered haughtily and you took some refuge knowing he thought you were an idiot, “I make well over 8 figures a year. I can take care of my daughter even better than she can.”
And there it was.
You smiled brightly, walking over to your table to pull the files you had stacked there, “Well, a large income, remarkable assets and his case pleads well. Why shouldn’t the child be placed under his care? —”
In the stands, San and Yeosang were watching nervously as you suddenly began singing the defendant’s praises. Yeosang growled underneath his breath, “I knew we never should have trusted her.”
San glanced back at you with his heart sinking in his chest. He knew that he was the absolute worst and you deserved to get revenge on him but were you really going to make someone innocent suffer for whatever he did to you? The thought of Yoonah losing her niece because of him made him sick to his stomach.
“—Probably because he’s guilty of tax evasion for the last 10 years.” You spat, voice icy and cold as you walked to the judge’s bench to hand over the documents.
“It’s stated in your tax records that you make less that 5k each year.” You began, smirking the look of anxiousness on their face, “You are aware that lying under oath is an offense? Punishable with up to 5 years in prison or a hefty fine? ‘Well over 8 figures’, you say. Well, that would mean in the last 10 years, you owe the government nearly 50 million.”
It was a lose-lose situation, orchestrated by the greatness that was yourself. Admit that he makes a lot of money and he’s guilty of tax evasion and lying on an official document, costing him nearly 4 years of income. Say that his tax documents are correct means he’s guilty of perjury* and proven unfit to take care of a child.
“So, which is it, defendant? Are you guilty of perjury or tax evasion?” You drawled, walking over to his table, and slamming your hands on the table. The gleam in your eye was frankly terrifying to Mr. Jang and you revelled in the sight of his stressed expression, “Which is it?”
“Objection your honour: badgering!”
“Then you better answer quickly, defendant.” The judge replied calmly, and you smirked when he finally admitted that he lied, not wanting to pay the overdue tax fees and get a punishment on top of that. Lying under oath is an offense punishable by time in prison, or a huge fine with probation. Meaning their countersue would most likely fall apart and now the trial was falling in your favour.
The only thing that could make this better would be if you actually got to step on the competition with your red bottoms but that would be “disorderly conduct”.
“So, your honour. The defendant has admitted to perjury and is that really the kind of person you would wish to raise the youth of our country? The kind that would think it was acceptable to lie in a court, the establishment that protects the rights of the citizens, simply to get their way. If we let him do that, we are laughing in the face of our legal system. And on top of that, he has no money to support her. 5k per year can barely pay a yearly school fee, never mind essentials, utilities, housing, and food.”
San chuckled underneath his breath when you turned your back to the judge and had the audacity to wink at Mr. Jang with the most infuriating smirk on your face and turned back to Yeosang, who had a look of slight awe on his face, “Couldn’t trust her, huh?”
“The judge rules in favour of the plaintiff. The child in question will remain in plaintiff’s care. Court dismissed.”
“NO!” The defendant leapt across the table to try and tackle you, his arms out as though he was trying to choke you, and everyone jumped into action. San jumped over the stands to intercept him, and they fell to the ground before the officers came to restrain him.
“Your honour, the defendant is obviously a little unstable. Do you think we could get a court ordered restraining order?”
“Of course.” The judge chuckled at your calm behaviour and how you hadn’t even flinched when you were the one that he was trying to choke out. It was almost like you knew it was going to happen.
That’s because you did.
A couple weeks ago, you were having a private meeting with the members of Ateez when Yoonah had to go and put down her niece and you got a few moments alone with them. Yoonah was so ethical, she would never agree to what you were going to suggest so you simply waited until she wasn’t there to hear you.
“Listen, when I win—” You ignored the way Yeosang scoffed at your confidence and pressed, “When I win, we’re going to need a clear-cut victory. A reason even an appeal would fall through so I need you to do something.”
You pulled out a medical report, “Unsurprisingly, this guy takes antidepressants for either anxiety or anger management. It gets prescribed to him from this hospital. I need you to go in and switch it out for some sugar pills or painkillers. So, at the time of the trial, he’s facing a withdrawal and would end up losing it.”
“Isn’t that illegal?” Yunho accused and you turned to him with a fake smile.
“I’m sorry, is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”
Embarrassed, Yunho cleared his throat, “Point taken.”
While you weren’t exactly thrilled about spending more time with Ateez, when Yoonah and her niece used their combined pleading eyes you couldn’t reject their invitation for dinner and some celebratory drinks. Considering their identical puppy faces, you were surprised they weren’t twins.
And their powers were the reason you were currently sipping on a Sazerac while watching Wooyoung and Jongho’s girlfriend, Sooji dance and party. The others had made the intelligent decision to decline. Yeosang was keeping sober to take care of Yoonah’s niece while the aunt in question got black out drunk. It looked like she hadn’t let loose in a very long time, and you were kind of surprised to know that when she was drunk, she acted like a child. Ironic.
Yoonah had been giggling the entire night, whispering in Yeosang’s ear about childish things while he was just nodding and replying occasionally when he was asked a question. Halfway through your drink, she suddenly decided to start playing hide and seek, scurrying away from the dining room to hide. Obviously, no one followed her but to just keep her occupied for a while, Yeosang began counting and you chuckled.
You finished the drink and called yourself an Uber, telling them that you’d see them around when in reality you had no intention of ever meeting with them again. So far you had treated them humanely but in all honestly you were still kind of upset at them. Yes, your father was a horrible person and deserved everything that came to him, but using you to get to him was low, especially considering that you thought everything was genuine.
Yoonah came stumbling back into the room and ran right into Yeosang’s arms (who looked kind of flustered, but you didn’t say it out loud) and even though you wanted to say goodbye, you were pretty sure she wouldn’t even remember it the next morning. So, instead you just made your way to the table where you left your bag.
Except it wasn’t there.
“Where’s my bag?”
Yoonah began giggling, “I toooold you we were playing hide and hide and hide and go seek. The bag is hidididng.”
Oh my goodness this girl was drunk out of her mind.
“I’ll help you look.” Yeosang offered but you shook your head, pitying him because of the woman hanging off his arm and complaining that she was sleepy.
“It’s okay, I’ll look. You just put her to bed.”
The halls were wide and never-ending it seemed; you felt like you were walking through a maze but every room you peeked through neither had your bag, nor had it looked like a drunk girl had wandered through it. You noticed a door with light peeking underneath it and knocked lightly when you heard someone shuffling behind it.
So far, San had been keeping his distance from you, something you weren’t sure you were grateful for or extremely irritated by. But now it seemed like you had come knocking at his door and even though you wished you were, you certainly weren’t disappointed by the sight of San, answering his door without a shirt.
“Did Yoonah come and stash my bag here?”
Out of context, yes that sounded weird, but San only shook his head and you nodded, almost turning away from him before your eyes caught onto something on his body.
“What the hell is that?!” You screeched, pointing at his chest and for a second San really had no idea what you were talking about until he looked and checked for himself. He froze for a second and then backed away, grabbing the door to shut it in your face but you held it open and forced yourself into the room to stare at it with wide eyes.
On his chest were the letters of your name scrawled so prettily like a label of possession.
“You tattooed my name on yourself? What the hell were you thinking?!” Was this romantic or just incredibly creepy? This guy who had no idea you were going to meet again had tattooed your name on his skin, for what?
“I was just—I just—” San looked like a deer caught in headlights, staring at you with wide eyes while your gaze prodded and poked at him like needles. If he was being honest, he thought you’d never find out, “I just wanted you close to me. This was the best I could do.”
“I don’t get it, you fake-date me to try and screw over my father and then after you get what you wanted and leave, you get my name tattooed on your chest? Don’t tell me you actually had feelings for me.” You replied, incredulously.
“I do have feelings for you, (Y/N).” Do, not did.
“Look, I know what I did was wrong, and I really do regret it. Even though I didn’t intend it, I ended up falling in love with you. And I still do.”
“That doesn’t change anything.” You spat, suddenly defensive, “You lied to me about everything.”
“I never lied.” He said suddenly but with a firm voice and your brows went toward your hairline, “Excuse me?”
“Yes, I concealed the truth and yes, I may have lied about why I joined law school, but I never lied to you. I couldn’t bear the sight of you actually believing me while I deceived you, so aside from that special breakfast thing that last night, I never lied to you.”
You couldn’t help the scoff that left you, “Well congratulations, you’re now the winner of the ‘not-as-big-a-jerk-as-you-could-have-been’ award!”
“I deserve that.” He chuckled, and his hand went towards his waist where he expected to find the hem of his shirt before he realized that he still wasn’t wearing one. You kind of despised yourself for remembering his nervous tendencies. Embarrassed, (though you weren’t sure why, you had seen it all before) San went to grab a shirt and you let your eyes wander around the room until they landed on the familiar plushie on the bed.
“You still have that?”
San poked his head out of his closet, following your eyes to Shiber sitting innocently on his bed and he blushed, “Yeah, it was a gift from you.”
Shiber wasn’t exactly looking his best, a little tattered and way dirtier since you had last seen him, from the countless nights San held him and cried and then he faced absolute chaos the night Yunho tried to burn him as a satanic cleansing ritual. But it oddly touched you that he kept it. It was easy to lie but the tattoo on his chest and the plushie that you had almost forgotten about were now starting to convince you that not all of it was lies.
Walking over to his bed, you plopped yourself down onto the comfy mattress and pulled the stuffed toy into your lap and gently playing with the loose threads, careful not to pull the stitches apart. After a few seconds, you finally spoke up softly, “What are you trying to do?”
San sighed, “To apologize? To confess? I’m trying but I don’t know what I could possibly say to turn this around.”
He padded over to sit beside you and you both remained with your shoulders pressed together, staring at nothing in front of you.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” He whispered, “For everything. But please know that what we had was never a lie. I loved you then and I still do now. Do you think that we could ever go back to where we used to be?’
“I don’t think I can ever trust you again.” You admitted and San’s heart jumped in his chest when you stood up to leave. He couldn’t let you slip through his fingers again, not so easily. He was on his feet in a split second, wrapping a hand around your wrist lightly. His grip wasn’t enough to hold you there and if you really wanted to leave, all you had to do was pull your hand away and he’d let you go. It shouldn’t have held so much meaning, but it did. The fact that if you genuinely wanted to leave, he’d let you.
“You said it yourself, (Y/N). Trust is earned, not given. And I will spend my entire life trying to earn it back from you. But please, please just tell me that you can still love me again someday. If you tell me truthfully that you can never love me again, I’ll never come in front of you again but if you think that there’s some tiny part of you that can still feel for me again, please give it a chance.” He begged.
You raised your eyes to meet his, alarmed by how teary they were and how tight your voice was, “I don’t want to be that stupid girl that fell for your façade again, San.”
“You aren’t stupid, (Y/N). I was the stupid one for letting something so good slip through my hands. I was the stupid one for abusing your trust. I was the stupid one for hurting you.” San’s voice was just as strained as yours and his eyes were shining with unshed tears, “And if you accept me then I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that this wasn’t a stupid choice.”
“I—I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to tell me now. It’s okay, I’m sorry for overwhelming you. Just think about it and if you do have an answer, then call or text me, my number is still the same.” This was exactly what you fell for the first time. The consideration, the concern, the habit of putting your worries and thoughts first. It was what made you love him in the first place, and you were so scared that it had all been an act. And you were scared that it was still an act.
“I’ll think about it.” You promised and then it was like the conversation never happened. You both went your separate ways and to everyone you seemed no different, except now the old wounds in your heart that you had clumsily sewn together had been ripped open and were now begging you to accept the bitter medicine of learning to trust again so they can heal or go on pretending like nothing happened until you bled out.
It had been weeks since San had last heard from you and at this point, he was convinced that you wanted nothing to do with him. Though it hurt twice as much after letting his hopes get up, he also couldn’t blame you. He broke your trust and no matter how much he repented and how much he loved you, sometimes people just couldn’t go back to how they were.
He just wished that you could be happy. Even if you were happy without him.
San erased the thought from his head when the train pulled up to the station, getting in and finding an empty row to sit in. He had cars and other means of transport but when it came to personal days where he just had a couple errands or had to get any place by himself, he always took the train.
He told Ateez it was just more convenient but they all knew it was so he could reminisce. Afterall, the train is where he had met you in the first place, even though it wasn’t the same exact train. It was where you spent your mornings together, talking energetically as you went to university, and it was where you fell asleep on his shoulder on the rides back when you were both too tired to speak.
Sometimes when San would take the train somewhere, he’d make it through the whole trip without thinking of you and other times something would trigger a memory he didn’t know he had, and he’d be treasuring another memory of you.
Today he wasn’t remembering anything, and he was trying hard not to think about you, it was obvious that you just wanted a life without him and even though he thought he deserved the opposite, he was going to try to get over you.
The sight of buildings slowly blurred as the train picked up in speed before stopping again at another station. San continued to stare out of the window, not paying attention as people entered the train car and shuffled around. He didn’t even flinch when someone sat beside him until they cleared their throat.
He barely spared a glance before his eyes widened and he froze in his seat. You were sat beside him, in a comfortable hoodie and jeans, smiling softly at him. It took weeks of thinking for you to consider giving him a chance, but even though it was wrong and if you had been a third party, you’d be chastising the girl for going back to him, you felt like you’d regret it if you didn’t.
Maybe that was foolish of you, trusting his words again but you wanted to take this chance. You wouldn’t give him your heart that easily this time. No, it would take nearly a year of San proving his loyalty to you time and time again before you decided to wholeheartedly trust him. The scars from the past were still there, the wounds didn’t heal seamlessly and some days they were more apparent to you than others, but you’d still bear your heart to him after a while.
But before the long journey came of building your relationship back to what it used to be and better, you decided to give San a chance again and met him on the train in a messy hoodie and jeans and smiled up at him, choosing to forget the betrayal for that second and just remember him as the man you loved and will one day love again.
“I’m sorry for bothering me but do you know what station I have to get off to get to the amusement park?”
San laughed breathily, feeling tears prick at the corner of his eyes and he grabbed your hand, threading your fingers together, “I’m headed to the same place, so I can take you there."
*Perjury - the offence of willfully telling an untruth or making a misrepresentation under oath.
Chapter 9: Status Announcement
"Are you serious," I asked, thinking that I misheard him. "The manager called saying that he received a call from the director who said that there were offers flying in to get you to model for them," Taeyong explained. "You may retire from the ring, but it looks like you have a new job as a model," Johnny said. "You're right, but I don't know. I mean I'm completely different from the women here. Why would they want me to pose for anything, honestly?" "It's a chance for people to know who you are, besides being Taeyong's new girlfriend," Jaehyun said, "give it a shot. You might like it." "I love modeling. I have to model my merch and do shoots for both fun and the company so that's no issue," I said as Taeyong looked at me. "Then what is?"
"What if I'm not good enough, you know? Yeah, they want me now, but then after the job is done, they're like 'yeah we don't want you back' or something," I said, making them laugh, "don't laugh! This is serious." "You're so adorable, Ash," Jaehyun chuckled, pinching my cheek. "I can and will floor you," I said as he quickly moved Johnny next to me as Taeyong laughed. "I think that you'll do great. Just give it a chance, please?" I sighed and nodded, "Okay. I'll give one offer a shot and I'll let you pick it so make it count." He smiled and kissed me, putting an arm around me. "I'll set you up with the best one, baby. Right now, we have to figure out what we're going to do about going public," he said. "That's easy. You can leave that to me," I smiled as Johnny's phone rung.
"What did I do now," he sighed before he saw the screen, "never mind. It's Mark. Hey, man. What's up?" "Did you see what's happening on Twitter? Everyone's losing it right now," Mark said. "Yeah. Director is already getting calls wanting Taeyong and Ash to do shoots together," Johnny said. "They should do it! The fans would love it," Jungwoo yelled into the phone. I pulled out my phone and went to Twitter, typing out a message before posting it. "What should we do now," Taeyong asked me. "Hm. Well, I should explain my relationship with you guys before basically announce our relationship," I said, "but, as everyone knows, I have to do it in style and make it entertaining. I need somewhere to film, honestly. I won't have my set up until a few more weeks so I have to figure something out." "We're supposed to be going on vacation soon," Jaehyun said, "you should join us. We're going to be filming things for the fans." "True, but we're not doing that for another month," Taeyong pointed out. "Good point. I know! We should go out! Somewhere private where we won't be disturbed," Jaehyun said. "That's not a bad idea, but where would we go," Taeyong asked as they puzzled their brains.
I sighed and looked over at a picture on the wall. It was a family photo from when I was a teenager and we were on vacation. I stared at the picture, puzzling my brain as I looked at the words on the bottom. "At the family's lake house" was what it said and we were all standing outside of a mansion like home. "I got it!" Taeyong and Jaehyun looked at me as I took the picture of the wall. "What's going on? Mark wouldn't stop talking my head off," Johnny said as I turned the picture towards them. "My family has a beach house that I completely forgot about. I think Dad did too otherwise he would've reminded me," I said as I took the back of the frame off, "thought so." Inside was the key on a necklace and written on the back was the address to the house. "Wow. Your Dad always hide things in smart locations," Taeyong said as Jaehyun typed in the address. "It's about an hour away from here," he said, saving it to his phone. "It's almost three now. By the time we go back, get packed, get everyone ready, the sun will be setting. We would have to do it tomorrow," Johnny said.
"I can't do it tomorrow," I said, looking at them, "I'm leaving tomorrow. I won't be back here for almost two weeks." Taeyong looked down, the reality of me leaving setting in. "So what should we do," he asked as I fixed the picture and hung it back up. I thought for a moment and shrugged. "I got this. Let's just get back to the dorm," I said, smirking when they looked my way, "just trust me. I'll just need to borrow the kitchen again."
After locking up, we returned to the dorms where everything was lively as always. "Ash, we bought everything that you had on the list," Taeil said as we got relaxed. "Awesome. Thanks, guys. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date in the kitchen," I said, stretching. "A date? What do you have up your sleeves," Taeyong asked. "You'll see," I said before leaving the living room and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I stopped by Taeyong's room, changing into my leggings and a tank top before grabbing my tablet and left his room and went into the kitchen. I got everything set up, propping up my tablet, ready to live stream on my social media. I used my phone to send out a post, stating that I was getting ready to live stream. I pressed the camera on my tablet, starting the live stream as I hooked my phone up to the speaker, playing some music while I wait for people to start showing up. I hummed to the music as I got ingredients ready for dinner. I grabbed the bottle of wine that I had on the list and popped the top, pouring me a glass. I took a sip and checked my tablet and saw comments flying in. "Hi, guys," I smiled, waving at the camera, "I hope you guys are having a wonderful day. As you can tell, this isn't my normal set up. I'm actually in the kitchen, getting ready to cook a huge dinner so why not chat while I'm cooking?" I looked through the comments, calling out my regulars who always watch me stream as I began to cook.
"Is she speaking English," Taeil asked as they lounged around in the living room. "Yeah. She's live streaming right now," Taeyong said, looking at his phone. "Wow. She has a lot of viewers," Mark commented, watching the number hit six digits and still climbing, "a lot of people really love her." Taeyong was lost in thought, seeing that beautiful smile really made him feel happy inside. He wanted so badly for her to stay, but he knew that she had to take care of business before they can fully be together. "I wonder if she needs any help," Jungwoo said, standing up, "I'm just going to ask." "You sure about that? That's a lot of people watching. You won't be nervous, will you," Johnny teased. "Shut up. I'm just helping out my friend," Jungwoo scoffed, heading into the kitchen. "He loves being in front of a camera," Jaehyun chuckled, "maybe we should introduce ourselves to her fans. Some might know us." "Taeyong should especially join her," Mark teased. "I'm not going in there unless she wants me in there," Taeyong said. "Jungwoo just went and she's not kicking him out," Mark pointed out as he sighed, contemplating his next move.
I was chatting away with my viewers as I cut up some beef when I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Jungwoo standing there. "Do you need help with anything," he asked, watching me. "Well, you can cook the noodles for me," I told him in Korean before turning my attention to the camera, flashing a smile as I spoke in English, "so guys, this is one of my new friends, Jungwoo. He's a member of NCT 127 and he's such an awesome person that I've gotten to hang out with over the past few days." He stood next to me and waved at the camera before he started getting the noodles ready. "Ash, I heard rumors that you have a new boyfriend. Is that true," I read the question out loud as I placed strips of meat onto the skillet. I smiled and cleared my throat.
"I will go ahead and address these rumors before stories get spun and the truth gets mixed in with lies," I said, taking another sip of wine, "the rumors are one hundred percent true. I am officially in a relationship. I have found someone that I can relate to on a personal level and he's a very sweet, talented man." I couldn't help the smile on my face as I described him to the viewers. "He's funny, he's charming, he's handsome. I mean I really like him," I giggled with a wink, "I can't stop smiling when I'm around him. Just talking about him makes me happy." Heart emojis flew through the comments, followed by people congratulating me on my new found happiness. "He's also my friend and roommate," Jungwoo said. The comments poured in asking to see him, making me giggle. "I don't know if he's ready yet, guys. Looking at the views, I'm close to one million again so once I reach it, I'll invite him in. Deal? So spread the word."
I turned the meat over before turning off the stove, grabbing a plate and placed the beef on it. "How has your back been holding up from your last injury," I read and sighed, "honestly, it still gives me pain from time to time and it goes up to the back of my neck, but I'm managing. I'm well enough to compete at hell in a cell." "I finished the ramyeon for you, Ash. I even cleaned and cut up some vegetables," Jungwoo said, pointing to the large pot of ramyeon and vegetables. "Awesome. Thank you so much. Now it's time to bake the cake. If you want, you can take everything out there so you guys can eat," I said as Mark walked in. "I'll help take some stuff," he said, waving at the camera, "hello. I'm Mark. Nice to meet you." He and Jungwoo grabbed plates, bowls, and utensils before leaving the kitchen. I got everything set up and began to get everything together for the cake, not noticing the view count had reached the goal.
"She's at a million," Johnny said, "I don't think she noticed it yet. Taeyong, you have to go show yourself." "Do I? I don't know what to even say," Taeyong said, standing up. "Just be yourself. Mark and I did it so you can too." Taeyong took a deep breath as he made his way to the kitchen. I was chatting away as I mixed ingredients into a bowl when I noticed Taeyong walking towards me. I looked at the count and realized that I had missed the goal. "I just saw the count so it's time to introduce you guys to the man that makes me happy." Taeyong walked over to me and waved at the camera. "Hello. I am Taeyong. I am the leader of NCT 127. It is nice to meet you guys," he said, smiling shyly. "Don't be nervous. Just pretend that I'm the only one who hears you. Just talk to me like normal," I said, smiling at him, seeing him relax.
"So today, I'm treating the guys to homemade black forest cake. I've shown you guys how I made this before so why not show it again live," I giggled as Taeyong watched me, "here. Pour this into the pans for me please while I get the oven warmed up. My number one rule is if you can stand in the kitchen, then you can help in the kitchen." "I like that rule. We definitely need that around here," he said, pouring the batter into the pans. I turned on the oven and grabbed the knife, smoothing out the batter as I checked the comments, "how did you two meet? Well, as you know we're currently overseas doing shows and we had a meet and greet before the actual show and Liv and I signed pictures for them and took selfies together." "My friends knew that I like her so they bought the tickets and took me to the show and we just hit it off. She's the woman of my dreams," he said, smiling at me. "Of course, Liv and his friends had a helping hand in getting us together," I added. "I'm glad that they did, honestly," he said as I washed and cut strawberries. "Me too. I'm happy and you're happy. Everyone deserves to be happy," I said as an arm reached out and took the strawberry I had just cut and raised it to my lips, feeding the sweet fruit to me, "thank you. These are so good. Nice and sweet." Taeyong rested his chin on top of my head as he watched me before looking at the tablet.
"Someone said that we're adorable and another says that we're relationship goals." "Hm. I agree. I'm not trying to compete with any other couple, but I do think that we look good together," I said, placing the cake in the oven as he ate a strawberry, "so any questions while we wait?" I finished my glass of wine as I looked through the comments. "Would you two consider doing a shoot together? Yes we would. Who knows? Maybe we might have some pictures coming soon," I answered, "next question. Ashley, where is your dream place to live? Hm. It's either here or Japan. I loved being here when I was younger. Definitely had fun every time I wrestled in Japan." "You've traveled the world, haven't you," Taeyong asked. "Yeah. Mostly from Dad moving around and from me wrestling in different companies. I love traveling. I love exploring the world," I said, looking at the comments, "Ash, if it's not too much, could you sing for us, please? It's never too much, but what do you guys want to hear this time?" The comments blew up with suggestions, most were love songs and others were rock songs. "Hm. I think I know one," I said, grabbing my phone and scrolled through my music, Taeyong peeking over my shoulder before pointing a song out, "really? Do you know it?" He nodded as I tapped on the song, setting the phone down as Trip by Ella Mai and I started singing as Taeyong pulled me closer to him as we danced together to the music.
I finished singing as Taeyong smiled at me, kissing my forehead. "Forever my favorite dance partner," he smiled as we separate and I grabbed the cake out of the oven, setting it on the counter, carefully taking it out of the pans and stacked them. I looked at the comments and blew kisses, "thanks for the compliments, guys. Once I'm done with decorating, I'm ending the stream so we can go enjoy dinner. Tag me in your screenshots and videos so I can see what you guys enjoyed this stream. Tweet me your favorite moments with the tag, Ashley's Dinner Date so I can respond to you." I grabbed the whipped cream from the fridge and spread some on top of the cake, carefully placing the strawberries on top, spelling out NCT 127 before setting everything down. "And this is tonight's dessert," I said as Taeyong hugged me from behind, "thank you all for hanging out with me and the guys. I know that this is a weird time to stream, but I'm in a different time zone so it'll take some time to get on an actual schedule for me, but I'll figure it out one day. I'll see you guys later and remember: I love every single one of you beautiful misfits out there." Taeyong waved as I ended the stream and stopped the music. "There? Was that public enough for you," I giggled as he turned me around and kissed my lips. "Perfect. Now let's go enjoy dinner and that delicious cake."
CHAPTER 3 | EXCITEMENT
The smell of garlic and the Fryer lingers in the air, people chatting and laughing around, their conversation is barely to understand when everyone is talking at the same time and place.
Painting of a dragon and orchids decorate the whole wall I'm sitting in front of. The lighting isn't bright yet not too dark, it feels right and soothing.
On my table is a glass of coke and coconut milk, I always order coconut milk at this restaurant, it reminds me of my childhood, it's not as tasty as I memorize it but still, I like it to drink.
Black coal eyes gazing at me and I proudly look back, adoring the sight in front of me. The man I thought would leave me alone in our bedroom after we had a fabulous time together, came back, Yoongi never left.
We're at our favorite Chinese restaurant, waiting for our ordered meal to be served.
I can't remember when we went out together. Last few weeks we spent less time together. College exhausts the most time, and Yoongi visits the gym every second day and comes late at night home, and there is his friend Kai. They go to the same college and go together to the gym and every weekend they'd go clubbing.
I have a feeling Kai and Yoongi are in a relationship and the couple here, not Yoongi and me!
Work is not gracious with me either, as a soon kindergarten teacher-to-be, there is a lot of homework and research to do. How does it affect the children when I play with them that game or read that book? What do I want to teach them and why?
There are a lot of factors to take care of, not only the number of documents I have to write and to edit.
Yoongi and I need time as a couple.
I'm glad that he didn't leave. Yoongi is with me and spends time with me. It's like our first date, I'm nervous and excited to sit near him, everything feels perfectly fine and beautiful.
A date is rare for Min Yoongi, we never went out that much, he is more a couch potato and loves to stay at home. I'm ok not going on dates I was happy to spend my time with him, play video games, or watch movies in his tiny apartment.
Not long after we met, we became quickly a couple and I moved to him. He was very clingy and wanted us to be together 24/7. I didn't have many boyfriends, I could say this one is my first honest relationship. The other ones were childish there was nothing more than kissing and holding hands.
With Yoongi it's different, he is my first in many things. He is my first love.
My heart is obsessed, every minute of not being able to be by his side wakes an uncomfortable feeling in me. I can't explain why but this must be love.
A lot of my friends didn't like him, they told me he is not as good as I think of him and slowly cut ties with me. If I see them by accident the atmosphere is odd and we greet each other but there are no deep conversations anymore.
This is unfortunate but I accepted it. I miss them sometimes and I wish we would be still friends.
Yoongi didn't like them too and if I talked about my friends he would cut me off and walk away. He didn't want to know anything about them.
He has his friends and me, well there is nobody, any more.
His male friends are ok they often come to our place and we're chilling together. But there is one friend I don't like.
His female friend, Samantha.
I don't know what their past relationship was but the way they interact is more than being just friends. She would sit on his lap and hug him,
in front of me!
And I'm too foolish to say anything.
I'm a jealous person but I can't open my mouth and say if something is off for me. I let it happen and would cry alone in the bathroom.
I'd leave the room after I calmed down and act as if nothing bothered me.
But, bad thoughts aside, I'm with my boyfriend in our restaurant alone. I should enjoy this date and not think about her.
"Babe, should we go to the cinema and watch a movie after dinner?" The man I love takes my hands and holds them tight in his. It sends me shivers along my spine, this man could do anything to me and I would be happy whatever it is.
"Oh Boo, that would be great. Yeah, let's watch a movie together. We didn't do this for a while." My heart skips a beat and my body is burning, that's how impactful he is.
"Let's watch the movie you wanted to see so badly. It came freshly out. AND today it's your birthday." Yoongi leads his intertwine hands with mine, to his lips and kisses the back of my palms. Dark orbs pierce into my soul as tears appear on my face.
"You didn't forget?" With a shaky voice, I asked the handsome man.
"Nope, why would I forget your birthday, baby?"
Moments like this make it hard to believe that he is cheating on me.
I don't think he is
This man loves me!
He cares for me!
He wouldn't remember a birthday if the person isn't important to him!
He is not a cheater!
A euphoric tingling plays in my whole being. I'm flying above the sky and it seems nothing can hold me back. The past weeks were tiring yes, but maybe it will end today.
Yoongi is my Yoongi again. This is the man I fell in love with. I thought he is already gone but he exists.
The city is already dark and decorated with Christmas lights and stuff. Shimmering and glowing up the whole walkways, it's romantic and it's a dream walking right next to him with our hands entangled in each other.
We reach the cinema and stay in the lane for the tickets. Tonight is a lot going on, it's holidays that's why everyone wants to watch this masterpiece of a movie, James Camerons Avatar.
It's our turn to buy the tickets, Yoongi pulls his money out of his pocket and says, "Tickets for Avatar, three persons please."
Wait did I hear right? Three?
"Oh hey, Yoongi, wait I'll pay for my tickets!" A female voice appears next to us.
"No Sammy are you for real? I'll pay!" Yoongi holds her hands hindering her to pay for herself.
"Awe thank you. You're so sweet. I'll pay you back someday." The female friend of my man winks with her eyes at him and back hugs him tightly.
I let go of his hands and stand dumbfounded beside them, I don't have a clue how to feel about this situation.
The urge to hide in a room is rising and I feel how my throat tightens, it's difficult to breathe and I'm fighting my tears.
I won't cry in front of her!
Yoongi and Samantha walk straight to the stand to buy popcorn and other snacks. They leave me behind.
She appears and Crystal is none existing.
My heart shatters in thousands of pieces as my tears flow down my cheeks.
I feel miserable...
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27. a list
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the pair sat together waiting for their drinks to come in silence. y/n felt calm and han jisung was confused as ever, wondering why they needed a list. “so, a list?”
“ah yeah, that.” y/n opens her small backpack and pulls out a notebook and paper.
“this isn’t like to all the boys i’ve loved before or something..” jisung laughs at the younger, a pout resting on her face.
“we aren’t fake dating jisung, it’s a bucket list.”
“i came up with this small list, i just need you to confirm and add if you want”
“this feels like a business meeting rather than a relationship,”
"do you like the list or not han?" the younger glares at the boy tapping her fingers impatiently.
"yeah yeah it's great!"
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Chapter One. Pairing; Seo Changbin x Reader Warnings; 18+, Slow burn, mature themes; stalking, violence, mentions of murder, harassment, yandere/serial killer/stalker themes. (smut to come in later posts, please don't read if you're uncomfortable with anything mentioned before) Word count; 3,164 // not proof read; pls don't let this flop
The underground rap shows in Seoul were kind of a big deal to people who knew about them. They were the kind of shows you couldn’t just show up to because of the “side businesses” that operated from there, which you thought were just drugs. You had to have an invite, and luckily for you, your best friend, Yujin, just had to be cousins with one of the repeat performers there every week. For you, that meant getting dragged along every weekend. At the start, you weren’t all that interested, if you were being honest, but the more you attended, the more infatuated with the whole scene of it. Of course, one of the rappers there was one of the reasons for your enjoyment. He wasn’t there every week, but when he was, you felt drawn to him. At least with your Yujin’s cousin, you knew his name, Jisung, but with this other rapper… He was clouded in mystery. From the fact, no one knew his name and only referred to him with his stage name, SpearB, besides Jisung, and another rapper, Chris, that you became close with. Both men chose never to tell you his real name. He liked to keep that private. You noticed that he always seemed to disappear every time with a different girl without fail after his set. Adding to the mystery, while he was on stage, somehow, you could only ever see the bottom half of his face, the rest being shadowed by the black baseball cap he always seemed to be donning. You could have sworn that the more you attended the gigs, the more he noticed you. Finally, at one of the events, he approached you, introducing himself as Changbin. This took you by surprise, considering before Jisung and Chris had told you numerous times that he would never tell just anyone his name. Seeing as he trusted you with his name, knowing how private he was, made you think you had a chance, but every time he left with a girl that wasn’t you, you came to the conclusion he just wanted to be friends with you; nothing else. Deep down, you wished that was you every time, but you accepted that he just wasn’t into you like that. The more you talked, the closer the pair of you seemed to get. His off-stage present was a completely different person than he was on stage. On stage, he was definitely intimidating, but when he was with you or his friends, he was more upbeat and light-hearted than you would’ve thought, also pretty loud. Little did you know about the dark secrets he kept all to himself. Even though you thought he wasn’t interested in you, you were still drawn to him, entirely and stupidly. Still, you knew you had to find yourself a distraction, which you set out to do every time, but each time you made plans to see a guy the following week, they would never show up, and you had no idea why. Unlike other weeks, this time, you actually had a guy to meet up with. Sure, you enjoyed the company of your friends, but something inside of you just wanted to see if there was the possibility of making Changbin want you. You didn’t know why you were so persistent in trying to get his attention. You just craved it.
Once you had gotten to the venue, which was in the basement of a nightclub, Yujin promptly started looking around to see if she could get a glimpse of Chris among the crowd. “Let’s go get drinks’’, she said, linking her arm in yours before whisking you away to the small bar. While being pulled through the mass of people, your eyes scanned around the dimly lit basement in hopes to see Changbin. Unable to see him, you gave up and focused your attention on the date you were meeting who happened to be at the bar talking with Chris. Little did you know, even though you couldn’t see Changbin, he was watching you like a hawk. He had seen your interaction with the man you now stood too close for his comfort with, who he learned to be Minjun, a rapper whose ego surpassed his reputation. Sure, he was good, but in Changbin’s eyes, no one was better than him at what he did, and no one was better than him for you. ━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━
A while had passed since you had started drinking with the Yujin and both your dates; Minjun kept his arm around you so you were tight against him, but all that could run through your head was Changbin. You wondered where he was, wondered if he was with another girl, wondered why it wasn’t him by your side. No matter what you tried, you couldn’t get him out of your brain. It was like Changbin was a drug, and you were the addict that could never get enough.
You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard Changbin’s stage name get announced over the speakers that surrounded the basement, causing cheers to erupt from around the room. Your head instantly snapped towards the stage, waiting to see the man that consumed all of your thoughts. Minjun had said something to you as you turned around, but as you saw Changbin walk out on the stage, all of your surroundings disappeared. Without missing a beat, he started his set, and as usual, the crowd went insane, his raspy voice pumping through the air, his voice having an even stronger effect on you than usual since you all had been seated at the bar that was right by the stage. Minjun could tell from the way you stared at Changbin in awe that he was the last thing on your mind, especially when he saw your face get flustered when Changbin’s gaze flicked over to your group before sending a wink at you. Just as you took a sip from the drink you were holding, Minjun’s jealousy started to rise. He pressed his lips on your cheek and moved towards your ear, “You should be looking at me like that instead.’’ he growled, only loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t know what to reply with, instead choosing just to turn to the bartender and order another drink. You felt Minjun’s hands grab at you roughly, pulling your body to his, causing your heart rate to jump. You tried to awkwardly laugh it off, “Minjun.. Calm down.’’ you spoke, trying to hide how uncomfortable you were as you turned back around to watch Changbin finish up his set, but Minjun was relentless. No matter how many times you told him off, no matter how many times you showed you were growing less and less interested as the seconds passed. You didn’t notice Changbin’s glare towards Minjun as he saw you grow more and more uncomfortable. Just as his set finished and the regular music played, you felt him slap your ass before pulling you back into him. “Seriously.. Stop..’’ you said, trying to not make a big deal out of the situation. He just chuckled, “It’s okay, we’re having fun, aren’t we?’’ You didn’t know if it was the alcohol making him act like this or if it was just his true colours beginning to show, but you did know you wanted to get out of that situation. “No, I’m not.’’ you retorted, trying to pull yourself from his grasp, but he only tightened his grip on you. The next few moments were a blur, his hands left your body, and you felt free while a “What the fuck dude?’’ came from behind you where Minjun stood. You turned around to see Changbin had pushed him away from you, his face full of anger. “I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want you doing that,’’ Changbin said, his demeanour downright intimidating you as his nostrils flared and his arms crossed over his chest. Minjun just laughed in response, “It’s none of your fucking business. She’s with me, not you. Move on.’’ he replied, taking a sip of the beer that was in his hand before grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him. “Tell him, babe,” Minjun said with a smirk, ignoring you, trying to pull your wrist free from the tight grip he had on it. “Stop, you’re hurting me.’’ was all you could get out as you tried to get away from him. In the second that you looked at Changbin, you could swear you saw steam coming from his ears. His heart began racing, he couldn’t believe that Minjun would do something so brazen, and before he knew it, Changbin threw his closed fist into the side of Minjun’s face, causing the man to stumble backwards and release your wrist from his grasp. Changbin wanted nothing more than to pull out the knife he had hidden in the pocket of his jeans, to shove the blade into him and watch the life run out of Minjun. But he couldn’t. Not in front of you. Changbin stepped forwards, pulling you close behind him to keep you away from Minjun. “What? Trying to act all tough in front of a girl?’’ Minjun laughed as he stood up straight, wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve as he continued. “She’s not worth it, dumb whore won’t even put out’’, he said with a smirk on his face. That’s
when Changbin snapped. He grabbed Minjun by the throat before slamming him into the bar. “Watch what you say about her, or it will be the last time you ever fucking say anything.” Changbin spat, his grip tightening around the other man’s throat as he spoke. He stared daggers into Minjun’s eyes, hoping that he got the message. That he wasn’t one to be fucked with. You walked up to Changbin, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Hey- Binnie, let’s go..’’ you said gently to calm him down. You saw his once tightened jaw, now relaxed as he turned to you and let go of Minjun’s throat, the man left coughing and gasping for breath. Changbin nodded, putting his arm around you. “I’ll take you home. It’s late.’’ Changbin said. You nodded in reply; “Thanks”, you said with a smile. “You’re really going to leave with that psychopath? Really?’’ Minjun said, still trying to find some air. Changbin went to turn around, presumably to punch him again, but you quickly grabbed his hand with one of your own, his arm with the other. “He’s not worth it, let’s go,” you said before you began to walk out of the club with him. The cold city air hit you once you both got outside. Your body reacted quickly by shivering, which Changbin responded with by placing his hoodie over your shoulders. He pulled out his car keys and gestured towards the black car that sat a few feet away from you. “Don’t worry, we’re not walking’’, he said with a smile, opening the passenger side door for you before getting into the driver seat. As you drove through the city after giving Changbin directions to your apartment (which in reality, he already knew where you lived, but surely pulling up to it without asking you for directions, would have definitely set off red flags in your head, and that’s one thing he didn’t want), you both noticed your phone suddenly blowing up. You took it from your pocket to check who it was, sighing when you saw Minjun’s name on your screen. Opening the messages, you felt your stomach drop. You must have made a sound without realising because the next thing you heard was Changbin asking, “What’s wrong?’’ With your head spinning from anxiety, you simply just turned the phone to him so he could take a glance at one of the many messages from Minjun, the last one the source of your fear. ‘’Don’t worry, I’ll get you alone eventually,’’ Changbin read aloud. “What the fuck? Does he know where you live?’’ Changbin asked, not even attempting to hide his anger as he finally pulled up in front of your apartment. With a sigh, you nodded. Stupidly you had mentioned where not thinking he would turn out to be like this. You heard Changbin sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t tell guys where you live.. Especially when you live alone, you don’t know what kind of people are out there,’’ he said, choosing to completely ignore the irony of what he was saying. “I know.. I know..’’ was all you could say, your mind scrambling for a solution to this problem while your heartbeat began to thump in your ears. “Do you think you could stay tonight..?” you asked meekly, “it’s okay if you can’t. I just can’t think of anything else.’’ Changbin just looked at you and nodded slightly, his actions a complete contrast to the sudden feeling of excitement in his stomach. Not that he thought you’d sleep with him, but because you clearly trusted him enough to ask him to stay with you. It was going exactly how he wanted it to. “Sure. I don’t like the idea of you being alone in there with him knowing where you live,” he said while turning off the car. You nodded slightly and got out of the vehicle, Changbin in tow. Once you reached the door of your apartment, you fumbled with the keys trying to unlock your door. The last thing you wanted him to think was that you were trying to get him to sleep with you, even though you wouldn’t complain if that was how the night turned out, but instead, it was because you were scared of what Minjun would, or could do when in reality, it was the man behind you that you should have been scared of. Once you entered your
apartment, you switched on the lights before taking your shoes off along with the hoodie he had given you. Turning to hand it back to him, he just shook his head. “You can keep it, just don’t lose it’’ he said with a smile. You smiled to yourself before nodding, “a reminder of my hero then,’’ you said, a slight chuckle to your voice. He walked further into your apartment before settling on the couch. “I can cook you something to eat if you like? I’m going to make myself some ramen, so it’s no trouble,” you said, not wanting to seem rude as you walked through the door right next to the living room that led to your bedroom, quickly getting changed out of your clothes and into a pair of tracksuit bottoms, along with the hoodie your “hero” just gave you. “You’ve had a long enough night. I’ll make it. You need to relax,’’ he replied, causing you to smile slightly even though he couldn’t see you. Unsure of what to say next, you made quick work of wiping the makeup off your face, finally feeling somewhat fresh. By the time you had finished and made your way out of the bedroom, you were met with the sight of him sitting on the couch, two cups of instant ramen sat on the table as he waited for you. When Changbin’s eyes fell on your frame wearing his already oversized hoodie that just seemed to swallow you whole along with your bare face, something was set alight within him. You seemed so pure compared to him and his actions, he knew he had to do anything in his power to protect you, to keep you safe, to keep you all to himself.. After a couple of hours of watching TV, eating, and getting to know each other even better, you both had decided to call it a night. “You can take the bed. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,’’ you said, to which he just shook his head in response. “Don’t worry about it, I’m okay with sleeping on the couch’’, he replied, a smile on his face. You really didn’t want to have him stuck on your couch all night, especially since he was going out of his way to make sure Minjun didn’t try anything with you, but you knew how stubborn Changbin could be. You’d never convince him to take the bed instead. You sighed slightly, “Okay, well, I’ll at least go get you some pillows and a blanket’’, you said gently, turning on your heel to walk back to your bedroom. You took two pillows of the many pillows from your large bed, placing them under your arm before pulling out a spare quilt from your wardrobe that was usually put away for when you had guests over and headed back out to the living area. After you had helped him set up his bed for the night, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of safety and security with him there. “Thanks again for staying.. I don’t think I’d be able to sleep here alone after that..’’ you said, slightly whispering. “Don’t thank me, I’m sure he’ll get the hint soon” he replied. The soft smile on his face was a harsh contrast between the thoughts that were in his head, the thoughts of what he would do to keep you safe. You nodded slightly before turning back to your room, “Sleep well” was all you could bring yourself to say. Even though he was just there to make sure you were safe, your heart still beat fast from the thought that Changbin was actually staying in your apartment, that he had opened up to you- albeit not mentioning the darkest parts of him. You made your way into your bed, not bothering to close the door fully since you never did anyway, or bothering to take off his hoodie before pulling the covers up over you. The smell of Changbin’s cologne on the hoodie mixed with the feeling of complete safety sent a wave of calmness over you, helping you fall asleep quicker than ever before. After a while, Changbin could hear the light snores coming from your room, wishing that he was in there with you, you in his arms- but he had something to take care of. Quietly standing up and putting on his baseball cap, about to make his way to the apartment door, he stopped at your bedroom, peeking in through the crack at your sleeping body wrapped up in his clothes. He stood
there for a few moments thinking to himself, “He’ll never hurt you again.. I’ll make sure of it.’’ As long as he made it a quick job and got back before you woke, he could definitely pull it off. It wasn’t just to satisfy himself; this time, the blood he would spill would be for you. For your safety. For him to be one step closer to having you all to himself.