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EXACTLY FREE MY MAN (lmao not that he has been jailed or something)

he did nothing wrong

OH MY GOD SO TRUE I AM TIRED OF THESE BUSES GIVE ME GETO 💀💀

born to ride suguru, forced to ride the bus to university everyday.

This is so good man i love it

MY HAPPY MARRIAGE | Gojo Satoru (2)

—In which the disgraced older daughter of a small clan gets an offer from the strongest sorcerer in the world, an offer she can't refuse, an unusual prospect of marriage.

TW : domestic violence, physical abuse, suicidal ideation, suicide, self harm, 18+ themes | minors dni

Pairing : Gojo Satoru X OC, slight! Geto suguru x oc, slight! Sukuna X OC

Part One

TWENTY YEARS AGO

THE FIRST TIME a young Gojo Satoru arrived at the Furukawa household, he was eight years old. A god amongst men. A prodigy of his clan. That is what he knew and it was also the truth. To be born with both six eyes and limitless at his disposal, he was a young god amongst Jujutsu Sorcerers. Hence, warm hospitality was something he didn't particularly worry about. He knew that everyone cowered at his feet to please him, especially if it was a family trying to climb the prestige ladder in the Jujutsu World. Much like the Furukawa clan. Yet, he found himself exasperated and frankly bored listening to the full discussions of the elders.

Despite all his powers, Gojo Satoru was still a child. He wished to play, and the gardens looked especially tempting. But a problem arose, who can I play with?. The youngest son of the house was a mere child of five, who seemed quite stupid for his own good.

If there were no chances of frolic, he decided to walk the gardens by himself. A decision, that earned him a sigh from his father and grandfather. I'll never be a bore like them when I grow up. He grumbled to himself, and skipped into the lush gardens that had bloomed under the spring's grace.

The gardens were certainly not as big as his clan's. The Furukawa household reeked of new money, and their pretentiousness of trying to come off as elegant sorcerers made Gojo Satoru bite back laugh. Yet the small garden helped him calm down quite a lot. The boy walked a far as he could from the house. A lot less people, a lot less cursed energy. He thought to himself. His eyes could detect the smallest amounts to cursed energy, and that day he had seen more than his fair share emitting from the house.

While he was grateful for his abilities. He often wondered, how the world looked like without all the curses in the air.

Lost in his introspections, the boy who could sense even the smallest movements around him, was startled by a loud thud.

"What the —" Gojo looked around him, only to find a girl positioned like a cat on her forelimbs, her yukata covered in mud.

Why didn't I sense her?

The young boy was irked by the girl's lack of presence and had decided to approach her. She'd clearly fallen off the tree, yet she'd not made a sound of pain and she'd continued to pick up persimmons off the ground.

"Oi, girl!" He'd called out to her, his cheeks puffing in annoyance. How did she not emit any cursed energy?

But the girl chose not to respond, as she continued to pick up the countless persimmons in her tiny arms.

"Hey, you—" he asked a little louder, the girl's ears perked up like a rabbit as she finally heard Gojo. His footsteps towards her had gotten louder.

"Are you talking to me?" The girl asked, as her eyes widened like a doe in the headlights.

"What is your name?"

"Furukawa Chihaya" The young Furukawa girl was still confused, the boy looked like a foreigner, with his white hair and and blue eyes and couldn't understand why a foreigner would speak to her in fluent japanese.

"But why do you—" before she could finish, the realisation dawned on her, making her eyes widened in surprise. The boy infront of her was no foreigner, it was the the prodigy, she'd heard about. He is like a god. She remembered her mother saying, as she wrapped her yukata that morn. "Kami Sama!" The girl exclaimed, bowing down abruptly as the orange fruits in her arms scattered on the ground once again, startling Gojo as well.

"Ha??" Gojo lifted his brow in confusion, "What are you doing? I am not a god, geez what a pain!" The boy spoke, running his hand through his hair.

The girl lifted up her head, only to restart picking up the fruits that had fallen down, "Mother told me to treat you like a one, because she says you are the blessed one" she said, while grabbing hold of the last stray fruit.

She turned to him and gave him a warm smile.

Gojo scoffed, "Yeah, whatever I don't really care" he cleared his throat and continued "Hey Chiyo, tell me something—"

"It's Chihaya actually—"

"Chiyo" He smirked, "Why don't you emit cursed energy, huh? Is this some sort of new trick that I don't know about?"

Chihaya tilted her head in sheer confusion. "I don't have cursed energy, Gojo sama" she stated in a matter of fact way.

"I don't believe you. That's not possible. Every human being emits cursed energy" More so, non curse users like her.

Chihaya smiled yet again, however this time her smile was melancholy. "I wish I had cursed energy, my father says my cursed energy is so less that he worries if I am even human" she chuckled.

Less? No. She didn't have any. He was certain of it. The girl was an anomaly.

"Does your cursed technique suppress your cursed energy then?" He asked again, just to be clear of the freak of nature that had taken a form of a young girl with chubby plush cheeks.

She tiled her head again, a confused look in her brown doe eyes, "I don't know what you mean"

Gojo felt like nature was playing a sick joke on him, making him come across someone who could evade six eyes with their lack of cursed energy. His anger diminished to amusement. What a strange girl. He took another look at her, her arms full of ripe persimmons as she looked around awkwardly.

"Do you want something?" She asked again, those same clueless eyes. Making the young boy realise, perhaps—that odd girl had been no threat at all. Perhaps his suspicions of her had been misplaced.

"You're so weird" Gojo cracked into a hearty laughter, "I never thought weaklings could be this entertaining!"

"How mean!" The girl lifted her cheeks in annoyance, and Gojo swore she looked as round as the persimmons she held. He pinched her cheeks, making her let out a small "ouch"

"I'll be taking some" the boy swiftly picked up two of the fruits the girl and gathered, and started to run away laughing about the whole ordeal. What a stupid, weird girl.

"Hey, give them back! I found them first!"

Chihaya ran behind him as much as her damned yukata allowed her to, dropping her collected fruits in the floor. The persimmons rolled scattered under the tree, once again.

_______________

PRESENT DAY

Years later, when Gojo Satoru returned to those shabby walls of the old Furukawa mansion, he had a characteristic smile on his face as he stood under the scrutinizing gazes the higher ups as head of his clan. Their faces veiled under the dimly lit room. It had been a while since as meeting of higher ups had occurred at the Furukawa household. It was an uncharacteristic destination, however it suited the main topic of contention for the day. The fate of Chihaya Furukawa.

In the dim room, Gojo could only make out the silhouette of Utahime. Whilst he felt Yaga's presence and stern gaze on him. Gojo was aware that his actions of transporting Chihaya to the Jujutsu High was a controversial one, however that day he was ready to face the music. He was ready to unveil what had occurred at the Chiba Montessori Academy, three days ago. After all, he never undertook actions were never without a reason.

"Are you aware about the number of casualties?"

"Of course" He replied, "I was the one who got her out of that fire after all" he continued with a finger to his chin "However, I believe the firefighters had already doused most of the fire that day"

"—20 children were injured and around of 2 staff were blazed" another added, prohibiting Gojo from digressing from the issue.

A small smirk formed on Satoru's face.

"But you probably don't care about that do you?" He questioned with a taunt in his voice. Earning a tsk from Utahime, who'd been escorting Gagkuganji at the council that day, out of sheer worry for her old friend.

Naobito Zenin appeared from the shadows, his disposition solemn as the Buddha, he was accompanied by Haruto Furukawa, his eyes devoid of any apparent emotion. Of course the head of the Zenin clan had to make his point. Especially since, he shared a cordial relationship with the leech of a man beside him. Haruto Furukawa carried a small diary with him, a decrepit object of old, as the man laid it forth on the small table that was kept at the centre of the dark room.

"This is my late wife's record" Haruto began, "She kept this diary to note down the various happenings of her daily life, this is but one of those several journals" He continued, as he stood under the dim light source that illuminated the room. Solidifying his position in the room full of esteemed sorcerer, his features from as a stern old judge, "As Yuki's husband, I believe I must atone for her crime against the Jujutsu council, for she and her esteemed family had hidden crucial details about their bloodline that could cause potential harm to the world at large" the man said, his voice strong as a horse, as his head bowed in shame.

It was the head of the Zenin clan who spoke up next, making the ashamed man, lift his head in surprise at the former's words.

Gojo smile grew. How unusual.

"Let me be clear as crystal" the man sighed, not a single emotion betraying his obdurate voice, "Chihaya Furukawa's body bears the mark of the unfortunate Machi curse sorcerers have been investigating for a while, her body is a bomb waiting to go off on the entire Jujutsu World" he continued, his dark eyes burrowing holes into Gojo's form, however the whole ordeal was merely amusing to him. "We are of the knowledge that Suguru Geto is trying to get through to her as well—hence, taking her in, would be a fallacy on your part"

"I am well aware of the risks" Gojo remarked.

"Are you?" It was now the head of the Furukawa clan who spoke, his voice bellowing with caution, "she is a vessel to a powerful sorceress Lady Akane, and we saw how she burnt the entire school. You are but playing with fire Gojo kun"

"See this is where you're wrong Furukawa san, Chihaya is not merely a vessel is she?" Gojo turned his eyes to Utahime who shifted uncomfortably. "I am sure there are those who are aware of the true nature of her power"

"She—" the woman sighed, insufferable brat. All the eyes had turned to her. "According to the brief research we conducted post the incident, we have suspicions and assume that she is not merely a vessel. If we are to look into the records of the Machi clan then, she is Akane herself. We can say that there was some reincarnation ritual involved before her death that bound her to the Machi bloodline. It is just that, her body hasn't been awakened yet, however, the incident at Chiba was a grave sign that her body may have finally started to awaken"

"Is there any confirmation regarding the nature of her power?" An elder asked from the shadows, his voice heavy with contempt. "Lady Akane was a sorceress of malice. While her vessel might be a much easier to eradicate. Reincarnation rituals are troublesome things"

Before Utahime could answer the elder's queries, a rather proactive Gojo Satoru, turned all eyes to his form with a chuckle and his rather animated style of walking and hovering hands to explain the ordeal. "It's difficult to break the cycle of birth and death, if she has bound herself to the bloodline. Killing her would risk a rebirth in the future in the same bloodline, perhaps a more distant relative who'd be much harder to track" Gojo stated in a matter of fact manner. His dark shades, sliding down his nose to reveal a mysterious glint in his eyes.

"We are still looking into the probably of the reincarnation ritual, there is hardly any proof for that. She might just be a vessel" Haruto Furukawa remarked, "I have sent Makoto and his cousins to seek out the records from the Machi household"

"Quite an elaborate way to say that you've sent out your son to kill your late wife's family" His playful eyes darkened as his lips upturned into a wicked smile, Gojo's hands were tucked behind his back as his six eyes burrowed holes into old Haruto's tainted soul.

The air in the roomed seem to thicken with the young sorcerer's accusation. Silence spoke the truth.

The tension was evaded as soon as Naobito Zenin cleared his throat.

"Vessel or a reincarnated sorceress, it would be dangerous to let her free nonetheless. However, the council is also well aware that killing her would only transfer the curse to some distant blood relative of the Machi clan" he continued, his eyes on Gojo as he spoke "keeping her in this compound of Furukawa estate itself is a good decision. As long as the transformation isn't complete"

Utahime's hands balled into fists. She couldn't believe that the higher ups would choose to keep her locked up with her scum of a father, rather than find a solution for her issue. Gojo could sense the woman's frustration, however he chose to wait before delivering his proposition.

"She is a walking hazard. Staying at home would keep her bounded" Haruto added curtly.

The head of the Gojo clan bursts into a laugh, holding onto his stomach, earning a glare from his old teacher, "You're funny old man, I thought you didn't have any sense of humour to you!"

"Excuse me?" Haruto Furukawa rolled his eyes in exasperation.

As Gojo compose himself, he grinned widely, his shit eating grin making most of the attendees groan internally, "Say, Chihaya—who is barely a grade 4 sorcer now, would atleast triple in her cursed energy output as Akane is awakened. Let's say she even ends up being a special grade 1 by the end of it. I doubt you or your son are even strong enough to handle her" he continued, as he walked towards the older man, his voice lowering in a sinister tone, "and what if Geto were to find? Would you be able to stop him?"

"We are willing to give our lives to end the witch who has bought immense shame to our name" Haruto bellowe with an unyielding resolve.

Gojo's eye twitched in annoyance. Bastards.

"And if situation calls for Geto Suguru to seek Chihaya out, we will not hesitate to end her life. Even if her awaking is not complete"

"Admirable" Gojo said with a tight smile. "but foolish"

This is not the time for me to be angry.

The voice of an older man resounded with reason, Gagkuganji, a man who remained a staunch follower of the higher-ups seemed to aid Gojo's cause, even if he was not aware of it, "Do you have a better alternative?" He continued, "Is it not better for a family to deal with the misgivings of their own blood rather than involving outsiders?"

"Precisely!" Gojo exclaimed, his swift change on time, startled Haruto Furukawa, much like the others present in the room.

"Matters of old curses should be solved within families" Gojo grinned turning to Haruto, the abhorrent grin resuming onto his features "Hence I present you with a prospect"

"A prospect?" The older man inquired, almost fearful of the next set of words that would spill out of Gojo Satoru's lips.

"I will marry your daughter!" Gojo exclaimed, pointing his slender finger at the older man, as his crystalline blue eyes peaked from the back of his glasses that had slid down his now slightly. His mouth was wide with a toothy grin and Haruto Furukawa swore he could hear his wife mocking him with a laugh from her grave.

The council erupted into murmurs.

Gojo Satoru had expected shock, but not such a lukewarm response to his proposition. Little did he know his sole, supposed, ally in that council, Utahime was seething at the young sorcerer from across the room.

"Nonsense" Haruto continued, after refusing simply as he waved his hand. "This is not the time for your frivolous propositions"

Gojo let out a hearty laugh, worsening the air of sheer gall that stopped the murmurs of the Jujutsu council

"Yet it is perfect opportunity" he said after composing himself, as he turned to the council, "I wish to take responsibility of Chihaya's life. I will wed her at the earliest date and then she will be under my care" walks around the room "If Akane chooses to evolve through Chihaya, I will make sure to end her life after the awakening and break the curse, so that it is no longer transferred to another faultless child"

Haruto gasped. Throughout his years in the Jujutsu World, the last thing he'd want to do was welcome a conceited Gojo into his family. His eyes shifted to Naobito Zenin, who stood with a poker face, contemplating on the whole ordeal.

"Why is it that the great Gojo Satoru chooses to take upon himself the matters of the Furukawa household?" The Zenin headman asks, with a hint of venom in his voice.

"Because I am the strongest" he stated with a smirk as he turned to meet Yaga's gazs, his voice lower than before "Only I can keep her out of Geto's reach"

Whilst his words were firm declaration to the entire council. Yaga could almost sense a hint of sincerity in his old student's voice.

________

GOJO SATORU HAD received an earful from Yaga post the council meeting. However his perils were far from being dismissed. As he teleported back to the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High, he felt a rage filled surge of cursed energy almost smacking him at the back of his head. An attempt, that had been promptly blocked by the likes of his infinity once again.

"GOJO SATORU, YOU PIG!" Utahime screamed as she almost pounced on the younger man with her cursed energy. "I'm not going to let you honey trap my bestfriend"

Gojo let out a laugh, turning to meet the livid eyes of his senior.

"That's a lot of concern for someone who abandoned you and Shoko on a breezy August morning" he chimed in, clearly grinding the woman's gears.

She let out a tsk in annoyance to his words. Why did he have to bring that up. She wondered.

"She was going through a lot back then. I could never be mad at her for leaving us out of the blue. Especially with her father and her engagement—"

"Yeah, yeah save the sob stories for the reunion" Gojo faked a yawn, irking the woman yet again. This brat.

"For the record, I am not honey trapping her" he smirked as he continued, with his hands tucked behind him, "I am just keeping her away from Geto"

"It's rich of you to think that she would just go with him if he called for her" Utahime scoffed. As the evening breeze around them seemed to become chilly. Gojo's eyes turned to see the light clouds that formed a haze in the sky.

"It's hard to let go of one's first love" he said with a small smile on his lips.

Utahime could only stare at him in disbelief.

"I don't think she's particularly hung up on him after all these years"

Gojo chuckled. "You'd be surprised by how one continues to cherish their youth"

The older woman groaned. Gojo Satoru was making no sense, let alone, speaking like his usual self. She knew Geto Suguru was a sensitive topic for him but who knew he could speak in riddles for his sake. She rubbed her temple furiously in confusion. "What is the point? You plan to kill her anyway don't you? I never thought you'd make it easier for Jujitsu council to carry out sentences for once"

"She won't have to die" he said with a confident smile.

Utahime was dumbstruck. Gojo Satoru seemed to have lost the last bit of normalcy.

"You're telling me you'll break that thousand year long curse?!" She exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Ding ding ding, Correct answer! You bet I will find a way!" Gojo grinned ear to ear.

Under the soft moonlight, Gojo's words seemed the most unrealistic promise shed heard all her life. A plea of making the impossible come true. She wanted to punch the man for playing with her friend's dimming life, yet, that night, much to the woman's dismay, Utahime was presented with a flicker of hope, which she would nurture for a while.

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casual rondevoux

pairing: yeonjun x reader synopsis: @planetdream knows the way to my heart!! no thoughts except hard dom yeonjun <3 warnings: pwp, hard dom!yeonjun (use of the petnames ‘sir’, ‘kitten’, and ‘baby’), gn!reader, edging / orgasm control, use of vibrator, oral (giving), spanking, fingering and praise. light aftercare, but not as much as i would like if this wasn’t fiction ( •̀ㅅ•́ )!! word count: 2.1k

"I want you to take this off."

"Oh?" You batted your eyelashes at the man sat beside you, you gasp mockingly and smirk at his impatience, "On our first date?"

You met Yeonjun a couple years ago at a college house party; it was, in retrospect, the worst party of the year. It was held in the same basement the host ran his weekly D&D campaign, ripe with the overwhelming stench of cheap aftershave, and with nothing to drink except watered-down beer. Still, you were grateful your friend dragged you along. Since hooking up with Yeonjun at that party, you both agreed to a sort of ‘situationship’: when you were both in town, you would hook up.

Quickies, role-play, hour-long sessions. No matter how many times you both met up, neither of you really knew what to expect; maybe that was why the bag he brought to your apartment tonight excited you so much.

Despite how long you had both maintained this arrangement, you realised earlier this week that you had never been on a date before now. Supposedly, that was the reason you both decided to treat tonight― a seemingly casual rondevoux― as your first date.

"We can say our first date was the last time we fucked, if it makes you feel any better." He chuckles, pouring more red wine for you, and then himself.

"I would hardly call your dance studio a suitable date location, but okay this is our second date." You nodded, slowly, playing along― as you admired your lanky friend, and the way his frame was complemented by his black suit. "I suppose that's fine then." You move, teasingly, to discard your sundress, revealing your naked body.

After hearing the sharp inhalation of breath caught in his throat, you felt grateful that you had followed Yeonjun’s command to wear nothing underneath. Moving so close that you could feel the heat of his skin, and the throb of his cock beneath his clothes, Yeonjun stood from the sofa, and bent to trail his lips along the back of your neck.

"Hm, you spent all evening wearing just that dress and nothing else? What sort of punishment do you think you deserve for that?" He whispered in your ear, as he traced his hand across your hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"You told me not to wear any underwear." You protested, softly.

"I did," Yeonjun replied. "I wanted to see if you would obey me."

"And if I hadn't?"

"Then I would have punished you for your disobedience."

"So, I was going to be punished, regardless." You chuckled.

"Isn't that why we're here?" With his free hand, the other occupied with the caressing of your body, he lightly feathers his slender fingers around your throat. You think this must be how prey of the python feel as the poor thing becomes constricted.

"Yes, Sir," The words, which you had only ever read on a page or screen, came without hesitation and filled the space, charging the air with a new, visceral energy.

Yeonjun grabbed your wrist with an assertive firmness, and suddenly the anticipation broke like a dam inside you. Rendering you helpless, he sat down on the end of the bed and turned you over his knee with swift and sudden force. He planted his hand in the small of your back, pinning you in place, as he shifted to raise your ass so it was exposed across his lap. He raised his other hand and spanked you, pausing to admire the rosy fan imprinted across your skin.

Although the sting of his palm assured him that you must have been in pain, you didn't cry out. Rather, the slaps were punctuated with your muted gasps and moans.

As he finally paused to admire the way his scalding hand-prints had merged, you twitched involuntarily, thighs clenched, and he lifted one knee to splay your legs apart, delving his fingers into your drenched heat.

"Do you like that, baby?" He cooed.

"Oh God, yes," Your voice rose, only letting out a harsh whine when he withdrew his fingers to deliver another hard slap to your ass.

Yeonjun halted, "Yes, what?"

"Y- Yes, Sir." The two words rushed out in a long, whimpering gasp.

"Better," Yeonjun said― his smirk was audible, "But not good enough. I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much, kitten.”

You felt Yeonjun momentarily shuffle to reach over, turning back to you with a vibrator from his bag. After light preperation, he slowly guided the toy inside you and turned it on; immediately, you were overwhelmed with the conflictingly torturous pleasure of being edged by Yeonjun. The low setting amplified by your body's lust and hormones that took you to intoxicating heights of pleasure and desire in minutes, and your body wanted to cum. Your body needed to cum. Your body was absolutely screaming at you to give in to it and let it explode― but it wasn't your orgasm to have: It belonged to Yeonjun.

"Sir, I- I'm getting close," You panted, looking up at Yeonjun from where you knelt. You had both played this game so many times during your situationship, you should have known what to expect. Still, the hunger and desire written on Yeonjun's face hit you at once. Shivers rippled over your skin, colliding like a weather front with the hot pressure building in your sex: clenching and throbbing hard as the toy rushes you closer to your orgasm. "Sir! I'm-"

"Not yet," he warned you. Nodding and shaking with frustration, you obediently tried to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure.

Spanning your waist with his free hand, Yeonjun moved you forwards and back; all you could do was twist beneath his grip, trying to regain enough momentum to chase the orgasm you craved.

"I said, not yet," he growled and, while the sting of another spank made you judder with a lightning streak of smarting arousal, you stopped squirming immediately, allowing him to set the pace.

While he teasingly took the toy out of you, abandoning it back into his bag, beads of fluid dripped down your shaking thighs, and your body pulled at your will-power to resist giving out completely: Deep breaths. Force your muscles to relax. Uncurl your toes one at a time, keep your thighs from pressing together, and focus on anything but how fucking hard you just came.

"Good," Yeonjun purred, approvingly. "Now on your knees, and open your mouth, kitten."

You obediently crawled to your knees, as he spread his legs on your plush sofa. As you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue as Yeonjun slowly took off his belt, unzipped and pulled down his trousers and boxers, just enough to pull out his cock.

"Focus on keeping your mouth open so I can fuck your pretty little throat." He instructed, licking his lips as he started slowly stroking himself in front of your face.

Before you could do anything more than nod in compliance, Yeonjun slaps your soft cheek with his hard dick before guiding it into your drooling mouth. The second his throbbing cock touched your tongue, his plans to tease you flew out the window.

Forming a fist around the base, you lowered your mouth to the glistening head, cupping your lips and curling your tongue to rasp against the sensitive skin. You worked your way slowly down the column until the top half was enveloped, swallowing the tip deep into your throat, lifting then dipping your head again, loosening your hand each time to stretch your mouth and absorb his length. Yeonjun watched, almost hypnotised as beads of sweat illuminated his skin with a pearlescent sheen. Your jaw muscles rippled as you fought to maintain some control over yourself.

“Fuck…,” Yeonjun gasped, his hips bucking wildly. He rested his hands on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Yeonjun's writhing body seemed delighted by your eagerness, and you hummed softly, the vibrations doing fantastic things to Yeonjun's cock.

Yeonjun's orgasm snuck up on him. One moment, he was riding sexual waves of pleasure, and the next he was mid-orgasm, seemingly without any transition. He screamed, body tensing to a statue while your mouth went into overdrive and all the feelings you had built up over days and weeks finally came to a peak. The sense of power and feeling of control, the physical pleasure he felt and emotional excitement from hurting you, all the nervousness that had morphed into confidence and acceptance, it all seemed to come together inside him.

Slowly and languidly, Yeonjun crawled back down to join you, who looked like you couldn't be happier with how thoroughly fucked out you looked.

“Time to focus on you now, kitten." Yeonjun whispered deeply, practically a growl, "You deserve it so much, but you know I don't let you cum just because you deserve it. No, I'm going to make you cum right now because I want to watch you cum, and for no other reason. Got it?"

He propped himself up on one arm, looking forcefully into your wide eyes as you nodded.

"Did you want to stop, baby?" Yeonjun asked, to which you hastily shook your head.

“Words, kitten. Or have I fucked my baby dumb already?”

“Please don’t s- stop, Yeonjun. I need you, Sir-” You beg, bucking your hips desperately as if to prove your point. He halted your movements, and gathered your wetness onto himself, spreading it around his cock, as you spread your shaking legs wider.

"Good, because I wasn't kidding. I do want to watch your face while you cum." Yeonjun didn't rush you. Knowing how sensitive and wound up you were, he kept his stimulation steady, so you could enjoy the buildup as much as possible.

"Fuck, please― I-" You begged, although for what you were begging for was unknown.

He seized your hips, hard enough to leave subtle bruises that you would admire later, and eased his cock slowly inside you, controlling the rock of his pelvis and feeling your muscles ripple along his shaft in time with the spasms which charged your body, pushing you urgently against him.

"Yeonjun, please," You wailed and he tilted your hips, penetrating you deeper than you had thought possible, pounding back and forth in fierce, relentless strokes.

It was nice getting to watch the tapestry of pleasure build across your face and feel it in your body, taking it easy while the feelings you had put off thinking about caught up with you. Your legs suddenly snapped straight out to the sides. "I- I'm so close already, Sir- can I cum? Please can I cum?"

"Yes, baby― cum for me, be good for me. Cum as much as you want." He knew you would be instinctively trying to keep the orgasm at bay, your body not quite believing yet that it was allowed to tip over after the weeks of edging and denial, so Yeonjun kept up reassuring you: whispering the instruction to cum for him in your ear again and again, until a huge burst of wetness damped the sofa, and your body shook.

"Cum for me, now (Y/n)," he said and the word shattered the rigid set of your body into a frenzy of voluptuous tremors which spiralled into your core, clamping his cock in a tight hold as you rode the tsunami of your climax.

He gazed down at the soft skin of your arse, grinding against his pelvic bone with mindless, wanton friction, and the throbbing in his groin rose to new and uncontrollable heights. Wracked by blissful, orgasmic intensity, you collapsed onto the sofa and Yeonjun covered your body with his, pressing you down with his weight. Fucking you through his own orgasm. "That's it, so good for me… Fuck, you're so beautiful. H- Holy shit."

"You're so perfect, baby," Yeonjun said, feeling like the words weren't anywhere near enough to express what had just happened, and he had hoped nuzzling close into you would do something to communicate more. You hugged him back, as you slowly rocked each other back and forth.

Yeonjun's eyes felt heavy, wrapped up in their joint warmth and blissed out on lingering post orgasm pleasure. His body was light and his bed felt like a cloud you could both have drifted away on. While you basked in the feeling of release, body shaking as you pant, Yeonjun lifted you into his arms; your soft giggle tickled his ears. He pulled you to his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” Yeonjun whispered; ensuring first that you had slowly drifted off to sleep, his tenderness engulfing you completely.

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A pretty good series

COLLATERAL.

PART IV

I.N x reader x Hyunjin. (s)

Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

Author’s note: The moment of truth…….. I’m going to go hide now!

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COLLATERAL.

PART I

I.N x reader x Hyunjin. (s)

Author’s note: It’s a ‘tame’ chapter and part 2 out tomorrow!

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STARS ALIGNED.

FINAL PART.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I / Part II / Part III

Author's note: I hope this series gives you a lot of comfort like it did to me. Thank you to everyone for reading and loved this series!

Chan was excited to have his own family.

He already has families, his own family, the one he made with the members, and the one he was building with you.

And the family was going to expand soon.

He felt giddy whenever he saw your baby bump, reminding him that it was his child that you were carrying, that he would be a father soon, and he couldn’t wait to fill the role.

He had always been treating little Chan like his own son but he didn’t want to overstep since he still has his biological father who cares for him. He could settle for being a friendly figure in little Chan’s life, and he didn’t mind him calling him uncle instead of dad.

And it couldn’t be more of an ideal time to introduce you to his family.

He invited you over to his apartment and introduced you to the rest of the members for a little get-together, he was too shy to admit that he also wanted to show you off to them.

But Jeongin got ahead of him and introduced you as his aunt, "My aunt, everyone," he said to the members sitting on the sofa.

"And this is my cute little cousin," also got ahead of him to introduce little Chan to everyone.

They all cooed at him, saying hi, and shook his little hand as he walked up to Jeongin to sit on his lap.

Chan sighed in defeat seeing Jeongin steal his spotlight, but he continued, "And she's pregnant with our child," he bragged with a hand rubbing your baby bump.

Everyone collectively gasped.

Everyone knew Chan was dating you, but from their faces, you could tell that this came out as unexpected, it seemed like they didn't know that the relationship was this serious.

"Whoa, Hyung, does this mean we get to be uncles?" Han said, voluntarily being the one who broke the silence.

"Yes," he nodded with a grin.

Hyunjin groaned, "but I'm still too young to be an uncle," he said with a pout.

"I bet that Chan Hyung would cry on the day Noona gives birth," Changbin stated with a smirk.

Chan hissed at him, shot him a sharp gaze but then broke into a smile.

You smiled seeing him comfortable like this being around his peers, surrounded by people who supported him and cherished him.

He didn't know how loved he was and how much he deserved it.

"No, no, no. I bet their child would be beautiful like their mother, not Chan Hyung," Seungmin joked with a satisfied laugh.

Everyone else laughed along while Chan just took it all in with a defeated smile.

"I have to agree with Seungmin Hyung on that one," eongin added.

And the laughs grew louder.

You laughed seeing him so resigned with the jokes aimed at him, he was so used to it.

Felix poked little Chan's cheek, "what's his name?"

"Little Chan," Jeongin answered.

Everyone cooed again, then chuckled.

"If this is little Chan then that one is swollen Chan," Seungmin joked again, and everyone burst out laughing again.

"Hey, hey, hey," Chan warned him.

This time little Chan laughed along with them, making Jeongin couldn't stay quiet in his seat, laughing his lungs out.

"But seriously, Chan Hyung would make a great dad," Changbin remarked, suddenly got serious that everyone stopped laughing.

"I agree, yeah," Felix backed him up.

The rest of them nodded in agreement, they know him very well and what he's capable of.

"He'll teach them a lot of sports," Hyunjin commented with a soft laugh.

Han eagerly nodded, "Except bowling," he added a snide comment, then laughed.

"But he'll also nag a lot," Seungmin commented.

Once again, everyone laughed

"Seungmin..." Chan called him out in desperation, completely lost to his witty comments.

The meeting went well with little Chan getting along with everyone, them teaching him how to call their names one by one with uncle at the end.

He had a hard time calling Hyunjin’s name and got it wrong several times.

They got whipped by him just like he did with Chan.

You and Chan watched them play together, smiling at how adorable they looked.

"You're already taking care of 7 kids, oh 8 with little Chan," you joked, "are you ready for baby number 9?"

He grinned at you, "I am so ready to meet them,"

"Have you guys found out the gender of the baby?" Felix asked as he sat on the sofa next to Chan.

"We want it to be a surprise," you answered.

Felix giggled, and it amused you so much because he has almost the same giggle as little Chan, filled with that carefree glee and purity.

Back in your apartment, you sat on the end of the bed, drying your freshly showered hair with a towel.

You smiled when Chan came to the room after tucking little Chan to bed.

"Come here, let me dry it for you," he said to you, sitting next to you and insisting you sit on his lap.

He gently rubbed your hair with the towel while you held on to his arms. He took the hairbrush and softly combed your hair started from the end, patiently untangled the hair with his fingers then continued brushing your hair.

He kissed your cheek once he was done, "you're so beautiful, love," he said to you.

You never got tired of hearing his praises because you know he meant every praise with all of his heart.

You turned your head to return his praise with a kiss, gave his lips a long kiss, then rested your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

"Are you sleepy, baby?" He asked you, wrapping his arms around you, one hand resting on the baby bump.

You nodded with a hum.

"Want me to tuck you to bed like I just did to little Chan?" He asked.

You lowly giggled and nodded.

He led you to lay down on the bed and pulled the duvet over your body and his, he handed you a small pillow to put under your side for the baby bump.

He caressed your cheek with his knuckles, "you must be tired," he guessed, also lying on his side facing you on the bed.

"Just a little," you honestly answered.

"You should take a rest then," he said to you, patting your head so softly.

"You too," you said back to him.

"I want you to take a lot of rest too," you said with a weak smile.

"Okay," he kissed your forehead.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered to you, he rubbed your stomach under the duvet, then closed his eyes, drifted to sleep together with both of your hands on your baby bump.

-

Chan was surprised to see little Chan's dad come to your apartment at this hour at night, if his excuse was to see and play with little Chan that would be a strange answer.

He came to bring back little Chan's toys that he had been asking for since he left them at his dad's and then there was the food, "You like dumplings so much, so I bought some on the way," he said to you as he handed you a bag of food on the dining table.

"Oh, thank you," you muttered to him.

"Remember when you craved them in the middle of the night when you were pregnant with Chan?" he said to you.

You stifled a laugh but didn't answer him, aware of Chan's listening in on the conversation.

You glanced at him, and he gave you an uneasy stare, Chan rarely got mad, but he has this dark aura within him when he isn't amused with something.

Was it wrong for him to feel jealous of the fact that he had been with you before he did?

Thankfully, he left after playing for a while with little Chan, and congratulated Chan and you on your pregnancy before leaving your apartment.

It kind of pissed him off, that he'll occasionally come to your apartment and probably until little Chan is old enough to go to his dad's on his own.

He was watching you eating the dumplings, and shoved them one by one into your mouth.

"You really like it?" He asked.

"You know I always like them," you answered, "but I don't crave them," you added, then took a sip of water.

You took one and fed it to him, "it's just food, Chan," you told him.

He reluctantly opened his mouth and ate it.

But Chan couldn't let go of it, not even when you were watching a movie together with little Chan holding the bowl of popcorn between his legs.

"Are you not... like... craving anything?" He suddenly asked.

"Aren't you supposed to crave something during pregnancy?" He asked in the most nonchalant, but inside,  he wanted you to be needy for him and ask to be spoiled by him.

You held in your laughs and hummed, "actually, I've been craving something lately," you said.

He jolted in his seat, "Yeah, what's that? Tell me, I'll buy it for you," he said with such eagerness.

"Actually, I don't crave it that much," you honestly admitted to him.

His smile faded just a little, "really?"

"But now that I talk about it, I crave it," you said as you turned your head at him.

The three of you went on a night drive, even little Chan was already dressed in his pajamas and fell asleep in the backseat.

You waited by the car while Chan bought you something you craved so much. He half-ran back to the car and smiled when he got in.

"Cherry slushie for you," he handed you a cup of red-colored iced drink.

You clapped before taking it from him, taking the first delicious sip while Chan watched your reaction.

You gasped after taking your first sip.

"How is it?"

You took another sip and gasped again, "it's so refreshing. I like it so much," you exclaimed.

Chan grinned because he got to fulfill your cravings, he put a hand on your baby bump, "you should tell me whenever you crave something," he told you while rubbing your stomach.

"I just don't take them seriously," you told him with a smile.

"Do you want to eat something else?" He asked.

You nodded, "I crave cheeseburgers so much," you weren't entirely lying when you said it. But the main reason was that it's Chan's favorite food and the other reason was that you also want one.

Chan drove a little distance to buy burgers for both of you, he handed them to you once he opened the wrapper.

"Thank you," you muttered.

You took a big bite and hummed in delight as you tasted the food.

"That good?"

You eagerly nodded.

"You eat yours too," you ordered.

"Okay," he took his burger and ate it together in the car with you, parked in the almost empty parking lot of the fast-food chain.

"Little Chan likes fries so much," you sadly said that he couldn't eat it because he was already sleeping.

"I can buy it for him next time," he promised you.

You smiled at him with your mouth full of food.

He spotted the mess you made on your mouth and hurriedly wiped it with a tissue, "eat well my babies," he said.

"Thank you, baby daddy!" You muttered to him with a gleeful smile.

-

Chan was so amazed that you were still able do things on your own, although your baby bump grew bigger and bigger every day. He wondered how you able to move around carrying the child inside you with such ease like it was nothing.

"Shouldn't you be taking your maternity leave?" He asked as he stood behind you while you worked on your computer.

You grabbed his hand that was resting on your shoulder, "I still can do my work," you assured him.

"I don't want you to get tired," he said to you, looking down on you with worried eyes.

You softly chuckled, "I already planned my maternity leave, don't worry," you comforted him while looking up at him.

And just like that wasn't enough, he saw you carrying little Chan when he got fussy over something that you had to scold him, then comforted him after.

He hurriedly took little Chan from you, but he refused, he wanted you to carry him to bed for a nap.

"It's okay, I can do it," you said to him with a smile.

Once you got out of little Chan's room, he led you to sit on the sofa and offered you a glass of water.

"Thank you," you muttered.

You reclined on the bed and handed him the glass of water back to him.

"Why don't you get a nap?" He suggested you, a hand rubbing your swollen belly.

"I'm not sleepy, but I think I want to lie down for a little bit," you answered.

Chan readily helped you lie down on the sofa, putting a cushion under the side of your baby bump, then sat on the edge of the sofa next to you.

"Do you want anything?" He asked, rubbing you up and down your arm.

You sighed and closed your eyes for a few seconds, "Is it weird that I crave cotton candy ice cream like all of a sudden?" You asked him with a shy smile.

Chan chuckled at you, "why would that be weird?"

He gave your stomach a few circular rubs, then lowered his mouth on it, "you always crave something sweet. Can I take this as a hint that we'll get a baby girl?" He asked with a wink.

You smiled, "maybe," you said with a sly smile.

He squinted his eyes at you, his smug broke into a smile, "I'll order the ice cream for my princesses," he said.

You laughed at him, guessing that he wanted a baby girl so much.

He left to the kitchen where his phone lay on the dining table, then ordered ice cream for you.

"I'll order chocolate for little Chan," he informed you across the room.

"Do you want anything else?" He asked, but there was no reply.

He walked back to the living room and saw you fell asleep on the sofa, one hand folded under your head and the other cradling your baby bump.

Chan smiled looking at you sleeping when you said you didn't feel sleepy, he sat on the sofa and watched you sleeping, putting a thin blanket over your body.

He noticed that your feet were swollen and decided to give you foot rubs.

You stirred in your sleep, he heard the faint whimpers you let out through your slightly parted open mouth.

"What is it, love?" He asked you.

"Why are you whimpering like that?" There was an edge to his voice.

You hummed then mumbled something.

"What is it?"

"My back hurts," you slurred your answer.

"Want to take a painkiller or something?"

You shook your head with your eyes closed, "I can't take any medicine," you slurred your words again, still sleepy.

It took him aback for a second, remembered that you were pregnant and couldn't take just any medicine, "Let me give you back rubs then," he offered.

You hummed then fell back to sleep.

He slipped his hand under your shirt, began rubbing your back and gently massaged it, hoping that it would be enough to lessen your back pain but not hard enough to hurt you.

He felt a tremendous appreciation for you, if it were him, he wasn't sure that he would be as patient, as strong, and as good as you.

He felt sorry that he put you in such a burden, carrying his child while also taking care of him and your child.

He lowered his head close enough to your baby bump and softly spoke to it.

"Hey there," he began.

"We can't wait to meet you," he paused to give it a gentle rub, "but while you're inside, please be good to mommy, okay?"

He then pressed his ear on your stomach, trying to catch any answer from the baby inside.

"I know you'd be one good baby, yeah?" he praised even though he heard nothing but the faint sound of whether it was the baby's heartbeat or yours.

The struggles didn't stop there.

Just like little Chan sensed that a baby was coming and that he'll have a younger sibling soon, he got so clingy to you and asked you to do anything for him that Chan felt bad for couldn't help you much.

"It's alright," you told him so many times when he shot you sad glances.

Little Chan used to ask him to put to bed, but he only wanted you now, he sighed, frustrated that he couldn't do anything because it also made him realize that you are his mother, after all, he needed you the most.

You couldn't mask your exhaustion when you came to the bedroom but still put on a smile for him, "Hey, why aren't you sleeping yet?" You asked.

He walked up to you,  hugged you, kissed your forehead, tilted your head with his finger then kissed your lips. He spoiled you with so much affection.

"I prepared a bath for you," he told you along with a peck on the lips.

The bathtub was already filled with milky white water with a nice floral scent when you went to the bathroom. He helped you take off your clothes, held your hands as you carefully stepped inside the tub, and slowly lowered you down inside until your body was engulfed in the warm water.

"Get in too, baby daddy," you said to him with a smile.

He submitted to your wish because it is a command to him.

He stepped inside and then sat behind you, letting you rest your back on his chest.

You grabbed his hand and splayed it on your baby bump, "here, feel it," you said to him.

He felt nothing at first then there was it, a subtle kick on your stomach that startled him.

"The baby is kicking," he said with so much wonder.

You laughed looking at his reaction, "the baby started kicking when I gave little Chan a bath," you told him.

"My God, this is so amazing," he exclaimed in so much disbelief. It never ceases to amaze him whenever he got reminded of the fact that there was a baby inside you, alive and kicking your stomach, that he felt it with his hand.

The baby kicked again, harder this time making you both gasp in surprise.

"I think the baby recognized daddy's voice," you said to him while looking over your shoulder at him.

"Daddy?" He said again.

He got used to you calling him 'baby daddy' because that was just you being playful with him, but once he realized that he is the daddy of the baby, it hit him like a ton of bricks fell on his head.

And the baby kicked again, and Chan hurriedly rubbed your belly, "Daddy's here," he announced to the baby inside you.

"I guess baby can't wait to meet you," you said to him.

Chan got so much to tell the baby but to sum up all of that then yes, he couldn't wait to meet the baby.

He kept rubbing your belly affectionately, "we can't wait to meet you too," he said back.

You rested your head on his shoulder while he kept talking with the baby with both of your hands cradling your baby bump.

-

It was only a month away from your due date, but Chan's schedule was getting packed. He made sure that he had no plans around your due date just in case the baby decided to come out earlier or later than the predicted dates.

He was getting restless the longer he had to leave you, he compensated for it by checking you every few hours or so, asking you if you needed anything or felt anything.

He was so thankful that you were experienced, and that made him less worried, but just a little.

He came home late and couldn't believe himself that you were still up, sitting on the bed listening to classical music playing on your phone on the bedside table.

"Hey, why are you still up?" He asked in a concerned voice.

You weakly smiled, "I can't sleep. The baby keeps kicking," you answered.

"I tried playing some music, it used to work on little Chan but not this one," you explained, then pulled the hem of your nightdress to show your bare baby bump to him with the baby's feet making a dent against the skin, kicking inside your stomach.

His mind was blown once again witnessing all these little wonders.

He quickly got on the bed and scooted closer to you, leaning his head close to your stomach.

"Hi, do you miss daddy?" He asked while softly rubbing your stomach with his thumb.

"Why are you still up? Aren't you sleepy?" He asked again.

You smiled seeing him talking to the baby adorably like that, you slipped your hand in his hair and lazily scratched his head.

"I told you to be good to mommy, remember?" He said again, softly grazing the tip of his nose on your stomach, "Mommy needs some sleep so she can bring you out to this world," he continued, then kissed the skin.

"Go to sleep now, baby," he cooed.

Surprisingly, it worked, the baby stopped kicking once Chan talked to them. Chan triumphantly smiled because the baby listened to him well.

"I think baby misses daddy's voice so much," you said to him.

He will never get used to you calling him like that, especially once he noticed that you wore one of the nightdresses he gifted you in dark blue color, and somehow your pregnant body made you look hotter in it.

Your swollen breasts almost spilled out from the cleavage with the nipples poking through the silky fabric.

He whistled at you, "is it me, or are you getting hotter and hotter?" he asked with a sly smirk.

You chuckled, let him lean in closer to kiss your mouth, "I'm hurt that you forgot to kiss me first," you whined at him."Got to put the baby to sleep first, so we can have some alone time together," he said then kissed you again.

You always thought that once you got pregnant, he would refrain from having sex with you because first, you thought you wouldn't be appealing enough to him physically, and secondly, he's a safety-first kind of guy, he always make sure that you're okay and retracted himself from any possible way that could cause harm on you.

It was the opposite.

He matched your increased sex drive during pregnancy, and you were more than happy about it, and it came as a surprise to you that you also find the sex more enjoyable.

He spooned your from behind, penetrating you from behind in slow and careful thrusts.

His hands cupped your breasts with fingers playing with your hardened buds, humming as he kissed your neck, "hot mommy," He seductively said to your ear.

You giggled at him and captured his full lips in your mouth, gently sucking on his lower lip.

"I can't get enough of you," he said as he bit your earlobe the kissed the skin behind your ear.

"Not only that I got to have you but also have a baby with you," he said.

"Oh, I'm the luckiest," he murmured in your neck as you cum around him.

You lowly moaned, your hand clutching his arm with nails dug into the flesh.

"You're always tight, baby, and it makes me want to keep making babies with you," he whispered to your ear.

You clenched around him even though you had climaxed, and that nudged him closer to the edge.

"Cause I already think of making another baby with you," he admitted.

"What do you think, mmh?" He said along with a few grunts.

He lost control and thrust a little harder until he finally cum inside you.

He held you close, covering your body with the duvet as he cuddled you under after the sex.

He kissed you, softly and hungrily at the same time.

"I meant it when I said I want to have another baby with you," he said.

You laughed at him, "let's take things one at a time, you greedy man," you playfully remarked.

To be honest, you were a little bit afraid that he would be less enthusiastic about you as the time passed, maybe it was the hormones mixed with the insecurities that came with the change of your body as it grew bigger, heavier, completely out of shape that made you felt that way.

But he always gave you words of affirmation without you asking him to.

You are the luckiest person to have someone like him, who loves you no matter what.

-

He whistled once you got out of your bedroom, wearing almost the same black skin-tight dress like the one you wore on a date with him months ago.

"Oh my, my," he said with a giddy smile, feet bouncing in excitement like a little kid on Christmas morning.

What was it with him seeing you in clothes that perfectly showed your baby bump? It inexplicably, strangely aroused him, but he wasn't complaining though.

You put on a minimum make-up, but that was unnecessary because your pregnancy glow shone brighter and made you beautiful in the most natural way.

You went to the same restaurant you always had your dates in.

He ordered the same menu you always have in the same restaurant and replaced the steak with pasta, then ordered an extra cake for dessert because he knew you secretly always crave something sweet.

He stared at you with a smile that didn't wear off even for a mere second.

"Are we celebrating something?" You asked because the date invitation came so sudden that you didn't have enough time to prepare yourself.

"Nothing special," he answered, "I just want to have a date with you and have you for myself before the baby takes all of your attention away from me,"

"I'll always care for you," you said to him with a chuckle, squeezing his hand on the table.

"I know, but once our baby is out to the world, I have no other option but to share you with the baby," he said with a subtle pout.

"Don't be jealous!" You grumbled at him.

He took your hand and kissed your knuckles, "it's kind of hot, though," he commented out of the blue.

"What?"

"Technically speaking, I'm dating two girls at once right now," he said with a lopsided grin.

"How are you so sure that the baby is a girl?"

He shrugged, "I know that I keep saying regardless of gender, but I want a baby girl," he explained.

You knew this even before he conveyed it, he subtly mentioned it a handful of times already.

"And she'll be as beautiful as you," he added with a dreamy smile.

You went for a walk around the park after, he bought you your weird pregnancy craving despite you never liked it in the first place: cotton candy ice cream.

You sat on the same bench you sat on when you had a date, but this time the cherry blossom trees were dead with snow piled on their branches.

You got sentimental when it crossed your mind that it would probably be the last time you spent your time together before the child comes into the world, making you and Chan bound through a biological child, and starting a new family life together with him.

Then it got you unbearably sad, feeling so blessed to find such a perfect man that loves you, cherishes you, accepts you for who you are.

Mostly, how lucky you are to be able to experience love again after years of a failed marriage and an absence of a partner.

You went to hug him before you got into the car and broke down crying into his chest.

"Why are you crying?" He got panicked seeing you suddenly crying to him like this.

"I love you so much," you blurted out, muffled as you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest. Your heart ached at the feeling of emptying it through the words to him.

"Oh baby," he sadly cooed.

He held you close and kissed your head repeatedly, "you know I love you so much, you make me the happiest man on earth," he sighed with his hands rubbing your back while you kept crying to his chest.

"You make all this possible to me. You make me wonder if I deserve all of these, you, little Chan, and our baby," he said to you.

"This love that I got from you," he held the back of your head and angled it upward to face him.

"Thank you for making my life whole, complete, meaningful..." he ran out of words to say, despite he could list all of the feelings you made him feel.

"You're everything I want and searched for in a person," he finished.

He wiped your tears away with his thumb, "I love you," he said, it sounded plain, but that summed up everything he tried to say.

It felt like forever you haven't heard him saying it to you.

You knew he loves you without him needing to say it verbally to you, but having to hear it coming right out of his mouth, this validation that your feelings were returned just the same, made you realize how essential it was.

"I love you," you said back to him because he needed to hear it too.

Despite him knowing your devotion to him by patiently carrying your child, caring for the baby, and taking care of him without asking anything in return.

You both are the luckiest.

The stars aligned when you met and fell in love.

-

"How do you feel?" He asked as he lay next to you on the bed, ready to end the day and make it a day closer to the most awaited day in both of your lives.

"About what?"

"That the due date is only days away," he replied.

"Uhm..." you hummed to think of something as a comparison.

"Like when you're waiting for the exam results, partly scared that you won't pass but couldn't wait to find out either," you explained.

"It's heart fluttering," he cooed at you.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'll take care of you well. You don't have to worry about anything," he assured you.

"I trust you," you quickly added.

He smiled then pressed a kiss on your lips, the kiss continued into a full-on make-out with his hands roaming your voluminous body.

Someone pushed the door of your bedroom and made you both shot upright on the bed to see little Chan enter your room while dragging his blanket behind him.

"Mommy," he whined, nose scrunched up and on the verge of crying.

Chan hurriedly came to him and placed him in the space between you and Chan on the bed.

"You want to sleep with mommy?" You asked him.

He nodded with eyes still heavy with sleep.

"But promise to be careful with mommy's tummy, okay?" You told him.

He nodded again, nestled his head so close to your pillow that you patted his back to get him back to sleep while Chan put the blanket over his body.

"Are you ready to have another one like this?" You playfully asked him, looking at him across little Chan who had already fallen back to sleep.

"Yes," he answered without a beat.

He took your hand and rested on little Chan's back, "I can do anything when I'm with you," he said to you, with eyes that were telling you he was being genuine.

He got a glimpse of what he would be having in a few days, sleeping on the bed like this with you and little Chan with hands clasped together.

Chan was still sleeping in your bedroom when you woke him up the next morning, softly patting his back to wake him up without startling him, "Chan, can you wake up and get dressed?" You asked him.

He frantically got up, "what's wrong?"

"I think it's time," you told him, eyes shot down to your baby bump.

It took him a moment to register that what you meant was you were about to give birth that day.

"Oh!" He jolted awake, scrambled to get his clothes on the floor, and put them on.

"Are you in pain?" He asked.

"No," you shook your head, "take your time and get dressed. I'll be waiting in the living room," you told him.

But he couldn't move without feeling jittery, and nervous. No matter how many times he prepared himself for this moment, the reality was far different from what he expected.

He put on decent clothes and had to look twice that you had prepared everything, the bags you should take to the hospital and other essential things.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked you again once he safely seated little Chan in the backseat and saw you got on the passenger's side.

"I'm okay. No need to worry," you assured him with a thin smile on your face.

But how could he calm about it when you clutched the safety belt so hard that your knuckles turned white the whole ride to the hospital.

Little Chan was still clingy and insisted on sitting on the hospital bed with you while you waited for the operation room to be ready for you.

He came back from calling your family and informed them that you were about to deliver the baby that day. He held your hand and looked at you with weary eyes, "I know you're in pain, it's okay, I'm here for you," he told you.

You weakly smiled at him, "because you're here, it doesn't feel that painful," you said.

A nurse came and informed you that the operation room was ready, you quickly held little Chan so tight and kissed him on the forehead.

"Mommy loves you so much, you know that?" You sweetly said to him.

"Mommy will be back soon. We'll be seeing each other again," you promised him, then kissed him again on the cheek.

Chan got sad seeing you talking to little Chan like that, like you wouldn't be seeing each other again, reminded him of the awful things that might happen when you give birth.

He got teary thinking of the possibility that he might lose you and reluctantly took Chan, and carried him in his arms.

He had to break his promise to not cry, not because he wanted to protect his dignity but because he didn't want to make you sad or looked sad to you. He had to wait for your parents to come so they can take care of little Chan, and he could be with you in the operation room.

He broke into tears the moment he saw you crying in pain, struggling to give birth to your child together, and he came to you, holding your hands, pressing his head so close to yours and encouraging you with words.

But all that came out was, "I love you so much," he murmured repeatedly.

He imprinted this moment in his head, the pain and the joy, all the emotions that came out of it so he'll remember to never, ever take you for granted ever again.

-

It felt like a dream to him.

That you and he created a life together and brought this little human to the world.

Her little toes and fingers, her body not even bigger than his arm, the one that he had been waiting for to come to his life, lying on his chest.

So pure, fragile, delicate. Warm and so soft, so cuddly, lovely. He had never seen anything like her in years.

His heart overflowed with so many emotions at once but mostly love, full to the brim.

She cried into his chest and it made him laugh, how she cried exactly like you always did to him.

"Daddy's here, daddy's here," he told the little one while gently patting her back like she is a piece of glassware that could break if he isn't careful.

She calmed down when Chan covered her with the blanket, humming in a low voice and cooing at her, hooking her little fingers around his index finger.

She's a lovely tiny thing, his dream girl, love at the first sight, and forever his true love, a happiness that multiplies and expands his life, the one who adds more meaning to his life, who gives him purpose and a new life, entirely.

He got melancholic when he had to part with his little one for she had to get back to her crib, and the nurses ran a quick check up on her.

For the first time in his life, Chan felt like the path of his life had become clearer, like he knew what he is going to do and go next.

For the first time in his life, he existed not only for himself but also for this child, his beautiful little angel, Jinnie.

-

Was it possible to be in love with you over and over again?

Cause it didn't make sense to him.

When he thought he couldn't be more in love with you, he fell in love with you more, harder, deeper, then out of control.

There was no way of escaping it.

He watched you as you breastfed the newborn, cradling her in your arms, caressing her soft little cheek with the back of your fingers in the most endearing way possible.

It was like looking into a prism, he got to see a new side of you under a new light.

Your bare face so radiant to him, your hair down and tousled and draped on your shoulder, you looked up at him and smiled.

And the smile made his heart palpate, butterflies fluttering awake in his stomach.

"She's so beautiful," you said as you looked at her small face with her small facial features.

He could say the same thing about you, you looked so divine that he thought he was looking at a painting.

"She has your nose," you added, poking her little nose with your index finger.

Chan moved to sit next to you on the bed, sitting right behind you and looking over your shoulder at his daughter, then smiled.

 "She's beautiful like you," he said to you.

You turned your head at him and smiled, he captured it with a sweet kiss.

"Thank you for making me a father," he said to you, putting an arm around you and the baby.

"Gosh, I'm so lucky," he murmured then kissed you again.

You both looked at her with so much love, admiring her presence and thanking her for her existence that will forever bind you together.

Chan remembered something when he registered the baby for her birth certificate.

But when he got back to the hospital, your room was always crowded with guests.

It was hard to have you for himself when they kept coming to your room, congratulating you and admiring your newborn child, the flowers that didn't stop coming.

To top it all off, the members came at the end of the visiting hours, and the first thing they did was make fun of Chan.

They could tell he cried without anyone telling them, they knew him very well because he's soft-hearted like that.

The baby girl cried because of the noise they made but Chan, a quick learner he is, he already mastered how to carefully picked up the baby into his arms.

He softly bounced her in his arms, then showed her to the members.

Everyone cooed, completely whipped by her.

"Hyung, she's so pretty," Changbin praised, hesitating to touch her cheek with his finger, "she will break so many hearts when she's older,"

"I told you, she'll look like my aunt," Jeongin cut in, then shoved a grape into his mouth from the fruit bowl next to your bed.

Chan didn't even care about what everyone said, or maybe because Seungmin was also too whipped to make witty remarks on Chan.

"She's so small," Hyunjin said with an inaudible gasp, afraid that his voice would wake her up. His jaws had been hung open from the moment he set his eyes on her.

"Look at her little fingers," he said, couldn't handle the cuteness that he squeezed Felix's shoulder instead and made him yelped in pain.

"So cute, Hyung," Hyunjin said with his nose scrunched, huddled together with Felix to look at the baby in Chan's arms.

"Hyung, can I hold her? I want to see if she bounces if I throw her up in the air," Minho joked at him.

Chan hissed at him and squinted his eyes, "I believe she bounces just right," he said to him.

Unfortunately, they had to leave soon cause the visiting hours had ended. They said goodbye to you and the baby, wishing you a speedy recovery, along with a nice bouquet of baby breath and daisies flowers.

Chan made sure that the baby was already sleeping before he got back to you and sat next to you on the bed.

"Do you want anything?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "no, I'm good," you answered.

"Come, lay down with me," you ordered as you scooted on the small hospital bed to make a space for him.

He put a hand on you once he lay down next to you, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah,"

"How do you feel?"

"Of what?"

"Everything,"

"Amazing! If I could go back in time, I would definitely do it all over again," you replied with a gleeful smile, "I wouldn't change a single thing about it,"

Chan smiled, looking at your blissful smile that melted him from the inside.

"I should be the one that got jealous," you said out of the blue.

"Huh?"

"I should be the one that got jealous of our child," you took his hand and intertwined it together with his.

"She's so lucky to have you as her first love," you said.

Chan grinned at the knowledge you just shared with him, the realization that he got to be the first love of his daughter, the first man she met and loves, how precious is that!

"Don't be jealous! I'll always be yours," he convinced you.

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, showing the time that it was past midnight already.

"And you'll always be mine," he added.

With a hand framing your face and a nice smile painted on his face, he sighed in so much contentment like everything was right in its right places.

"Happy birthday!" he quietly said to you, tried not to wake the baby up and generally because it's a hospital after all.

You blinked at him, dazed and confused, everything blurred together that you detached from the bound of time.

"Is it really my birthday?" You asked him in so much shock.

Chan softly chuckled, then nodded, "you even forgot your own birthday,"

"How nice! Now I'm three years older than you," you made a snide comment to yourself.

He pressed his mouth to the side of your face to muffle his laugh, "and a mommy of two," he added with a mischievous grin.

You dramatically sighed, "what a joy!" You exclaimed then broke into a low laugh.

He turned your head to face him and looked deeply into your eyes, "it's your birthday, but you're the one who gifted me such a special present," he said with so much sincerity.

Chan stretched out his hand to his coat that hung on the chair, he pulled out a small box that he presented to you.

"As much as I wanted to propose to you so many times, this is not it," he quickly said.

And you giggled at his remark.

It wasn't traumatizing to you, but marriage is one long process. It takes two to make it happen, two bodies and two souls, then try to merge it into one. And maybe you were in the rare percent of people who still believe that marriage is holy matrimony, a sacred union that you wish would last for eternity.

When your previous marriage unfortunately ended, you got a little broken inside, and it somehow made a dent in your belief,, but you stood firm still.

"One at a time," you said to him.

"One at a time," you said again, hinting that everything was still possible.

You flipped open the velvet box and found a ring inside, a gold band ring with a pale blue stone, aquamarine, your birthstone.

"Put it on me," you ordered, handing him the box.

He took the ring and slowly slipped it on your ring finger.

"This is not a marriage proposal," he warned again with a smile at you.

You looked at the ring, perched so nicely on your finger like it was meant to be there.

"You're not an object, but this is my way of letting people know that you belong to someone, me, you're mine," he said in the most possessive way yet so heartwarming at the same time.

"Happy birthday, love," he congratulated you once again, caught your chin between his thumb and index finger, then slowly brought his mouth on you, brushing his lips so softly.

"Thank you," you muttered with your lips grazing his when you spoke.

You beamed a smile at him while glancing down at the ring, "I love it so much,"

He took your hand and placed a kiss on the ring and on your knuckles, "I'm forever grateful for your existence," he murmured.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and you felt like you could combust at any second with this much happiness inside you.

"I love you," you whispered to him while holding him close to the bed.

"I love you," he said back with another kiss on your temple.

The next day, your family came with a birthday cake and made you blow the candles in front of them, he witnessed once again how you are so loved just like he said and assured you so many times.

Your mother noticed the ring on your finger.

"A birthday gift from Jinnie's daddy," you shyly replied, showing the ring he gifted you last night.

Your mother glared at Chan and raised an eyebrow, "what's the ring supposed to mean?" She asked with a smile.

"I proposed to her so many times, and she kept on rejecting me," he said to your mother.

And your mother glared at you now, "and why would you keep rejecting this fine man?"

"Mom, please," you begged her to stop and made you both uneasy with all the eyes darted toward you and Chan.

Just like baby Jinnie noticed that the center of attention shifted from her to you, she started crying in her grandfather's arms.

And everyone scrambled to calm the baby down and cooed at her. You were grateful that everyone loves her so much. She's truly a gift.

-

After three days spent in the hospital, you finally got discharged, and it felt nice to be back home. Little Chan ran around the house, happy that he finally got back to his toys after spent time either in the hospital or in his grandma's house.

Chan had set up a crib for baby Jinnie in your bedroom, and everything essential for her was placed around the room.

Years of experienced nights without sleeping came to use when baby Jinnie kept waking both of you up in the middle of the night, either she was hungry or needed a change of diaper.

Chan patiently took care of her, only woke you up when she needed to breastfeed from you.

It wasn't easy, and it reminded Chan how much his parents had sacrificed for him, it takes one to know one.

And the great responsibility that comes with it, that her life is depending on him and you and together you'll take part to shape her to be a person she'll grow up to be.

He wanted only the best things for her, happiness, good things only, and put harm away from her no matter what.

"Such a daddy's little girl!" You said once you handed her to him after bathing her, she cried like she sensed that it wasn't his daddy's arms that held her.

"Mommy is just jealous," Chan playfully said to baby Jinnie.

You dramatically rolled your eyes at him.

Chan pulled you close and placed a kiss on your lips, a quick yet deep one with a hand grabbed your backside, and gently squeezed on the flesh.

"You'll have your turn, mommy," he said to you with a sly smirk.

You scoffed and gave him side-eyes, "I'm not jealous at all," you strongly denied, but that only made it obvious.

 Despite the baby needing a lot of care, you spent most of your time with little Chan because you were afraid he would feel left out.

You gave his hair trim in the bathroom, and laughed at how he made silly comments, kept reminding you not to make him bald.

"Mommy promise to keep your hair as long as you stay still," you compromised with him.

And he got a little mature too.

He understood when the baby cried that meant she needed you, and he would warn you, by saying "Mommy, the baby is crying," or "mommy, the baby is hungry," like a big brother should be.

After giving him instructions, you carefully put baby Jinnie on his lap while Chan kept grimacing, afraid he would topple to the side and send them both falling.

Chan got extremely protective of baby Jinnie, you understood his fear really well but only to an understandable extent.

"You're big enough to not let baby Jinnie fall, right?" You asked him.

"Uh-huh," he answered while holding baby Jinnie with all the strength he had in him.

You took so many pictures before he got too tired holding baby Jinnie with his hands, and Chan hurriedly helped him to steady himself on the sofa.

"Small baby," he beamed with his adorable giggles.

You kneeled next to the sofa and watched him looking at the baby with such delicacy in his eyes, "isn't your baby sister so pretty?" You asked.

He nodded, "like mommy," he answered.

"You can play with your baby sister once she get a bit older," you told him.

"You can play plushies with her, swim together, play hide and seek, everything,"

Chan watched the whole conversation with a big smile on his face and a hand on your thigh, squeezing on the flesh because the cuteness got so unbearable.

"I'll let her play with my toys," he said to you, slurring his words.

"That's so nice of you!" You praised him.

Baby Jinnie held her fists up and blinked her eyes at him, "Looks like your sister wants a hug," you told him.

Little Chan hesitated at first but brought her close enough to hug her by lowering his head to her.

You cooed looking at a heartwarming moment and quickly took a picture, "she's so cuddly, right?"

He nodded and turned his head at you with eyes glossed like two clear marbles.

He looked so in love, mesmerized by his baby sister.

"You are mommy's sweetest boy," you praised him again and bit back your tears by swallowing them down your throat, feeling blessed to have a child like him.

He giggled then continued to admire his baby sister, holding her little hands, giggling and mumbling words to her.

"You raise him well," Chan whispered to you along with a kiss on the cheek.

"And we'll keep raising them well together," you added, then took his hand and laced it, feeling hopeful of your future together.

-

Chan always misses baby Jinnie, especially when he's away from her.

What kind of magic spell that he caught from her? All he knows, it is a strong, overpowering one.

When he got home, the first thing he did was check on her that he forgot to kiss you as he usually do whenever he comes home.

"Welcome home, Jinnie's daddy," you said with a thin smile.

He chuckled because he was aware of his mistake, he came up to you and made up to you with a long kiss on the lips.

"I miss you," he said to the crook of your neck.

"Are you sure you miss me?"

"I miss my family so much," he replied.

You chuckled then slowly let go of his hold, "can you stay with her? I need to shower," you said.

"Of course! Take your time," he said to you.

Chan stayed in the bedroom holding baby Jinnie until he fell asleep on the bed together with her.

You moved the baby and put her in the crib while still dressed in your bathrobe.

Chan jolted awake, blinking his eyes to push the sleep away from his eyes.

"I didn't mean to sleep," he quickly said.

You waved him off, "it's okay. I fed her full so she'll be sleeping well," you told him.

It felt like forever that he hadn't spoiled you as you deserved, paying attention to you, especially now that you took care of two children, and barely have time for yourself.

Chan sat up on the bed with his feet on the edge of the bed, "come here, let me do it for you," he said, gesturing to the towel, and offering to dry your hair.

You sat on his lap, facing to the side while he used the towel to gently dry your hair with it.

"How's your day, baby daddy?" You asked him, looped an arm around him.

"Tiring, but once I looked at my baby girl, it's magically vanished," he answered.

It amazed him that with just one look at his baby girl, all of the bad of his day vanished in a second.

"You worked so hard," you said to him, then pressed a kiss on his lips.

Your bathrobe slid to the side, exposing one side of your shoulder and breast. He swallowed air looking at your swollen breast, full of breastmilk.

He tossed the towel away and shifted you on his lap, making you straddle him with your legs on each side of him.

He brought you close by your chin and then kissed you, kisses with tongues and teeth clashed together.

You sensed his neediness right away as his hands quietly untied your bathrobe, and slid it off your body until it pooled around your waist.

He dragged his mouth down your neck, and you closed your eyes at the heating of your body, burning with desire.

His hot mouth rushed to your breast, placing kisses on the flesh then hastily took your nipple in his mouth.

He had been curious to find out the taste of your breastmilk, and his head went haywire when he finally got to taste it.

He softly sucked on the bud until drops of breastmilk came out that he could taste on his tongue.

He opened his mouth wider, and greedily took more of your breast before started sucking on the breast again, feeding on your breastmilk.

It aroused you somehow that you slowly grind on him, your bare crotch seeking friction on his lap with your hands on his shoulders.

He let go of his breast once he got full, a drop of milk rolled down your breast, which he quickly licked, didn't want it to go to waste.

"You taste so good," he said to you with clouded eyes.

You didn't get a chance to answer him because he took your other breast into his mouth, and sucked harder on it once he knew how good it tasted.

"You're so greedy, daddy!" You softly moaned and tried to keep it low not wake the baby up.

You looked down at his lips wrapped around your nipple and hummed, "not saving any for your daughter, mmh?"

He grinned at you with your nipple tugged between his teeth, "just a little bit more," he pleaded.

He took your nipple again, drinking in the milk, and swallowed them down his throat, you could see his Adam's apple bobbed.

He gasped the moment he let go of your breast, a drop of milk escaped the corner of his mouth, and you quickly wiped it with your thumb.

"My big baby," you poked fun at him.

"No wonder our baby likes it so much," he murmured to you with a sigh.

Without warning, he lay you down on the bed, and took the bathrobe off of you, tossed it onto the floor.

"I gave birth twice, Chan, my body changed a lot," you informed him, your legs crossed at the knees, self-conscious of its appearance.

He took your hand and put it on the bulge poked against his dark jeans, "but why does it entice me the same, mmh?" He asked you.

"Jinnie's mommy," he softly called you with a seductive smile.

"You're so hot," he said to you with a hand tracing the valley of your breasts.

You unbuttoned his shirt, and he eventually took it off for you so you could run your hands down his chest just how you like.

"You're just as hot, Jinnie's daddy," you teased back.

He lowered his mouth on you, burying his head in your neck and peppering the skin with feather-like kisses that made you flutter inside.

"You'd better keep it low," you warned him.

But that warning was supposed to be aimed at yourself, couldn't contain your moans that Chan had to shut you up with his kisses.

He deeply groaned and pushed all of his lengths inside you until the tip touched something he knew would bring you so much pleasure.

Your mouth agape, about letting out a loud moan but hurriedly pulled Chan's head for a kiss to muffle it.

"You feel so, so good," he murmured to your ear, lips brushing the shell of your ear when he spoke.

Propping his hands on each side of you as his hips didn't stop motioning in and out of you at a steady pace.

"I want to keep making babies with you," He said to you with a hand rested on your stomach.

"I want you to be the mother of all of my children," he said between his low grunts.

"I want to make a big family with you,"

All of his words only sent you closing into your high, eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body took all of his hard thrusts.

You bit the back of your hand to shut yourself up, biting on the flesh as you relish the euphoric feeling of coming to your release.

It took just a few more hard thrusts for Chan to finally cum, quickly pulled out of you, and unloaded his seed on your stomach, afraid that he might impregnate you again without earning your consent.

He kissed you before falling next to you on the bed, kissing you down until you both gained your composure back.

He cleaned you up real quick, putting his shirt on you after so you could lay down on the bed. He climbed back onto the bed after putting sweatpants on and scooted closer to cuddle you.

"You'll always be my favorite girl," he said to you as he spooned you from behind, hands wrapped around your body.

"You're only saying it now," you said back to him with a pout, "you'll forget about it once your daughter wakes up," you added.

He kissed your pout, then laughed, "are you that jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," you denied once again.

He tickled you until you burst out laughing, "you're going to wake baby Jinnie," he said to you to your growing laughter.

"Stop tickling!"

"No, I won't," he said.

"So mature of you!" You sneered at him between your giggles.

He tightened his hold around you, not willing to let go, and pressed more kisses on your face and neck, making you giggle even more as he buried his nose deeper into your neck.

"You're my number one favorite girl," he whispered to you along with a slobbering kiss on your cheek with his hand across your chest.

"Baby Jinnie is close on the second," he added.

You lightly elbowed him on the stomach, "how could you do that to your daughter, she should come first,"

Chan yelped and held you tight, "no, you're my number one, and that's final,"

You secretly smiled at his words and let him hold you tight the whole night until you fell asleep.

-

Chan was still reeling, pinching himself whenever he felt like life was too good to be true.

He got you, the best girlfriend he could ask for, he got little Chan and baby Jinnie, his wonderful kids and he made a home in all these people.

He felt like missing something if any of you wasn't present in his life as each one of you holds a piece of him inside of you, making you three the only ones who are capable to piece him back together when he falls apart.

Time flies so fast when each day holds the fondest memories that he'll treasure forever.

The next thing he knew, baby Jinnie crawled on the bed and tried to wake him up by climbing his back, drooling on his bare skin while you were watching from across the bed, laughing.

"Say, 'Daddy, wake up!'," You told baby Jinnie who only looked up to you, didn't understand any words you said to her.

Chan smiled into his pillow and slowly lifted his body along with baby Jinnie on his back, making her squeal but quick to catch her before she fell to the side.

"Daddy is awake! Daddy is awake!" He told the little girl and held her by the waist, sat her down on her stomach.

"You planned this, but you're the only one waking up late," you told him.

Chan rubbed the sleep off his eyes, then looked at you, "at least give me a morning kiss before you scold me," he said with a voice tinted with sleep.

You couldn't say no when you were also yearning for his kisses, leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

Little Chan came to the room, dragging you by the hand to come with him to his bedroom.

"Hurry up! The kids are getting impatient," you told him before leaving the room.

The picnic was his idea.

He wanted to have a nice day out with you before the summer ended. You packed lunches and everything for the day since the night before.

One of his songs was playing on the radio during the ride to the place you were going.

"Did you notice something?" He asked with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh.

"What?"

"Hear something?" He asked again.

You gave him a confused look, "your song?"

He glared and frowned, "you didn't hear it?"

"What?"

He sighed, "there's Jinnie's heartbeat in the song,"

You tipped your head to the side and intently listened to the song, "wait, wait, how come I never noticed it before?" You asked in surprise.

"You lost 10 brownie points already from not giving me a proper morning kiss, and you lost another 10 points for not recognizing your own daughter's heartbeat. I can tell baby Jinnie is going to win today," he said to you.

He had fun playing this game where you compete with baby Jinnie to be his favorite girl of the day, the one who gets the most brownie points from him wins it.

It was all for fun, of course, you had fun listening to him listing all the good you did to amuse him that day to win it.

"You won today because you looked so hot in that dress today. I can't stop staring," he once said.

"Baby Jinnie won today because she didn't fuss when I took her to the doctor today,"

"You won for the whole week because come on! Last night earned you a thousand brownie points," he said with a sly smile.

Then there was an absurd reason like,

"Baby Jinnie liked it more when I'm the one giving her a bath, and mommy lost 10 points for that, so she won by 5 points," he said, making that day the most unfair judgment you ever got.

Chan looked at her through the rearview mirror, "Baby Jinnie, you won Daddy's favorite girl of the day again!" He said to the baby girl who lay inside her baby seat, sucking on a pacifier.

You scoffed at him, "but it's only 10 am," you said to him.

"Sorry, it's final!" He said to you with a dead stare.

You watched Chan and little Chan playing soccer ball on the field while you and baby Jinnie sat on the picnic mat with her on your lap, munching on a piece of strawberry.

"Lunchtime, you guys!" You shouted at them and then started spreading out the packed lunch boxes you had prepared for them on the picnic mat.

They both raced in your direction, little Chan panted as the winner who arrived first to you, you quickly handed him a bottle of water.

"Come sit next to mommy," you ordered, patting the space next to you.

Chan helped you prep the lunch, and you sat baby Jinnie between your legs, letting her rest her back on your chest and play with her milk bottle.

"I've been thinking of something," he said as he sat next to little Chan and helped him pick up sausage with a fork.

"I know what you're trying to say, baby, I know," you said, already guessing what he was trying to say, and he had said at least more than ten times already.

"Listen to me first!" he insisted, half laughing.

"Okay, okay," you said, shoving a sliced apple into your mouth.

"Let's get married!" He said, as clear as the sky and as loud as the cicadas buzzing in the trees.

You stared at him, looked him dead in the eyes.

"Your mom is subtly threatening me to marry you as soon as possible," he said.

He understood by now that the true reason you kept rejecting was not that you didn't want to, you were just not ready yet.

"Then marry her, and maybe she'll stop threatening you," you joked.

"I would, but I'm scared of your dad," he joked back.

Chan shoved a piece of omelet into his mouth, "okay then I have another proposal," he announced.

You could tell what he was going to say next.

"Let's have another child," he said.

You scoffed and glared at him again, "Baby Jinnie is barely a year old," widened your eyes at him.

"But think about this, if one day little Chan and baby Jinnie fought, there should be someone who breaks the fight,"

"It's one of us who should do it," you lightly answered.

"But what if we need to vote for something, there are four of us. What if we get an even result? We need another one!" He passionately explained.

You sighed and wiped baby Jinnie's mouth as the juice from the strawberry made a mess on her mouth.

"I'm thinking of a baby brother," he said like he could imagine the baby already.

You grabbed his hand to calm him down, "let's take our time, okay?" You reminded him.

"I want to get married and have another child with you. I do!" You assured him.

"But let's just take our time, enjoy the present, and we can talk about it again when we're both ready," you softly spoke to him.

He smiled at you and understood the reason why you were so adamant about all of his proposals.

"You're right, let's take our time," he said with a smile that grew wider and brighter the longer he stared at you.

You continued having the meals together, enjoying the sunny weather and the warm breeze, baby Jinnie got amazed by a butterfly flying around her head.

"I honestly have another proposal," he suddenly said with a grimace.

You winced at him and sighed in defeat.

"Let's adopt a dog," he suggested.

"Puppy!" Little Chan shouted in excitement at the mention of dogs, you knew he always wanted one, but you relented because he wasn't old enough to take care of one.

"Do you want a puppy?" You asked him.

Little Chan eagerly nodded.

"What about baby Jinnie?" You asked as you lifted the baby girl and looked at her, with strawberry juice painted on her face.

"Come on, mommy, don't be so stiff!" Chan said with pouty lips, teasing you.

He made little Chan do the same puppy eyes with their lower lips jutting out at you, making you couldn't resist both of them.

"Mommy, please?" Little Chan said, and it moved your heart in an instant.

"But you promise mommy to take care of it well, okay?"

He giggled then shouted something in enthusiasm, "yes, yes yes," he said repeatedly.

"Okay then, a puppy!" You said while looking at Chan in the eyes, finally agreed on his last proposal.

Chan and little Chan shouted in celebration and simultaneously planted a kiss on both of your cheeks, leaving wet marks from their slobbering, triumphant kisses.

And that's how your family got bigger.

It was like a big one cliché, a poster family that consists of a dad, a mum, two kids, and a dog. You couldn't tell if you were as happy as any other family, but you never followed anyone's standard from day one.

You measured happiness by your own standard, and this is it.

Another star just aligned with yours, connected them with the other, creating the most beautiful constellations on the night of your sky.

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❝𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞?❞

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Strong language, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and tension, themes of unrequited love, FWB arrangement, themes of casual sex and promiscuity, fingering, g-spot orgasm, oral sex, mutual casual hook-ups, drinking and bad decisions, miscommunication, belated realisations, confessions, themes of insecurities and self-love, references to mental health and instability, strong adult themes throughout.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Part 6/7 of Unrequited, 2022 rewrite. See Part I for story description.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Self-insert, female reader x Lee Know | Self-insert, female reader x Hyunjin

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕: Part I | Contents List | Unmatched

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: © May 2022 by jl-micasea

Over the years, you’ve heard people talk of how love and relationships are such a fine thing.

Of how love – even when it’s unreciprocated – gives people purpose and allows them to flourish into better beings, more noble and selfless than they ever hoped to be.

If you could speak to those people now, you’d tell them they’re dead fucking wrong. You’d tell them they don’t know a damn thing, because your experience with love has been vastly different.

All you know of it is the pain it brings.

The way it throws you from pillar to post, minute by minute, dunking you in the deep end of emotions without a float. Love has been needlessly cruel to you, you feel, because it snuck into your system and infected you without warning, thrumming desperately for the one person it shouldn’t have.

Love has strung you up and hung you out to dry, left you a wreck of who you once were.

And yet – you’ve never felt more alive.

Between the mess of emotion wrought on you through Minho’s kiss and the piteous wallowing that followed, every nerve in your body has been jolted to attention. The memory of his warmth, his taste and touch replays like a broken VHS tape in your mind, providing reminder after unwanted reminder that his kiss was everything you ever needed. You dare to imagine what it might be like to be kissed by him like that every day – would the passion wane, or hold up as time passed?

You’ll never find out, you know.

And so, in true, sad singleton fashion, a fresh bottle of wine and bubbling hot bath are the only things that stand a chance of salvaging you now.

Sinking into the scalding, lavender scented water, you puff through the bubbles that gather on your chest, watching the white scattering flit away. Reaching mindlessly for your wine glass, you hitch up only high enough to take a decent sip, missing several drops that trickle down your chin and humming around the dry sweet liquid.

The peace is nice, you decide. Needed.

And it lasts all of several minutes before your anxiety starts recalling memory after listless memory, a veritable PowerPoint presentation titled; ‘all the reasons we love Lee Minho but can never tell him’.

Amber hued images of long, summer night drives in his decrepit, beaten-up Plymouth. The thrill of ditching class and the solitude of the road, the hazy buzz of Minho’s last joint in the air. Whitesnake croaks through the static radio, Minho cranks it up and taps the wheel in tandem with the drums. He sings, smiles, nudges you to sing right along with him, loser, and you weren’t ever able to back down from that invitation. He’s at peace. You’re right at home with him. Off-pitch and out of tune, your voices carry over the dusty breeze that flutters in through the open car windows, accompanies the stuttering hum of the old engine. The setting sun on your skin warms you through, highlights Minho’s hair a shade of off-caramel. He’s so handsome – he knows it, too. Always has.

It’s one of a hundred memories that tell the story of how you fell in love with him, so hard and so fast you suppose you never really stood a chance.

One of a hundred memories that makes you weep quietly, as you realise how broken things have become.

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STARS ALIGNED.

PART III

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I / Part II

Author's note: Good news is it's both spicy and cute! Bad news is there's only one part left!

At first, you doubted your capability of being a mother.

But since little Chan came into the world, he changed your perceptions about a lot of things, that includes having another child.

The you from three years ago wouldn’t have thought you would want another child, she must be laughing at you right now.

But it wasn’t an urge, you genuinely wanted another child, to raise another one, a sibling for little Chan, and expand your little family because you knew how lonely it was being an only child.

And Chan… he’s amazing. He couldn’t be a more perfect dad for your child. He’s compassionate, thoughtful, and hardworking, he’s everything good in a person.

The way he treated little Chan like his own son won you over almost instantly.

Every moment you witnessed of Chan and little Chan spending time together made it easy for you to picture Chan having his own child, the pictures were all lovely in your head.

The conclusion is he would make a great dad.

You’ve been standing by the doorway of little Chan’s bedroom, looking at him watching little Chan sleeping in his crib as if he was hypnotized by how peacefully he looked while sleeping.

You came up to him, stood next to him, and watched little Chan sleeping, lying on his side with the wolfchan plushie next to him.

“It’s so calming watching him sleeping,” he softly muttered, keeping his voice low to not wake little Chan.

You put a hand on the small of his back, and he put an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Chan…” you softly called him.

“Yeah?” he turned his head at you, eyes endearingly gazing at you.

“I’m ready,” you said despite the sheer doubt that you could carry the task.

It took him a moment to understand your words, “Have you thought about it well?” he asked.

You nodded, “I’m ready,” you said, but more like you convinced yourself. There was a slight fear of you not being able to fulfill his wish because he wanted it so much, and it shows.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, turning your body to face him.

You looked up at him and put your hands around his waist, “yes, I’m sure,”

“I don’t want to pressure you. And you can always tell me if you need more time,” he said as he put his hand on your cheek, gently rubbing the skin with his thumb.

You nuzzled your head into his palm, “now is perfect,” you told him while looking into his eyes.

A smile rose on his cheeks like a sun rising on the horizon, he then leaned in and kissed you ever so softly, “you are perfect,” he muttered.

He hugged you, enveloping your body in his warmth with his hand cradled your head with so much affection.

“You make me the happiest man even just by saying yes,” he murmured to you with his mouth on the top of your head.

And you felt so loved.

Not only that, you felt braver knowing that you weren’t alone in this. No matter how hard it can be, you’ll always have each other.

-

You went to the doctor at the end of the week, and Chan couldn't go with you even though he insisted, but he reminded himself that he wanted to protect your privacy more than his so he decided not to go as you asked him to.

He stayed home with little Chan and played in the tent they built together two days ago.

You came back with lunch and had the meals together on the dining table. Chan did the dishes while you went to change your clothes because it smelled like a hospital.

Little Chan fell asleep on the sofa while clutching his toy, and Chan carefully lifted him, moved him to his bedroom, and slowly lay him down in his crib.

He dimmed the light of his bedroom and then left the room but kept the door slightly ajar.

You were buttoning your dress when he entered the bedroom, he went to hug you from the back and then gave your neck a quick peck, "so, how's the trip to the hospital?"

"I spent like a good one hour in the waiting room," you lightly answered.

You put your hands on him as you looked at the mirror to check if you looked okay, "and I'm officially off of birth control now," you announced.

“Oh?” He lowly exclaimed.

It excited him in an inexplicably way. Just the thought that he could impregnate you got him so hard that he unconsciously pressed his hard-on against your backside.

"Should we try it now?" He asked.

You laughed then let go of his hands, went to pick up the dirty laundry on the bed, tossed it into the laundry basket.

"No?" He meekly asked you.

"Wait, you're asking for real?" You asked back.

It was only a few minutes ago that you put on the dress, and Chan took it off again a few minutes later, it lays on your bedroom floor along with his clothes.

You were lying on your bed, head on the pillow and legs spread out for him.

While Chan kneeling on the bed, holding your legs as he was thrusting into you. He squeezed your breast as he quickened the pace with your moans growing louder and bouncing against the walls of your bedroom.

He looked at you with your mouth parted open, and eyes screwed shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

It riled him in the best way, especially knowing that he could get you pregnant now that you were off birth control.

You were cumming around him a few seconds ago, and he was thankful because he couldn't hold himself anymore from climaxing, he cum inside you the moment he let himself loose.

He rubbed your stomach as he pushed his cock deep inside you, and released all of his seed inside, hoping that it would be enough to get you knocked up.

"Take all of me, baby," he sweetly said to you as he made slow, gentle rubs on your stomach.

"I can't wait to see you carrying our child," he said to you, again he wouldn't stop blushing at the mention of the words 'our child'.

You softly smiled at him while taking his hand in yours, "I love you," you muttered to him.

And he would never get used to you saying those three words to him, it never failed to make the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach.

"I love you so much, angel," he responded, then lowered himself on top of you, kissed you so deep without pulling out of you.

 -

Chan truly enjoyed the process of getting you pregnant.

He didn't miss on the chance to tease you by saying cheesy things like "let's make a baby brother for little Chan", "I think little Chan would love a baby girl as well", or "I can't wait to see you with a baby bump," while caressing your stomach even though they were bloated from all the food that he bought for you because keeping you healthy was his top priority.

"Chan, at this point, you'll make me gain weight, not pregnant," you said to him.

"I don't mind seeing you gain a few pounds. I think you would look hotter," he said with a flirty wink.

You scoffed, "wow, calm down there mister," you told him.

He also enjoyed spoiling you and taking care of you, he loved it because you were always the one doing it to him.

The idea of returning the favor to you made him feel happy, ecstatic even.

But what he truly enjoyed was making love to you, making love that was more than just pleasure but to create a life together.

He made sure you always consented and were not tired, not overdoing yourself just because he wanted it, ultimately, he didn't want to pressure you to do it.

He wanted everything about the process pleasant for both of you.

It had been a month now, but there was no result.

You even have pregnancy tests ready at home and took one by the end of the month, but the result was still negative.

You ended up having your period instead.

Chan helped you soothe the period cramps by rubbing your back with his warm hand.

"Hey, don't be sad," you said as you tapped his cheek, and snapped him out of his daze.

"This doesn't always mean there's something wrong with us," you assured him.

He smiled at you, feeling ashamed that he should be the one comforting you, not the other way around."We can always keep trying," you added to him.

He smiled again, "that should be my lines, don't you think?"

You chuckled, "you looked a little.... disappointed," you admitted.

"I'm not," he calmly denied.

"I just... I wonder if I ask too much of you," he said to you.

You eagerly shook your head, hardly refusing his words.

"I want this as much as you do," you convinced him as you hugged him tight on the bed.

"I love you," you muttered to him, somehow you were getting clingy the longer you spent so much time with him.

"I love you so much, baby," he pressed a long kiss on your forehead.

"I love you," he said again this time kissing you on the lips, then continued rubbing your back with his big hand.

-

Chan was at his studio when all of sudden you sent him a photo, a calendar with a few dates circled with red markers.

What is this? Are you taking days off of work?

He asked in the text, late to reply since the one you sent was from an hour ago.

Those are my fertile period.

You answered in a reply to his text.

Chan got to open Google to search what that means, he knew that it got something to do with the pregnancy plan, but he wanted to know about the detail. After jumping from one article to another, he got it that those are the times women are at their most fertile.

Are you suggesting that we should have sex for all those six days?

What do you think?

Are you really asking for my opinions?

He replied with a sly grin painted his face and stared at his phone as if that would help get a faster reply from you.

I was wrong to ask you that.

He laughed and that he knew what you meant by it. He could also imagine the expression your face made when he read the message.

My opinion is I think we should make babies every day.

He stuck his tongue out when pressed the send button, feeling a little mischievous in teasing you.

Forget about me asking your opinion.

Wear that red night dress tonight, and maybe I'll have a different opinion.

Nice try, have a good day at work.

When he came home that night, he got presented with a better view than you in that red nightdress. It was you sleeping naked on the bed, covered by the white duvet from your chest down.

It was indeed a delightful surprise that his cock twitched inside his jeans, he didn't hold himself back to roam your body freely with his impatient hands. He grabbed your chin then turned your head to his, captured your lips in his, waking you up with an electrifying kiss.

You smiled before opening your eyes, knowing that it was him who that capable to kiss you so hard yet so tenderly like that.

"I've been waiting for you," you sleepily said to him with half-shut eyes.

He smiled looking at you talking to him, slurring your words that you barely kept your eyes open.

"I'm here now," he said to you and gave your lips a quick kiss.

You looped your hands around his neck and didn't do anything but pulled him closer.

He caressed your head affectionately, "go back to sleep," he told you.

You hummed in respond then went back to sleep almost instantly.

No matter how much he wanted to touch you, make love to you for your body enticed him so much that he could feel his jeans tightened at your naked body under the duvet, he resisted the urge.

He consoled himself by placing gentle touches on you, admiring your soft skin with his hands and lips.

He never got tired of asking himself if he really deserved you, your beauty is beyond physical. Your personality, your attitude even the way you talk, is always tinted with warmth in them.

He pressed a long kiss on your temple, "Goodnight, love," he whispered to you.

In the middle of the night, it was your turn to get needy for him, touching his bare skin under the duvet, feeling taut of his abs muscles.

You kissed his slightly pouty lips and watched how he reacted, he just stirred a little bit in his sleep.

You gleefully smiled, scooted closer to him, overlapped his body with yours, propped an elbow to support your chin, and watch him sleeping peacefully.

"Hey Chan, wake up!" You softly called him out while tracing his jaw with your index finger.

You brought your mouth close enough to his ear, "I thought we're going to make a little brother for little Chan," you whispered.

All of a sudden, his arms wrapped around you, and brought your body on top of him, "I told you, he wants a little sister too," he said to you.

You chuckled at him, lowering your mouth on him, and let the kiss take things further.

You slid yourself down on him, let out a long moan until he fully buried inside you, then hummed in delight as you seated on him.

Chan glided his hands down your side, lower and lower until they landed on the curve of your ass and didn't hesitate to knead the flesh.

He whimpered when you slowly rolled your hips.

“Mommy!” he suddenly called you in a low voice.

You hesitated to answer his call, “yes, baby,” you answered like you would answer to little Chan calling you like that.

“You’re so hot, mommy,” he breathless said, his fingers clawing your thighs.

You shot him a seductive smile and lay your hands flat on his chest once you began moving against him.

“You feel so good, mommy,” he said to you, hissing through his gritted teeth out of pleasure.

You lowered yourself to kiss him and shuddered when your nipples grazed his chest he took your breasts in his mouth with your hands propped on each side of his head.

You let him sucked on your breasts like you were breastfeeding him, “You like that, baby?” you sweetly asked him.

He gasped as he let go from sucking your breast, with a string of his saliva still connected with your swollen nipple.

"I can't wait to see these breasts filled with milk," he said to you with his eyes snapped at you.

He took the other breast into his mouth and sucked on your nipple.

“I want to taste it. I want to taste you,” he said with a sly grin.

You giggled at his odd craving and kissed him again.

He bucked his hips to meet your thrust while mouth busily sucking on your breast again, humming with his lips wrapped around your nipple.

You fisted the sheet while kept moving on him and with all these stimulations going all at once, your climax coming close in no time.

He gripped your ribcage as he sucked on the flesh of your breast, making a mark there.

The pain and pleasure blur into one.

You went on a relentless pace to finally climaxed, collapsed on top of him, and he caught you right into his embrace. He cuddled you, kissing the side of your face then flipped you over, and pinned you to the bed without pulling out.

But once he kneeled on the bed, he slowly pulled out, then pushed it back inside you.

The sensation of having him filled you whole never ceases to amaze him.

He pushed in so deep that you gasped.

"Oh my God," you cried out.

Chan got panic that he abruptly stopped, "are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You cried out again, "I feel something," you said, then followed by a few loud moans.

It seemed like you were deep in pleasure to remind yourself to try and not wake little Chan up in the next room.

"Keep pushing," you told him.

He did what you told him, pushing his cock deeper inside you and you cried out again.

"Oh fuck," you cursed.

And he never heard you curse that loud.

He saw your hand reach down to your abdomen, and that was when he noticed that there was a bulge formed on your lower abdomen.

It took him a moment to realize that it was his cock that protruded from the inside of your abdomen.

Chan felt a surge of adrenaline, a new kind of rush that he never felt before. This aroused him more than it did to you, especially seeing you enjoying it.

He pulled just enough to jam it inside again and watched as his cock made a bulge on your abdomen, "oh fuck," he cursed.

And you never heard him curse out loud like that.

A tear rolled down the corner of your eyes as you kept squirming on the bed.

Chan started slowly, eyes locked to where his cock buried inside how and how the tip of his cock felt something inside of you that touches you on the newly discovered spot.

Your body shook after a moment, you clutched his arm when you had your second orgasm of the night.

It was so intense, the burning sensation that spread out from your abdomen to all over your body made you tense, then loosen in the minute.

Chan couldn't contain himself as well, he cum just from watching his cock making a bulge against your abdomen and saw you crying from the pleasure he brought on you.

He kept his length inside you to milk every last drop of his cum inside and hoped that would be enough to impregnate you.

He kissed down your neck while you held him, "I love you," he said when his mouth met your ear.

"I love you," you breathlessly said, then searched for his mouth for a kiss, but you were too fucked out and ended up kissing his jaw.

You scrambled to get off the bed the next morning, knowing that you woke up late to make breakfast for little Chan. You put on anything the closest to you on the bed and found Chan's hooded sweater on the floor.

You ran out of the room and sighed in relief to find Chan was in the kitchen, and little Chan was playing in the living room with the cartoon playing on the TV.

You went to give little Chan a quick kiss on the top of his head and ruffled his bedhead, "Morning mommy's sweet boy," you hummed against his head, but he was too busy playing with his toy to answer you.

You walked up to the kitchen, hugging yourself, aware that you got nothing on but your underwear underneath the hooded sweater that you were wearing.

"Hey, good morning," he greeted you the moment he saw you coming up to him.

You went to hug him, burying your head in his chest, "you didn't wake me up," you grumbled.

He kissed your forehead, "it's okay. I can handle breakfast, and you can rest a little bit more," he said to you.

You looked up at him and smiled, thankful that you could rely on him for almost everything.

"Why don't you sit, and I'll get you your breakfast?" He suggested with a hand rubbing the small of your back.

"Okay," you answered.

"Wait," he stopped you from going to the dining table.

"Yeah?"

He put his hands around you, "you haven't greeted me back," he said.

You cracked a smile, "good morning," you greeted.

He smiled back, then gave you a long peck on the lips with his hands went lower to your backside, and didn't stop himself from squeezing your asscheek, making you jolted on your feet.

Then he let go of you almost immediately, "I'll make you a good breakfast," he said with a sly smile.

He served you a plate of breakfast and then sat next to you on the dining table while watching little Chan playing on the carpeted floor in the living room.

"What's your plan for today?" You asked.

"I have to go in a bit," he answered.

You nodded at him while scooping some of the oatmeal with your spoon.

"What about you?" He asked you back while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm going to take little Chan on a playdate," you answered.

"With who?"

"My friend at work has twin girls," you replied, taking a sip of your juice.

Chan put on a mischievous smile, "I think having twins would be nice," he said to you.

You let out a mix of sighs and a smile but did not saying anything.

He put a hand on your stomach, "a twin of a boy and girl would be really, really nice," he said again, this time gently rubbing your stomach.

You looked at him, smiling with dreamy eyes, and you believed he was imagining what it would be like having a twin with you.

You unconsciously smile along with him.

Little Chan was fussing about something and began to throw his toys away, you got up from your chair, but he stopped you.

"Enjoy your breakfast, I'll play with him," he ordered, then left you alone on the dining table.

When you looked at him, playing with your son, and thoroughly enjoying the role that he put himself in, whatever that is, you realized that your little family becomes whole since he came into your life.

Not that you felt like you were missing something, you have enough of everything even though it was nothing close to perfect.

But somehow, everything just clicked with him.

And it makes you want to give him everything he wants.

You put one hand on your stomach and wished that you can give him what he wanted the most.

-

But it seemed like you have to put a halt on the baby plan.

Chan had been extremely busy that he couldn't come home for days.

You also couldn't keep things on track anymore since you asked to be fully working at home started next month.

To do that, you had to finish some work way earlier before its deadlines and did important meetings.

Lately, when you came home, you got sad to find little Chan was already sleeping in his bedroom.

It made you feel guilty, not being able to spend proper time with him and being present in his life.

"I'm sorry, mommy got busy," you said to the sleeping child while kneeling next to his crib, softly brushing his hair with your fingertips.

You called Chan on the phone before you went to bed, "Hey, what are you doing?" You asked the moment he picked up your call.

"I'm still in the studio," he answered.

"You're not sleeping yet, baby?"

You shook your head, "no," you shortly replied.

Chan got quiet for a while, "what is it? You sound so sad, mmh? Tell me," he said to you.

And it all came out just like that, you were so used to keeping it yourself but now that someone could recognize the concerns without you telling him first made you feel so seen.

"Why are you crying?" He sadly asked you.

"What makes you so sad? Tell me, baby,"

"It's just that..." you paused to take a deep breath to calm you down, "I've been spending less and less time with little Chan," you explained.

Your cheeks were wet with tears despite you kept wiping them with the back of your hand, "I feel like I'm not doing my job as a mother," you explained more with a trembling voice.

"Why would you say that?" He said to you with disbelief.

"I've seen you, watched you being nothing but a good mother to your son," he assured you, "there's no perfect mother, but I can assure you that you're doing a wonderful job as a mother,"

More tears stream down your face as you listen to his words, feeling grateful for him saying things that you needed to hear.

"He loves you so much, and you know how I know that? Because one day he will look back and see all these things you've done for him," He said to you.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," he added with an inaudible sigh.

 "Okay," you stuttered your answer from the tears clogging your throat.

"I'll come home soon," he promised.

"It's okay, take your time and finish your job," you told him, reaching for tissues and dabbing your eyes to absorb the tears.

"Yes, and I'll come home to you soon," he added.

"Go to sleep, have a rest," he suggested.

"I love you,"

"I love you," you said back before finally hanging up the call.

You went to sleep carrying his words in your head that successfully put your mind at ease.

He came the next morning, you snuggled up with him on the sofa while watching little Chan playing on the carpeted floor. He held you close and got sad seeing you with your puffy eyes from crying last night.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You weakly nodded with your head rested on his shoulder.

"It crossed my mind if I'd be able to be a good mother to our child later," your own words made you sad again that tears started welling up in your eyes.

He roughly squeezed your elbow as if he strongly disagreed with your remark, "Hey, don't say that!"

He cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to look at him, "I chose you because I love you. I want to have another part of you that I could love," he said to you, his thumb softly rubbing your cheekbone.

"And you're going to be a great mother like you already are for Chan," he kissed your lips ever so softly like you would lick your ice cream.

"Is it because of the pregnancy plan? Did it make you anxious? Are you feel pressured by it?"

You sternly denied him, "No, definitely not," you replied.

"Let's not think too much about it," he said, moving his hand to caress your head.

"We'll keep trying, but I don't want you to think too much about it," he corrected it.

You understood his request, that he didn’t want you to stress about the pregnancy plan and put a lot of bad thoughts in your head.

"Okay," you agreed.

"Chan, mommy is sad," he said to the child, who perked his head up at him, "why don't you hug mommy?" Chan asked him.

Little Chan slowly got up from the floor and then walked up to you, struggling to climb onto the sofa, and you helped him by holding his hand.

He threw himself at you, hugging you, and rested his head on your shoulder.

Chan smiled at you, "see? You are so loved," he said to you while squeezing your shoulder.

He wiped the tears on the corner of your eyes with his thumb, "we love you so much," he said to you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he put an arm around you and one on little Chan's back, holding both of you on the sofa, huddled together to make you feel better.

"My boys are the sweetest," you cooed then planted a kiss on little Chan's forehead and gave Chan a quick kiss on the lips.

Your heart filled to the brim with so much love and gratitude, you promised yourself to never take them for granted ever again because they are the true blessings in your life.

"Let's go on a day out together once I'm done with work," he suggested with a grin, he shifted his head to little Chan, "where do you want to go, buddy?"

"Mommy shark!" He shouted his answer.

You burst out laughing because his answer didn't relate to his question.

"See mommy shark at the aquarium?" He asked him.

Little Chan nodded with a drool pooled on the corner of his mouth, "Mommy shark!" He shouted again then nuzzled his head at you.

-

On the day Chan finally have a little break from work, he went to your apartment, didn't hesitate to enter the passcode, and went inside.

He found a man sitting on the sofa with little Chan on his lap.

When he turned his face that was when he recognized him as little Chan's dad.

They exchanged glances for a moment until you came between them.

"I hope I packed everything," you exclaimed once you got out of little Chan's bedroom and were startled to find Chan was standing right outside little Chan's room.

"Oh hey," you said to him.

"Little Chan's dad is going to take him on a vacation until the end of the weekend," you informed him.

You pulled him by the hand to meet your ex-husband, "This is my boyfriend, Bangchan," you introduced him.

Chan didn't like the sound of you calling him 'boyfriend', it sounded so childish when he compared the word to 'ex-husband', or maybe it was the jealousy speaking.

"Oh, nice to finally meet you," he said before offering his hand for a handshake.

"I'm Lee," he introduced himself.

Chan knew that it was an evil thought that he wanted your ex-husband to be some kind of a jerk for divorcing you, instead of that, he met a nice guy who wasn't bad at all and looked good too.

Chan reminded himself that even though he didn't know him well, he is little Chan's father and had been a part of your life.

He took his hand and shook it, "Chan," he introduced himself.

"Is that how you guys bonded so fast? Because you both have the same name?" He poked fun at Chan with an attractive smile.

You lightly chuckled and put the duffel bag on the table, "here, I packed everything," you told him.

"You don't have to pack that many clothes," he said to you as he checked inside.

"Just in case," you said, then took little Chan from his lap.

You kissed both of his cheeks and held him, "mommy going to miss you," you said to him.

"Have fun with daddy, okay?" You said to him and boop his nose.

Little Chan giggled then kissed your cheek, putting his hands around you, and you thought he wanted to hug you, but his hands were actually reaching for Chan.

"Want to say bye to uncle Chan?" You asked.

Chan gladly took little Chan from you and held him, "we'll play again once you're back, okay?" He sweetly said to him, ruffling his head endearingly.

Little Chan's dad got up from the sofa and put the duffel bag on the threshold while waiting for little Chan saying bye to Chan.

Chan reluctantly let go of little Chan's hug and kissed his cheek, "bye, see you again!"

You both stood by the doorway and watched little Chan leaving with his dad while waving your hands at him until he was out of sight.

You hugged Chan who looked sad watching him go, "he'll be okay, he's with his dad," you told him.

He sighed, he couldn't disprove your words because he was indeed a little worried for him and he shouldn't be.

"I was planning on taking him to the aquarium as I promised," he told you.

"We can always go next time," you comforted him while rubbing up and down his arms.

He hugged you back, then kissed the top of your head.

"Let's go on a date," you asked him out of the blue.

"Tonight?"

You looked up at him, "you have a plan tonight?"

"No,"

"Then yes, tonight," you said with a smile.

He nodded in agreement, "that's a nice idea," he said.

You haven't gone on a date since that first date you had a few months back, mostly because he was busy and you only had time to spend time in your apartment.

You decided to put on the nicest dress, a skin-tight black dress with a nice plunging neckline and red high heels, let your hair down like the way he likes it.

He rang your doorbell at exactly 8 pm, and you excitedly opened the door, then subtly presented yourself to him.

His eyes traveled down your body, biting his lower lips when his eyes landed on your chest, then snapped back to meet your eyes.

He didn't mean for you to hear it, but you could hear him cursing under his breath.

"You're so gorgeous," he took your hand in his.

"Thank you," you said to him, closing the door of your apartment behind you.

You kept staring at him.

And couldn't stop staring.

He was wearing a plain black shirt, but why does it look so good on him?

You had seen him wearing black countless times, but you never got tired of how nicely the color enhanced his pale skin and bold facial features. And the way the shirt accentuated his broad shoulders made you squirm inside.

He reached for your hand on the table, intertwined his long fingers, and slipped them between yours while he was busy scanning the menu.

"What are you going to have for dinner?" He asked.

"You," you playfully answered.

He shot you a shy smile with eyes closed, "let's just have the same as the last time," he uggested once he collected himself but still flustered that he looked down at the table.

As you dug into your meals, you just noticed something because it flashed through your mind for a second.

"Oh my God," you gasped.

Chan got startled that he almost knocked off his glass of water, "what is it?"

"Did we miss our first anniversary?" You asked, slightly panicked.

His mouth hung open, "no, we didn't, it's next week," he said to you.

You sighed in relief and put a hand on your chest as if it would help you slow your heartbeats.

"I thought I missed it," you said to him, then picked up your cutlery.

After dinner, you took a little walk in the park, enjoying the last days of spring together even though the cherry blossom trees were almost balding.

Held hands, stopped a few times so he could take pictures of you, sat on a bench while looking up at the night sky, talked about random things, and sneaked a few kisses when no one was around.

On the way home, while watching him driving, you realized that he didn't talk about the pregnancy plan or mentioned anything about it. It scared you a little bit, thinking that he probably gave up on the idea so you came up with something to talk about it.

"I'm thinking of naming our child after a constellation. What do you think?" You asked him.

He hummed, thinking of an answer, "like what?"

"There are a few I have in mind," you said, squeezing his hand that was resting on your thigh, “Cassiopeia, Delphinus, Lyra, Pixys, Aquila, Carina, Phoenix," you listed the names of constellations that you remember from the top of your head.

He glanced at you with a sweet smile, "those are good," he commented.

"But of course, we still have a lot of time to decide on one," you said.

"Yes," he responded.

Your smile faded because he showed less enthusiasm than you expected so you dropped the topic.

He brought your hand close to his mouth, then kissed the back of your hand, "I can't wait to see our child, I bet they would be beautiful just like you," he said with a grin.

A smile rose on your face, you got happy that it excited him as much as it excited you, your heart swelled with so much affection towards him.

You held hands inside the elevator and once it arrived at your floor, he pushed you into the hall, then pinned you to the wall.

He kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue, and didn't stop kissing you before all of the oxygen in your lungs burned out.

"You have no idea how much I held myself back out there," he breathlessly said against your lips.

He hoisted your leg up, and you hooked it around him, "I want you so much," he said to you with so much need in them.

He took your hands and pinned them above your head, "I want to have you for myself," he said again, his eyes dark and heavy with lust.

He let go of your hands and put them around his neck, he lifted you.

"Let's go to your place," you said to him with eyes looking through your lashes.

He stared down at you, hands locked in your body against him.

"It sounds silly, but I want to spend a night at my boyfriend's house," you said to him with a shy smile.

He smiled back at you, "it's not silly, it sounds like a great idea," he said to you with a sly grin.

When he thought he couldn't be more aroused than seeing you in that skin-tight dress with your hair down like that, he took the dress off to find you wearing provocative lingerie underwear.

What evoked something primal inside him was the sight of your black stocking.

He took everything off of you except for that. He wanted to fuck you in it, feeling the roughness of the fabric brushing his skin as he made love to you with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He likes having you anywhere, you will always be enticing to him, but seeing you splayed naked on his bed, where he spent his time sleeping, dreaming about you, and sometimes, jerking off to the thought of you, hits differently.

And you were so vocal, you kept praising him, touching him with adoration in your eyes.

"Chan, you feel so good inside me," you cooed to him, holding his biceps as he thrusts deeper into you.

"You feel so good around me too," he said back to you.

You moaned, body writhed in pleasure, "oh my God," you muttered to yourself, clutching the side of the pillow.

You touched yourself, kneading your breasts and pinched your nipples for extra stimulation.

The lewd view sent him closer to the edge.

"Cum inside me," you told him.

His eyes searched for you then locked them with yours, "I'm going to fill you up, baby," he muttered to you.

The motions of his hips against you were rather slow but each thrust went harder and deeper than the previous.

He groaned as he cum inside you, watching his cum leaking out of you then pushed it back inside you with the tip of his cock, "keep it inside," he ordered.

He was nowhere near the finish, he was sticking to his words to fill you up with his cum, and made love to you again and again.

"I'm going to keep filling this sweet little cunt with my seed," his words only made you clench around him.

His hand firmly gripped your hips as he fucked you from behind.

"I'm going to breed," a hard thrust, "you," a harder thrust "so good," he finished with a strong thrust and kept pushing his cock deeper as it gets.

You cried with your mouth agape, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth and onto the pillow.

It was easy for Chan to get lost in pleasure like this, especially when pleasure mixed with the intention of getting you pregnant blurred into one but somehow drove him into overdrive.

He lifted you until your back hits his chest, holding you from collapsing back onto the bed by putting his strong arm around you.

"Gosh, I love you so much," he said with his cock twitched inside you, filling you full of his cum as he promised you.

His other hand roamed your slick body coated with a thin layer of sweat, "I can't wait to see you grow a baby bump," he said with a hand on your stomach.

His hand moved to cup your breast, "I want to see these breasts swell and filled with milk," he said to your ear, making you hum in pleasure.

You lolled your head to the back and let him kiss your exposed neck, too fucked out that you barely kept your eyes open anymore.

You didn't know how you fell asleep but it was the best sleep of your life, when you woke up, you felt so refreshed, a bit tired but energized.

Chan made a trail of kisses along your spine until his mouth met the nape of your neck, then placed a kiss on your cheek, "Good morning, beautiful," he said to you, knowing that you had woken up from your sleep.

You turned over on the bed to face him, "Good morning, my perfect man," you greeted back with a sleepy smile.

He got shy but took the compliment well, "I made breakfast," he informed you with his hand removing stray hair from covering your face.

"I hope you're hungry," he said, softly grazing the tip of his nose with yours.

"Famished," you replied.

He smiled then placed a soft kiss on your other cheek, "just wait here, we'll have breakfast on bed," he commanded.

"Sure," you responded with a smile and a peck on the lips.

And a day couldn't have a more perfect start than this.

-

After pushing the plan two weeks back, Chan could finally fulfill his promise to take little Chan to the aquarium. He excitedly showed him every animal inside the tanks, and little Chan couldn't stop shouting "Mommy shark" when Chan showed him the tanks filled with sharks.

You were feeling okay this morning, but somehow your body turned against you, broke into a cold sweat, and you got a slight headache.

You kept a straight face, didn't want to ruin their joyful time together, and took their pictures once in a while, laughing at how Chan once again tirelessly taught him how to pronounce 'manatee'.

"Chan, he's only two years old," you reminded him with a laugh.

"Yes, I know," he said with a defeated sigh.

He pulled you closer to sneak a kiss on your cheek, "you're cold. Are you okay?" He asked while rubbing your side.

"I feel a little chilly, but I'm alright," you answered.

He put his jacket on you even though you were already wearing three layers of clothes.

Little Chan ran on his own to the other tank that Chan hurriedly ran after him before he lost him in the crowd.

Chan decided to skip dinner and went to have it at home instead, so you could rest while he took care of little Chan for the rest of the day.

He went to your bed before you went to sleep, "I hope you're not sleeping yet," he said to you.

You hoisted yourself up to sit on the bed, but he stopped you, "I just want to give you something," he said.

"Yeah?" You asked in excitement.

He pulled out something from behind him and presented you with a bouquet of red roses, "Happy anniversary!" He said to you.

You smiled but got sad that you forgot about it, "oh no, I forgot about it," you sadly admitted.

"It's okay, we can celebrate it later once you get well," he said.

He gently pressed his knuckles to your cheek, "I love you," he softly muttered to you.

You lifted yourself enough to plant a kiss on his lips, "I'm so grateful for you," you sincerely said that your heart hurt when you said it.

"I love you so much," you said with your eyes looking deeply into his.

He kissed your lips, a long, lingering one with all the tenderness he has in him, so delicate, sacred like the feelings he has for you.

He took the bouquet from you, "I'll put this in a vase," he offered.

"Thank you," you mouthed since the medicine you took made you drowsy.

You faintly heard Chan muttering something, but you were already falling asleep to listen to his words.

 -

Chan's heart stopped when you came to his apartment in the morning, he had just come back a few hours ago after spending the whole night at the studio and had just gone to sleep.

But once you said you and him needed to talk, his head rushed to think of awful things.

He thought of the wrong things that he unintentionally did to you and what he could do to solve it.

His head was clouded with sleep turned alarmed and anxious, his knees bounced as he sat on the end of his bed while you paced back and forth in front of him, anxious as he was.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, it came out a little rude, but you knew he did it out of anxiety.

You stopped on your track and then sat next to him, you pulled out something from the back pocket of your jeans, a piece of paper.

Chan hesitated for a while, thinking what if it was something that he didn't want to know and regret of reading after.

"What's this?" He asked.

You handed it to him without answering his question and you saw him unfold the paper with a heavy sigh like he was about to read something as bad as a death sentence.

His eyes scanned the paper fast, but none of it came to his senses, "what's this?" He asked in pure confusion.

He could only recognize that it was a paper from a hospital, a result of something and numbers and something that he wasn't smart enough to know what that was, or his brain was too fogged up with nerves to think straight.

"Are you sick? Is it bad?" He asked you, fully concerned.

You took his hands and put them on your lap, "Chan, I'm pregnant," you enunciated the words so slowly to make sure he got your words loud and clear.

It took a moment for his brain to process the words until it sank in, "you're pregnant?"

You nodded, "yes, I'm pregnant,"

"You're pregnant," he said again, this time with a mix of disbelief and wonder.

Then it finally hit him all at once.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" he shouted out loud with eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

"OH MY GOSH!!!" he exclaimed again, then pulled you into a hug, almost sending you toppled to the side, but fortunately, you were quick to hold on to his arms.

"You're going to be a father," you muttered to him.

He held you so tight until there was no gap left between your bodies, "I'm going to be a father," he repeated your words with so much awe like he was still trying to catch up with the reality.

"Yes," you affirmed.

"I love you so much," he said to you, hugging you so tight he could crush you in halves, "you make this come true for me, thank you," he said.

You cried hearing his words, he made you realize how much it meant to him, for both of you.

He loosened his hold around you then held your face in his hands.

"I'm crying because I'm happy," you quickly told him before he got the wrong idea.

He smiled so brightly, dimples and crinkles in his eyes, "you make me so happy, I'm so grateful for you," he said.

And he was right, you are so loved. He endlessly showered you with his affection and undivided attention, didn't stop validating your feelings, and reciprocated them.

You are so deeply loved.

He put a hand on your stomach even though a baby bump had hardly grown yet since it was only three weeks old.

"There's our child inside," he said with a foolish grin.

You nodded at him, half laughing, and put your hand on his, caressing your stomach together.

And it became his new favorite hobby: rubbing your stomach whenever he had a chance.

Just like this morning, you were cooking breakfast, and he came up behind you and slipped his hand under your sweater to feel your small baby bump with his big hand.

"Not that you weren't beautiful all these times," he said to you, "but you're way more beautiful carrying our child like this," he teased with a kiss on your cheek.

You giggled at his sweet praise.

He would rest his head so close to your stomach and kissed it out of affection. The fact that he wasn't allowed to have sex during early pregnancy didn't stop him from admiring you, the way your body gradually changed with time.

He couldn't wait for the time he could finally see your breasts swollen and see a big baby bump, wonder how big you'll get.

But work kept him on his toes, like that wasn't enough, he had to go on an album promotion to Japan for three weeks or more.

He could imagine how much he would miss taking care of you, spoiling you with everything, and caressing your belly.

You understood that this was his first time, and he wanted to always be present for the whole thing.

"I'll take care of our child well, don't worry," you convinced him a day before he left.

He groaned, he figured that you already knew how he felt about the whole thing, he felt bad for leaving, but he had no other option.

Chan believed that you would do well since it's your second pregnancy, and you probably had known most of everything about being pregnant.

A week after being away from you, you sent him something in a text message.

Baby says hello

You captioned it, and he pressed play, he heard a static then a rhythmic sound of a beat, a heartbeat. He almost jumped on his seat listening to it. He could guess what it was, but he wanted to make sure.

 Is it our child's heartbeats?

You replied almost immediately, in less than a minute.

Yes, the baby is well and healthy.

Chan almost got teary, he couldn't believe it at first, but there was really a growing human inside of you, it was his child, and the baby will soon come out to this world, officially make him a father.

He covered his mouth with his jaws still hung open, completely stunned and blown away. This experience is one that he couldn't get anywhere, one that not everyone can experience, and probably would make everyone get jealous of him.

The child hasn't been out yet into this world, but the existence alone was enough to make him feel so many emotions that he never had before.

He wanted so much to be there in the doctor's room, listening to his child's heartbeats together with you, how wonderful that moment would be, how precious yet he missed it big time.

"I should do better," he told himself.

"I'll do better," he said as he listened to his child's heartbeats the dozens of times already that day.

Like the feeling of coming home to you, he wouldn't trade it with anything in the world.

It was the best feeling, having people welcoming him home and embracing him, warding his weariness away.

He came home to you and your growing baby bump, smiling so brightly with that pregnancy glow on.

People didn't exaggerate what they said about pregnant women: They radiate a different kind of beauty.

 He couldn't stop kissing you with a hand caressing your belly.

"I miss you so much," he said to you.

"I miss you too, baby daddy," you poked fun at him.

Chan stayed true to his words to do better, doing what he could do best to lessen your duties as a mother and share them with him.

He put little Chan to bed after bathing him and read him a bedtime story until he fell asleep hugging the wolfchan plushie.

He gave him a kiss goodnight before dimming the light and leaving the room.

He went straight to your bedroom, didn't find you there but heard the shower was on.

And he came at the right time.

You were showering, fully naked under the shower, the baby bump was visible with your hair stuck to your skin and streams of water made your skin glistening wet.

Was it wrong for him to get so turned on with only this view?

He couldn't find you more alluring than this, naked with a baby bump and the fact that you were carrying his child doubled the charms.

He hastily stripped all of his clothes and then went into the shower before you finished.

"How could you be pregnant and so hot?" He asked you, making you giggle while looking over your shoulder at him.

He didn't stop there, he went to touch you all over on the bed after and did not let you put on any clothes.

"Is it safe enough for us to have sex now?" He asked you, he had been wanting to ask you that for the past hour, but he was afraid that the question would only burden you.

"Cause gosh! I want you so much," he said with such urgency in his voice.

"Yes, it's okay," you confirmed.

But he promised you that he would be careful, entering you from behind while you lying by your side with one leg pulled, bent on the knee.

It wasn't for his pleasure, he just felt the urge to feel you and made love to you so sweetly, conveying how much you enticed him.

"You always feel so good, baby," he whispered to your ear with hips motioned in and out of you.

You smiled at his praise and returned his kiss by opening your mouth, letting him taste you more.

He didn't even think of cumming, he just wanted to feel you, bond with you, be one with you.

"I can't wait to meet our child," he said to you with a hand on your growing belly.

You clasped your hand with him on your stomach, "I can't wait either," you said back. Chan was already protective of you way before you got pregnant, but now you did, it became like second nature to him.

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STARS ALIGNED.

PART II

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I

Author's note: It's getting spicy from here.......... hehehe

Chan came to your apartment on a Saturday night, he dressed properly and fixed his shirt before pushing the doorbell of your apartment.

"Oh hey!" You said as you opened the door with that sweet smile of yours that always welcomed him.

"Little Chan is at his dad's," you told him even before he could say anything, knowing that he comes to play with little Chan.

Chan smiled and nodded, "I know," he said because of the phone call you had a few days ago.

"Have you had dinner?" He asked you.

"Not yet," you replied, "I was about to order some food honestly,"

"Let's have a dinner out," he invited, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his dark jeans when he asked you to hide his nerves.

You smiled and looked at him as you thought of a reply, "why don't you wait inside while I change my clothes?" You asked, then let him inside.

Seeing that Chan dressed nicely, you decided on a simple dark dress and put a cardigan on since the night was getting cold toward autumn.

He took you to a nice restaurant with a nice view, and you couldn't be more enjoying the company you were with, especially when he eats so well like that.

"Did I have something on my face?" He asked because he noticed you were watching him.

You shook your head, "I just like seeing someone who eats well like you," you answered.

All of a sudden, it was his turn to stare at you as you scooped your dessert with the small fork, "do I look appetizing more than this slice of tiramisu?" You joked.

"Yes, definitely," he answered.

You laughed at his answer.

But he wasn't joking. You looked so beautiful to him, so radiant and lively, smart and witty, every conversation he had with you was always interesting and made him think out loud.

Chan needed to clear some things before he took things further.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Yes,"

"When is the last time you dated someone?"

You took a quick sip of water, "I didn't even think about it until you asked me this," you honestly answered.

"Why didn't you date?" He asked as he leaned forward on the table, "I mean, you're beautiful and still young,"

"But I'm also a divorcee and have a son, I don't think anyone would easily swipe right on that," you playfully said, then wiped your mouth with a napkin.

"Are you scared to start a new relationship?"

"Aren't we supposed to feel that, a mix of fear and excitement when you start a new thing?" You asked him back even with a mind-boggling question.

"That's true," he agreed.

"I don't essentially need a partner," you boldly stated.

Chan tipped his head to the side hearing your statement.

You took a sip of your water again, "But I do want someone who I can rely on, because it gets tired to be on my own at times," you muttered.

You were so open, so fragile like the glass you were holding in your hand at that time.

It was raining when you get outside, and thankfully the restaurant owner lent you an umbrella to walk back to your car.

You linked your arm with Chan and huddled close together as he held the umbrella, shielding you both from the pouring rain. After a moment of walking, half of Chan's shirt was soaked because he put the umbrella leaned to your side.

You put his arm around you instead to huddle closer to him, and he smiled at you.

"Can I ask you something now?" You asked him.

"Sure!"

"Why me?" You asked.

You both stopped walking on the pavement as he looked at you, feeling caught by the question.

You looked at him with a smile on your face, "I have nothing to hide anymore. You know who I am, what I am, how I live my life, and you know my son," you said.

You put a hand on his arm, "I mean, look at you! You can have someone much better than me, more beautiful and younger," you said to him.

"Why me?" you asked again.

Chan took your hand and clasped it together with yours, "I don't want someone much better, more beautiful, or younger. The person I want is right in front of me," he answered and tried to say it louder than the sound of rain.

"I want you," he said to you, then leaned in.

He put a hand on the small of your back to draw you closer with one hand steadily holding the umbrella, then kissed you, kissed you so tenderly, and the kiss sent a warm feeling all over you, replacing the cold from the rain.

You pulled away to put your hands around his neck, voluntarily being the one leaning in since he was the one holding the umbrella.

You put a hand on his jaw to angle his head, then kissed him again.

He returned the kiss with the same passion, a hand on your back pulled you closer like you weren't close enough.

Back in your apartment, Chan kissed you the moment you unlocked the door. Knowing that your apartment was empty, he steered you to your bedroom with his mouth latched with yours.

You fumbled to open his wet shirt with your hands pruning up from the cold, but Chan decided to rip it open.

Lifting you by your waist, lay you down on the bed, he kissed you hungrily with you pinned underneath him. His hand reached for the zipper of your dress, and you halted him.

"Chan," you called him.

He snapped his eyes up at you, his lips red and swollen from the kisses, "yes?"

You brushed his damp hair to the back, then held his face, "I'm not very confident about this," you told him.

You swiped your thumb over his lips before he could speak something to deny your remark.

"I gave birth before. I'm not as attractive as you think I am," you sadly muttered to him.

He caught your hand and kissed your wrist, "let me see and prove it myself," he said to you.

You meekly obeyed and let him undress you, pulled the zipper of the dress down, then took it off of you. He kneeled on the bed seeing you lying on the bed with your matching underwear in cream white color.

He couldn't believe you would say something to your heavenly body and said it's not attractive as he ran his hand down your chest, his fingers tugged the cup of your bra with fingertips gently grazed your breast, then down to your stomach.

And yes, he saw the flaws you have and proof that you gave birth before, but he didn't see any difference in bodies he had seen before.

You are heavenly, beautiful, and evoked so much desire in him that made him impatient, couldn't control his hands as he let them roam freely on your body.

He put a hand behind you to snap open your bra then tossed it away, and your hands flew to cover your chest.

"Let me see all of you," he said to you in a low voice.

He slowly removed your hands and exposed your bare chest to him, his mind went haywire just thinking that they were once full with breast milk.

He licked his lips to figure out if you still lactating, he placed small kisses on your breast to finally took your nipple in his mouth, slowly sucking, but he was unlucky for couldn't get a taste of breast milk.

He took the other nipple and did the same, he let them wet with his saliva as he dragged his mouth down your body to your heating core.

He settled himself, positioning his head between your legs, then slowly lowered his mouth on your clothed core.

You held your breath with his hot mouth on your cunt with a layer of flimsy fabric in between, Chan stuck his tongue out then began licking the fabric, wetting it with his tongue.

His tongue didn't make any direct contact with your cunt yet you were already squirming, arching your back more to the point that you couldn't tell if your underwear was wet from his saliva or your essence.

He traced the fold with his tongue against the fabric, using his nose, he rubbed your clothed clit then lifted his head to look at you through his half-shut eyes.

He traced your cunt with his fingers in feather-like touches, "I want you so much," he said with a mix of sigh and groan.

You nodded at him as a way to give him indirect permission to go further. He slowly pulled your underwear down until it was off your legs.

You hadn't been with a man for a long time, and it felt so new all over again, the insecurities that kicked in all of a sudden made you shut your legs together, felt so aware of your naked body under his lustful gaze.

He softly smiled, lifted one of your legs then brought his mouth to your calves, and began making a trail of kisses from your calves to your inner thighs.

He then snaked his hands under your legs and didn't waste time sinking his mouth on your cunt. You gasped looking at his greedy mouth on you, taking the delicate flesh in his mouth and gently sucking on it.

You tangled your hand in his hair, softly tugging on his hair as you got yourself immersed in pleasure.

You broke a loud moan, "oh my God!" You exclaimed when he flicked his slick tongue on your clit repeatedly.

If it weren't for his hands keeping your legs open, you would have clamped his head in between.

He watched as you fell apart in front of him and your body blotchy red as the blood rushed all over your body, especially your face and the delicate flesh between your legs.

Your hair spread out on the pillow, making a makeshift halo against the white sheet, and your mouth agape as you caught your breath, you looked so beautiful to him.

You pulled him by his neck to kiss him, letting him topple on top of yours.

He would love to say how beautiful you are to him, but words couldn't do justice, and actions speak louder than words, so he tried to convey all of his admiration for your body by his kisses, all over your body until he couldn't take it anymore as his jeans tightened with every passing second.

Sensed the need in him with the rushed, sloppy kisses, you pushed him just enough to let your hands down to work open the button of his jeans and pulled his jeans down to let his erection free.

You were about to retract your hand, but Chan quickly took it and then wrapped it around his length, "that's how much I want you," he murmured to you.

He whimpered as he let go of your hand and looked at your fingers wrapped around his throbbing member.

"I don't need anyone younger or more beautiful and all those utter nonsense," he said to you.

Your eyes snapped up to his as he caressed your cheek.

"I only want you," he said with unwavering eyes.

You closed your eyes and let the words sink in, you never had anyone tell you that for a long time, and it felt so good to be wanted.

You pulled him for another long, lingering kiss until he eventually let go to take his jeans off and returned to bed fully naked with eyes lingering on you.

He took your hand and pushed it close to his cheek, "you're breathtakingly beautiful," he murmured to you then kissed the inside of your hand.

You smiled at him, and he kissed you right then, so softly like he tried to capture your smile with the kiss.

You bit your lower lip as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock like you weren't wet enough, when he finally pushed inside you let out a breathless gasp.

It wasn't your first time having sex, but it was the first time you felt so full with the girth and length he has.

Chan also had a hard time containing his grunts that he let out some groans when he began thrusting; he pressed his lips together into a thin line.

It felt overwhelming for him to be inside you, he didn't feel any different just because you gave birth before, you were just as good, even better than he dreamed in his head.

Or maybe because you weren't just someone he casually met and got together for a short time.

It wasn't just a short-lived infatuation as well, he got this need to be always around you, and he didn't know where it was coming from.

When he opened his eyes to draw him back from his thought, your eyes were on him, and you gazed tenderly into his, right at that moment, he felt like he could see right into you.

He could see the beautiful soul you have inside, so pure and delicate, and how precious that he got to see it, it made him want to have you whole and just for himself.

Chan knew it wasn't easy for you to open up, he made a promise to himself to never let you down.

He pressed his forehead against yours with his hand reached for yours on the bed then intertwined it, and slipped his fingers into the spaces between your fingers.

You stayed like that, moving in sync, bodies became one and eventually fell apart, then pieced back together as you relished the immense pleasure while holding each other close.

-

He heard you talking when he woke up alone on the bed.

With eyes still blurred by sleep, he saw you were talking on the phone in the kitchen.

It wasn't hard to guess that you were talking to little Chan, he could easily tell from the bright smiles plastered on your face and how you sweetly talked to the phone.

Chan also couldn't help but smile along, his day was already made at that moment.

You returned to the bedroom and saw Chan was awake on the bed, "did I wake you up?" You asked him with a soft smile.

He sleepily smiled at you, then shook his head.

"Come back to bed," he said with a hand outstretched at you.

You put your phone down on the bedside table and took his hand as you got on the bed.

"I wake up early out of habit," you said to him as you put yourself under the duvet with him.

"I know," he responded while putting a hand around you, pulling you closer against him.

He looked so gorgeous barefaced with his hair in its natural curls, you couldn't help but slip your fingers through his hair.

He looked into your eyes and leaned in close to place a peck on the lips, "when is little Chan will be back?" He asked you.

"Tonight," you answered.

He put his hand under the shirt you were wearing to rub your back, "any plan on what should we do until little Chan is back?" He asked.

You played with the curls on the nape of his neck, "you don't have any schedule for today?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

You hummed and thought of things you wanted to do, "I don't know, but first, I'm going to cook breakfast," you told him.

He gently massaged the flesh on your waist, "what about I'll cook today's breakfast?" He asked.

You haven't had anyone cook you breakfast in a long time, you certainly didn't want to pass on the chance.

"I'd love that," you said to him.

He held you closer and then kissed your cheek, "okay, but I'll do that after cuddling with you," he said.

You giggled hearing his words.

"What's funny?" He asked while also giggling.

"You are little Chan's twin," you said to him.

"Then should I start calling you mommy too?" He joked.

You burst out laughing, but he kept dragging you closer and closer, then nuzzled his head in your neck.

The day continued with him spending the day with you, cooking you breakfast, spending the afternoon watching movies while eating lunch he ordered for both of you, napped on the sofa together.

You woke just right on time to cook for dinner, he woke up a little later and then helped you prep the dining table.

You were glad to finally have someone to talk to without having to hide everything and feeling comfortable in your skin, you could only hope he feels the same.

As he was washing the dishes, your phone rang, and you picked up the call from your ex-husband telling you he was about to arrive at your apartment building.

You walked up to Chan, and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm going downstairs to get Chan," you informed.

He looked over his shoulder and nodded, "okay," he said.

Chan got so excited to see little Chan come running in his direction, kneeling on the floor to welcome him to his embrace.

Little Chan shyly hugged him while giggling, then showed him a new toy he brought from his dad and gave him an incomprehensible explanation of it.

You sat on the carpeted floor to play with them, more like watching them play together as Chan couldn't stop cuddling him and tried to get little Chan to kiss him.

"What about mommy?" You asked him.

"Can mommy get a kiss?" You asked again with a pout at him.

He giggled and then plodded your way, placing a slobbering kiss on your mouth.

You laughed as he stumbled onto your lap, but you were quick to catch him from toppling to the side.

"Uncle Chan wants a kiss too," you said to little Chan.

"Can you give him a kiss on the cheek?" You sweetly asked.

Chan was sitting crossed-legged and smiling at little Chan.

Little Chan hesitated and slowly walked his way but instead of kissing him as you asked to, he hugged him.

You softly laughed, "I think he's shy," you said to him.

Chan sat him on his lap, "it's okay, we'll have a lot of time to work on that," he said to you.

You didn't know why but your heart leaped when you heard his words.

"Can I at least get a kiss from mommy?" He playfully asked with a sly smile.

You glanced at little Chan with wide eyes, "should mommy give a kiss to uncle Chan?" You asked him.

Little Chan didn't reply but sucked on his little index finger.

"Just a kiss on the cheek, please?" Chan adorably pleaded.

You leaned in and softly placed a kiss on his cheek.

"One for mommy's favorite Chan," you remarked, then kissed little Chan on the cheek too.

"Oh, so I'm not your favorite?" Chan asked with a frown.

"You're my second favorite Chan," you answered.

Just like little Chan understood what you meant, he went to sit on your lap and hugged you.

"Well, I guess 2nd is better," Chan said accepting the hard truth with an adorable pout.

You sneaked a kiss on his lips, "a special kiss for my 2nd favorite Chan," you lowly said as you broke the kiss.

Chan couldn't help but grin at you.

Little Chan was obviously growing fond of him, he got comfortable with Chan reading the bedtime story for him until he fell asleep.

You walked up to him as he stood by his crib, watching him sleep while holding his favorite plushie.

"It's hard to be his favorite," Chan whispered to you as he placed wolfchan next to little Chan who was peacefully sleeping.

You softly laughed at him, "but you won a lot of brownie points already," you consoled him as you snaked your arm around him.

"Well, I have to catch you up," he said.

You gave little Chan a goodnight kiss before following Chan out of his bedroom.

He was waiting for you, pulled you by your hand, and kissed your lips, "I have to go, I have some work to do," he said.

You nodded, "okay,"

He brushed your hair to the side, "you'd better go to sleep,"

"I will," you said, "after I shower,"

Chan raised an eyebrow at you, "and you're not going to ask me to join you?"

"I thought you said you have some work to do," you said back as you put your hands around his neck.

"Well, a shower will only take a few minutes," he said.

But it took more than a few minutes.

Not when you looked so divine, glistening wet with water streaming down your naked body and your hair stuck to your body.

And when he put his hands on you, he couldn't settle with just touch, he wanted more than that.

He wanted to feel all of you.

So you let him.

He hoisted you up against his, lifted your body with his strong arms, and let you slide down his cock in the process before pinning you against the tiled wall of the bathroom.

You moaned into his mouth with your hands clawing his shoulder and back.

"Gosh, you feel so good," he groaned so close to your ear then kissed your neck.

He put a hand behind your head so it won't hit the wall for every hard thrust he did against you.

You clung harder to him at the mounting pleasure about to burst at any moment.

He couldn't even feel your nails digging into his flesh, his head was filled with the overwhelming pleasure of fucking you hard against the bathroom wall.

When you finally cum around each other, you moaned out loud then quickly shut yourself by kissing his neck while he gently bit into your shoulder.

"The shower will only take a few minutes," you poked fun at him by saying his words back to him.

He softly laughed against your lips, then gave you a quick peck, "I can't help it, you're so tempting," He shamelessly said to you while gently squeezing the flesh of your backside with his big hands.

Chan left once he got dressed up after showering and kissed you plenty of times, if you didn't remind him of the work he has to do that night, you were sure he wouldn't stop kissing you onto the bed.

-

If Chan wasn't busy, he makes sure to come to your apartment to play with little Chan and spent some time with you. Oftentimes, the timing was off.

When he came home early from work, you weren't home.

We're going to little Chan's grandma for her birthday.

You wrote in your text message when he asked where you were going. He came back to his apartment and slept the day away.

The sound of his phone ringing woke him up from his slumber, he groped for his phone on the bed and picked it up without looking at the contact.

"Hello?"

"Hey!"

Chan's eyes snapped awake the second he heard your voice through the phone.

"Are you sleeping?" You asked him.

"Yeah," he answered, "but I'm awake now," he quickly said.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up,"

"No, I need to wake up though, working on something," he mumbled while rubbing his eyes.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, little Chan stayed at his grandma's with his dad," you answered.

"You want me to come over?" He asked.

You softly smiled, "no, it's alright. You said you're busy so I'll leave you to it,"

"No, no, I'm coming," he said to you while getting off the bed, and walking to the threshold.

"No, no need," you kindly refused.

But Chan ignored your words and opened the front door to see you already standing there.

"I'm going to come over to your place instead," you said to the phone as you looked at him with a smile on your face.

It felt like someone just flipped the switch inside of him, that revived him in a few seconds, and seeing you standing with your silk nightdress on, he glanced down to see your nipples poking through the fabric and going lower to where the hem hung on your mid-thighs then bit his lower lip.

You hung up on the phone, "I just want to see you," you said to him.

He shook his head, then put a hand around your waist, "No, you didn't come for that," he said.

He drew you closer and pulled you inside, "you came to make me lose my mind," he finished.

You softly chuckled, but he hastily kissed you on the lips with both hands holding you, hoisting you up against his body until your feet were off the ground.

He kissed you hard, only willing to let go when his lungs burned from running out of oxygen.

"I miss you," he murmured against your lips.

"I miss you too," you said back.

He took you to his bedroom and sat on the end of the bed to pull you onto his lap.

God, you were such a sight, a lovely gift wrapped so beautifully just for him.

He traced the outline of your body with both hands and sighed, then cupped your face with his hands to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Don't you say you have to work on something?" You teased him as you put your hands around his neck.

"It can wait," he said to you with hands moved down to your thighs, tugged the hem of your nightdress between his fingers then pulled it up and over your head.

He put the piece of clothing away and held you by your waist, he glanced up at you before planting a soft kiss on your sternum.

"You're so beautiful," he cooed with lips grazing the skin as he spoke.

He moved his hands to cup your breasts, then held them upright in front of him, he looked into your eyes as he stuck his tongue out to play with your nipple.

You tangled a hand into his hair, looking down at him as he took your breast in his mouth, humming against the flesh, and it reverberated throughout your body.

You slowly grind against his lap without breaking the eye contact with him.

He dragged his mouth to the underside of your breast and then made a mark there.

"Chan," you whined at him.

He let go of his mouth and then rubbed the skin with his fingers, but that didn't stop him from doing the same thing on the other.

You tugged harder at his hair when he sucked on your skin too hard followed by some low whimpers escaping your mouth.

"Little Chan is so lucky to have a hot mommy like you," he said to you as he rubbed over the mark he just made on your breast.

You lowly chuckled with your hands on his neck.

"And I'm so lucky to have you," he added along with a kiss on your collarbone, then made a trail of kisses from there until his lips landed on yours.

You took his clothes off while kept grinding on him and his hands went lower to cup your ass in his hands, kneading on the ample flesh with his mouth latched with yours.

It didn't take long for the two of you to end up naked on the bed, bodies tangled together and kicking the duvet off the bed.

You turned over to get on top of him, brought your face down to kiss him, and continued kissing him down, stopping just right on his abdomen.

You took the opportunity to touch his magnificent abs, touching the taut muscles with your hand, then glided it down to his throbbing member.

Chan watched as you went down on him, throwing all of your hair to one side, then took his length into your mouth, he let out a low gasp watching your mouth wrapped around his cock.

He watched the whole thing with his hands under his head, only reaching up to you to put your hair away so he could get a clear view of his cock going in and out of your mouth.

"My God, you know what to do with that beautiful mouth of yours," he murmured to you.

You slowly let go and gave it a good long lick before retracting yourself to kneel on the bed.

Chan wiped the mess around your mouth and then pulled you to give you a sloppy kiss on your lips.

He lay back down again and let you have your way with him, sliding down into his cock with a loud gasp escaping your parted open mouth.

When you fully took him whole inside you, you closed your eyes, hips moved in a circular motion to feel his length inside you.

Chan whimpered as he too got overwhelmed with the sensation, "you take me so well," he praised you, then ran a hand on your chest.

You put your hands down on his chest as you began moving, pulsating your hips against him at a steady pace, while Chan once again watched you fucking him good.

He couldn't help himself to touch you, especially seeing your breasts bouncing with every move, he gently squeezed your breast or gave your clit the right stimulation.

"Oh yes, you know how to make me feel good," he said with his eyes locked with yours.

He gripped your hips and bucked his hips to meet your thrust, you moaned out loud at how rough yet delightful that felt.

The dynamic you created elevated the whole experience, it was like you read each other’s minds without needing to say it.

When you finally hit your high, you toppled on top of him and searched for his mouth to place a slobbering kiss on his mouth.

Chan kept you stimulated by fingering you, feeling you clenched around him as he kissed you hard and deep.

He had you on all fours on the bed, ran his hand down from the nape of your neck down to the curve of your backside to eventually land a nice slap on the skin.

You yelped, the pain was there, and it exhilarated you in an inexplicably way.

He brought his mouth close to your ear, "I've been thinking of fucking you all day, you know that?"

Unable to provide a verbal answer, you shook your head instead.

He inserted two fingers inside you and groaned, "so tight," he said with such disbelief.

"And so wet," he groaned again as you clenched around his fingers.

That made him impatient to be inside you, he slowly drew his fingers out of your and shoved them into his mouth to get a taste.

"Taste like a hot mommy," he remarked.

You let out a low laugh as you gripped the sheet under you.

He placed a hand, firmly holding you by your hips as he positioned himself to enter you.

He had been inside you awhile ago, but the feeling of entering never ceases to amaze him, it was something that he couldn't get enough of.

When he began thrusting, Chan lost his sense of control and let the pleasure take him over, fucking you senseless and using you selfishly.

He cursed under his breath as he was on the brink of climaxing, "you feel so fucking good," he groaned.

His pace went out of rhythm, sloppy and rough.

"I can't take it anymore," he said with his jaws clenched then quickened the pace with the strength he has.

You helplessly moaned into the pillow at the mounting pleasure and cried out when he repeatedly slapped your ass a few times until he cum inside you, sending both of your bodies collapsing on the bed.

It took him quite some time to regain his senses back and then held you close on the bed, he felt bad for losing control and using you so selfishly like that.

He buried his head on your neck and then kissed it, "I'm sorry," he said.

You were running out of breath to give him an answer.

He flipped your over to face him on the bed and then kissed you on the lips, "are you okay?"

You nodded with a foolish smile on your face, "that was so good," you breathlessly said.

A smile bloomed on his face, and his ears turned red, his hand went to rub the handprints from his slapping to soothe the skin.

"Does it hurt?"

You shook your head.

His eyes shot down to where his cum leaked out of you as it dripped down onto the sheet on the space between your legs.

He didn't know why but he felt the urge to touch your stomach, he knew that you were on birth control, but the thought of breeding you flashed through his mind.

And he felt confident that he could get you to breed you well, wonder how big you'd get with his seed grows into a baby inside you.

"Can you get back here?" You asked him and patted the pillow next to you.

He nodded, picking up the duvet from the floor before laying back down next to you on the bed. He covered both of your bodies with it, then pulled you closer against him.

"Have you ever thought of having another child?" He suddenly asked.

"Not now, I mean, someday," he quickly added.

You slipped your hand under his arm and splayed your hand on the skin of his back, "the answer is an obvious yes," you answered.

"I think I mentioned it before that I didn't get to enjoy my pregnancy back then," you explained, "I want to experience that again, but this time, I'll fully enjoy it," you finished with a smile.

He smiled back after listening to your explanation.

"What about you?" You asked him.

And he didn't expect you to ask him his question back.

"I'd love to have my own child someday," he honestly answered. He could confidently answer it because the amount of time he had spent with little Chan, made him ecstatic to have his own child someday.

 "You'll be a great dad," you praised him.

He got flustered and placed a quick peck on your lips, "what makes you think so?" He shyly asked you.

"I've seen you with little Chan," you shortly replied.

Whether it was the answer itself or how quick you answered it, Chan felt warm inside.

You scooted closer and rested your head on his pillow, your faces were just inches away with your noses barely touching each other.

Chan was more than eager to have you this close to him.

You looked into his eyes and said, "Whoever gets to be your child is so lucky to have a dad like you,"

He never thought that he would be so proud of himself for getting this kind of compliment from you, truthfully, that was the nicest compliment he ever heard from someone.  He was at a loss for words, he couldn't do anything but kissed you tenderly and then held you tight until you both fell asleep.

-

He was getting used to not finding you next to him on the bed when he woke up.

You always got up early out of habit, probably little Chan was already home too, he figured that was why you were already gone.

And he reluctantly got up from the bed as well, washed his face and brushed his teeth,  then walked to your apartment for a morning kiss and a late breakfast.

He rang your doorbell, and it took you a while to finally open the door.

He smiled at you, then didn't hesitate to step inside and crashed his lips against yours.

"Chan," you breathlessly said against his lips with your hands slowly pushing him away.

But Chan didn't want to let go of the kiss, and his hands kept you close to him, "I think I deserve more since you left me alone on the bed," he said to you.

You jerked your head away, "it's not that," you said with a grimace.

He saw the sour expression you made and wrinkled his forehead in confusion, "what's wrong?" He asked.

You let go of his hold and stepped away to let him see who was playing with little Chan in the living room and possibly watching both of you kissing on the threshold.

Jeongin was waving at him when he noticed him.

"You haven't told him about us, right?" You asked him in a low voice.

He blinked a few times, Chan didn't feel the need to tell everyone he is in a relationship with you but remember that you are his aunt made him realize that he indeed should have told him about it.

"I haven't told anyone about us. I-"

"It's alright, Chan," you quickly said while holding his hands.

"You two can talk it out," you assured him again with your hands on his chest and a comforting smile.

It was awkward for Chan to walk up to Jeongin, he didn't worry about him, Chan knew that Jeongin would respect his privacy, but Chan felt bad for keeping the relationship to himself when he should have told him about it at some point because he's family by blood.

He didn't say anything when Chan sat next to him on the sofa but kept watching little Chan dancing and mumbling the song of the cartoon that was playing on the TV.

He laughed seeing little Chan stumbling and almost falling from dancing, "Hyung, I used to dance like that," Jeongin said to him.

Chan chuckled, "Hey, you weren't that bad," he said back.

You came to them to hand Chan a glass of juice, "Can you guys watch little Chan? I'm going to cook lunch," you told them.

"No problem," Chan said to you.

You looked at Jeongin, "you're staying for lunch, right?"

"Yeah, sure," Jeongin answered.

Chan shot you a smile before you left back to the kitchen, if Jeongin wasn't there he would love to land a slap on your ass, but he held the urge.

Jeongin looked at Chan and smiled, "Hyung, I'm okay with it," he suddenly said.

"Huh?"

"You’re dating my aunt," he said.

Chan looked down on the carpeted floor, flustered.

"I meant to tell you sooner, but I just need a little bit more time," he said.

Jeongin nodded, "no, I understand," he said, "I know you didn't expect me to find out this way, but I believe you'll tell me about it at one point," he added, then got off the sofa to help little Chan fixing his toy.

Chan also got off the sofa and then sat on the carpeted floor next to him, "to be honest, yes," he shyly said.

Jeongin chuckled, then handed little Chan his toy back along with a caress on his little head.

"Can uncle Jeongin get a kiss?" He asked little Chan.

He got up and walked to him, holding his face to kiss him on the cheek.

"Thank you," Jeongin beamed to him while kept hugging him.

Meanwhile, Chan got jealous because little Chan always never done that to him before.

"He never kissed me before," Chan whined, "whenever I ask for a kiss, he didn't give me,"

Jeongin laughed, "maybe because you're not his favorite uncle," he boasted.

Chan glared at Jeongin and called for little Chan, "Can I have a kiss?" He sweetly asked him.

But little Chan only looked at him while sucking his index finger, drools dripping from the corner of his mouth then giggled, didn't even stir on Jeongin's lap to come to him.

Chan heavily sighed with his eyes closed, defeated.

"Keep on trying, Hyung!" Jeongin mocked him with an evil laugh.

Chan had to admit that Jeongin has a special bond with little Chan or kids in general, maybe because of his warm personality and smiles.

Jeongin left after lunch, and little Chan was already tired from playing with him since it was past his nap time, you hurriedly took him to his bedroom and lay him down in his crib.

You were in the living room, putting little Chan's toys back into the box when Chan returned from sending Jeongin on his way.

"Little Chan is sleeping?" He asked in a low voice.

You nodded.

He peeked inside little Chan's bedroom to see him napping, then walked up to you.

"Come here! Stop cleaning up!" He said to you, then grabbed your hands.

He pulled you along with him, sending you toppled onto the sofa, and didn't waste time holding you close.

"Don't you have to go?" You asked him.

He hooked his leg around yours, "I still have an hour, and so," he replied.

He dragged you closer to him on the sofa, "should we nap too?" He asked you, then kissed your lips.

"Should we?" You asked back.

He nodded while grinning.

You held him back and slipped your hand in his hair while looking into his eyes.

"How did the talk go?"

"Good," he answered.

"Jeongin can be reserved, but he's actually really caring," you told him.

He caressed your cheek, "I know, and I would too if you were my aunt," he said.

You laughed because that sounded so weird coming out of his mouth, "no, don't," you said while laughing.

He laughed along, then kissed you on the lips, "yeah, we better not," he said back.

He kissed you again, slid his hand down the side of your body and then cupped your backside, softly squeezing on the flesh.

You sighed into his mouth, "I thought we were going to nap,"

"We are going to nap," he assured you, yet his hand kept switching between softly kneading and rubbing on your ass.

He buried his head in your neck next, kissing you down your chest, and with a sly smirk, he pulled up your blouse to expose your breasts.

You shot him a warning look, but of course, that didn't stop him from touching you, putting his hand inside the cup of your bra and using his fingers to play with your nipple.

His mouth felt warm as he placed searing kisses across your chest, he roughly pulled down your bra so he could take your breast into his mouth.

He sucked hard, and you muffled your moans by pressing your lips together, "Chan," you whined with your hand in his hair.

He didn't let go, he tugged your hardening bud between his teeth and nibbled on it as he pleased.

"You won't stop even if I tell you, mmh?" You asked him while softly combing his hair with your fingers.

He hummed with his mouth full of your flesh, then slowly let go of his mouth then gasped for air, "you're so tempting," he said to you, then kissed you.

He pinned you under him but made sure not to put his whole weight on you by propping an elbow against the sofa, he put a stray hair behind your ear before sinking his mouth on you again.

You held him close while returning his kiss, and hooked your leg around his with your hands around his body.

The smooching sounds of your kisses and low sighs echoed in the quiet room with the warm afternoon sunlight shining down on both of you.

He planted a soft kiss on the sensitive spot behind your ear, "I want you," his lips grazed your earlobe when he spoke.

You sighed with your eyes closed, the warmth of his body seeped into yours, and your hands reached for his face and brought it right in front of you, "don't you have to go to your schedule soon?" You asked him.

He dropped his face onto your chest and groaned.

You softly laughed while lazily scratching his hair with your fingers.

-

Chan had been cooped up in the studio for hours now, and Jeongin was there to work on something with him before leaving for the dorm.

"Have you told them that we'll be leaving for the tour soon?" Jeongin asked him as he shoved his things into his bag.

Chan had to pause to understand the question, then he nodded, "no, not yet," he answered.

"It seems like we'll be busy until the new year," he said as he zipped his bag and slung it across his shoulder.

Chan nodded again, he could see all the works ahead of him, a part of him excited for it, and the other part got sad that he'd have little time to see you and little Chan.

But he knew well enough, that he can't have one without sacrificing the other, the world doesn't work like that.

After countless nights he had spent sleeping in your apartment with you, he had known the passcode to your door, and he still rang the door sometimes, because he likes seeing you opening the door for him.

Considering that it was past midnight and you probably had slept, he pressed the combinations of numbers to the pad until it beeped open.

He tried to avoid making loud noises and waking little Chan when he walked past his bedroom, he peeked inside the door to see him sleeping soundly in his crib.

He walked to your room next but didn't find you there, he noticed the light in your workroom was on and went there.

The door was left open, and he saw you working on your computer, the light from the screen illuminated your face and you didn't notice him until he came to the desk.

"Hey, you're home!" You beamed at him with a smile.

And Chan likes hearing those words, he came to your side and kissed you on the top of your head.

"Are you working on something?" He asked.

"Yeah, I have to resend a file. I'm sure that I didn't delete it, but I can't find it anywhere," you answered, sounding so panicked.

Chan hummed as he watched you trying to figure out what went wrong, "I've had this kind of problem before," he said.

"Can you help me?" You asked him.

Chan couldn't stand seeing you helpless like this, "I'll try," he replied.

You got up from your seat and offered it to him, "come, sit down," you told him.

He complied and sat on the chair while you also watched him trying to fix whatever had gone wrong with the computer while biting your thumb anxiously.

After a moment of Chan figuring out the issue, he successfully retrieved the file you were looking for, "is this the one?" He asked you.

You leaned forward on the desk and beamed, "oh yes, this is the one," you exclaimed.

The panic that masked your face faded, you shot him a grateful smile and then sat on his lap.

"I just need to check it one more time," you said as you opened the file and checked the content to see if something was missing or not.

Chan put his hand around your waist to hold you close as you worked on the computer.

"Now, send an email!" You muttered as you pressed the send button on the computer.

You turned your head at Chan and smiled, "all done!" You happily said, then rested your back against his chest and took both of his hands around you.

"Thank you for helping," you muttered to him, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He smiled as you let go of the kiss, "I think I deserve more than that," he said to you.

He tightened his hands around you while you angled your head toward him so he could kiss you again, craning your neck to give him access to your neck and kissing it while his hands started cupping your breasts against the fabric of your nightdress.

Chan was so lost in your kisses that he almost forgot his main intention to come here, he slowly pulled away from the kiss.

"I want to tell you something," he said.

Your eyes snapped open then you shifted your body on his lap to look at him, "what's that?" You asked him while putting a hand around his neck.

Chan sighed before began talking, "I'll be on tour started next week," he informed.

You nodded and intently listened to his words.

"And I think I wouldn't be home until the beginning of next year," he added.

You nodded again, taking in all the information he just shared with you.

"That's a long time," you commented while cupping his cheek in your hand.

"Will you be okay?" He asked.

You softly chuckled, "I should be the one asking you that," you said.

"Will you be okay? Because that sounds so wearying,"

And your reaction was one that he didn't see coming, he got bewildered, unsure how to react to that.

He stifled a nod, "I'll be okay," he answered.

You smiled at him, "I believe you can take care of yourself well," you said while softly rubbing his forearm.

Chan couldn't feel more loved than this, having you worrying him but also putting your trust in him.

He felt so lucky for having you that he believed that wouldn't be the last time he would be thankful for that.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and tickled your sensitive spot with the tip of his nose.

"I'm going to miss little Chan so much," he grumbled.

"What about me?" You teased him.

He pressed a kiss on your neck, "You got jealous of your own child?" He poked fun at you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, "maybe a little," you answered.

Chan heavily sighed, "what should I do then?" He said.

You turned your head at him, "what?"

"Both the child and the mommy are so cute," he exclaimed as he tightened his arms around you.

Chan caressed your head, brushed your hair with his fingers, then kissed you once in a while, and took a look at you as much as he could since he'll be leaving for tour.

You got awoken by his touch somehow, your eyes fluttering open, and smiled at him when you found him looking at you.

"Are you going to leave soon?" You weakly asked him while pushing your head close to his chest.

He hummed his answer, "go back to sleep," he said to you while patting your head endearingly.

He placed more kisses on the skin that was available to him, around your face to finally kissed your lips even though you couldn't return them in your sleep.

"I'll be back soon," he softly said to your ear, and he saw you smile as if you heard his words.

He planted a long kiss on your lips before leaving and took a last look at you sleeping on the bed wrapped in the white duvet.

He went to little Chan's room next and quietly made his way to his crib, watched him sleep for a moment then gave him a few rubs on his back.

"See you again, little Chan," he said in a low voice to little Chan sleeping soundly in his crib.

His heart ached that he got to leave all this as if you and little Chan were already a family he owns.

The thought of making that thought becomes true sounds too good to be true.

-

Chan couldn't feel much worse he had to miss another important occasion which was Christmas with little Chan. He had to miss baking cookies, wrapping gifts together, and playing in the snow together with him. He could only experience that through the photos you took and sent to him along with the words that made his heartaches, "we miss you," at the end of the caption.

Chan had a little break for Christmas, but if you were away celebrating Christmas with your family, then little Chan would be away with his dad too after that.

It was possible to squeeze a little time to meet you, but he could only meet you for only a moment before he had to go back on tour again.

He called you when everything got too overwhelming, and you would soothe him down with your words, promised him that you were patiently waiting for him to come back, and didn't forget to emphasize that everything he did, didn’t go in vain, it will be worth it at the end.

"I miss you so much," he sighed.

You heard the weariness in his voice, "I miss you too," you said back.

"Is little Chan sleeping?" He asked.

"Yeah, he's sleeping next to me," you answered.

"What happened?"                                           

"Nothing, he wants to sleep with me tonight," you replied as you stared at little Chan sleeping next to you on the bed.

"Me too," Chan whined, "I want to sleep next to you too,"

You chuckled at the phone but quickly shut yourself up, scared that you will wake little Chan up.

"Then come home, we'll cuddle you all night," you teased.

Chan smiled, not only at the promise of cuddles, but at the words "come home", like he was being anticipated, waited, wanted at your home, like he has that level of importance to be that person.

"I will come home soon," he finally responded with a delightful smile.

"I can't wait," you said to him, also smiling from ear to ear at his sweet promise.

Chan purposely didn't tell you that he would come home at the end of the weekend. He wanted to surprise you, see your face lit up with your bright smiles as he had imagined in his head.

He rang your doorbell, waiting in giddy for you to open the door, and held the urge to enter the passcode then stomped inside.

The door clicked then swung open, realized that it was him behind the door, your face that was once calm turned bright with every passing second.

You threw yourself at him and hugged him so tight to prove that he's not just fragments of your imagination.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked him with your face buried in his chest.

"I want to surprise you!" He said then tilted your head up with his hand, smiling before pressing his mouth on you.

With a hand on the back of your head, he angled your head to deepen the kiss and you gave him a proper welcome home by opening your mouth to him.

He sighed the second he broke the kiss with his eyes still closed, still couldn't believe that he came home to you.

You pressed your heads together, relishing the sweet moment of the long-awaited reunion with smiles plastered on both of your faces.

He placed more pecks on your face to finally realize that both of you had been standing on the threshold for far too long.

"Is little Chan sleeping?" He asked.

You shook your head, "he's still playing in the living room," you answered.

You pulled him inside by his hand, "Channie, look who comes home!" You announced as you stepped further inside to where little Chan was playing with his toy car on the sofa.

He got stunned for a moment to realize it was Chan who came home and stumbled to climb down the sofa to run and hugged him.

Chan scooped him into his arms and held him close, you smiled witnessing the adorable moment.

You put your hands around them both and rested your head on the side of his arm, looking at both Chan and little Chan smiled at you.

"Welcome home!" You muttered to him.

And this is home for Chan.

For he could feel how much he was welcomed not only to the house but also to your embrace, he could lay off everything, forget about the hardship of life and just rest his soul.

The three of you sitting on the sofa together as Chan started giving out his Christmas presents for you and little Chan.

The first one was for little Chan, it was a playing tent that he promised to build together with little Chan together in his bedroom tomorrow.

And one big box for you that he handed to you with a sly smile.

"A big box for mommy," he said to you.

He watched in anticipation as you untied the bow then opened the box, cracked a smile the moment you knew what he gifted you.

"This is… a lot of nightdresses," you said to him as you traced the silky and lacey fabric of the nightdresses in various colors from dark to soft pastel colors.

"With one condition," he said to you.

"Wear it only when I'm around,"

You grinned at him and nodded, "Duly noted!" You responded.

"Thank you," you leaned in to give him a thank-you kiss on the lips.

Little Chan giggled when he caught you kissing him, and you acted surprised at him, "mommy kiss the wrong Chan," you joked then kissed him on the cheek.

"We actually have something for you too," you informed him.

He tipped his head to the side, and suddenly got intrigued by what you were about to gift him.

You went to your bedroom and brought something with you when you came back to the sofa, "please open it!" You said with a giddy smile.

Chan couldn't wait to find out what was inside as well, he hastily tore open the wrapping paper and then opened the box to find a piece of clothing he likes the most: a black hooded sweater.

You laughed even though you were anxious from the inside that he wouldn't like it, "please don't be disappointed, the gift doesn't end there!" You promised him.

You took little Chan to his bedroom and a while later, you came back with him dressed like the way Chan usually dressed, in a black hoodie and short pants in dark color.

The hoodie was the exact same one you gifted him.

Chan burst out laughing looking at little Chan dressed exactly like him, he got teary from laughing and exclaiming.

"Oh my God!" He panted, running out of breath from laughing.

He hugged little Chan and laughed again that he looked exactly like him, you laughed along because it was both funny and adorable at once.

You told Chan to put on the hoodie you gifted him and took a lot of pictures of them together in matching clothes.

"I told you that I need to take pictures of two Chans," you said once you were done taking countless of their picture together.

He pulled you to sit next to them and he took pictures on his phone to commemorate the greatest Christmas gift he ever got.

Chan volunteered to put little Chan to sleep because he kept yawning when he got his pictures taken and read him the bedtime story that he likes even though he noticed that he got new storybooks on the pile.

He smiled when he realized that his favorite plushie now is wolfchan, the way he hugged the wolf plushie as he sleeps in his crib made him couldn't stop smiling.

You suddenly came behind him, putting your hands around his waist with your chin pressed on his shoulder, "what are you smiling about?" You asked him.

He put a hand on yours on his waist, "everything," he answered.

You placed a kiss on his back shoulder against the fabric of his black t-shirt and caught the musky scent of him that you had no idea you missed so much.

"But mostly because wolfchan is his favorite plushie now," he said to you.

You softly chuckled, "he has been calling me mommy shark lately,"

Chan softy laughed then turned around to face you, held you properly with his hands wrapped around you, "I'm so happy to be home," he said to you.

Then he noticed that you were wearing the nightdress he gifted you earlier, the one in black color.

"Are you hinting at something or what?" He asked you with an eyebrow raised.

Without warning, he lifted you off the floor and made you gasp out loud but thankfully not loud enough to wake little Chan up.

He carried you to the bedroom and then roughly crashed both of your bodies onto the bed. Chan didn't waste time kissing you, kissing you so hard that you had a hard time keeping up with him, barely got any break to catch a breath that you had to push his chest to put a little space between you.

"Calm down," you said while half-laughing.

Chan grinned at you then kissed your lips, "how can I calm down when you're looking like this," he said with a hand slipped under the hem of your nightdress.

You held his face with your hands, your thumb traced the exhaustion drawn under his eyes, "you must be tired," you said to him.

To be honest, yes, he was extremely tired but all that magically disappeared once he met you and little Chan.

"You worked so hard," you said with a proud smile at him, your hand went down to his neck and gently massaged him.

"I've been thinking of something," he said to you.

He didn't even know if you were ready to hear the thing he was about to tell you, he stalled by laying next to you on the bed with your body lying on the side facing you.

"What is it?" You asked, also turning your head on your pillow to look at him.

He hesitated, he was ready to talk about it, but he was scared of what your reaction would be.

He stalled again by cupping your jaw, kissing your lips so softly, rubbed your arm then rested his hand on the curve of your waist.

You lay your hand flat on his chest, "You can always tell me everything, Chan," you assured him.

"I love you," he blurted out.

"And I think you already know that by now," he added.

"I love you too," you undoubtedly said back to him.

It sounded so natural, rolled out of your tongue just like you had said it to him a hundred times already.

You smiled and pulled him by the neck to kiss him, when he did though you pulled him for more he quickly stopped you, then lay back down on the bed.

"What's wrong?" You asked in slight concern.

"I haven't done talking," he said.

"Okay," you responded, putting all of your attention to what he was about to say to you.

"We've been together for almost a year now and I know that it's too early for me to ask you this but, I trust you with all my life and I hope you trust me too," he began.

This sounded so serious that you got a little nervous, "what is it?" You asked again as your heart raced inside.

He caressed the side of your face then his hand went lower to your chest, "I've been thinking a lot, about having my own family then you said that marriage isn't something we should take lightly," he continued.

"Yes," you stifled a nod as you said it.

"It's not that I want to skip that part but I think we need more time for that," he said.

"Chan please, I'm getting anxious here," you told him, fisting his t-shirt in your hand.

He softly smiled then put his hand on your stomach, "I'm thinking of having a baby with you," he finally popped the question.

You sighed, glad that the question wasn't something that turned out negative.

"I can't find no one more perfect to be a mother of my child but you," he sincerely said, he placed a hand on your stomach, "let's have a baby together,"

Your heart palpitations, the question took you by surprise but in a good way, you felt overjoyed hearing such a request but then again, this wasn't a decision that one person could take and it takes mutual commitments.

Knowing that Chan is mature beyond his age, you believed he had been thinking about it so many times to finally come up to you and asked you about it.

He made that decision himself after giving it a good thought, not out of whim or pressure.

"I believed you had been thinking over for a few times but Chan, what about your career? What about everything else that comes with it?" You asked, you just wanted to make sure if he meant it.

"You don't have to worry about all that, I'm the only one responsible for it. I know very well what it will do to my career, but please, put your trust in me," he answered.

"I don't want you to sacrifice all that just for me. We can always have a child later," you convinced him.

"Are you saying no?" he asked with sad eyes.

You quickly shook your head, "No, you know that I want another child," you innocently replied.

"So, you're saying yes?"

You smiled at him, "let's not get ahead of ourselves here," you said to him.

You took his hand and clasped it together with yours, "have you thought about everything? We are talking about raising a child together here, Chan. It's not that I doubt you, I trust you with all my life but I just need to make sure that you are in it because you genuinely want it," you explained.

"I want it. I want to have a child with you," he boldly stated.

"But what about you?" He asked back.

"What about me?"

"I should be the one asking you if you also genuinely want it," he said, "you are the one who will be carrying our child for 9 months and give birth. I don't want you to get through that just because I selfishly asked you for it," he sadly said.

You always knew he was empathetic like that, so lucky that you find such a rare breed of man.

"I might need a little bit more time but yes, I do want it," you honestly answered.

Chan smiled so wide that his dimples sunken deep on his cheeks, "so it's a yes yes?" He asked for confirmation.

You sheepishly nodded, "yes,"

He hastily kissed your lips, "I'm so happy," he said to you.

He dragged you closer to the bed and held you, not willing to let go even just for a mere second.

"I can't wait to make a family with you," he muttered to you.

Then he realized something and quickly looked at you, "Not that I don't think of little Chan as my own child I-"

You shut him up with a kiss, "you know what makes me sure to have a child with you?" You asked him.

"What?"

"I know that you fell in love with little Chan first before you fell in love with me," you told him.

"I'm always grateful for the way you treated him like your own son," you added with a sweet smile.

He let out a dreamy sigh, feeling so contented with all the good things that happened that day that he wondered if he deserved all these blessings.

He hugged you because he didn't know how to convey it with words.

"That's also why I'm so sure you'd make a great dad for our child later," you said.

Chan probably would never stop blushing whenever he hears the word 'our child' for he has always been dreaming of what you and his child would be, regardless of gender, he would love them because they'll be a love child of yours together.

"Should we start making babies now?" He suddenly asked you as his hand made its way between your thighs.

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STARS ALIGNED.

PART I

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Author's Note: Advance warning! Prepare your delulu ass and embrace the cuteness, like it or not.

Chan was deep in his thoughts when the elevator dinged open, or he was too sleepy to barely function.

He waited until the door slid open to get in, then pushed the button to his apartment floor, when the elevator was about to slide shut, he saw someone coming his way.

Chan hurriedly pushed any button to halt the elevator door from closing as he watched you half-jogged into the elevator, carrying a coat and bag in one hand.

"Thank you," you muttered when you got in, then stood on the opposite corner as the elevator began riding up the building. Chan rubbed his eyes to take a look at you, he glanced at you, up and down.

You were wearing a skin-tight dress in the color he likes so much, black. The dress dipped low at the cleavage and hung low, right on the mid-thighs, Chan guessed that you must have been coming back from a night out.

Then you bent over to fix the strap of your shoes, and Chan's eyes flicked to the exposed skin on the back of your thighs, then down to where your hands worked open the straps, then strapped it back again, properly.

You yelped when you almost tripped, and Chan was ready to help you, but fortunately, you gripped the handlebar on time.

Chan almost forgot that he was in the elevator and his floor was one level away, stood up and looked straight ahead.

The elevator dinged again, signaling that it had arrived on his floor, and Chan caught a whiff of your nice-smelling perfume when he walked past you.

Chan didn't want to creep on you, but he was also curious about which floor you lived on.

When he looked back though, you were also getting out of the elevator and were walking behind him, but went in the opposite direction of the hall that leads to the other unit on his floor.

You walked up to the door and unlocked it. And that was the first time Chan saw the neighbor of his new apartment.

He got excited thinking that this wouldn't be the last time he saw you if you're neighbors.

-

"This is a really nice apartment," Jeongin beamed as he looked around Chan's new and still lack of furniture apartment.

Chan poured a glass of juice for himself and then took a canned soda for Jeongin, "I should thank you for telling me about it," he said, then handed Jeongin his drink.

Jeongin popped open the soda, "it was actually my aunt, she recommended it to me," he replied, then gulped his drink.

He gasped after he swallowed the drink and then sat on the sofa, "she lives in the next unit, by the way," he informed.

Chan thought he misheard him, so he didn't think about it that much. "I planned on giving this to my little cousin," he muttered while holding a paper bag, "but they're not at home right now," he sighed.

Jeongin placed the paper bag on the glass table, "can you give it to them instead?"

"Huh? Me?" He asked in utter confusion.

Jeongin nodded, "my aunt knows all of you," he assured him, "she'll recognize you,"

Chan pursed his lips, "but is your aunt really living in the next unit?" Jeongin nodded again as he sipped his carbonated drink.

"Why?" He asked.

"I've seen the person who lives in the next unit, and I don't think it's your aunt," he explained.

"That only means you're not famous enough," Jeongin joked, then got up from the sofa.

"I have to go, Hyung! I have practice," he said. He went to the kitchen to get his bag and slung it across his shoulder.

"Don't forget about my little cousin's gift," he pointed to the paper bag on the table.

But Chan forgot about it until the next day when he came back from the studio late at night and saw the paper bag still sitting on the table. He went to the next unit after breakfast the next morning, pushed the doorbell, and as he waited he peeked inside the bag to see the toys inside.

A moment later, the door was opened by a middle-aged woman, "Yes? Can I help you?" She asked.

Oh, so this must be Jeongin's aunt, he thought. "I am a friend of Jeongin," he announced.

But she looked as confused as he was, Chan thought that maybe she didn't recognize him as Jeongin said.

"He wants me to give you this for his little cousin," he said, then handed her the bag. He could hear the noise of cartoons playing on the TV and noises a little kid made inside the apartment.

The lady took the paper bag and smiled, "I'll make sure to let her know," she said.

"Oh, thank you," Chan muttered to her, "And I'm sorry that I delivered it late,"

"It's alright," she replied.

Chan nodded, "anyway, have a good day!" He said, then took a few steps back from the door.

And the lady smiled at him once again before closing the door.

Chan sighed in relief, but as he walked, he got confused, if she was Jeongin's aunt, then who's the girl he saw that day in the elevator?

He pulled out his phone to text Jeongin to inform him about the paper bag and ask him about his aunt.

But he stopped once he noticed the elevator dinged open, and you came out of it, you looked like you just came back from working out or probably back from the gym downstairs.

Your hair was damp with sweat, and you were fanning yourself with your hand, wearing tight dark leggings and a white t-shirt, the striking color of your sports bra was visible through the fabric.

He didn't know why, but Chan looked away as you walked closer in his direction.

"Good morning!" You said to him when you walked past by.

"Good morning!" Chan mumbled his reply and tried so hard not to look back at you.

He slowed his walk and heard you entering the passcode of your apartment, then got in.

Chan was getting more confused now, but he settled with the statement that maybe you are Jeongin's other cousin and you live with your mom and your little brother next to his apartment.

-

On the following day, Chan got in the elevator in the afternoon, he came home early from the night he spent working in the studio, his eyes were getting heavier the closer he got to home.

"Can you hold the elevator door open?" You shouted across him, half-jogged to make the time for the elevator before it slid shut. Chan punched the button too hard out of reflex but successfully kept the elevator door open.

You were panting once you got inside, "thank you," you muttered again.

Chan nodded, he should have said something, but the fatigue got to him.

It got quiet inside the small chamber, then you turned around and faced him, "Also, thank you for the toys for Chan," you said to him.

Chan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "pardon?"

Your hand flew to your forehead, "you delivered the gift from Jeongin yesterday," you reminded him.

"Yes," he said.

"Jeongin's aunt accepted it yesterday," he added.

You softly laughed, "but I am Jeongin's aunt," you told him.

Chan scoffed, but he didn't mean it in a rude way.

"And you are Bangchan," you added with a smile.

Chan blinked a few times, shaken by the information that he didn't see the elevator had arrived at his floor and dinged open. He dragged his feet out of the elevator and stood there facing you.

"You are Jeongin's aunt?" He asked again just in case he made it all up in his head, and because you looked so young, you would have passed as Jeongin's older sister than his aunt.

You nodded with a smile, "I think the one you met yesterday is the sitter," you told him.

"Oh!" Chan was completely taken aback.

"The sitter," he repeated like a broken robot.

Then a question popped in his head, "a sitter for who?"

"For Chan," you answered.

"Chan?" He foolishly asked you.

You laughed out loud with a hand covering your mouth, "oh, I should have known that a conservative like Jeongin wouldn't openly talk about his family like that," you said.

You cleared your throat, then clutched your bag with both hands in front of you, "I have a son, and his name is Chan," you told him.

With his lack of sleep-brain tried to receive this much information, Chan believed his head was about to explode at that very moment.

"Anyway, don't hesitate to visit sometimes," you told him, then left.

While Chan was standing there with a hand on the wall, still trying to process everything.

Once he made it to his apartment, Chan called Jeongin and bombarded him with so many questions but spared him from the embarrassing details.

Jeongin told him that you are older than Chan by two years, got pregnant with your son three years ago with your boyfriend, married for almost two years, and newly divorced a few months ago.

And all he could say to that was "wow,"

After a quick goodbye, Chan hung up the phone and put it away. Today had been overwhelming to him, that he didn't have a hard time falling to sleep like he used to.

-

A few days later, he met you at the parking basement, taking out your grocery bags from the trunk. He half-jogged to help you to lend a hand.

"Need a hand?" He kindly offered.

"Well, if you don't mind," you said to him.

Chan slung his backpack and picked up the two big grocery bags himself.

"I'll get Chan," you said to him, then walked up to the backseat to unbuckle him from the baby seat. You carried him and walked with Chan to the entrance, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

"This is my son, Chan," you introduced your son to him, "or should I say little Chan?" You playfully said.

Chan put the grocery bags down so he could take the little guy's hand, "Hello, my name is Chan too!" He said, then shook his little hand.

When he looked at both of your side by side like this, he could see the resemblance. He has your eyes and nose, you both have small, round lips and cute smiles. Then again, you could have passed as little Chan's sister than her mother.

Chan lowered his head so he could be at eye level with little Chan, "Hi, how old are you?"

But little Chan looked so drowsy as he rested his head on your chest.

"It's his nap time," you informed Chan.

Chan decided to pet his head instead and let the child rest in your arms.

He glanced at you holding the child so close and gently caressing his back until he fell asleep on your shoulder.

Once the elevator arrived at your floor, Chan carried your grocery bags right to the front of your apartment door and sighed.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked again.

"Yes," you sheepishly said.

"Can you hold the door open?"

Chan smiled, and his dimples appeared on both of his cheeks, "of course," he said.

He held the apartment door open as you stepped in carrying your child, then he took all of the grocery bags with him and placed them on the dining table.

You hurriedly lay little Chan on his crib and slowly took off his coat without trying to wake him up, you've done this a hundred times, so this came as an easy thing to do for you.

Chan was waiting for you by the dining table, and the colorful notes sticking to the fridge door in the kitchen caught his attention, he got closer to see what was written on them: a lot of phone numbers, schedules, appointments, more urgent telephone numbers then a picture of baby Chan with you with a birthday cake and another picture of you and little Chan on the beach.

He saw you coming out of little Chan's room smiling at him.

"Let me get you a drink," you said without asking him first, this was the least you could do for helping him.

You gave him a glass of orange juice, "thank you for helping me," you told him.

"And please, sit down!" You said since he had been standing from the moment he got into your apartment.

Chan sat on the chair next to the dining table and then looked at you unpacking your grocery bag to pull out a bag of apples. Which you washed them skillfully peeled with such ease like you had done it countless times, and you probably did since you have a child.

You cut them into small slices and then slid the plate in front of Chan on the table.

"You have a nice apartment!" He praised.

"That's nice of you to say!" You said.

But he was being sincere, apart from the obvious mess of little Chan's toys scattered on the carpeted floor of the living room, your apartment looks neat to him.

"I can only tidy up as much as I can when Chan is napping or sleeping," you said, then pour yourself a glass of juice.

"Oh, I mean, little Chan," you added.

Chan softly laughed because his ears perked up whenever you mentioned his name.

"How about work then?" He asked because he was seriously curious.

"I only work at the office 3 days out of a week and the rest at home," you answered.

"Most of my job desk doesn't require me to be at the office," you furtherly explained.

"And what is your job?" He asked.

"I'm a columnist," you replied.

"Interesting!" Chan beamed.

"Well, it's the only way to make a career out of my degree," you jokingly said.

Chan got stunned at how you managed to work and take care of your child, the house, everything, all alone.

You took a slice of apple and took a bite, "well, enough about me," you said.

"How about you?" You asked, then placed a hand against your cheek as you waited for his answer.

Chan never got asked such a question, and he didn't know how to answer because most people already knew what he does.

"Well, I'm always busy producing music," he answered.

“Jeongin was right when he said you are such a hardworking man," you said to him.

Chan got flustered by your praise that his ears turned red, "well, I'm trying still," he said.

You placed your hand on his then said, "don't be apologetic for being hardworking,"

Chan nodded, agreeing with your words. He left a moment later because he knew he would only disturb you the longer he stayed.

"I mean it when I said don't hesitate to visit," you told him before closing the door.

He nodded and smiled, "don't hesitate to visit my apartment too,"

"Of course!" You said, waving bye at him.

And Chan regretted inviting you to his apartment as he has so much to show to you with his apartment still a mess like this.

-

Chan was brushing his teeth when his doorbell rang, he hurriedly washed his mouth clean and then headed to the door to open it.

He didn't expect to see you, and you saw him looking like he just rolled out of the bed with his bedhead and puffy eyes on a late morning like this but luckily, he already put on a proper t-shirt.

"I am so sorry for disturbing you like this," you said to him.

Chan tried to brush his hair to neat them but ended up making it even messier, "no, it's alright," he quickly said.

"What's up?" He asked. And he winced hearing the words that came out of his mouth, he could have said something decent like 'how are you?' or 'what can I help you?' or something simple like 'good morning', but why did he settle with 'what's up?'.

"I have an urgent meeting today, and I can't get a sitter on such short notice," you explained.

"Do you mind looking after little Chan for an hour or so?" You asked.

The request took him by surprise that he spaced out for a bit.

"The girl who used to babysit Chan from the lower unit is at school at this hour, so I don't have any choice," you elaborated.

He could sense the urgency in your voice, not that Chan couldn't take care of a toddler for hours since he had taken of his younger brother before, but it was your child, and he wasn't sure if little Chan would love his company.

"I can do that," he answered.

You sighed in relief.

"But can you give me a few minutes? I need to-"

"Sure, sure," you quickly agreed, "I'll wait at my apartment," you told him.

After changing his clothes into proper ones, Chan went to your apartment and rang your doorbell.

You opened the door already dressed and ready to go, "I'm sorry again that I disturb your day," you said to him.

Chan waved you off as he stepped inside and saw little Chan sitting on the carpeted floor holding his toys, but he was intently watching the cartoon on the TV.

"If it isn't this urgent, I wouldn't have asked you, really!" you told him, feeling bad to make him babysit little Chan.

"It's okay," Chan said. "I don't have anything to do today anyway," he added. You gave him a few quick instructions if little Chan asked for something, his snacks or milk, his favorite toys or cartoon he likes to watch.

"I'll be back before lunch, I swear," you added.

"Take your time," he said to you. You squeezed his elbow, "thank you," you muttered again to him.

You squatted down on the floor next to little Chan to talk to him, "hey buddy, mommy has to go for a bit," you spoke so low.

You pointed at Chan, "but uncle Chan here will be with you while I'm away," you explained.

Little Chan nodded even though he wasn't fully listening because of the cartoon playing in the background, "you don't really listen to mommy, right?"

He giggled.

"Can mommy have a hug?" You asked.

Little Chan got up and hugged you by looping his hands around your neck.

"Can mommy get a kiss too?" You asked while pursing your lips. Instead on the lips, little Chan gave you a slobbering kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Chan smiled witnessing the whole thing, it was adorable and made him warm inside.

"Be good to uncle Chan, okay?" You said again, then kissed him on the forehead and a ruffle on his hair.

You walked up to Chan, "please, take care of him!" You said to him, then gathered your coat and bag from the dining table.

"Don't worry! I'll take care of him well," he assured you.

"Thank you once again," you sincerely said as he sent you off to the door.

"Please don't mention it! And be careful!" He said to you.

He watched you leave until you disappeared from his sight, then headed back inside to little Chan still watching the cartoon on the TV.

Chan was thankful for the experience he had with his younger brother that he knows how to be around little children like this. But little Chan was one of a kind, he's an adorable boy and a little quiet, yet so cheerful, bright.

He laughed at every little thing Chan did, and Chan liked how his laughs were so infectious. He realized he never enjoyed being around someone like this in such a long time, it also made him peculiarly nostalgic, reminded him of how pure and beautiful life could be when he play with a little kid like this.

You didn't expect the meeting would end past lunch hour, you skipped the invitation for lunch and went home right away. You were ready to apologize to Chan for making him babysit longer than you asked him to.

You entered the passcode of your apartment and got inside, hastily took your shoes off, then went inside.

But it was so quiet, probably because little Chan was napping, but once you got to the living room, you saw Chan sleeping on the sofa with little Chan lying on his stomach while holding a half-finished bottle of milk in his hand.

You smiled looking at how adorable they looked falling asleep together, you secretly took a picture of them with your phone, then silently went to your bedroom to change your clothes.

Chan woke up a moment later and saw you in the kitchen, going back and forth, taking things out of the fridge.

Seeing that little Chan was still sleeping, Chan slowly removed himself and then put the blanket on little Chan.

You smiled when you noticed Chan had woken up and came to the kitchen, "oh, did I wake you?" You asked him.

He groaned while rubbing his eyes, "oh, sorry for falling asleep," he mumbled, then sat on the dining table.

"I make sandwiches for lunch. Do you want some?" You asked him.

Chan couldn't deny that he woke up hungry, "yes, please," he replied.

You placed a plate of freshly made sandwiches in front of him with a glass of orange juice, then sat down to also eat your own.

"Thank you once again for today, Chan," you said to him.

"Please stop thanking me, it's nothing," he said with a mouthful of food.

"I hope little Chan didn't bother you so much today," you said with a sympathetic smile.

"No," he shortly replied.

"He's really, really sweet and adorable," he added.

You cooed at his praise, then sighed, "I'm glad then,"

Chan checked his phone that was vibrating in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out to see a lot of notifications.

"I think I have to go," he said as he read so many messages to tell him to come to the studio.

"Please don't let me be on the way," you said to him. "It's okay, I can go after I finish this," he said to you, then took a big bite of his sandwich.

Chan took a last look at little Chan still sleeping while sucking his thumb, and he smiled at how much he truly enjoyed playing with him.

"Thank you once again, Chan!" You said for the umpteenth time.

Chan got tired of making you stop saying it to him, "I'll be gladly doing it again," he said to you as he walked to the threshold.

"But can I come just to play with little Chan?"

You chuckled, "of course!"

He smiled at your answer, "okay then, thank you for the lunch!" He said.

"No worries!"

He looked at you and the curve of your smile that he didn't fully pay attention to earlier, how it was the same as little Chan has: a lovely, genuine smile.

"Be careful!" You said to him before closing the door.

"I will," he said back, looking at you for the last time before he left.

-

The last time Chan saw you were three days ago when he met you with little Chan in the basement parking and headed to the elevator.

His eyes shot to little Chan walking next to you, and you matched your pace with him, patiently walking at a painstakingly slow pace with your hand holding his little hand.

"Hey, where have you guys been?" Chan asked.

"We just came back from dinner with little Chan's grandad," you answered.

You let go of little Chan's hand to let him walk on his own, "I heard from Jeongin you're going to Japan?" You asked as you spotted the suitcase he had with him.

"I'm going tonight," he said.

He squatted down to welcome little Chan to his embrace, and it surprised him how he went to hug him.

You smiled seeing how little Chan grew fond of Chan, "you guys bonding in such a short time," you said, impressed.

"I think because we have the same name?" Chan guessed, then offered his hand at little Chan for a high five.

A car that came to pick up Chan arrived, and he reluctantly let go of little Chan.

"We'll play together again soon, okay?" He sweetly said to him.

Little Chan nodded while sucking his thumb but returned the high five for Chan.

You took little Chan and hoisted him up to carry him in your arms, "have a safe trip! Send my regard to Jeongin," you said to him.

The car stopped just a few steps away, and Chan dragged his suitcase with him.

"Say bye-bye uncle Chan!" You said along while waving little Chan's hand at him.

But little Chan could only mumble the words while waving his hand.

"Bye, little Chan!" Chan before he got into the car.

And he watched as the two of you still waved at him even though the car was leaving the parking basement.

-

Jeongin elbowed him on the stomach when they were queuing to get off the plane.

"Are you going to stay at the dorm, or are you going to your apartment?" He asked.

Chan shrugged. With his head still fogged with sleep and fatigue, he couldn't make a clear choice.

"I don't know," he mumbled, then put an arm around him.

"Well, if you're going home to the apartment," he pulled out a paper bag at him, "can you please give this to my aunt?" He asked.

"Wow, you really love your little cousin, huh?" Chan teased him, but he knew that Jeongin likes little children in general.

"It's not just a gift, it's a birthday gift for Chan," he said.

"Huh?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my little cousin's name is also Chan," he said.

"No, I know that," Chan said.

"But when is little Chan's birthday?" He asked, genuinely curious because how come he missed such an important event, especially with you living next to him.

"It was yesterday," he answered.

Chan felt bad for not knowing about this. He scrolled down your social media that he secretly stalked since a few days ago, seeing all the pictures of little Chan's birthday with a cake decorated with his favorite cartoon character, and you posed with him on your lap with a birthday hat perched on your head.

He regretted not being there, he could have had so much fun with little Chan, and he would gift him something special.

But it would take time to find something special, and he got no time for that he was late for the occasion. Chan asked to be dropped off at his apartment and went up to his floor carrying Jeongin's gift for little Chan.

He went to his apartment first, washed up and changed his clothes, and checked himself in the mirror before heading out.

It was only 8 when he rang your doorbell, he was partly afraid that little Chan was already sleeping, but he got Jeongin's birthday gift as an excuse to come.

You opened the door not long after, and a smile rose on your face when you found him behind the door.

"Oh wow, hi! I didn't know you were already back from Japan!" You exclaimed, then stepped away from the door to let him in.

"Hi, sorry for coming while you're having dinner," he said as he took his shoes off and could see little Chan sitting on his baby chair pushed to the dining table.

"No, you come at the right time! We're having little Chan's favorite tonight," you informed, then led him to the dining table.

Chan glanced at the dish served on the dining table, "is it because we have the same name that our favorite food is also the same?" Chan playfully asked.

You softly laughed, then pulled out a chair for him, "please, sit down! I'll get you a plate," you told him.

Not only that it was his favorite food he was having, but you also cooked it deliciously, Chan couldn't stop stuffing his mouth, and you were more than happy to see him eat well like that.

"It's interesting to see two Chans eating their favorite food so well," you sighed in delight, then refilled the almost empty glass of Chan with water.

"But it's really good," he praised.

"It almost tastes like my mom's cook," he added, then shoved another spoonful.

Chan guessed that there's magic in every mother's hands that can make the food they make delicious and it has that distinctive taste that he can't get anywhere else.

"Thank you, Chan!" You beamed.

Little Chan giggled when he thought you called him, "Not you, it's the big uncle Chan," you said while gently poking little Chan's chubby cheek.

Before he forgets, Chan took the paper bag of Jeongin's gift for little Chan to you.

"Jeongin wants me to give this to you for little Chan," he said, "he couldn't visit because he has to practice for a show," he explained.

You pulled the wrapped box out of the paper bag and gave it to little Chan, "want to see what uncle Jeongin got you?" You asked him.

Little Chan's hands reached for the box and helplessly unwrapping the gift with his small hands, you eventually helped him to reveal a toy plane from his favorite cartoon series.

"We'll video call uncle Jeongin later to say thanks, okay?" You said to him as you put away the wrapping paper and box.

Chan hesitated to present his gift, he meekly nudged your elbow with the box.

"This one is from me," he announced.

"Oh, you don't have to!" You kindly said but took the gift from him.

You gave the present to little Chan to unwrap again, "this is from big uncle Chan," you said to him.

"Happy birthday, little Chan!" Chan sweetly congratulated him with a sweet smile and dimples on his cheek.

You gasped when you found a plushie inside the box, "oh!"

And Chan he couldn't tell if you were disappointed or slightly surprised.

"Oh, we have the uncle Jeongin's one!" You said as you handed little Chan the wolfchan plushie.

And Chan sighed with eyes closed, of course, Jeongin gifted little Chan with his designated plushie.

"Little Chan already has a favorite though," you informed him.

"The fox one?" Chan guessed.

You shook your head, "No, it's the chicken one!" You replied.

"Oh, Felix!" He exclaimed.

You nodded, "that's little Chan's favorite," you said.

You saw the disappointment in Chan's face and you quickly came up with something cheerful, "but I guess this wolfie can be little Chan's new best friend," you said.

You pinched little Chan's cheek, "right, buddy?" You asked him.

"Can you hug the wolfie? Mommy wants to take a picture!" You told him.

You positioned the plushie in his arms and then snapped a picture, which you briefly showed to Chan.

"I think wolfie and little Chan have the same smile too," Chan praised.

"Except for the dimples," you added then looked up at him as the dimples sunken when he smiled.

"Exactly like those dimples," you said to him.

Chan got flustered, he was sure his ears got red without needing to look in the mirror.

You snapped another picture of little Chan and the toy he got from Jeongin and sent it to him along with a thank you message.

"Can you excuse us for a moment? I need to bathe little Chan before he gets sleepy," you said to him as you got up from the chair.

"Then let me wash the dishes," he said.

"Oh, no, just let them. I'll do it later," you refused.

"It's nothing," he waved you off, collected the dirty dishes then took them into the sink.

Once he finished them all, he wiped the dining table clean with a cloth, and you still haven't done bathed little Chan. He got curious and peeked inside to see you were playing with him by splashing water into his body.

He smiled seeing it through the space of the ajar door then went back to the living room to get himself a glass of water.

You came out of his bedroom with the front of your white blouse drenched with water, he almost choked on his water as he saw your black lacey bra through the wet fabric.

"Chan, can you stay with little Chan for a bit? I need to change my clothes," you said from the doorway of little Chan's bedroom.

Chan had to look away for him to properly respond to you, "yes, sure," he answered.

You walked to your bedroom and shut the door close while Chan went inside little Chan's bedroom and saw him sitting on the big sofa, playing with his favorite plushie of Felix's designated plushie.

"Tiggy!" he mumbled to him while pointing to the storybook on top of the dresser.

"You want me to read you a bedtime story?" He asked him, then sat next to him on the sofabed.

Little Chan nodded.

Chan took the wolfie plushie and then handed it to him, "can you hold wolfchan? Because he wants to listen to the bedtime story too," he said adorably to steal his attention.

Little Chan hesitated but didn't complain when Chan placed the plushie in his other arm.

He triumphantly smiled at him, "wolfie is not alone anymore now," he playfully said to him.

He took a storybook from the pile on top of the dresser with a tiger on the cover and started flipping open the pages to read it. Chan put an arm around him so he could see the drawing on the book together and pointed to the character on it.

"Tiggy!!!" Little Chan shouted as he pointed to the white tiger in the storybook.

"Yes, it's a tiger!" Chan said to him while petting his head affectionately.

"Tiggy!!!" He repeated with a grin.

And Chan laughed at how cute little Chan said tiggy instead of the tiger.

"Tiggy!" Chan repeated to him.

Little Chan giggled at him while sucking his index finger, then rested his head on Chan's chest, and he felt warm, so small and fragile. Chan suddenly got protective of him.

It amazed him how a little person like little Chan could make him forget all the bad in the world and that he still can find pure, unadulterated happiness like this from him.

Chan got touched for a moment, but little Chan flipped the page and forced him to continue reading the bedtime story.

When you came to his bedroom, little Chan was already asleep in Chan's arms, sucking his thumb with his cheek pressed to the side. You grimaced at him for making him do half the work you usually do for the day.

You helped him put little Chan in his crib then kissed him goodnight on the forehead before exiting his room and tried not to make a sound in the process.

"So, you met the Tiggy?" You asked him with a soft laugh. Chan nodded, "yes. And he's one handsome tiger," he playfully remarked.

You softly laughed, then led him to sit on the sofa, "you want to see the pictures I took on little Chan's birthday?" You asked him.

"I'd love to," he said.

It was interesting that you took pictures in film and have them developed, not with digital cameras or phones. You handed him a stack of photos and huddled close to see it together.

And you took great photos, vintage looking and pleasing to the eyes.

"That's little Chan with his grandparents," you informed him.

And you pointed to a guy that Chan could easily recognize, "it's Jeongin older brother, right?" He asked.

You nodded.

Then you pointed to little Chan's smile in one picture, "look at those adorable whiskers he has," you showed him with your finger on the photo.

Chan smiled and agreed with you, he just realized that instead of dimples, little Chan has whiskers on his face when he smiles.

"He's so cute," Chan praised him as he rubbed his thumb over his face on the photo.

"He's such a sweet, sweet boy," you said with a dreamy sigh. And Chan looked at you, smiling so beautifully with crinkles in your eyes.

"I always get sentimental on his birthday," you muttered with a sad sigh.

"It feels like yesterday I was pregnant with him," you said as you rested your hand against the headrest of the sofa.

"He grew up so fast," you said as you looked into the space on the floor.

"It also makes me regret that I didn't enjoy my pregnancy back then," you sincerely admitted.

"Why?" He asked you with eyebrows furrowed.

"Firstly, because it was an unplanned one," you honestly answered.

"I was panic, afraid, scared that I couldn't take care of a human being because, at that time, I wasn't even know how to properly take care of myself," you furtherly explained.

"And most of the time, I got haunted by the fear that I can't be a mother for him," you sadly muttered.

And Chan could see the sadness in your eyes and the glimpse of fears you had at that time, so alone and afraid. People always forget that being pregnant is more than just carrying a child.

He got even more in awe than in the list of reasons you told him, none of it wasn't about you being selfish, you genuinely care for the child even before he was born. Chan thought that was when you truly became a mother: when you put your child first among everything else.

"You're a good mom, you know," he boldly said to you.

You brushed your hair to the side out of anxiety, "I'm trying still," you sheepishly said.

"When I first met you, I didn’t even know you're a mom, then I see all this and how you do everything on your own," he said, then shifted on his seat to face you, "you're amazing!"

You nodded as a way to accept his praise, "thank you, Chan!"

"You're very welcome!" He said with a sweet smile.

Chan continued looking at all the photos one by one, more little Chan with his birthday cake and a pile of birthday presents, him with a group of people which he assumed were your friends.

He couldn't hide the disappointment that he wasn't in any of these photos.

"Too bad I couldn't come to the party because this looked so fun," he said.

"We'll take a picture together next!" You suddenly said. Chan turned his head at you.

"I have to take at least one picture of two Chans together," you said with a gleeful smile.

Then you remembered something and picked up your phone, "I actually have a picture of you together," you told him and opened the photo gallery on your phone to find the picture of them falling asleep together on the sofa.

When you found it, you showed it to Chan, "I took a picture of you two that day," you said to him.

Chan looked at the picture and saw him sleeping with little Chan laying on top of him while holding a bottle of milk and his hand kept him from falling to the side.

He smiled the whole time he spent looking at his picture then snapped himself away.

"Can you send the picture to me?" He asked you.

"That'd be possible if I have your phone number," you said to him, then handed him your phone so he could put his number in your contacts.

You sent the picture right away, and Chan's phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

Chan glanced at the clock on his phone and realized it was getting late, he needed rest from his trip since he has a packed schedule tomorrow.

"It's getting late, I'd better go," he said to you, then put his phone back into his jeans pocket.

"Yeah, you should rest! You must be tired from your trip!" You agreed.

You sent him off to the door like usual and lingered until he disappeared from your sight.

"Thank you for the dinner!" He said to you.

"I should be the one thanking you for the gift!" You said back to him.

When Chan got back to his apartment, he collapsed onto his bed and pulled out his phone to see the picture once with little Chan once again. He zoomed in into the picture, at little Chan's angelic face, sleeping so peacefully in his arms.

He didn't know how to fathom it into words, but it was like he saw a glimpse of what his future would look like, and it warmed his heart.

It would be hard for someone like him, especially in the industry he works in to have a private life before he has an established career, but as he looked at the picture of him with little Chan, he felt like his dream of having a family of his own was possible.

-

But he had to hold on to that thought much longer. He had been busy and didn't have time to come home to his apartment, he didn't even have time for himself. He could console himself with the picture he has with little Chan and sometimes stalked your social media to see a new picture of little Chan, but unfortunately, you didn't post that much lately.

One night, when got home to the dorm after a long day, he received a new message from you.

Little Chan really likes the new song, uncle Chan!

You said in the message along with a video of little Chan dancing to the song playing on the TV. Little Chan cutely danced, jumping on his little feet and also giggling along. Chan giggled along while watching the video and repeated it until he couldn't take the cuteness anymore.

Another week had passed, and Chan finally had time to come to his apartment, but he was sad that he couldn't visit right away on an early morning like this.

Just like the thought of you unconsciously calling for you, he got out of the elevator and found you waiting there in your workout attire.

"Hey! Long time no see!" You beamed while he kept the elevator door open.

"Yes, hi! How are you?" He asked.

"I'm good!" You answered, "you?"

"I'm very well," he answered as he scratched his head, "you're going to the gym?"

You nodded, then laughed, "I am so sorry, but I think we hold the elevator," you told him.

You pulled him out of the elevator and then stepped inside, "let's talk again later," you told him.

"Sure, no worries!" He said to you.

You smiled and waved at him before the elevator closed.

Chan spent the whole day sleeping in his bedroom, and when he woke up, it was dark in the room. He glanced at the clock on the wall to see if it was a proper time to visit you and wondered if little Chan was still awake. He braved himself and came to your apartment.

He got slightly shocked to find you opened the door for him, you were wearing a sweater, but he could see the silk nightdress you were wearing underneath.

"Oh hi!" You beamed and didn't wait to let him in.

"Please, come in!"

It was extremely quiet when he got in, and he believed little Chan was already sleeping.

"Little Chan is already sleeping?" He asked in a low voice. You shook your head, "no, he's at his dad for the weekend," you told him.

Chan got a bit disappointed, but there was not much he can do.

"You want to drink something?" You asked him.

"Juice?" You offered with your head slightly tipped to the side.

"Yes, please," he replied.

Chan sat on the sofa, and he noticed that you were folding the laundry, mostly little Chan's clothes. Chan found it interesting to see clothes in small sizes like this.

"I'm sorry for the mess," you told him as you gave him his glass of juice.

You sat on the other end of the sofa, "I feel a little fidgety when little Chan is away so this is what I do to calm myself down," you explained and took a piece of clothing from the basket, then folded it neatly on your lap before placing it on the stack.

"I find this therapeutic," he said as he watched you do all that seamlessly.

You softly laughed, "you've been busy," you said without looking at him and folded the clothes on your lap.

"Yeah, I fall asleep the moment I got back in my apartment and just woke up a while ago," he admitted but regretted saying it in such detail.

"Wow, you must be tired," you cooed at him.

Chan remembered something and handed you something, "Here! For little Chan," he said.

"It's not his favorite cartoon series, but I hope he likes it," he added. You took the signed CD from him and smiled, "even Jeongin never gifted me this before," you said.

"I have to buy it myself and have him sign it for me," you joked.

You put the CD away, "little Chan likes the song. I have to, at least, play it once a day," you said to him.

Chan smiled hearing the words and that smile of yours, so beautiful even without a touch of make-up.

"Thank you, Chan!" You muttered.

Chan smiled again, but this time, he boldly looked into your eyes. It was getting intense, and he believed you sensed it too.

You looked away first and put the neat stack of clothes away on the coffee table.

"Have you had dinner?" You asked him.

"Not yet," he honestly answered.

"You want me to cook you something?" You asked him.

"I don't want to bother you,"

"Oh please!" You rolled your eyes at him, "do I look like I'm busy here?"

Chan laughed and took a sip of his juice.

It was fascinating to him, watching you pacing around the kitchen, getting things from the cabinet and drawers, taking out ingredients from the fridge, and cooking for him.

The way you bent over to get something from the bottom freezer, stood on your tiptoe to get plates from the top cabinet, the way your body moved backward as you pulled open the drawer, and your hands skillfully chopped vegetables on the cutting board.

Everything was just so fascinating to him.

He had seen women do all kinds of things, especially cooking, but with you, it just felt different.

"This is really good!" Chan praised you once he tasted your cooking.

"Thank you!" You thanked him for the praise with a smile on your face.

"You're a great cook!" He praised you again.

You burst out laughing, "thanks to my picky eater ex-husband," you poked fun.

It always surprised him that he forgot this detail, that you did not only have a son but also had a husband until a few months ago.

"May I know why you're divorced?" Chan hesitantly asked.

"I assure you it's not because he's a picky eater," you playfully remarked.

Chan softly laughed.

"I might have unintentionally pressured him to marry me because I want Chan to have a present dad," you said.

"But one thing for sure is that we were both not ready for it," you sighed in between your sentences, "marriage is not something you should take lightly," you finished.

Chan nodded, he agreed with that there is a lot to consider when it comes to something substantial like marriage or having a child.

"I'm sorry if my question discomfort you," Chan said, he felt uneasy asking it seeing you got quiet after answering the question.

"No, I'm glad the question is out of the way," you told him, "it's going to be easier from here,"

Chan didn't know what you mean by that, but he was also glad that he got to know you better at that moment.

-

Chan's curiosity for little Chan's dad got answered when he saw him in the basement parking, and you were there to pick him up. You carried little Chan in your arms while talking to your ex-husband, who stood next to the car without turning off the engine.

"Can you give dad a hug?" You said to little Chan, but he seemed to be too fussy to obey you.

Your ex-husband gave little Chan a quick kiss on the head before getting back into the car and leaving.

Chan immediately walked into the entrance of the building and pushed the elevator button.

You came to a little while later, and he was right, little Chan was fussy, whining at you with his hands clutching your shoulders.

"Look, there's uncle Chan!" You said to him, "say hi uncle Chan!" You tried to cheer him up but failed.

"Hi, little Chan!" Chan greeted him, but he looked the other way.

You sighed, "I'm sorry, he's upset," you told Chan as the elevator dinged open.

He let you get inside first then followed you from behind, "what happened?" He asked then pushed the button to your floor.

"His dad promised him to see Tiggy at the zoo today, but he can't because he has to go somewhere for work," you elaborated while rubbing little Chan's back to calm him down.

Chan nodded, leaned in to look at little Chan resting his head on your shoulder from behind you, "you want to see tiggy?" Chan asked the little one.

Little Chan nodded with his pouty lips.

Chan couldn't stand seeing him sad like this and not doing anything, the idea just went through his head.

"Do you want to go with uncle Chan to the zoo then?" He asked.

Little Chan nodded again with a smile that bloomed on his face.

You turned to face him, "Chan, you don't have to, I'm sure you're already busy," you resisted him, feeling a little uneasy taking his time, "I am planning to go with him anyway,"

"No, it's okay. I'm free for the day," he responded while taking little Chan's hand in his so he could wrap his small hands around Chan's index finger.

"And also, I miss playing with little Chan," he added, then gently pinched his cheek.You looked at him and sighed in defeat.

"It's going to be fun," he assured you.

And it was fun. You were so grateful for having him around carrying little Chan and helping him to see all the animals, playing with him, telling him things, tirelessly teaching him how to say 'gorilla' because little Chan kept saying it 'kolala' and you smiled witnessing all that.

Little Chan got super excited when he was about to see the tiger, he couldn't stop shouting, "Tiggy!" He screamed and Chan struggled to contain his excitement when he sat him down on the outer barrier of the captivity.

"Where's the tiggy?" Chan asked him with a hand holding him firm.

Little Chan pointed to the tiger walking to the small pond to drink water, "tiggy!" He shouted.

"How many tiggy is there?" He asked him again.

"Let's count together!" He said, held little Chan's hand and pointed it to the tigers inside the captivity, counting it together.

You couldn't stop smiling, and you took pictures of them together with your phone.

You took a break from walking around the zoo to eat snacks you quickly packed earlier because the trip was sudden. You sat on a picnic bench and spread everything out on the table with little Chan sitting on the table and let him eat the sliced fruit himself. While Chan drank one of little Chan's bottled juice.

"Oh wow, that looks delicious!" You beamed at little Chan when you saw him stab the fruit with the tiny fork.

Little Chan laughed and lifted the fruit in the air.

"Can mommy have a bite, please?" You teased and opened your mouth to let him feed you.

But instead of giving it to you, he fed it to Chan instead.

"It's for me?" Chan asked him before opening his mouth to him.

Little Chan nodded.

Chan opened his mouth and let the kid feed him, he chewed it while grinning.

"Thank you," he muttered to little Chan who was also grinning seeing him eating so passionately.

You glared at Chan, "if it keeps going like this, I'd lose my brownie points," you joked.

Chan laughed, "I suggest you change your name too then," he joked back.

The zoo was crowded as you walked to see more animals, Chan was carrying little Chan with one arm because it was dangerous to let him walk himself and you had a hard time keeping up with them with people brushing your shoulder as they walked past you.

"Hey, come here," Chan said, then grabbed your hand to hold you as you walked.

It was awkward to hold hands so you decided to link your arm instead and walked together.

Thankfully, it was less crowded when you got to the aquatic animals' section, and Chan decided to let little Chan roam around the place and walked to see the fish inside the tanks while he watched him from a distance.

A man came up to you and handed you his phone, "will you please take a picture of us?" He asked, then gestured to his little family already posing behind him, next to a tank of colorful clownfish.

"Sure!" You answered.

You took a few pictures and let them choose themselves which one was best.

"Let us take a picture of your family as well," the man said.

"Oh, no, we're not-"

But Chan came and put his hand on the small of your back, "sure, please take a good one!" He said, then handed him his phone.

You stood next to him while he carried little Chan again on his arm, then pulled you closer next to him, you smiled as the man aimed the camera at you.

"What a nice young family!" The man said as he handed Chan his phone back.

You got flustered and ready to deny the statement, but Chan already got ahead of you.

"Thank you so much," he said to the man.

It was dinner dark by the time you exited the zoo and decided to have dinner out together. You fed little Chan as you waited for your order to come, Chan hesitated to eat because you were still busy feeding little Chan when the meals arrived.

"You can eat first, Chan, go ahead," you told him.

Little Chan shouted because he thought you called him, "Not you, it's uncle Chan over there," you cooed to him, then fed him another spoonful of his baby food mix.

Chan offered to play with him once he was done with his dinner, he took little Chan to play so you could have your dinner in peace. The drive home was quiet because little Chan fell asleep once he got into the car.

And Chan kindly carried him again back to your apartment, then lay him down in his crib.

You grimaced at him, "you did the whole thing today," you said to him in a low voice.

"I didn't know what I would have been without you," you added. Chan led you out of little Chan's room, "I had fun," he responded, then walked to the kitchen.

"Plus, I don't have to do my workout today," he said as he stretched his arms.

"Oh!" You exclaimed while laughing.

You put a hand on his and gently squeezed, "But seriously, thank you, Chan!" You muttered.

"Thank you for today!" You said again with your eyes looking straight into his.

Chan felt warm inside, not only did he get a taste of what it felt like to have a family of his own, but he got to help you and be someone you could rely on, which made him feel like he has just achieved something larger than his life.

Chan went back to his apartment feeling so contented, and looking at all the pictures taken of him, and you with little Chan perched on his arm made his heart swell with so much warmth. He never felt this kind of happiness before, the intensity and the immensity of it scared him yet he wanted more of it.

-

Once Chan dived back into his work, he realized that this also bring him happiness, but it was a different kind and it satisfied a different part of him.

It was like two different worlds, and if only he could find the balance of that, he believed he would make one, perfectly happy man.

A few days later, Chan visited you before he'd be going on a one-week trip abroad for work. But he found you opening the door looking so weary and restless, yet you still smiled at him.

"Hi, Chan! Nice to see you!" You said to him.

"Do I come at a bad time?" He asked.

You shook your head and stepped aside to let him in, "it's Chan," you sighed.

"He's sick with a fever since last night," you said as checked little Chan sleeping in his bedroom.

"But thankfully, nothing serious, he's sleeping now," you said to him.

"Did you take him to the doctor?" He asked you.

"Yes," you answered then sat on the sofa, "the doctor said it's just common cold,"

Chan sighed in relief but looking at you slightly anxious like that made him feel uneasy and he guessed you didn't get much sleep last night. You looked wan and weak, it was like you were the one who was sick, not little Chan.

"Have you had lunch?" He asked.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall and realized that you haven't had anything since this morning, "I haven't eaten anything," you answered.

Chan softly hissed in worry, "we'll order some food then," he said.

After lunch, you fell asleep while Chan was doing the dishes. He got sad watching you sleeping on the sofa, tired and worn out, he was sure that this wasn't your first time handling a sick child before, but knowing that you had been doing it all alone made him broken inside.

He put a blanket on you and accidentally woke you up, but Chan was quick to put you down, "you can nap," he whispered, "I'll keep an eye on little Chan," he assured you with a hand on your shoulder.

You put your hand on him, "thank you," you muttered then went back to sleep.

Chan silently went to little Chan's bedroom and checked on him, put a hand on his forehead for a quick temperature check, he was warm, and he could see the beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

As he gently wiped his sweat, Chan understood your heartache, seeing little Chan sick, and couldn't smile or laugh as he used to make him feel the same way.

You woke up in the afternoon to the sound of Chan's phone ringing on the table, and the sky was turning darker when you saw through the window. You dashed to little Chan's room to see Chan cradling him in his arms.

"He was crying earlier, so I tried to calm him down," he whispered.

You walked up to see little Chan going back to sleep again, "your phone is ringing," you told him.

He nodded, carefully lay little Chan back on his crib, and tried not to wake him up in the process. He walked out of the room while you went to check on little Chan.

"Is it from work?" You asked him as you got out of little Chan's room.

Chan nodded, "I think I have to go," he said.

"Sure, please don't let me get in your way," you told him.

He walked to the threshold and put on his shoes, "I hope little Chan gets well soon," he said to you then went to the door.

His hand lingered on the door handle when you called him.

"Yes?" He asked.

You went to give him a quick hug, "thank you so much for the help," you sincerely said, he helped you a lot from today alone.

"You can always ask for my help," he said to you.

You lingered by the doorway to see him leaving, feeling so grateful but also a bit sad that he had to leave.

-

Chan kept texting you asking for little Chan, and he was relieved to know he was fully recovered after a few days. Too bad he couldn't visit to play with him.

He consoled himself by looking at the pictures of him and little Chan together or the videos you sent him.

He found it a bit funny that he already felt like he belong with you and little Chan.

He got excited to play with little Chan after being away for a long, he knew that you were at work, but he still came to your apartment to play with him. Found him were playing with his toys in his bedroom, Chan lay down on the floor to play along with him until an idea came to his mind.

Can I take little Chan for a swim?

Chan asked in his text message to you.

I don't mind, but I'm not sure he likes it.

I'm going to make him like it.

He confidently said, there was this urge in him to teach everything to little Chan especially when it comes to sports, maybe it was because he was raised like that. Chan took little Chan swimming on the balcony of the apartment building which residents can use for free.

Chan got so excited to teach him swimming, little Chan was scared at first but Chan slowly familiarized him with the water then n deemed he got comfortable enough, he began taking him for a swim, and patiently taught him to move his arms and legs and of course, got him jumped into the pool so many times until he didn't scare to do it anymore.

When they got back to the apartment, you have just arrived from work.

He ran to hug you as you squatted with your arms spread out to welcome him.

"Where have you been?" You sweetly asked him.

"Woofie swim," he mumbled his answer while nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

"You just got back from swimming with uncle Chan?" You asked him again while holding his small hands in yours.

Little Chan nodded with a wide grin.

"Was it fun?"

He nodded again.

"Will you take mommy too when you go swimming next time?"

"Yeah," he answered then ran to the living room to start rummaging through his toy box and taking out toys.

You sighed, "children just don't get tired," you muttered when you got up.

Chan smiled as he watched little Chan start playing with his toys in the living room, "by the way, what is woofie?"

"Oh!" You exclaimed

"It's his nickname for you, one day he pointed to the TV and shouted 'woofie'," you explained.

Chan laughed, "I think he has mistaken me for the wolfie plushie,"

"He's not entirely wrong, you're just as cute," you said while laughing along.

Chan had been called cute so many times, by his peers and mostly by his fans, but remembering that you were older than him made him feel not that great being called cute.

But still, he couldn't help himself from getting shy from the compliment.

When he sat there at the dining table with you and little Chan, eating the meals you cooked and playing with little Chan in between got he felt nostalgic, like he had felt this feeling before, this comfort, this ease, it feels like home.

"Can I be the one who gives little Chan a bath tonight?" Chan asked.

You got taken aback by the request for a moment but nodded, "yeah sure, but you have seen what could happen," you reminded him.

He nodded and understood.

And just like you had expected, Chan got out of his room with his t-shirt drenched wet, you eventually helped him finish the task by putting little Chan in his pajamas.

"Stay with him," you told him, "I'll get you clean clothes,"

You ran to your bedroom, and found a white t-shirt big enough for him, then ran back to little Chan's room.

"It's the biggest t-shirt I have," you told him.

Chan didn't hesitate to take his t-shirt off right there and then, it blew you away how well-built his body is, the muscles on his stomach, arms, and back, you whimpered just by imagining how firm it would feel under your touch.

You held your breath watching the muscles flexed as he put on the t-shirt and you wondered why you watched him like a creep, then hurriedly went to little Chan's side to prep him for bed.

"Tiggy! Tiggy!!!" Little Chan shouted for his favorite bedtime story.

But he specifically asked for Chan to read him the bedtime story as he kept pointing at Chan, "woofie!"

You scoffed then handed him the storybook and frowned, "I'm losing a lot of my brownie points today," you said to him.

Chan laughed, "but how can I compete with his mom?" He said with a grin that made his dimples appear.

You left the room to let him read the bedtime story for little Chan, you cleaned up the mess in the living room and put the toys back into the box.

After a little bit more cleaning in the kitchen then you headed to your room to change your clothes since you hadn't changed out from your working clothes.

And Chan didn't mean to peek, if it wasn't for the mirror that reflected it to him through the left ajar door, he wouldn't have seen you standing half-naked while picking clothes from your closet.

It got him fanning himself that he went to get a glass of water to calm himself down.

You got out of your bedroom wearing a nightdress with a sweater on, tying your hair into a messy bun as you walked up to little Chan's room to give him a goodnight kiss.

Chan sauntered to the stacks of the album on the shelf and it startled him when you came out as he flipped the photo album open.

You both exchanged an awkward glance then laughed, "Can I see this?"

"Of course!" You replied.

He sat down on the sofa, began flipping the photo album open, and saw photos of you on a trip while you were making tea in the kitchen.

"Were you always like taking pictures in a film?" He asked while looking at a picture of you sitting on desert sand.

"I always like taking pictures no matter it's a film or digital or just with my phones," you answered then walked to sit on the sofa.

"Is that your dream?"

You were sipping your tea when he asked.

"Photography?" He asked.

You pursed your lips and thought of an answer, "It's just a hobby," you answered.

"Most people treat their lives as movies. Me? I treat it like a memoir," you remarked.

You saw a photo of you while you were hiking, "like this," you pointed to the picture.

"I remember my tent got torn by a wild boar at night. I was lucky it didn't bite half of my head too since I was sleeping," you told him.

As Chan kept flipping the page of the photo album, he saw the you that he never thought of before, he didn't expect you are the adventurous type. He realized that he never really got to know you other than being a mother to little Chan.

"You went to so many places," he beamed as he flipped to the last page of the photo album because the rest of the pages were still empty.

"Well, I had my fun," you brightly said to him while holding your mug in your hand.

"Do you miss it?" Chan sincerely asked you, he got curious whether you got fed up with this domestic life since your pregnancy was an unplanned one. He could imagine having that passionate youth life then all of a sudden, you became a mother without you intended to.

You smiled at him, "you must think that I feel forced into this life?" You wildly guessed.

"I didn't mean to be rude but, have you ever thought that you could have so much more than all these and you could have filled all of these empty pages with more memories," he elaborated.

You softly sighed and put down your mug, "well yeah, that's reasonable for you to think so. But motherhood itself is a challenge, and I am struggling still, but I won't change a thing even if I could," you said.

"Chan has been nothing but a blessing for me, plus, I got to experience a lot of things through him," you paused to chuckle.

"Through little Chan," you corrected.

"And it's kind of exciting to introduce him to a lot of things, for the very first time," you said with a grin.

That made sense to him, he got that excitement when he taught little Chan to swim today, he didn't know if little Chan would remember him as the one who taught him that but it didn't stop him from feeling this pride inside of him

"So if you ask for my dream, it would be going on a trip with little Chan and taking a lot of pictures of him, of us together," you said with a dreamy smile.

Chan nodded in agreement.

He couldn't explain how much appreciation he has for you, even though you were only older two years than him but you are mature beyond your age. He rarely sees that in a person, maybe because you experienced a lot of things more than most people your age.

"How about you?" You asked back.

You folded your arm and put it on the headrest of the sofa, shifting on your seat to face him, "what is your dream?"

That took him a long time to form an answer, mostly because he hadn't thought of it until you asked him.

"I think my dream is an obvious one," he answered.

"Have you ever thought of your life outside music?" You asked out of curiosity.

Again, he couldn't think of an answer because his life have been revolving around that one thing.

You lowly chuckled then patted his shoulder, "it's okay, you're still young, you have all the time in the world to figure it out," you said.

"Why did you say that?"

"Say what?"

"That I am young?" He asked with a crease formed between his eyebrows, "you're aware that you're older than me just by two years, right?"

"Yes, I am very well aware of that," you said with a smile.

"We're both technically still young," he persisted, "we're still in our twenties,"

You laughed again, "yes, okay, I get it," you said.

You suppressed your laugh and then took a sip of your tea again.

Chan sensed you held something in, "come on, spill!"

"I just don't know you're the kind whose sensitive about age," you answered.

He smiled a thin smile and sighed, "It's not that," he assured you, "I just hate it when you put it like that,"

"Like what?"

"That we have an age gap," he answered.

"But I am older than you,"

"That feels like you put a distance between me and you," he blurted it all out without thinking.

"Oh," you exclaimed, and you understood that put him in discomfort.

"I'll try to be considerate from this moment on," you promised then your hand reached for the collar of his shirt to pick up lint.

Chan was surprised by the proximity, he caught the smell of you, a hint of citrus, baby powder, and sunshine, his eyes lowered to your lips, and he got the urge to kiss you right then and there.

But he missed the moment as you retracted yourself away to pick up your phone ringing next to you on the sofa.

"Yes, hello?"

He guessed it was from little Chan's dad because you kept talking about how little Chan had been doing and what time he would pick him up this weekend.

Chan felt like he was eavesdropping when he heard the conversation turned casual, and asked about each other’s life.

And Chan felt… left out.

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Chan

warnings: cum eating, cumplay, unprotected sex, mentions of degrading porn, use of the word ‘cumslut,' mentions of jerking off

Chan’s never had a taste of his cum before he’s met you. Well, not in front of another person, at least.

Often, he’d jerk off in the comfort of his bed, cum spraying over his stomach and chest as he watched porn. The women in the videos he watched would call the guy pathetic for coming, tease him about coming fast, get angry about the men coming in or on them, and then make the men suck, lick, and eat their cum off their hot bodies, or even better, from their gorgeous pussies.

So, Chan’s fingers would occasionally move down, scoop up a bit of the sticky substance, and bring it up to his mouth so he could suck on his own fingers, which would get him going again. But, that only happened because he imagined the women from the videos asking him to do it, getting off on the fact that he’s so depraved and pathetic that he’d actually listen.

Chan has never been able to share this fantasy with a partner because it felt a bit weird. Not everyone wants to eat their own cum. In fact, he doesn’t even want it—it’s just something that turns him on. He doesn’t do it every time nor is it a necessity, but sometimes he does, and a lot of times, he wants to eat his cum off of you.

The first time it happens, it’s not on purpose. As if you know what really gets your boyfriend going, you kiss him right after he blows his load into your mouth, letting him taste his cum on your tongue. “You don’t mind kissing me after coming in my mouth?” you jokingly ask, and Chan winces at the idea.

“Don’t you kiss me after I give you head?” he makes a point and grins. “I don’t mind.”

After that, you start kissing him after sucking him off to completion, and you do it often. This one time, you don’t swallow any of it. Instead, you straddle Chan so you can kiss him and let the liquid drip from your mouth into his as you two make out, tongues playing.

His cum is everywhere because of how hungrily you kiss him, tongue licking every part of his mouth. All of that causes cum to spill out of your mouths and drip down both your chins. Some of it even ends up on your chest, which he immediately smears over your nipple with his thumb. So fucking hot.

Chan’s cock gets hard right under your crotch, and you hum knowingly. “Like being dirty, hm?” you tease, moving your hand down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around it. He’s just come inside of your mouth, but he wants to do it again when you talk to him that way, especially when his cum is dripping down your and his chin.

“Y-yeah,” Chan gets himself to admit, even though he’s sure he’s blushing.

He is already so hard. Your touch feels intense but amazing at the same time, and Chan doesn’t want you to stop, even though his eyes are tearing up when you start jerking him off. “Aw, baby...” you say teasingly, eyes locked with his. “I didn't know you were such a cumslut.”

His cock twitches in your hand, a desperate whine leaving his throat. “I... Fuck.” You’re so dirty, and he knows it’s just for him, which makes the whole thing so much better.

You trace the drop of cum down his chin, scoop it up, and bring your finger up to his mouth. “Suck on it for me, show me how much you like being nasty.” Chan does it without even having to think about it, taking your index finger in up to the knuckle, swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard.

Now, you know he enjoys it so you let him do it whenever. It’s not something he likes talking about, so you don’t push the topic. But, whenever he fills you up, you get on all fours and stick your ass out or lie down and spread your legs so Chan can eat you out and suck him cum out of you.

“Come, baby,” you call, thighs spreading for him. “Clean up the mess you’ve made.”

Chan has no problem getting on his knees next to the bed, grabbing you by your thighs, and pulling your crotch into his face. The second his tongue licks a stripe up your slit and he feels how swollen you are because of him, how good he’s fucked you, how big of a load he gave your little cunt, he grunts and sticks his tongue inside of you, sucking until you stop him. 

He loves it even more when it’s mixed with your juices, the musky taste stays on his tongue long after you two are done fucking. Chan feels so small for having to suck his cum out of you, but at the same time, he gets so much pleasure out of it that he can’t even explain it to you. Judging by the way you smirk at him, you know.

Minho

warnings: unprotected sex, filming sexual intercourse, fingering, use of the term ‘good girl,’ unprotected sex, creampie, slight cumplay, mentions of masturbation

“Spread those legs for me,” Minho grunts at you, cock hard and standing upright as his eyes focus on your cunt. “Let me see all of you.”

You do as he tells you, pushing your thighs apart even though the pressure his thumb is applying to your clit makes you want to keep your thighs pressed together. Minho knows he can fuck you well, but he just loves watching you fall apart under him like this. A couple of fast flicks of your clit can get you to beg for his cock. “Good girl,” he coos, rewarding you by moving his thumb faster.

You try to muffle the noises, but he tsks at you and slaps your clit hard, sending a rush of intense pleasure through you. “Baby, let me hear you. Want to get off to how pretty you sound for me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whine, bucking your hips into nothing. “Please.”

“I’ll make you come, don’t worry,” your boyfriend hums at you, returning his thumb to its earlier position before he starts rubbing you just the way you like it.

Minho zooms in, focusing on your slit, how wet you look, how your still unstretched hole clenches desperately around nothing as his thumb makes you orgasm.

The sounds that fill his ears are perfect and they make his cock leak precum against your thigh as he stays above you, focusing the camera on your wet slit. “That’s a good girl,” he compliments you, pressing his palm against your slit and rubbing gently. “So good for me, cream for me whenever I want... You know what good girls get, right?”

You listen to him and moan as you usually would if the camera wasn't there.

“Fucked?” you suggest with a warm smile, and Minho thinks about just throwing the camera to the side and fucking you silly. But, it’s what he wanted. He films these short videos of you for his own private collection. Whenever he misses you or gets horny, Minho plays one of them and comes like crazy every time. How could he not when you always look and sound so sweet?

Before tonight, you didn’t let him film your pussy, asking him to do it from the side or in a way that doesn’t show your most private part. Because Minho keeps telling you how hard the videos get him or how he uses them to get off when you or him are on a business trip, you told him he can film you naked, and he’s doing that right now.

“Yes, baby, fucked,” Minho responds, removing his now wet palm from your slit and wrapping it around his cock, spreading your juices across its length, focusing on the very tip. When it’s wet enough, Minho smacks his dick against your slit, zooming out to ensure he gets it all on tape. “Want to feel me in you?”

“Please, Minho,” you clench your ass and thighs as you moan at him, hips slightly lifting off the bed. “Please, fuck me.”

“I will, baby,” he says gently before pushing the very tip in. Fuck, does it look good on tape—his cock stretching you, inch by inch, until it’s inside of you fully. Then, Minho pulls it out slowly until the tip peeks out just to shove it back in. “Good?”

“Minho, it’s perfect,” you moan back, and he thrusts a bit faster at the sound of his name. He just knows how quickly hearing you moan his name will make him come when he’s alone in his hotel bedroom with his hand around his cock and his eyes glued to the video of your tight pussy taking him well. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, baby,” he hums, placing his hand on your thigh so he can grab it and pull you into his frame even more, allowing his cock to sink into you even deeper. “Now be good and buck your hips into me, hm? Fuck yourself for me for a while... Let me watch you make yourself feel good. Want to know how good my cock makes you feel.”

Minho already knows it’s the best tape he’s ever made when you start doing what he’s asked of you, your eyes glued to his, cunt clenching and releasing around him. “Such a nice dick,” you hiss at him, smacking your hips into his. “So nice and hard.”

“Just for you,” Minho hums and pats your thigh gently. In reality, he can’t wait for you both to come so he can turn the camera off and kiss you for hours to show you how happy he is you’re letting him film you in this state.

When he fills you up, Minho continues filming. He pulls his cock out and asks you to spread your legs wide, which you do. He then zooms in on the drop of cum that’s spilling out of you. Soon enough, another one follows and Minho just has to touch you, scoop the cum up, and push it inside of you. Then, he pushes his fingers in and spreads them, allowing the camera a look inside your now swollen cunt that looks so perfect when pumped full of his cum.

Changbin

warnings: panty wearing, dry humping, unprotected sex

Everyone who knows Changbin thinks he’s such a manly guy. Broad shoulders, defined back, pecs for days, strong legs, even stronger arms... He’s got it all. Men go to the gym wanting to walk out with a body like his.

He looks and smells great, he’s a gentleman, women love him—he’s what society thinks men should be. Because of this, his stupid little desire makes him feel so gross. It’s not gross when other people do it, but it is when it is Changbin, the manly guy, the guy who has no trouble throwing you over his shoulder just to show you he can, who’s so big and strong, who sounds so manly.

He’s not sure how or where it started, but the idea has been in his head for a long time. Slowly, it progressed into something more. It’s just the bottoms he likes—the way they hug his body and make him get goosebumps, the way the material presses into his skin, how the lace allows him to see his cock underneath.

There’s also something very hot about seeing his dick grow hard under the material, the erection becoming prominent, his cockhead poking out, right next to his hip, as if it is too big to be contained by a piece of fabric like this.

And then, you catch him wearing them, and Changbin feels like his life is over. You walk into the room when he is in the lacy ones, just sitting and rubbing himself over them slowly, soiling them with precum. Changbin’s scared you’ll think he’s a pervert and break up with him, but you don’t seem to mind, somehow.

“I do think you need to go a size bigger,” you say after you two talk about it for a while, his cheeks burning red. You reach in and wrap your fingers around his tip, which is still poking out of his underwear. “You’re spilling out of these. Might look weird if someone notices this going on under your pants.”

That’s when he tells you he doesn’t wear them out, ever. It’s just something he does from time to time to get himself off. “Like feeling pretty, huh?” you suggest as if you understand where he is coming from.

“Uhm, I think so,” Changbin nods, gulping.

“It’s the same for me,” you admit, which kind of surprises him. “I wear the regular cotton ones almost all the time, but sometimes, when I want to feel good, I wear the lace ones. Or the silky ones. Or the ones you got me, with a hole.”

His cock twitches at the memory of you wearing the strappy underwear with a slit over the crotch for easier access. They hug your hips just right but allow him to see the main prize, to get his mouth full of cunt, push his cock into it while you wear the panties which he tugs at when he goes down on you.

Minutes later, when he’s on his back on the bed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear, you shift his dick inside his panties so it points to his belly button. Then, you get on top of him, naked, grinning as you sit down on him over the fabric.

“Fuck, baby,“ he hisses when he feels you’re soaking through the lace, your juices wetting the fabric and his dick under it. “Just like that.”

“Feels good, mhm?” you tease as you grind into him, dragging your cunt across his shaft, leaving a wet trail behind.

It feels amazing, this tiny piece of fabric that's separating you two, that's getting soaked with every grind of your eager hips into him, your movements letting Changbin know you want him.

The next time you two play this game, you gift Changbin a pair that fits him perfectly because you bought it from a store that sells underwear for his body type. Not only that, but the underwear has a hole right around his dick, which means he can keep it all on and fuck you, which he’s doing right now.

Changbin wants to fuck you so hard you’re sore tomorrow, just to thank you for being so perfect for him and not judging. Someone else might have found it strange to see their big, manly boyfriend dressed in pink lace, cock hard and leaking at the sight, but not you, which is why Changbin wants to give you everything.

You seem to like the way the fabric feels against your skin when his hips smack into yours. “Look so hot wearing those,” you hiss at him, fingers digging into his shoulders. “So fucking big and hot… They make you look so fucking pretty, babe… So big in them.”

“Yeah?” He almost giggles at your compliment. Changbin wants you to find him hot and beefy and big, he loves knowing you feel safe and protected around him, even if he likes wearing feminine underwear here and there. “Like having a big man in pretty underwear fuck you?”

“Love it,” you grunt in response, getting lost in pleasure. “Pink’s really your color, baby.”

Hyunjin

warnings: fantasies of of sharing partners and running a train on someone, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating

Hyunjin loves you too much to ever share you with anyone. He’s just not the type of man who could watch some other guy fuck you right in front of him, someone else pleasure you the way only Hyunjin should know how, someone else making you scream and cry for them.

He would never do that. 

Yet, it’s all he can think about. Hyunjin wants to have you after someone’s used you, wants to feel you stretched out because of someone else’s cock, wants to feel cum in you, feel like someone’s been there before him. At the same time, he wants no one else to touch you, scared of getting replaced, scared of losing you, of ruining this good, good thing you two have that’s based on a lot more than just carnal pleasures.

It would sound weird, to say the least, so he never wants to tell you about this. What if you start thinking Hyunjin wants to bring other people into the mix or that he doesn't care about you enough or that you're not on the same wavelength? Sharing this stupid kink could cost him your relationship, and the stakes are too high.

But, he tells you about it when you two get drunk and you drive him wild with your kisses and touches, asking him if there is anything you can do to make him feel even better. You're so fucking thankful whenever Hyunjin touches you, so willing to please when he makes you come a couple of times in a row, and he knows you'd really do anything for him in that state of mind.

So, he says it, making your jaw drop. “You...” your voice cracks, so you clear your throat and try again. “You want me to fuck other men?”

It takes Hyunjin a while to explain that he doesn't want you to fuck someone else—he just wants to think that you have. They’re two different things. He doesn't think you really get it, but at least you don't dump him. Instead, you tell him you'll think about it.

His attraction to this scenario is still there, but you seem to be ignoring it. That is, until he comes over to your place one day to find you waiting for him in bed, naked, legs spread wide. Your cunt is swollen and stretched, white gooey liquid dripping out of it and onto your ass cheeks.

“Come fuck me,” you tell him so seductively he gets naked and throws himself on top of you without even asking who stretched your pussy and filled it up. It's so fucking sexy, all of it. 

“Not tight enough?” you ask the question when he slips inside of you with ease, the motion causing such squelching that Hyunjin can't control his moans. 

He grunts at you, “Y-you’re always so tight.”

“Even when I'm fucked out and full of cum?” you question, and Hyunjin knows it's all for him. You love him so much you want him to have whatever he wants.

He hums in response and starts nibbling on your neck as he fucks into you, every quick thrust causing more cum to spill out you, the room quickly filling up with wet, lewd sounds.

“Can you feel how much there is?”

“So much,” he simply says, feeling a bit embarrassed about not saying much. This is everything he needs, and yet you're doing all the work—he's just shoving his cock into you hungrily.

“Do you like it, baby?” you coo, hands gripping him tight as he starts pumping into you faster. “Like fucking my used cunt?”

Hearing you refer to your own body that way makes him dizzy, head filling up with crazy fantasies, heart full of love for you. “So fucking much!” he moans and pants. “There's s-so much... Like they ran a train on you and just kept giving you cum.”

You bite down on his shoulder and moan loudly. “Can't wait to take your cum too, Hyunjin... You always give me the biggest loads and leave me gaping and swollen.”

“Fuck, baby,” Hyunjin moans at you as he speeds up, feeling his high approaching already. “Gonna take my load too? Let me dump my cum in your sweet little cunt? Hm? Even if you're so fucked out and full of jizz already?”

“I’m gonna take all of it, baby, keep giving it to me all night.”

He shakes as your words push him over the edge, voice cracking as his cum shoots into you, body twitching at the idea of using you after other men have fucked you, giving you cum while you're full of it already. 

The second Hyunjin calms down, he kisses you. “You're so good to me,” he nudges your cheek with his nose before kissing it, “so good and sweet and hot. Let me make you come now, hm?”

It's just his cum mixed with the fake cum you ordered online, stretched by the dildo you've bought for this occasion, but Hyunjin eats it all as he gives you head and makes you come, which gets him so hard he wants to scream.

Jisung

warnings: watching porn together (mentions of creampies, strangers watching), mutual masturbation, use of the word ‘slut’

Jisung rarely jerks off when you’re in bed with him, but tonight, he's too tired and lazy to get up and go to the bathroom, and you’ve been fast asleep for hours. He gets his phone out, lowers the volume as much as possible, and gets his cock out of his boxers.

The woman on screen says all kinds of kinky shit to the guy, and Jisung moves his hand faster, dying to come and just fall asleep. Out of the blue, you prop yourself up on your elbow, and he's suddenly wide awake, so shocked he can't even lock his phone to stop playing the video.

“So fucking horny all the time,” you groan at him, taking the phone from his hand. Jisung gulps as he eyes you, waiting for your reaction. He's watching some weird shit and jerking off right next to you—you’re probably pissed.

Two minutes later, his phone is connected to the TV and you’re both staring at the screen after you softly inform him you want to watch porn and see what he likes.

As the woman spreads her leg and pussy so the guy can come in and on it, he gets flustered and responds, “Ah, this is uhm, this is not what I want, I just...”

Jisung never wants you to think he wants you to act like all the women in the videos he watches, never.

“You don't want me to spread myself like that for you?” you suggest with a smirk that makes his dick twitch against his bare stomach.

“I, I mean, if you want it, I'd love to, but it's not what I need.” Jisung sound so pathetic, and yet you grin.

Somehow, you end up being just as depraved as him and rest against the headboard. Once you're naked from the waist down, you spread your legs and sneak a glance his way. “Touch, baby.”

Jisung’s hand is shaking as he moves it to your cunt, and he hisses when discovering how wet you already are. The second his fingers touch your clit, you moan loudly, and Jisung knows it’s all actually fine—you enjoy it as much as he does.

While the people on the screen continue fucking, the guy pushing his huge dick into the cunt he's just filled up, you wrap your fingers around his not-so-huge one, grunting as if it was the best cock you've touched. “So hard for me, Ji...”

“Fucking always,” he admits, hissing when his fingers enter you and your walls clench around them. “Mhm, baby, you want it that badly?”

“It?” you ask him, squeezing his cock, eyes fixated on the screen. “Always.”

Even though you say that, neither one of you moves—you both sit in bed, backs against the headboard, legs spread as the other one pleasures you with fingers. You spit on yours so they can glide up and down his cock, paying special attention to his cockhead.

“You're so nasty, Ji,” you hum at him when the next video, one of his favs plays: the guy fucks a woman in the trunk of his car in an empty parking lot.

She's sitting in the trunk, feet propped up so he can fuck her better, and then some strangers come and jerk off to the scene. It's all fake and set up, but something about it gets his cock going, this feeling of being watched, of people jerking off to him fucking you.

“Didn't know you were into this... Want people to watch us fuck, huh?”

Your words mess with his head, his cock is leaking, heels digging into the mattress and all Jisung does is whine pathetically as you jerk him off and say all the things he didn't know he needed to hear.

Filthy Ji. Just want to use my cunt and have people see. Is that it? Want other guys to know how good you give it to me? Want them to see me acting cock crazy, spread my legs for you whenever you ask nicely? I know you do, baby... Want everyone to see me act like a slut for you.

Jisung warns you he's close, the heel of his palm pushing into your clit as his fingers move in and out of your sopping cunt rhythmically, trying to match your quick pace. “God, baby, I'm coming, fuck!”

“Come for me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you like this.”

When he comes, it lands everywhere, but neither one of you minds. You coo at Jisung as he squirts his load all over his chest and thighs, your hand tugging his cock. “Such a horny slut tonight, Ji... Bet you wish all of this cum was inside of me.”

Without a word, he gets between your thighs and attaches his mouth to your slit, deciding not to pull away until you’re completely satisfied because that’s exactly how you’ve made him feel tonight.

Felix

warnings: mentions of masturbation and anal toys, anal play, rimming, handjob, pegging

Felix always thought he’d never tell a soul about the things he does to himself when he jerks off, especially not a girlfriend. But, the more he gets to you know you, the more he wants to share this dirty little secret with you in the hopes of you actually wanting to do it to him. After all, you’re always so sweet and gentle towards him, always wanting to please him as much as he pleases you.

However, the things he likes are wrong and gross, he thinks, and not something you would enjoy, yet he can’t stop.

Whenever Felix wants to come hard, he plays with both his cock and ass, causing cum to spurt out in no time, landing all over his chest. It started as just a pad of a finger pressed against the rim of his ass—nothing more. The muscle pulsated when Felix came, so he became curious.

With time, it grew into him fingering himself, finding the right position to touch his prostate, which causes the most amazing orgasms.

When he ordered the toy, he told himself it’s just to press it against his tip or balls or maybe the rim of his ass. With time and a lot of lube, the toy made its way into his hole, and now Felix rarely gets off without it when he’s alone.

He’s not sure you’ll understand, this need of his to have something in him. It’s nothing related to sexuality or you not being enough—it’s just something that feels fucking perfect. Felix doesn’t want you to overthink it and start thinking he wants something else, so he never says a thing, even though he imagines you using the toy on him pretty often. Or, even better, you using a strap-on to fuck him stupid.

And then, you find his toy. It’s a long weekend, so you spend a lot of time in his room, and when you’re left alone, you look for a hand cream and find his butt toy instead. You ask Felix if it’s his, and he confesses to everything, never wanting you to think he’s cheating or anything like that. You are more than enough.

“It’s just that I like... Fingering, I guess?” he tells you as he scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor, his cheeks burning as he waits for your response. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh my God!” you exclaim, and it makes Felix freeze in place. Are you about to dump him? “Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t mind, baby.”

“You don’t?” When you nod, Felix rushes to your arms and kisses you desperately, happy you’re not disgusted or confused by him.

That day, you show him just how good you can make him feel now that you know his deepest darkest fantasy. Your tongue flicks around his hole as your hand tugs at his cock, which is already leaking not even three minutes in. Felix has never had a mouth on his ass before, especially not a mouth that’s deepthroated his cock, sucked on his balls, and licked its way down to his rim earlier.

“You’re perfect,” he tells you, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Right there, baby, gonna make me come.”

“Don’t want my fingers?” you move away from his body to ask, the lower half of your face covered in your own saliva. “Want to make you feel good...”

“This is amazing,” Felix practically purrs, shoving your head towards his hole, his knees slightly pushed towards his chest. “Mouth feels so much better than fingers, fuck, you do it so well...”

“Wish I could suck your dick and do this at the same time,” you tell him, which is enough to send him over the edge. He comes for what seems like a minute, cum just keeps flying out of him, accompanied by low and loud grunts and moans of your name, his fingers grabbing your hair. “You came so hard, Lixie... We’ll have to do this more often.”

Slowly, you explore this desire of his, and that’s how he finds himself lying on the bed with you between his legs, fucking him with a strap-on. It’s nothing too big, but it feels perfect, especially when he feels the warmth of your thighs against him, when he sees how aroused you are. “God, baby, feel so fucking good...” he tells you, hand tugging his cock as Felix realizes just how lucky he is to have you. “You fuck me so well.”

“Fuck, Felix,” your voice quivers when you grunt at him, clearly getting lost in the pleasure. “You look so pretty all fucked out.”

“Oh, you’ll look fucked out as soon as you make me come, I promise,” he tells you, fully intending on making good on his promise. You give him the best orgasm of his life when you fuck him and jerk his cock off at the same time, so Felix gets on top of you, deciding to give you at least as much pleasure as you’ve just given him.

Seungmin

warnings: mentions of corruption kink, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

Seungmin feels disgusting when he looks at you and these nasty ideas swarm his head, but there’s not much he can do about it. He is disgusting.

He looks innocent, a proper good guy, the guy you’d take home to meet your parents. They would probably let you go out with him, thinking a guy like him would keep you safe. What they wouldn’t know is that Seungmin is the type of guy who’d probably stuff your cunt full of fingers or cock as soon as you get out of their house and into his car. He’d get off on knowing he could get you to cream, stretch your cunt out a bit, and then take you out on a date, knowing you're just waiting to get filled up again.

With you, it’s a bit different—you’re a friend who confides in Seungmin because you think he is sweet and innocent too. You tell him about your sex endeavors or the lack thereof, giggle when you drunkenly admit to buying yourself a toy, and act shocked when a guy you’re dating tries to fuck you as if any guy out there wouldn't at least try.

On one hand, Seungmin wants to be a good friend, listen to you, and help you out. On the other hand, he wants to ruin you. Nothing gets him going more than the fantasy of your pretty legs spread for him as he shoves his dick in you and shows you how good a man can make you feel.

So now, when you two are drunk and you're talking to him about your failed date, Seungmin has a hard time concentrating on anything other than imagining your pretty lips around his cock.

It's a fever dream, he thinks, but he somehow gets you on his lap after he helps you discard your underwear, his hands sneaking under the skirt you're wearing, fingers cupping your cunt, juices smearing all over his open palm. “I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me,” you apologize when his movements come to a halt, but only because he’s trying to contain himself.

“Hey, don't apologize,” Seungmin tries to reassure you, fingers rubbing around your entrance. “You don't have to be so good all the time.”

With his other hand, Seungmin holds his cock by its base and rubs your clit with the tip, getting you to grunt and kick your pretty head back. You haven't had good sex yet, and he hopes you'll let him show you how big of a slut you can turn into when someone gives you good dick.

“I trust you,” you tell him, which is all he needs to hear before pushing his tip down your slit to your entrance and then sheathing it into your wet walls. No wonder you're wet—he's been touching you and kissing you for the better part of an hour, his fingers on your clit making you come twice already.

You like the way he makes you feel so much that you’re letting Seungmin’s cock enter you raw. When he bottoms out, Seungmin pushes your hips down so you're sitting on him, the pressure around his erection making him feel lightheaded. “Feel good sitting on a hard cock like that?”

You look away, flustered at his word choice, but your cunt squeezes around him. “Seungmin!”

There’s something so fucking hot about getting to fuck you raw while you can’t even look him in the eyes because of how dirty it feels. Yet, you like it—you start rolling your hips into him, applying pressure to the spot you need his cock to touch. He feels you clenching and releasing around him, your arousal dripping down his balls and onto the sofa under him, probably staining it.

Oh, Seungmin knows he’s going to have the best time spoiling you rotten, showing you how good he can fuck you, how easily he can get you to beg for dick, which is definitely something you've never done before. You’re going to be such a good girl for him and take all of his cum well, Seungmin knows already. “Yeah, just like that... Ride my dick, show me how much you like feeling it.”

You seem flustered, but that doesn’t stop you from doing as asked, slamming your hips into his hard. “Shit, fe—feels s-so good!”

“Gonna come for me again?” Seungmin asks, his thumb once against rubbing circles into your clit. “Come on, give it to me...”

Once you have enough of riding his cock and coming around it, you let Seungmin fill your pretty little cunt right up. It feels heavenly almost, knowing someone as sweet and cute as you has let him do something so foul to you, give you such a big load, make you keep it in. He feels such pleasure walking you up to your door, letting you walk inside with his cum dripping down your walls and collecting on your panties. And nobody knows how dirty you are, except the two of you.

Jeongin

warnings: smelling underwear, oral sex, unprotected sex, facial, cumplay, jerking off

It’s a bit freaky, to say the least. Not everyone has the same preference. Not everyone is into it as much as he is, Jeongin understands. But then again, it’s somehow the most normal thing out there.

If you love eating someone out and you love their smell and taste, why wouldn’t you want to smell them on you later? It seems so normal to him. Even when he jerks off, Jeongin imagines being buried between your thighs, inhaling your scent, mouth full of your wet cunt while you fall apart under him.

There’s just something about the way your cunt smells that drives him wild, which is why he often jokingly tackles you, his head always ending up somewhere around your crotch so he can get closer to your pussy, turn a little playful moment between lovers into something more pleasurable—your pretty legs spreading for him.

Jeongin is not really sure how it started because he’s always loved the smell of pussy. He never understood men who had problems giving head—he loved it. So, it wasn’t exactly news that he liked the smell and not just the taste.

But, when you two first started doing it, he spent so much time between your thighs he became programmed to want it, he supposes. It’s either that, or he’s completely obsessed with you, which is also very probable considering how his heart swells whenever he sees you.

One time when he was fucking you from behind after going down on you, Jeongin wanted to wipe the sweat off his nose. When he did that, he realized that his fingers still smelled like you, so he took a whiff and it did something for him—he started fucking you so hard you screamed out and let your chest fall down to the bed, allowing him even better access.

From that day, Jeongin stopped doing what you wanted, which was wiping your juices off his face when he was done giving you head. You didn’t like the smell, so you always asked him to use a shirt to wipe it off. But, after that day, Jeongin just didn’t. You never said a word and only complained when he leaned in to kiss you and got it all over your face.

“God, I hate feeling it on me,” you mumbled, wiping the remnants of your orgasm from your chin, which made him chuckle and fuck you even harder from above, his necklace dragging up and down your chest with every firm thrust.

“Since when do you hate cum on your face?” Jeongin muttered through clenched teeth, feeling his high approaching just because of the smell on your faces. “Thought you loved it.”

“Yours I don’t mind,” you admitted sweetly, which just made him pull out and finish on your face, using his index finger to spread his cum around, drag some of it across your lips and onto your pretty little tongue, let you suck his finger.

Giving you head is one of his favorite pastimes so he makes sure to get up on time to do it before you have to leave the apartment for the day. Wherever you go, Jeongin offers to get you off with his tongue and fingers “for good luck.” Once you come and leave the apartment for the day, he doesn’t wash his face.

Instead, he goes on with his day like that, inhaling your scent whenever he takes a deep breath, which keeps him on edge the entire day. Jeongin sports boners more often than not, which makes him look like a horny freak, but even that’s better than people knowing his dick gets hard when he inhales his girlfriend’s scent or smells his fingers to get an even better whiff of it.

It’s perverted, kind of, but he doesn’t care. Jeongin’s not hurting anyone by doing that, and you only benefit from it—he’s on his knees for you whenever you feel like it.

When you catch him sniffing his fingers, you smack his hand away playfully and shake your head at him. “Don’t, that’s gross,” you wince, “I hate the smell.”

“Babe, I fucking love it,” Jeongin admits without shame. In less than a second, he’s got you pinned on the sofa, one hand holding onto your two wrists as his mouth kisses the side of your neck. “If I could smell you all the time, I would. It turns me on so much.” A single grind of his hips into you ensures that you feel his erection against your slit. “See?”

You don’t really address it afterward, too embarrassed to talk about something so intimate, but Jeongin finds the pair of underwear you left on his bed for him and almost comes at the sight. You support his little kink, want him to get off to your scent, which is why he doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt when he presses the gusset of your panties to his nose as he jerks off and comes all over his stomach, inhaling you.

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SIDE B

TRACKLIST:

ANOTHER DAY. - Han x reader. (s,f)

ON TRACK. - Felix x reader. (s,f)

LEVANTER. - Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

SECRET SECRET. - I.N x reader. (s,f)

ANOTHER DAY.

Han x reader. (s,f)

There are so many things in this world but there isn't a space around for him to rest without worrying.

Han started to feel that his life was getting dull.

Everything that excites him didn't give him the same excitement he used to get from it.

His days felt like a big, surreal blur, one after another. The day started with a sigh and ended with an even heavier sigh. He wanted to do so many things but kept being chased by time, but sometimes, he just wanted to abruptly stop, not doing anything.

As he stared out into the void of his bedroom, endlessly sighing and dragging his yawn, he so badly wanted to get out of his stuffy room.

So he did.

He got outside and walked aimlessly, as far as he could go.

His feet led him to an empty park, he sat on the bench that overlooked the city view with the lights blinking, mimicking the invisible stars on the night sky.

He breathe the night air in but every intake of his breath only made his lungs weigh with the dreads he had been dragging around behind him.

He stared at the view of the city again, so quiet and still at this late hour of the night, and everyone probably sleeping soundly in their houses or about to go to sleep without all these worries in their heads.

And he felt alone.

At that moment he felt like the only one with all these miserable feelings, he didn't even want them, it just kept piling inside of him without him knowing.

He felt alone.

He reclined on the bench until his head tipped upward, facing the night sky, and he wondered if he could flip the switch off in his head.

He didn't want to think, he didn't want to feel, he just wanted to be free.

Then he heard the sniffles.

He looked around to find where the sound was coming and slightly got spooked because he couldn't see anyone everywhere he looked.

When he reclined on the bench again that's when he saw you.

You were sitting on the bench next to him, and he couldn't see you earlier because of the tree that blocked you from his sight.

He heard the sniffles again, he scooted to the end of the bench to listen in on you, crying while drinking a can of beer.

He stole a glance and saw you wiped your tears on your cheek with the back of your hand, then gulped your beer again.

"I'm so stupid," you said to yourself.

And he heard your crying grow louder, saw you pressed your forearm to muffle the cries, then roughly wiped it again with the back of your hand.

"Fuck," you cursed at yourself.

"Stop fucking crying!" You said to yourself.

But you cried harder, fully sobbing with both of your hands covering your face.

And Han felt like going there to comfort you.

But he was stuck on his bench, he could only listen to the sound of your sadness.

He should be feeling bad for you, but he is partly glad that he wasn't the only miserable person awake at that hour.

But he was thankful that you made him feel less alone as he also realized that there were other people out there who were going through the same rough patch as him.

Well, at least now he knew.

There were the two of you.

People have been saying that life is one endless roller-coaster ride.

And that was a down in his life.

There was also an up in his life.

Where he could confidently go through his days without worrying, days that ended with a contented sigh for being well-spent, days where he truly made the use of his time, seized his life to the fullest.

And after that up, there was another down.

He went down the same path, and the next thing he knew, he was outside, walking to the park to stare out at the city view again to clear his mind.

He let out a long sigh once he sat down on the bench, shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and let all his weariness evaporate with the cold night air.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice asked.

Han looked up to the girl standing next to his bench, it was you who he saw crying that day.

He stifled a nod, "Yeah, sure," he answered.

You sat next to him on the bench, leaving enough space in between the two of you, then handed him a can of beer.

"It doesn't feel good drinking alone," you said to him.

Han looked down at the canned beer and hesitated to take it.

"Or are you driving here?" You asked him.

"If that's the case, then it's okay,"

He immediately grabbed it before you took it back, "No, I'm walking here," he said, then popped open the can.

"Ah, so you live nearby," you said.

Han nodded before taking a sip of the cold beer.

You both stayed quiet, sipping your beers in silence and looking out at the night sky dotted with stars.

"The night is so clear today," you sighed with your head tipped, looking up at the dark of the sky.

Han slouched on the bench to recline and look up at the night sky.

"It's funny that those stars could have died or collapsed right in this second, but we can still see them, adorned our sky, blinking bright," you muttered.

And wow, Han wasn't expecting that kind of talk. He didn't perceive you as someone with such existential thoughts.

"The nearest star close to us took 4 years for its light to reach us, so when we look at them, we're looking back at our past," you explained.

You turned your head at him and pointed to one of the stars in the sky, "that star could have been 18 years old me telling me not to take the art major because it's hard to make a career out of it," you elaborated with awkward laughs.

Han softly laughed along, "well, for me, it would be not to pick a fight with someone that would be my coworker for the rest of my career," he said.

You both laughed while looking up at the sky, breaking the silence of the night with your shared laughter, and only stopped to take a sip of your beers.

You sighed after gulping down your beer.

"Well, I just hope I could still blinking bright like those stars even when I'm collapsing inside," you muttered into the night.

Han is oftentimes curious if everyone is happy except him. It's like everyone has figured out what to do with their emotions and bottled it up well, keep it concealed, keep it to themselves. Han couldn't do that yet, not without him collapsing along with all those feelings.

But when you said those words, Han knew that he wasn't the only one struggling with his own emotions and that he wasn't alone in this.

This is also why people say they love the 3 am version of people because they're vulnerable, honest, and real.

Han got it now why the saying is true as he looked at your face, looking so radiant even with the lack of light.

"Hey, you want to have a late-night snack or something?" You suddenly asked him.

Han wasn't really hungry, but the invite seemed too good to pass on it, so he relented.

You both walked to the nearest food stall not too far from the park, huddling close to the steaming selection of food in front of you.

You took a bite of a fishcake and hummed in delight, "oh, it's so good!" You exclaimed.

Han couldn't help himself seeing you eating deliciously like that, he eventually joined you, began eating, and couldn't stop himself from stuffing his mouth.

You laughed at how cute he looked with his cheeks filled with food.

He abruptly stopped chewing when he noticed you were watching him eating, and it was the first time he truly looked at you, you have a nice smile and endearing laughs, your eyes overflowed with warmth in them when you did either.

You gestured to his mouth, "You got sauce all over your-"

You didn't finish the sentence but hurriedly grabbed a tissue and wiped the mess on his face.

Once you both got full from eating, Han realized he didn't carry any money with him, "oh, I forgot my wallet," he said.

You waved him off, "it's okay, I got it," you told him and paid everything with your money.

You also went to the nearest convenience store to buy two canned drinks for both of you.

"I'll pay you back, I promise," he said to you as he took the drink from you.

"You can pay me back by winning one of those for me," you told him, pointing to the claw machine right outside the convenience store.

Han doubted if he could win one of those, he never had any luck playing those machines, but he was willing to try.

You put the spare change of money on his palm for him to play with the machine.

"I only have enough money for 3 chances," you told him with a grimace.

"I think I can do it on the first try," he confidently said.

"Well, that's great!" You told him.

You both looked down onto a pile of small plushies inside the claw machines with both of your faces illuminated by the fluorescent lights.

"Which one do you one?" He asked you.

You pursed your lips looking at the cute-looking plushies, and you couldn't pick one, "You pick one for me!" You told him.

Han also took his time to find the perfect plushie for you and spotted the star-shaped one in a pale yellow color, its eyes winking.

"Okay, I'll pick this one for you," he said after deciding on a plushie.

He inserted the money and started maneuvering the claw to the aimed plushie, when he was sure it was perfectly positioned, Han pushed the button, but unfortunately, it didn't pick up his plushie.

He groaned and slammed his hand on the glass display, "that was close!"

You laughed at his frustrated face, you immediately handed him another money, "here! Try again!"

Han took a deep breath once he inserted the money into the machine, he put all of his focus on that one last star-shaped plushie, winking at him and challenging him to win it for you.

But he failed again, and on the last try, he failed again.

"It's okay," you comforted him, "thank you for trying!" then patted him on the shoulder.

He finished his drink in one gulp.

"I have one more chance left, but I'll use it to win one for you," you told him.

Han doubted if you could win one if he couldn't win any after three tries.

You inserted the last money you had in your pocket and inserted the money into the machine, you already had one plushie for him.

You aimed the claw and pushed the button, and surprisingly, the claw took it.

Han laughed in disbelief, "how did you do that?"

You shrugged, "I don't know?" You answered with the same confusion.

You took your winning plushie and handed it to him, "I won it for you," you told him.

"An alien?" He said.

You nodded, "you don't like it?"

"Ah, too bad! I don't have any money left," you playfully added.

He nodded while laughing, "why did you pick this one?"

"It looks like you," you answered.

"An alien with blushing cheeks?" He asked and put the plushie next to his face as a comparison.

You squinted your eyes, "well, the alien looks much cooler, to be honest,"

He widened his eyes at you, "oh, should I grow another ear to look this cool?"

You laughed at his question, you glanced at your phone screen to see the time.

"It's almost 5. I have to go," you informed him.

And Han realized he should be back in the dorm too since he has a schedule in a few hours, "yeah, me too," he said.

"I live not far from here, I'll just walk," you told him as you shoved both of your hands into your coat.

"Do you mind if I walk you home first?" He asked, deep down he wasn't ready to part with you yet.

You smiled at him, "sure,"

You both walked in silence with the night sky gradually turning lighter with every passing minute, stopped walking once you arrived at the front of your house.

"This is me," you awkwardly told him, gesturing to the house with the green-painted iron gate.

"Thank you for walking me home," you told him.

Han softly smiled at you and waved the alien plushie you won for him, "No, I should thank you for this," he told you.

You laughed, "I hope he'll always keep you company,"

He laughed and looked down at the plushie.

You both stayed quiet while exchanging glances at each other with your hands shoved deep into your pockets, and you hated to be the one to break the silence, but the fatigue got the best of you.

"Okay then, bye!" You said to him.

"Bye!" He said back to you with a sweet smile on his face before you disappeared from his sight.

But Han didn't want that to be the last time he saw you.

Not when he was lying awake on his bed a few days later and couldn't think of anything else but you, he thought of you instead of getting anxious about his weary mind, and he thinks that's peculiarly interesting.

It baffled him how a stranger could give him the comfort of an old friend.

He went out in the middle of the night to search for you, he didn't know why but it wasn't his anxiety that got him that night, he went to look for you.

He didn't find you at the park, not at the food stall, you both once ate together and also not at the convenience store.

He knew your house, but it would be stupid of him to come unannounced to your house.

He needed a reason, an excuse to see you, and he knew exactly what to do for that.

He pushed the doorbell of your house and waited right outside until he heard your footsteps coming close, then opened the gate.

"Oh, hi?!" You said as soon as you figured out who rang your doorbell at 1 am.

Han smiled with such giddiness, "I won it for you!" He said then showed you the star-shaped plushie from the clawing machine.

You laughed at how adorable he was, he came in the middle of the night just to show you that.

"Oh, so you come to brag about it?" You poked fun at him.

Han laughed, "just a little," he answered, then handed you the plushie.

You took the plushie from him and squeezed its cute face.

"Did I disturb you?" He asked.

"No, I was in the middle of doing something" you muttered with your hand busy squeezing the plushie in your hands.

"Then that means I disturbed you," he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "No, you're not," you denied.

"Anyway..." Han trailed his word.

He hesitated to ask you out, but he came for this, there was no way he left with nothing.

"You want to take a walk with me?" He asked while down looking down at his feet.

"Yes," you shortly replied.

A smile rose on Han's face.

"Can you wait a moment? I just need to go back inside to grab a coat," you said.

After stuffing your faces with food from the stall you once ate together, Han bought you ice cream and ate it at the playground where you both sat on the swings.

"How much you spent on the claw machine to win that plushie?" You asked him out of nowhere.

"Enough to buy the claw machine itself," he playfully answered.

You chuckled and almost choked on your ice cream, your feet kicking the ground to move the swing.

"Thank you," you said out of nowhere.

Han turned his head at you while holding the ice cream close to his mouth, "I planned on beating that claw machine anyway," he responded playfully.

"I know you saw me crying that day," you said.

Han stopped swaying in his swing then turned his head at you, he felt caught and somehow, felt bad for it.

"Thank you for not saying anything and listening to my cries," you added as you stared into his eyes.

"Thank you for not making me lonely that night," you finished.

Han looked down at his feet, and he thought if only you knew how dire he was at that moment, how you indirectly saved him for just being there and sharing the comfortable silence.

It was almost 4 in the morning when you both walked back to your house, getting to know each other just enough to be more than acquaintances.

"Of course, I know who you are," you told him without him needing to explain everything.

"And that's also why I've been wondering why didn't you buy that claw machine," you joked.

Han got flustered, felt shot by your remark that you knew him all along.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.

"And give you another chance to brag? No, thank you," You said while laughing.

He never encountered a person with compelling charms like you. You're funny and smart, you have a beautiful smile and endearing laughs, you're deeply an intuitive person and also open-minded.

You made things easier for him, or you made it seem so, and he's thankful for that.

You half-jogged to unlock the gate of your house and pushed it open just enough, you stood facing him.

"I guess this is it then?" You asked him with one hand keeping the gate door open.

Han was aware it was time for him to go as well, but he didn't want to part with you yet, and the next thing he knew, he got close to you.

You smiled at him and waited for him to say something, but he just stayed quiet while looking at you.

"Bye," you lowly said to him because there was no use to tell him loud when he stood so close to you.

You pushed the gate door open and got in.

Han thought of leaving, but his feet didn't move, he pushed your doorbell.

You opened the gate a moment later and laughed when you saw him again, "going to use your chance to brag now?" You joked.

He laughed while softly scratching the back of his hair, "No," he replied.

"What then?" You asked him.

Han hesitated for a second, but he took a step closer, then leaned in and kissed you, softly brushing his lips over yours.

He sighed against your lips because he didn't expect this to be this good, this right, it was like this moment was made for this.

You slowly pushed him away to catch a breath.

"You want to come in?" You asked him with your eyes looking up through your lashes.

And he couldn't say no.

He let you lead him inside your house, he was surprised to see there was no one inside, and for the lack of furniture, there were only things cluttered around a desk in one corner of the room.

"My parents live abroad with my sister, she got a scholarship for her ballet," you explained, "so, I live alone,"

Han didn't know that a warm person like you lives a solitary life, and he got unbearably sad for you that he suddenly went to hug you.

And you rubbed his back, sensing his sympathy.

But all he wanted to do was make you feel less lonely, assuring you that he was there for you.

He kissed you with his hands holding your body close as if you would disappear if he didn't hold you tight.

You steered him in the direction of your bedroom and sent both of you tumbling down your bed, making you both laugh.

He kissed you more with your hands working open his shirt, bodies tossed and turned on the bed as pieces of clothing tossed aside onto the bedroom floor.

Until you both got naked, he pinned you under him and kissed you so softly with a hand that caressed the side of your face.

"Can you grab the condom inside one of those drawers, please?" You asked him.

He nodded, outstretched his hand to pull open the top drawer, and took out a foil packet.

Han didn't mean for this to happen, he wanted to comfort you with his presence, but the moment he laid his eyes on your heavenly body, he couldn't resist.

You endlessly enthralled him, alluring, he couldn't stop touching you and feeling the softness of your skin that made him whimper.

You kissed him on the mouth as he settled himself between your legs, "I like this little mole right here," you told him, pointing to the tiny dot of dark mole on his cheek.

He smiled at your praise, and somehow that made him feel at ease.

He didn't feel nervous like he usually does, also not the pressure to make everything right. He just wanted to make you feel good.

You moaned when he pushed his length inside you, so painstakingly slow until he fully buried inside you.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

"I'm not okay,"

Han's eyes widened in panic.

"I'm not okay if you feel this good inside me," you corrected with a sly smile.

"You!" He glared at you, buried his mouth onto your neck, and tickled you with the tip of his nose.

You laughed with your hands around his neck, he finally stopped to kiss you again then looked into your eyes, "you're so beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

He began moving against you at a steady pace while you squirmed with all the pleasure he brought on you.

You would look into each other’s faces at times and smile because this felt so right, this moment was made for this.

You held him close as you both climaxed around each other, and he kissed your neck as he relished the immense pleasure that was slowly dissipating.

You both stayed on your bed with his body overlapping yours, and you snaked a hand around his body, rubbing the warm skin of his back.

He admired your naked body under the pale sunlight by running his hand from your lips down to your chest, to the curve of the underline of your breast to your ribcage then squeezed your flesh there.

"I felt so unbearably lonely that day," you admitted, "that's why I cried,"

Han placed a sweet kiss on your lips, "and I felt so anxious that day, I couldn't sleep, I felt so hopeless and tired," he admitted.

"We are two sad people," you softly muttered with a hand gently scratching his hair.

"And we saved each other," he added.

You softly smiled at him, then held his face still with a hand on his cheek, "Hey, just because we did this, nothing has to change between us," you assured him.

"I'm okay with us being casual,"

Han took your hand and kissed the inside of your hand, "but what if I don't want that?" He asked you.

"I want us to be a chic couple," he playfully stated.

You laughed at him, "you are ludicrous,"

"I'll take that," he said as he crashed his mouth on you again.

At that moment, Han found a haven in you. A place where he can rest his soul and wash his weariness away, a place where he could replenish his strength and at the same time, be a company to you, someone you can rely on and try to comfort you with his presence.

When he felt his life going to take another down, he knew where to go.

He would come knocking on your door, and you would welcome him with a hug.

And he would melt into your embrace as you rubbed his back while softly muttering, "it's okay, it's just another day."

-

ON TRACK.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Even a fool knows that you're the best thing he has ever got.

Felix didn't realize this when he was still having his days filled with you.

You had been friends since childhood, and that was probably what made him mistake his love for the comfort from the friendship you had built over the years.

You've been there since his dreams were just wishful thinking.

You encouraged him, supported him, gave him just enough push towards what he wanted the most, towards his dreams.

And you weren't there when his dreams were becoming true.

You knew what he was capable of even people kept telling him to stop, you knew his value even before anyone knew his worth, and he loved you for that.

He didn't know that back then.

When you had to leave because you also going to chase your dream, he just watched as the train took you away from him.

And he knew he was too late.

He only regretted it now for missing out on the chance, hated himself for not getting close to you.

He should've come up with any reason to stop you from leaving that day, he should have asked you to turn around and look at him, he would've said, 'Don't go! Don't leave me!'.

And it had been years now, he misses you.

Or is it just him that misses you?

He misses all the times he had spent together with you.

Your laughs, your smiles, your encouraging words that always lift his spirit, your comforting touches, and how he likes having your hand rub the small of his back.

And lately, he had been thinking of how things would turn out if he conveyed his feelings for you, how would he spends his time with you and probably for all of his life.

He got so used to that picture-perfect of him being together with you that it became his daily life.

When he saw you stood there at the end of the hall, waiting for him with a smile on your face, Felix felt that he got closer to that picture-perfect.

He walked up once again towards you.

"Hey," you beamed at him when he got closer with a scintillating smile.

He didn't hesitate to hug you, and you didn’t shy away from it, you hugged him back.

He hummed as he drank the scent he is familiar with, "you're here!" He said.

"I don't even know if I'm allowed to be here," you told him.

When you told him you were coming to the concert, Felix sent someone to get you to come backstage so he could meet you before he got on stage.

He lowly chuckled, "I can't believe you're really here!" He said again as he squeezed your hand.

You smiled at him, "I know right? It feels like yesterday we were taking dance classes together every Friday afternoon," you told him.

"How long will you be here?" He quickly asked.

"Just for the weekend," you replied.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the hotel," you answered.

Someone came behind Felix and whispered something to him while he nodded along.

"Oh, you'd better get back!" You told him.

Felix wanted to stay long but it was impossible with the time he has, "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," You assured him.

"Can you stay after the concert later?" He asked you.

"Yeah, okay," you answered.

He nodded, that is one thing he could anticipate at the end of the night.

"I'll be cheering for you!" You playfully told him.

He sheepishly smiled, "I'll be seeing you!" He joked back.

"Sure, I'll be the one in black," you told him pointing to the black t-shirt you were wearing.

"Not going to be hard to find," he sneered.

You laughed at him and patted him on the shoulder, "see you later!"

"See you later!" He said back.

He got a little sad being the one leaving you right then and watched as you slowly disappeared from his sight.

At the end of the night, Felix got a little disappointed that you didn't wait for him as you promised him, but he also understood that maybe you didn’t want to make him more tired than he already was.

Felix's window of opportunity wouldn't last long since he only got until the end of the weekend to do what he always wanted to do.

He called your hotel room the next morning to make sure you were still there, "Hey," you said as you picked up the phone.

"I'm sorry about last night for not waiting for you," you began, "I assume you'd be tired so..."

"It's okay," he convinced you.

He heard you sigh in relief at the end of the line.

"I didn't mean to really," you assured him.

"No worries!" He said again.

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, Felix stalled because he wanted to pick his words carefully.

"Do you have any plan for tonight?" He asked.

"Tonight?" You asked again.

"I planned on staying in and eating in the whole day, other than that. No!" You elaborated.

Felix softly smiled, "do you want to go with me?"

"Go where?"

"Dancing?"

"Dancing?" You asked back in utter confusion.

"Dancing like we used to do back when were little," he explained.

The recollections of the two of you taking a dance class together rushed through your mind, him in those mini tuxedoes and you in your ballroom dresses in striking colors, a dancing pair for years until both of you gave up the class because you grew up and it wasn't cool to do it anymore.

"I don't know if I still remember how to dance but I'd love that, oh my God, yes," you exclaimed.

Felix chuckled because he didn't expect that much enthusiasm from you, he could feel that his plan was going the way he wanted.

"I'll pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"Yes," you replied.

"See you later!" He said with a gleeful smile.

He came to pick you up right on time, waited by the lobby of the hotel until you came out of the elevator wearing a red dress, you let your hair down, but what made you beautiful was the smile that didn't wear off as you walked up to him.

"Oh my God, you look so good!" You beamed, looking at him dressed so neatly in a black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath.

"And you look so beautiful!" He praised you he couldn't look away, you mesmerized him.

You gave him a quick twirl and the hem of the dress swaying with the movement, "I went out earlier and bought the dress," you showed him your new shoes, "I also bought a new pair of dancing shoes," you told him.

Felix softly laughed at you, seeing you excited like this that he couldn't be any happier.

But when he arrived at the ballroom, and everyone who attended the dance was mostly elderly people, he believed you were the only two young people there and that his plan just went off the rail.

He turned his head at you, ready to apologize for such a disappointing night.

But he found you smiling so brightly with crinkles in your eyes as you watched the swarm of people dancing in the middle of the ballroom, "Oh my God, how exciting!" You told him.

"Can we go dance now?" You asked him with such giddiness.

Felix nodded, somehow your excitement infected him in an instant.

He offered his hand, and you placed your hand on his, he took you to the dance floor, placed one hand on your waist, and the other clasped with your hand.

You danced the night away, sweeping the floor with both of your feet, giggling and smiling in between, you didn't even care if you missed out a few steps as long as you were having fun.

"I think we should take a water break," Felix suggested.

He understood that you were thrilled to continue dancing but looking at you panting, running out of breath, he took it that you were tired.

You waited on a vacant table while Felix took a few drinks, when he returned, an elderly asked you to dance with him. He knew you wouldn't say no to him, he nodded at you when you asked him for permission.

"I'll wait here," he told you and sat on the chair watching you dancing with the elderly man with white hair.

And this is why he loves you.

Your warmth, your charms, everything about you is just so beautiful, inside and out.

The elderly man escorted you back to your table and kissed the back of your hand, "Thank you so much for dancing with an old man like me," he said to you.

You smiled at him, "no, it's an honor for me," you courteously said to him.

The elderly man looked at Felix, "you got a fine young lady here," he said to him.

And Felix nodded, agreed with the elderly man.

Felix slid your drink in front of you on the table and you immediately took a big gulp, "I never dance this hard in my life," you said to him.

"I wish I can relate to that," he said to you.

You laughed because you understood what he meant by that, "this feels like breathing to you," you joked.

"Sort of," he replied.

"Let's have the last dance," you suggested.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "we can do a slow dance," you said to him.

He agreed, got up from the chair, and courteously asked for your hand for a dance.

You did a waltz dance with him, slow dancing even though the music that was playing was ideally for tango. He held you by your waist, and you put your hands around his neck. You looked up at him through your lashes, "thank you for taking me here," you said to him.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Like it? I love it!" You corrected him, then rested your head on his shoulder as your bodies swayed in sync.

Felix just got closer to what he wanted the most.

You had no idea how long he had been waiting for a moment like this to happen.

Even after time keeps passing by, this constant desperation of him makes him look for you, search for you and you came to him every night and tantalize him, tantalize him more the longer he was away from you.

And now, you were so close, you were in his arms and he could smell the scent of you that give him a sense of comfort, of home.

It hurts him now that he had been keeping all these feelings for you for long.

You waited for Felix as he ordered ice cream for both of you, it was like a callback to the past of how the two of you always had ice cream after dance class.

When he returned with your favorite vanilla ice cream, he saw you were massaging your foot with your shoes off.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he sat down across from you.

You sighed, "It's the new shoe problem," you answered.

Felix looked down at your feet and saw the blisters formed on your feet, he hissed as if he was the one in pain, "that looks so bad," he commented.

"It's alright. It's not that painful really," you assured him.

"You wait here," he ordered, "and eat your ice cream,"

"Where are you going?" You asked him as he dashed toward the exit.

"Just wait, I won't be long," he told you.

Felix came back after a few minutes, and his ice cream was melted in his cup, he squatted on the floor to put ointment and bandages on the blisters on your feet.

"I can do that myself," you said to him.

He didn't reply but continued tending to your feet, then pulled out a pair of slippers so you wouldn't have to wear your shoes again.

"Oh Felix, thank you," you sincerely muttered your gratitude.

He sat back on his chair, "I can't stand it seeing you like that," he said.

"Like what?"

"Looking adorable with a scrunched nose like that," he teased you.

"Better eat your ice cream quick before it melts," you shouted at him, then took a spoonful of his ice cream with your spoon.

You decided to take a walk because the hotel you were staying at wasn't that far from the ice cream shop, Felix grabbed your hand then twirled you, you spun around, but since you were wearing slippers, you slipped and crashed onto him.

He was quick to catch you into his arms and didn't let go, he looked into your eyes then all of sudden, he blurted out, "I love you,"

It took you a moment to process those three words until it fully sank in, then you smiled, "I love you too," you said back to him.

He wasn't sure if you have the same meaning behind those words with him, so he kissed you.

You dropped the shoes you had been carrying onto the pavement, looped your hands around his neck, and kissed him back with the same eagerness.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, "it took us a long time," you breathlessly said to him.

Felix nodded, agreeing with you, he didn't know that you have just the same feelings for him, and it was the best thing that ever happened to him, having his feelings reciprocated.

If he had known, he would have told you sooner.

The night continued in your hotel room, both of you stumbled inside once you unlocked the room with the keycard, latching your mouth together with Felix pushed your body further inside.

You dropped everything onto the floor as he lifted you, sat you down on a desk, and knocked things off to the floor.

He cupped your face with both hands and looked into your eyes, still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you love him back.

He pressed a gentle kiss while you slipped your hands under his arms and held him close.

"You feel so surreal," he said against your lips.

You smiled at him and kissed him with all of your heart, "I am real," you told him.

He angled your jaw, and you opened your mouth for him so he could deepen the kiss, drowning you both in sensuous delight.

His hands worked open the zipper of your dress, the noise it made resounding in the quiet of the room, then he slid the dress down until it pooled around your waist.

He didn't waste time to place kisses down your bare chest with hand impatiently unclasped your bra then tossed it aside.

You reclined on the desk and let him savor your breasts, taking it into his mouth in turns with your hand tangled in his soft hair.

When it got too uncomfortable, he carried you to bed and watched your naked body splayed on the bed with nothing on but the silk red underwear you were wearing.

Your body was blotchy red, flustered under his lustful gaze, and ultimately because you were the only one naked while he was still fully clothed.

You sat up on the bed and reached for the lapels of his suit jacket, you took it off by sliding it down his arms. You unbuttoned his shirt next with his eyes intently watched your fingers work to open the button one by one until you finished, then he took it off himself.

You lay back down and watched him unbuckle his belt, your thighs pressed together when he slowly pulled his trousers down along with his underwear until he was fully naked in front of you.

He is gorgeous, despite his slim figure, he has a muscular body and firm muscles to the touch. You whimpered as you felt the muscles contract under your touch when he lowered himself on top of you.

"Make love to me, Felix," you told him.

Felix closed his eyes when he heard the request, it was like you just asked him to do what he had been waiting for all of his life.

His hand tugged the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down, off your legs. He kissed the skin around your heating core, teasing you just the right way, and when he finally landed his mouth on your cunt, you gasped in pleasure.

His mouth felt soft and warm on you, you looked down at him enjoying stimulating you with his mouth with his hands firmly keeping your legs open.

When he deemed the stimulation is enough, he retracted his mouth and settled himself between your legs, and hastily kissed your mouth.

You kept your legs open as he pushed his cock inside you little by little with your moans muffled by his kiss, he groaned into your mouth once he fully sheathed inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist with your hands around his neck.

"You feel so right," you breathlessly said to him with his face only inches away from you.

He kissed you again as he began moving, making love to you as you asked him to, with so much care and affection, fluttering little touches here and there.

He took your hand in his and clasped it together as he picked up the pace, "keep your eyes on me," he ordered you.

You obeyed, you locked your eyes with him and didn't dare to look away even for a mere second.

"I love you," he said between his grunts.

"I love you," you said back.

You called out his name out loud as you climaxed and he cum inside you not long after, relishing the moment by peppering your face with his kisses.

You put on his shirt after you got back from the bathroom then lay back down next to him on the bed, which he immediately pulled you into his embrace.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" He asked you.

You slipped your hand under his arm and rested your hand on his back, "technically, it's today," you corrected him.

"Do you really have to leave today?" He asked again.

"Sadly, yeah," you answered.

You moved your hand back to the front to touch his muscles, tracing the outline of his abs with your fingertips.

"Don't leave!" He begged.

"We only live a few hours away from each other," you tried to compromise with him.

"I need you here," he said to your face as she cupped your cheek with his hand.

You sighed in delight, it felt like a discovery that you mean so much to him.

"I'll visit often," you convinced him.

He sighed, knowing that there was no better option since he couldn't promise you anything but tried his best for you.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, "but it took us a long time to get here," he whined.

You hugged him back, putting your hands on his back, "I know," you sighed.

"We'll find a way," you assured him while rubbing his back in a soothing pattern.

"Can we skip the soppy talk and make out or something?" You playfully asked with a soft laugh as a way to console him.

He lifted his head to face him, "or something?" He asked with eyebrows raised.

You bit your lower lip while seductively smiling and nodding at him, "or something," you repeated.

Felix could settle with this, for now, he didn't want to pressure you to fulfill his selfish wishes, if it's the only way to keep you then he would accept it.

What matters the most is you.

When it was time for you to leave, Felix stood in front of you with a smile yet there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You hurriedly hugged him, "I'll come back soon, I promise," you muttered to him.

He hugged you back and tightened his hold around you, "I should have told you sooner," he muttered with regrets.

You pulled away just enough to leave a space between you, "Felix, it's better late than never," you said to him.

He nodded in agreement, pressed his forehead with yours, "Can I visit you sometimes?" He asked.

"Of course!" You shorty replied, "you can visit me anytime,"

"Okay," he smiled at your answer.

You stayed like that, enjoying each other’s presence like the world was made for both of you even though a lot of people were passing by in the train station.

"I should get on the train," you announced and shot him a sad smile.

He softly groaned with his eyes closed.

You laughed at him, adorably sulking like that at you that you couldn't help but gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"The train will leave in a few minutes," you told him.

"Then let it leave," he tightened his hold around you and not willing to let go, "I'll keep you here," he nuzzled his head deep into your neck.

You let him have his way with you, letting him hold you for a few more minutes until he let himself go.

"I'll wait for you," he said to you.

You nodded, "wait for me," you said back.

He kissed you with a hand on your neck, and you kissed him back with your hands around his body.

"I love you," he said again, he wanted to make sure you remember those three words well even if you live so far away.

You smiled against his lips, "I love you too," you replied.

"And I hate to tell you, but I really have to get on the train now," you told him with a frown.

He nodded and slowly let go of you, except you were the one not willing to let go this time. You pulled him for another kiss, pouring all of your heart's contents into the kiss.

Then quickly let go, gently pushed him away before you got the urge to kiss him again.

"Bye," you told him and walked onto the platform, waving your hand at him before getting on the train.

He waved back at you, looking at the last of your smile before you disappeared. He felt a bit sad, but the happiness that came from his dream came true was overwhelming, his heart palpitation for every time he reminded that you are truly his and that you love him back.

He watched as the train leaves, taking you away with it yet he knew that your heart would always be close to his, and keeping it on track.

-

LEVANTER.

Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

How can you pack your life in boxes?

In eight big boxes to be precise.

You looked around your almost empty room except for the bed and the study desk that had been accompanied you for these past years of college.

It felt like yesterday you got into college, young and curious, hopeful and eager.

Looking back at it now, you felt like missed but also lived through a lot of things as well. There was gain and loss. You just hoped you got the best of both worlds.

You took a deep breath, and the sound echoed through the still air of the room.

You sat on the end of the bed, hugging your knees, and got unbearably sad at that moment, got hit by the realization that you had to leave this life behind, moving on to a new chapter of your life.

To be honest, it was scary but exciting at the same time. Scary because life gets harder as you get older, but excited to find out more things you are capable of.

Your phone vibrated on the bed, and you picked it up to see an unknown number on the phone screen, you got skeptical but gave in, then pressed accept the call.

"Hello?" You spoke on the phone.

You heard rustles and heavy breathing, then the sound of a car passing by.

"This is Seungmin from 2018, and he wanted to take you on the first date," he said.

You laughed at him, "how are you calling from the past?" You asked him, playing along with his joke.

"By a magic payphone," he answered.

Then you remembered the first time he took you on a date, he called you through the payphone right across the street from your apartment building.

You got up from the bed and walked to the window to see if he was really there, you pulled open the window, and there he was, waving his hand at you with a sly smile on his face from inside the phone booth.

You smiled and waved back at him, "so, where are you taking me for our first date?" You playfully asked him even though you could recount how your first date went in detail.

"Why don't you come down and find out?" He said to you.

He was standing across the street, yet you could see his bright puppy smile that invited you to smile back.

You hung up the phone and quickly put on something decent for the spontaneous date, tossed your things into your purse, then jogged downstairs.

Your heart was beating fast, your breath quickened from the running mixed with the excitement of going to meet him in a matter of seconds.

You waited until there was no car, then crossed the street, saw him standing there waiting for you with his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

"Hi," you bashfully said.

He sheepishly smiled at you, "Hi," he said back.

And it was awkward, exactly like the first time you were on a date with him, and he scratched the back of his neck when he didn't know what to say next.

You laughed, "shall we go now?" You asked him.

He nodded, "yes,"

You walked on the pavement with you staying on the inner side but this time, he didn't hesitate to hold your hand and intertwined it with his.

It was winter when you had our first date, he took you to ice skate in the park, and he took you to the same ice rink you went to.

You sat on the bench as he put on the shoes for you then looked up at you, "is it too tight?" He asked you once he finished strapping the shoes for you.

You shook your head.

Looking down at him and the fluff of his hair gave you the urge to kiss him, and so you did.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then smiled, "thank you," you muttered.

He got up then held his hand out at you, you took it, letting him lead you inside the ice rink, and held on to him as the slippery ice welcomed you.

"I'm still bad at it," you informed him.

You were never good at any activity that required body balance, and that was why you always bump your knees into things, you are clumsy like that.

He took both of your hands on his and held them tight, "you can hold onto me," he assured you.

Seungmin helped you ice skate through the rink, doing a few laps together with him holding you close and keeping you steady.

"You're getting good at this!" He praised.

One praise and you lost your balance, slipped on the ice, fell on your back. You had seen this coming, and it didn't come as a surprise anymore.

"I'm okay," you quickly said to him.

He helped you get up and all of a sudden, pulled you into a hug. He put his hands around your waist and held you close, he didn't care about the existence of other people in the rink.

You put your hand around his neck and hugged him back, "is it to save me from embarrassment?" You joked.

He softly laughed, "No, I'm just so proud of you," he said.

"For falling?" You joked again.

"For getting up," he answered.

You placed a sneaky peck on his neck then whispered to him, "can you let go now it's getting embarrassing," you told him.

He slowly pulled away, but he was quick to place a kiss on your lips with a hand splayed on your jaw.

"Let's go do another lap," he said with a blank expression like he didn't just kiss you a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, sure," you breathlessly replied.

After ice skating, he took you to a convenience store, also the same one where he took you on the first date. He remembered exactly what you bought that day, a cup of noodles with a sausage, a bottle of lychee tea, and a bag of potato chips.

You laughed when he placed all of that in front of you on the table, "oh, you missed something!" You told him with a glare.

He stopped from pulling the chair, "what?"

"You forgot the string cheese," you answered.

His mouth hung open in slight shock, "okay, wait here, I'll get it for you,"

You quickly grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down, "just sit down, please?" You ordered.

And he sat down, scooted his chair closer to you, then ate your noodles together.

As you sat there watching him eating, you realized he was different from the first time he went on a date with you. He was awkward, fidgety and there was an edge to his voice whenever he talked, unsure of the words he said. But he changed now, he got confident, he knew how to be around you and provide comfort for you. Things that hadn't changed are his loving gaze and that smile of his that always put you at ease in an instant.

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, "since when did you get this much cooler?" You teased.

He nuzzled his head against yours, "since when did you become this clingy?" He asked back.

You chuckled even though he knew what was the reason you became so clingy to him.

"You were so nervous on our first date, and I listened to you singing under your breath to calm yourself down," you told him, looping your hand around his arm.

He laced your hand with yours on your lap, "I like you so much that was why I got so nervous," he answered with such coy as if his answer didn't make your heart just skip a beat.

You turned your head at him, "what about now?"

"I like you less," he shortly replied.

You pouted.

And he kissed your pout, "but I love you more,"

You groaned at him and hid your face in his neck, "cringe!" You exclaimed and squeezed his hand for comfort.

The last thing you did on your first date was take him to the studio on the campus where you worked on your sculpture, you didn't have anything to show him now since you just graduated, but he still took you there.

You flipped the switch, and lights started flooding the studio with the smell of clay and paints welcomed you both as you stepped in further.

You took him there to show him a sculpture you were working on for an assignment, you led his hand to touch the hardening clay, then he got panicked thinking that he had just broken a piece, making you laugh at how adorable he looked.

And that was when he kissed you for the first time.

You still got the butterflies when the memory flashed through your head.

Sadly, I don't have any sculpture to show you," you told him.

You took his hands, led him to the sofa that is a prop for a model to pose for paintings or sculptures, then pushed him onto it.

He plopped down with a low thud along with a yelp, "ouch!" He exclaimed.

You giggled, then took a few steps in front of him, close enough for him to see the whole you.

"But I got something else to show you," you said with a seductive smile.

You kicked your shoes away with giggles, your eyes looked into him as you tugged the hem of your blouse, then pulled it off of you.

"Since when did you get this bold, mmh?" Seungmin beamed then looked around the place, afraid that someone was around, and when he was sure there were only the two of you there, he slouched on the sofa and looked at you again.

You unzipped your skirt next, then let it fall onto the floor.

Low whimpers escaped through his gritted teeth as Seungmin looked at you standing in front of him, naked except for the matching underwear in pale pink colors.

"Come here!" He ordered with his hands outstretched at you.

You walked up to him and took his hands as he pulled you onto his lap.

"Is this what you're trying to show me?" He asked you with his hands gripped each side of your hips.

You nodded with a sly smile on your face.

"You drive me crazy," he told you, then crashed his lips against you.

The kiss took your breath away, and you barely functioning as he took the rest of your undergarments then lay you down naked on the sofa.

He kneeled at the end of the sofa, hastily taking his clothes off and letting them fall onto the floor.

"I usually don't let myself be reckless like this," he told you as he lowered himself on top of you.

"But you're so hard to resist," he finished, then sank his mouth on you.

The sex was painstakingly slow, each thrust went deeper than the previous, and Seungmin didn't break eye contact even for a mere second.

"Always taking me so well," he praised you as he placed a gentle kiss.

You didn't hold back from moaning and let it resound in the studio, it was somehow arousing to have sex in a place where you worked, added to the fact that someone might walk in on you at any time.

"So good, Seungmin," you told him as his cock nudged the right spot inside you.

Seungmin propped a hand next to your head to continue moving against you, putting a bit more strength and thrusting harder into you.

You moaned his name repeatedly and heard you calling his name heavy with lust in it riled him the best way.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he informed you.

"I want you to keep it inside for me,"

He lay a hand flat on your abdomen, watching as his cock went in and out of you at a sloppy pace.

"You're going to take all of me," he said to you, then went still for a few seconds as his orgasm hit him.

His eyes flicked to your fucked out face, also reeling from the climax you earned earlier.

Seungmin dug his cock deeper to release all of his seed in you, "yes, take all of me," he breathlessly cooed at you.

When he pulled out, he quickly reached for your underwear on the floor then put it on you, preventing his cum from leaking out of you.

You both stayed on the sofa, cuddling and enjoying each other’s touches against the quiet of the studio.

"This first date thing," you put your fingers in between his, "is a good idea," you said.

Seungmin tenderly kissed your knuckles.

"I love it!" You exclaimed.

"I'm glad," he said to you.

He caressed your cheek with so much love and care, tried to make a blueprint of your face then etched it onto his mind.

"Don't worry about anything," he suddenly said.

"You were born to do great things," he continued, then traced your jaw with his index finger.

And you hated to be reminded that he wouldn't be there witnessing all of the great things you'll achieve.

You closed your eyes and tried to push the tears away from coming out, "we'll achieve our dreams," you optimistically said to him despite having to do it in separate ways.

You shut him up with kisses, stopping the conversation from going in the direction you didn't want it to go, then buried your head in his chest.

You drank his scent for you couldn't get the exact same scent anywhere in the world, a scent of him, a scent that gives you comfort and warmth, a scent that would remind you of his loving embrace.

The night was getting late when he walked you back to your apartment, and the streets were getting empty, you stopped walking next to the phone booth.

"Is it really the magic payphone?" You asked him.

He nodded, "you just need to punch the number of the years you wanted, and you'll be connected to the you from that year," he said.

You chuckled at him.

"If you don't trust me, just try it," he said to you in a mocking tone.

You took the handle of the phone and pushed it close to your ear, you heard the dialing tone then hummed as you think of a number, "I'll call the 19 years old me so that would be 2019," you said the pushed the number on the keypad.

It didn't link to any number, but you pretended, "oh hello, it's you from the future," you began.

"I know that you have a boyfriend named Kim Seungmin and you'll be having burgers for lunch later," you continued.

You looked at him, smiling because he knew what you were about to say.

"You should tell him about your allergy so he wouldn't order you a burger with shrimp on it," you spoke with your eyes squinted at him.

"I'm saving you from the embarrassment of him seeing you all bloated and red, I know you could die from the allergy, but the shame lasts an eternity," you talked to the phone even though it played the disconnected tone.

"Make good choices!" You said.

You pushed the phone back to your ear to add something, "but can you keep the guy?"

You nodded as if the one you talked to was right in front of you, "yes, he's a keeper, you shouldn't let him go, no matter what,"

"Things might get rough after but hang in there!" you finished, then hung up.

Seungmin shrugged with his hands turned up, "see? It works!"

You rolled your eyes rather dramatically and let him take his turn, "your turn, now!"

He stepped into the phone booth, and you stayed inside with him, squeezing the two of you together.

Seungmin took the handle of the phone and confidently punched the number 2018, he waited as if the phone really connected.

"Hey Seungmin, it's you from four years later, don't worry you graduated with honors so you can slack off a bit," he began.

"Just a little, I said," he added.

"I know it would be the first day of college, and you are nervous, but at the end of the day, you'll meet a beautiful girl near the fountain in the campus garden," he said with his eyes looking at you.

"You'll know it's her. She has a beautiful smile, and the moon was shining so bright that night, but it couldn't match the brightness of her smile," he said.

You smiled at him as you intently listened to his words.

"She'll make a fool out of you, turn you a bit loopy, you can't sleep because you keep thinking about her," he nodded along to his own words.

"She's as beautiful as the art she makes," he added.

Seungmin sighed as he shifted his weight to his other foot and placed a hand on the booth on your side, slightly leaning at you.

"I hate to tell you this, but you'll part ways with her at one point," he sadly uttered.

"She'll be going away to chase her dreams, and so do you," he said with his eyes closed as if that hurt him from the inside.

"Because that's life, it's fucking suck," he cursed out loud

You never heard him curse like that before, but you understood from the resentment you felt in his words, he hated the world for separating you.

"But you'll always be in love with her, you'll always remember the moments you had together for life," he sadly muttered.

You swallowed the hot lump growing in your throat from holding back your tears, "and I pray that you will be able to survive losing her," he said.

And you couldn't stop your tears from falling, you cried as he too choked on his breath trying not to break down in front of you.

Seungmin cleared his throat before continuing to speak into the phone.

"And I pray that she will come back to you if she can," he finished, and his voice got broke at the end of the sentence.

You broke down against him, crying into his chest while clutching the lapels of his jacket.

You got sad because it felt so unfair to you, you found just the right person to be with you, yet the world kept wanting to separate you. You will never get how the world works, but the unfairness of it all angers you to no end.

Seungmin held you tight, then kissed the top of your head, "I told her everything already," he said into the phone, "it's all good now," he ended the call, then put the phone back.

He held you tight inside the cramped space of the phone booth, your cries resounding, and your tears seeped into his clothes.

"I love you," he hoarsely said to you, then tipped your head to place a kiss on your forehead.

He let you rest your head on his chest again, one hand rubbing your back and the other gently patting your head, "I love you," he muttered again.

He pressed his mouth on the top of your head, "It's all good now."

-

SECRET SECRET.

I.N x reader. (s,f)

It's not hard to know that Seungmin has feelings for you.

When everyone laughed, he looked at you, watching your reactions and also because your smile is that pretty, or Jeongin thought so.

And Jeongin had been witnessing all these subtle things Seungmin did around you, like how he liked to secretly watch over you and quickly looked away before you notice, or that he liked paying close attention to you when you talked to him like you were the only person existing in the world.

Then there were times he was being obvious like he would sulk when you got too close to the other members that Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at his pettiness.

You are the closest to Jeongin because you knew him long before you knew everyone else.

He could easily tell you about Seungmin, but that wouldn't be fair to Seungmin, and Jeongin has no right to tell you.

Jeongin sent you off after a night out together and watched you get into a taxi with Seungmin with him.

When the two of them got into the elevator, he tapped Seungmin’s shoulder until he looked over at him.

"You like her, don't you?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin got startled, "Uhm... no," he stuttered his words, the answer didn't match his cheeks which were blushing profusely.

Jeongin softly chuckled, "It's okay. I'll keep it a secret," he told him.

Seungmin got quiet and his body went rigid in front of him, when the elevator door slid open, the quickly got out as if trying to escape Jeongin's drilling questions.

When he unlocked the door to the dorm though, he considered something, and Jeongin waited behind him.

Seungmin slowly turned around to face Jeongin, "do you think you can set us up for a date?" He asked him with so much hesitancy in his voice.

Jeongin put his hand on his shoulder, "why are you so tense? It's just me," he said to him.

Seungmin shrugged, "I never like someone this much," he foolishly admitted.

And Jeongin could feel the sincerity in Seungmin's words, he likes you that much he couldn't contain it anymore.

Jeongin felt obligated to help him since he is the one closest to him, "I'll help you, don't worry!" He assured him.

Seungmin sighed as if half of the effort has done by saying it.

"Now, can you unlock the door so we can get in?" Jeongin reminded him since they were still standing outside the door of their dorm.

Seungmin laughed because he felt like a fool, then hurriedly unlocked the door to let them both in.

Jeongin successfully secured a date for you and Seungmin, the plan was to go to the movies together then he would part with you after so the two of you could have the rest of the day together.

"She doesn't drink soda," Jeongin reminded Seungmin.

"That I know," Seungmin said.

"She likes caramel popcorn, she can't eat spicy food, and she's allergic to shrimp so I suggest avoiding seafood for dinner," he informed.

"Is there anything else? Things that I hadn't known before?" Seungmin seriously asked him.

Jeongin rolled his eyes because he just told him that now, he then think of all the pet peeves you have, "she hates someone who talks during movies, makes noise while eating, and is a messy eater," he added.

Seungmin heavily sighed, "well, I'm not Changbin so I shouldn't worry," he savagely remarked.

Jeongin laughed at him, "and oh, she doesn't like flowers,"

Seungmin scrunched his nose in confusion, "why?"

"Because she can't eat them," Jeongin lightly answered.

"Huh?"

Jeongin laughed again, "she'd rather receive food as a gift than flowers,"

"Oh!" Seungmin exclaimed, "she's interesting!" Seungmin said with that foolish smile of him.

"I know," Jeongin said, and it might have slipped his mouth, but every one can easily agree that you are different from other girls.

it also mazed him how much he knows about you more than he knows himself.

Jeongin elbowed Seungmin when he saw you coming their way.

"Am I late?" You asked them the moment you got in front of them.

Seungmin shook his head, "no, you actually come right on time," he said.

Jeongin's hand reached for a strand of stray hair and put it behind your ear, "the movie is about to start in fifteen minutes,"

"I don't like waiting long for movies as long as we got enough time to buy popcorn," Seungmin said.

You gasped, "oh my God, yes, me too!"

Jeongin watched as you and Seungmin went to buy popcorn and drinks for the three of you.

You got to sit in the middle between Jeongin and Seungmin, you shared a bucket of caramel popcorn with Seungmin while Jeongin enjoyed his butter popcorn.

"Why are we watching a horror movie?" You asked Seungmin.

"Because you like horror, right?" He asked you back.

You nodded.

You turned your head at Jeongin, who watched the movie through his half-shut eyes, "you can hold my hands if you're scared," you whispered to him, then offered your hand to him on the armrest of the seat.

He glared at you but you shot him a grin instead.

"Do not hesitate to hide on my shoulder," you teased him.

But Jeongin, fortunately, survived the horror movie with dignity still intact even though he had to close his eyes so tight when the scary scenes came on the screen.

You linked your arms with theirs and led them out of the cinema, "so, what are we having for dinner?" You asked them.

"I know a place," Seungmin quickly suggested a place.

Jeongin shot a glance at Seungmin and he quickly shot him a knowing glance back, gesturing that he knew what he was doing.

Jeongin was impressed that Seungmin chose just the right restaurant, and he saw you just as impressed with Seungmin’s choice.

"I've never been here before," you beamed as you looked around.

"I once went here to try the pasta," Seungmin answered as he slid the menu to you on the table.

You scanned the list of foods on the menu but couldn't decide on one, "why don't you recommend something for me," you said to him.

Seungmin was more than happy to do it, he smiled then looked down at the menu, explaining the foods he had here before.

Jeongin saw as both of your heads huddled close together across the table, laughing and talking, and Seungmin couldn't stop smiling.

And Jeongin took it as a cue that it was time for him to leave.

He cleared his throat and pretended to read a text on his phone, "I'm sorry, guys, but I think I have to go," he said to you and Seungmin.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "why?" You asked him.

"My mom needs me to buy her something," Jeongin answered as he took a jacket from the empty seat next to him.

"Can you do it later after dinner?" You asked.

Jeongin shook his head, "you know she wouldn't text me if it's not urgent," he explained.

"Well," you pouted, "be careful then!" You told him as he headed toward the exit.

You and Seungmin waved at him as he exited the restaurant.

When Jeongin walked out of the restaurant and watched you and Seungmin together, he felt something tugged in his chest, and it was probably because he felt like he wasn't part of the picture anymore.

But he should be happy that he paired you up with someone reliable like Seungmin and he likes you so much, plus, both of you are his good friends, he couldn't be happier.

Then again, why he was feeling the opposite?

He felt... something is not right.

And Jeongin had been walking for only God knows how long, if it wasn't for the raindrops hitting his face, he wouldn't realize it.

So he stood there, let the rain wash away his worries, and let it fall with every drop of rain until the end of his fingertips.

After a few weeks, Jeongin took it that the relationship between you and Seungmin was going well because he had seen Seungmin going out with you a few times now.

At one point, Jeongin got curious that he asked Seungmin about it but tried not to sound obvious.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin showed him a combination of outfits at him, but Jeongin shook his head, disagreed with his choice of jeans.

"I'm going to tell her today," Seungmin asked.

Jeongin stopped trailing his hands on the hanging clothes, "That's... that's great!" He half-heartedly said.

Seungmin took the jeans Jeongin had picked for him, "I'm still not sure if she likes me back, but I have a good feeling about this," he confidently stated while checking out his appearance in the mirror.

"But you went out with her several times already, shouldn't you have known by now?" Jeongin asked as he leaned his back against the wall.

"I know right? I shouldn't worry too much," Seungmin replied, even though that didn't answer Jeongin's question.

Jeongin became restless from that moment.

He regretted asking Seungmin in the first place because sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Seungmin came home earlier than he had expected, and a blank expression on his face.

Jeongin worried for him because he had never seen him like this, "are you alright? What happened?" He asked with his voice tinted with concern.

Seungmin went to the kitchen then poured himself a glass of water but didn't drink it, he just held the glass in his hand.

"I tell her everything..." Seungmin spoke so low as he tried to take a grasp of reality.

Jeongin tipped his head to the side in curiosity, "and then what happened?" He asked.

"She..." Seungmin sighed and gripped his glass tighter that his knuckles turned white.

"She just left without saying anything," he finished.

Jeongin jerked his head away in disbelief, that wasn't something you would do, because he knows how outspoken and straightforward you are as a person.

He wondered what happened to you? He got worried that he couldn't stay still, he hurriedly took his things and went to your place.

He knocked on your door a few times, "it's me," he announced.

"Can you open the door for me, please?" He pleaded.

He didn't hear anything from behind the door, but he believed you were inside, and he started to get panicked the longer you didn't open the door for him.

"I know what happened," he weakly said.

"I just want to see if you're alright,"

He knocked again a few times more for you to finally open the door.

You were crying, and he could see that from the puffy, red eyes and your hair was a mess.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You didn't say anything but headed back inside and let the door open to let him in. Jeongin followed you after closing the door behind him.

"Can you please say something?" He asked.

You stood there in the middle of the room looking out at the window, at the rain pouring outside and lightly tapping the glass.

He walked up to you, and you looked at him but didn't say anything to him.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Jeongin began as he put a hand on your arm.

"Didn't you say you know what happened?" You asked him back with such bitterness.

Jeongin sighed, but he understood your unpleasantness, "but why?" He asked you.

"Seungmin likes you so much," he said to you while searching for your eyes.

You put his hand away from you, "if you don't have anything else to say, you might as well just leave," you told him.

He sighed again and grabbed your hand by the wrist, "if you don't like him but feel bad for saying so, I can help you with it," he said.

You yanked your hand away and looked him in the eyes, "I like him," you said.

"I like him as a friend," you corrected, "especially because he's your friend,"

Jeongin nodded, "I can help you trying to-"

"And because I thought you like me," you meekly said to him.

Your eyes brimming with tears again as if those words were painful to admit.

"I always like you, Jeongin," you said to him.

"And I keep waiting, hoping that someday you'll say it to me," you muttered with tears streaming down your face, and you roughly wiped it with the back of your hand.

Jeongin's heart shrank as he looked at how vulnerable you were to him at that exact moment.

"And seeing you setting me up with someone else only means you don't like me, right?" You asked, your voice broke at the end of the sentence.

"I get it now, so can you please leave? I want to be alone," you told him as you swallowed the hot tears and wiped them away.

You walked to your bed and curled up on it, facing the window to see the rain that was somehow mimicked the tears that won't stop spilling out of your eyes.

You felt a hand on your arm and you turned your head to see Jeongin, sitting on the bed next to you and without warning, pressing his lips on you.

You pushed him away just enough, "Jeongin, what-"

He placed a kiss on your mouth again and lay beside you on the bed, pinned you down under him with a hand keeping your head still as he kissed you down.

"I like you too," he said to you with his face hovered above you.

"I like you so much that I can barely breathe," he breathlessly muttered with his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Jeongin..." you hoarsely called his name.

"I'm sorry that I kept you waiting," he said.

You held his face with your hands and brought it close to kiss him again. You opened your mouth for him to let him taste you more and let him put his weight on you to fully feel him on top of you.

You held him so close, so tight, then kissed him again on the mouth. You took his sweater off because you got the urge to feel his skin under your touch.

Jeongin couldn't ignore the strike of burning desire inside of him, and he let his hand glide down your body, admiring your curve and the softness of your skin.

With your legs hooked around his, Jeongin rubbed his growing bulge against your crotch repeatedly, seeking more friction with your body.

With your mouth latched with his, you moved your hands down to his jeans to snap open the button and unzip it without looking. After you successfully did, you slipped your hand inside to stroke his length in your hand.

He softly groaned against your mouth, he pulled the hem of your dress and impatiently put your underwear to the side to feel your wetness.

There was no excuse for him to be this haste, but he needed to be inside you, it was something that he couldn't perceive logically. The urge was just there, uncontrollable and almost primal.

Jeongin put your hand away so he could pull his jeans down enough to let his erection sprung free.

And the urge got out of control when you spread your legs out for him, "it's okay, I'm on the pill," you told him.

Jeongin teased your cunt with his fingers, milking your arousal until you got drenched in your arousal.

He positioned himself between your legs then slowly pushed his length inside while continuously groaning at how overwhelming you felt around him.

"You feel so good, oh," you breathlessly said when he fully buried inside you.

Jeongin groaned and kneeled on the bed, he pulled the cleavage of your dress down to expose your breasts.

He squeezed on the flesh and pinched on the nipples before finally starting moving against you.

And you looked at him the whole time he was fucking you, only shifted your gaze to see his cock slipping in and out of you and your eyes snapped back to him.

His jaws clenched, his mouth slightly parted open with a few low grunts slipped past, and his eyes pierced yours through his gaze.

Jeongin took a fistful of the front of your dress in his hand as leverage, then picked up the pace of his thrusts.

And you muffled your moans by pressing your lips together as he fucked you senseless, hands gripping his thighs on the bed.

Jeongin couldn't ask for a better view than this, seeing you fall apart underneath him, moaning a mix of pain and pleasure sounds, your breasts jiggling with every hard thrust he did on you.

His eyes went lower to where his cock going inside you, your tight cunt wrapped around his length so deliciously he didn't want to have it any other way.

He cursed under his breath as he thrust into you so hard it shattered you from the inside, you moaned out loud with mouth agape.

He felt you clench and sucked him in deeper, he knew you just cum around him.

And he kept going even though it was overwhelming to do so, and when he thought it couldn't get any better, a surge of immense pleasure ran through his body. He went as shallow as possible when he cum inside you, planting his seed so deep inside you with a hand that pinched the flesh of your thigh.

It felt like he just marked you down with his cum inside you.

And you looked like a beautiful mess to him as you rubbed his forearms while blissfully smiling at him.

"Did we just do that?" You asked him in disbelief.

Jeongin nodded with a faint smirk on his face.

"I think I tore your dress," he said to you when he spotted the torn fabric on the cleavage of your dress.

You lowly chuckled at him, "I can always buy a new one," you told him.

Somehow you both found it hot having sex out of impulse fully clothed like that.

He lowered himself on top of you, kissed your mouth, then kissed down your neck with his hand cupping your breast.

You held him close with your hands around his, "what about Seungmin?" You suddenly asked.

Jeongin propped an elbow against the mattress, "I'll talk it out with him," he replied.

"No, it's okay, I'll talk with him," you offered because it was between you and Seungmin in the first place.

"Were you going to keep it a secret if I didn't say anything about it?" You asked him.

Jeongin meekly nodded, "I'm afraid that I would only break our friendship," he answered.

You traced his sharp jaw with your fingertips while sadly smiling at him, relieved that there was nothing to hide from him anymore.

"No more secret," you said to him.

Except that Jeongin still has another secret inside of him, a secret that he wanted to keep a little longer because you probably wouldn't be ready for it yet.

The three words that would forever bind you with him, making you truly his.

But Jeongin nodded at your words, he swiped his big thumb over your lips before placing a tender kiss on you.

"No more secret," he repeated.

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VENUS.

Hyunjin x reader. (s,f,a)

Author's not: Happy birthday to the most beautiful boy, Hwang Hyunjin!

Adonis.

That's what comes to your mind when you see him.

Adonis as in that one mortal, who is so beautiful even, the goddess of love herself, Aphrodite, fell in love with him.

And he is so beautiful, so painfully beautiful that you can't look away. A long nose, small eyes, pointy chin, and lips as red and as luscious as the forbidden apple that entices you to take a sinful bite.

"You need a lighter?" He asks.

The neon sign above you illuminate his face with a reddish glow adds a mystical aura to his appearance.

You stand there leaning against the bricked wall with an unlit cigarette dangling between your teeth, mouth slightly parted and unable to speak.

You stifle a nod instead.

He pulls a lighter out of his jacket and flicks it on in a second until a flame forms, then light the end of your cigarette as you take a drag.

You exhale and take the cigarette off your mouth, when the smoke disappears, you see him smiling at you.

"You have beautiful hands," he says while looking at your hand with the cigarette stuck between your middle and index finger.

No one ever praises your hands before, and you never paid any attention to them either, you just think of them as hands, nothing special about them.

A group of people comes out of the back entrance and starts talking, replacing the silence with their loud chatters.

He steps close enough to stand next to you and leans close to your ear.

"Can I draw you?" He asks.

You stifle a laugh, thinking if this is what people say when they try to flirt with someone nowadays? You get skeptical if that's his intention with you, plus, the request is so strange. Why draw you? Why did he choose you of all people?

Your curiosity kicks in and tells you to say yes.

"Yeah, sure," you answered.

He takes a step away, put his hand in one of his jacket pockets, and pulls out a pen, he tugs the cap between his teeth.

He grabs your other hand, and you get startled at how cold his hand is, he holds it up with the back of your hand facing up.

He writes something on the skin, the needle of the pen is sharp, it is one of those drawing pens with a pointy end, glad you can tolerate the pain by looking at how attractive he looks with a pen cap tugged between his teeth that you can see the faint mole on under his left eye.

Once he finishes writing, he caps the pen back then lets go of your hand.

"That's the address of my studio," he says.

You look down at his writing on your skin, even his handwriting is beautiful, thin cursive letters in black ink, the curl of the letters mimics his smile.

Then there is his name at the bottom, Hyunjin.

"Come whenever you can," he adds, then shoves the pen back into the back pocket of his jeans this time.

"Okay," you replied even though you were too busy admiring his penmanship than learning his address.

"Okay," he said back to you.

He walks backward, stepping away from the glow of the neon sign with a small smile dancing on his face, "I'll see you," he says.

"See you," you muttered to him.

You watch him walk away until his figure disappears, engulfed by the dark of the night.

You toss the unfinished cigarette smoke onto the concrete floor and step on it, you don't smoke at all, you are merely using the cigarette as an excuse to get out of the stuffy club.

And you're glad you did, because who would have thought you'll meet such an attractive man.

-

A week later, after class, you are surprised to see him again, standing outside your campus building, standing with his back against the tree at the park of the campus with his hands deep in his jeans pockets.

He stands up when he spots you walking out of the entrance of the building, he doesn't hesitate to walk up to you.

"I'm sorry that I'm impatient," he begins speaking, staying a foot away from you, "but I need to know if I can draw you," he finishes.

You look around and see that everyone glances in your direction, it is either because everyone knows everyone in here, or that Hyunjin is not fitting to be considered as a law student. You look at his faded jeans and a flannel shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, he stands out but you think it's because he is gorgeous.

But your head is filled with one big question at that time:

"How do you find me?"

He licks his lips, they are in a shade of pink under the sunlight, like the color of the cherry blossom.

"It's not hard to find you," he says.

You tip your head to the side with a questioning look on your face.

You take him to one of the coffee shops near campus and buy him a cup of hot coffee, he is more excited for the napkin though, which he immediately grabs at it.

"Can I borrow your pen?" He asks.

You rummage through your bag and pull out a pen, hand it to him on the table. He uncaps the pen and starts drawing on the napkin.

Your eyes look down at his hands, at the prominent veins on the back of his hands, the slender fingers decorated with rings, a chain bracelet dangles on his slim wrist and swaying along with every stroke of the pen on the napkin.

Mesmerized by the way his hand gripped the pen and the other hand splayed on the table, you don't hear his question until he asks again.

"Pardon?" You asked him.

"You're a law student?" He asks without looking up.

His voice was soft and light, almost melodic.

"Yes," you answered.

"Are you going to be a lawyer?"

You clear your throat and shake your head to stop ogling at him, "Uhm... yes," you replied.

A small smile blooms on his face, "how sexy!"

You blink a few times, afraid to respond to his exclamation, afraid that you misheard him. Did he just say sexy?

"Fight injustice, defend helpless people, arguing in court in black suits," he continues, "That's so sexy to me," then shots you a glance before looking back down at his doodle on the napkin.

You awkwardly smile at him, still unsure how to properly respond to his indirect praise.

You quickly come up with something to say, suddenly remember why you take him for coffee.

"So, how do you find me?"

"Not that hard to find you," he replies, eyes glancing up at you for a few seconds then back onto his doodle.

"That doesn't explain a lot," you said to him.

He stops scribbling and looks up at you, "not that hard to find a beautiful girl like you,"

"Convincing!" You scoff.

It's kind of annoying how you can't easily read his intention towards you, most men are looking for someone to fool around with, but he doesn't look like one, he looks like he wanted to make a fool out of you.

He leans in again and continues scribbling on the napkin, "I met one of your friends, the one you came with to the club and asked her about you,"

Now you get it how he knows, he should have said it sooner.

"Are you afraid that I stalked you or something?"

He's way too good-looking to stalk a nobody like you, plus, you don't have an exciting life worth stalking for, to begin with.

"Because I don't have beautiful hands, they're just... hands," you said to him, then take a sip of your coffee.

He slides his drawing at you on the table then clasp his hands together on the table.

You are wrong for saying it's a doodle, a doodle is a mindless drawing you do when you're bored, but this, this is a real drawing, a drawing of your face.

The drawing would look even more beautiful on a proper sketch paper, or even better, a canvas.

"Oh wow, this is..." you trail your words, it's so good that you can't find the words to finish your sentence.

"This is so great," you finished, but great is still an understatement, it is wondrous, amazing, beyond.

He leans forward on the table, so close that you can see the tiny mole under his left eye even under the afternoon sun.

"Is that enough to make you believe that I'm an adequate artist to draw you?" he asks with one eyebrow raised.

He recognizes why you put your guard up high, that is normal to him, and that maybe his request shocked you.

You realize that you might have offended him for not trusting his skill, but it isn't about that, it's just the way he approaches you in a peculiar way that makes you alerted, put your guards up high.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way,"

"I know, it's alright. It's not the first time," he assured you with a smile.

Oh, so he did it before, you said in your head.

"Why didn't you come to my studio?"

"I lost the address," you show him the erased address he wrote on the back of your hand, but you actually saved the address in your phone but decided not to come.

He nods in acknowledgment, reclines on his seat, takes a long look at you.

"Why don't you come with me to my studio now?" He invites.

He is so bold, daring like everything he does overflows with confidence, there's no hesitancy in them.

"I can't, I have another class," you replied, reminds you to check the time if you have enough time to walk to your next time, "and by the way, I have to go,"

You gather your things from the table, and he hands you your pen back along with his drawing on the napkin, "I'll come to your studio," you promise him, then get up from your chair.

"I write the address on the napkin so you have no excuse to not come to my studio," he says as he takes the first sip of his coffee.

Gosh, he's so persistent.

"I will come to your studio," you convince him then leave for the door.

-

You keep your promise.

You come the next day on a Saturday afternoon, climbing the stairs that led to his studio because there is no elevator.

You knock on his door, it takes a moment for him to finally open the door. His hair is tied into a low bun with a few loose strands curtained his face, and he's wearing a sleeveless black top with dark jeans.

"I came," you said to him as he stands there in the doorway, looking at you with a hand holding the door open.

He shots you a smile, then steps away from the door, "come in!" He says with a hand gesture to let you into the house.

You don't expect his studio is also where he lives, and sleeps.

The spacious room is divided into two big rooms, the first half which is also the bigger half of it in the studio and a kitchenette pushed to one side of the wall near the front door and the other half is his bedroom and probably a bathroom or something, you can't look inside.

As you wait for him to get you a drink, you look around his studio, stacks of canvases on one side of the wall, a wooden table filled with art supplies, from brushes to cans of paint, and the floor is tainted with drops of paint.

You walk to the window, a large window that takes the most portion of the wall with a view that overlooks the city.

You hear the sound of a camera shutter and turn around to see him taking a picture of you with a camera.

He slowly put down the camera from covering his face, "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he says.

He puts down the camera on the table and walks up to you, holds out a can of drink at you.

You take a sip of the fruity drink that surprisingly refreshes you, "you live here," you said to him.

"I do everything here," he says back, also taking a sip of his canned drink.

"So, how are you going to draw me?" You asked him, putting down your canned drink on the nearby table and saunter to the collection of his paintings on the other side of the wall, bending down to observe each one.

You look over your shoulder, "you just need to draw my hands, right?"

"Actually," he puts down his drink and comes up to you, "I have something to ask from you,"

"What's that?"

"Is it okay if I draw you naked?" He asks you.

You chuckle at him, that's two strange requests from him already.

"Not fully naked," he quickly adds, "just half-naked,"

You lean against the shelf of his art supplies, "without buying me dinner first?" You joked.

He softly laughs and brushes his hair to the back, "it's still afternoon so I can't buy you dinner, yet,"

"That's fair!" you beamed.

He waits for your answer, crossing his arms together and eyes staring at you with his mouth slightly parted open.

You've never done this before, modeling for something especially naked, but you like the rush that comes from it.

You stare back at him and say, "okay,"

Hyunjin drags a single sofa from his bedroom and positions it on one side of the room, slightly facing the window.

He turns around and sees you unbuttoning your blouse with your back facing him, he watches as the piece of clothing slides down your arms and you place it on the sofa.

He would love to help you unclasp your bra as you reach to your back to do it yourself, but he relents and walks to take his drawing equipment.

"Do I sit here?" You asked him as you make your way to the single sofa he put in the corner of the room.

"Yes," he answers.

Hyunjin returns with a sketchbook and clutches a case filled with various drawings pencils and pens then sit on a stool just a few feet from you.

"Do you want me to do a certain pose?" You asked him, you get confused about what to do with your hands.

"Just sit comfortably," he says as he flips open his sketching book.

You decide to put your legs up and fold them on the sofa and sit facing him, "Is this okay?"

When he glances up, Hyunjin has to stop sharpening his pencil for a moment to look at you, sitting half-naked on the sofa, your skin glows under the sunlight that shines through the window.

He walks up to you and stops right in front of you, his hand reaches for your hair and puts them behind your ear, then puts the rest of your hair to the back of your shoulders, preventing it from covering your chest.

You look up through your lashes when his hand stops at the side of your face.

He holds his breath, trying to fight the urge to not touch you further, and quickly walks back to his stool.

"Just tell me if you need anything," he says.

"Sure," you affirmed.

The room gets quiet as he starts drawing that all you can hear is the strokes of his pencil against the paper and your low intake of breath as you calm yourself down.

You don't know what causes your heart to beat this fast, it is probably from the way he takes a look at you, he would look up and stare at you for a few seconds before glancing down at his eyes.

The intensity of his stares mixes with how gorgeous he looks when he's fully concentrating, is a dangerous treat.

From the strands of hair falling on his face, a crease between his eyebrows, or the way his fingers wrapped around the pencil as it dances on the paper, then there's the occasional small smiles playing on his face when he looks at you.

"Have you drawn anyone before me?" You asked him.

"Yes,"

"Did you also tell them to take their clothes off when you first met them?" You poked fun at him with a low chuckle.

Hyunjin smiles, "Not technically,"

"Why me?" You asked him, you've been wanting to ask him this since that day he visited your campus.

Hyunjin stops drawing and looks up at you, "I think you're beautiful,"

It's a cliché answer, but you give him a chance to deliver his reason to backs up his answer

"You captivate me," he adds.

"From the first time I set my eyes on you, I just know I have to draw you,"

Your heart that was beating out of its chest a few seconds ago, and just now skips a beat when you listen to his sincere answer, makes you wonder if you were as beautiful as he thinks you are.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure if I can draw you," he says as he picks up his pencil.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that I can't do justice with my drawing," he said.

"That the drawing will look much prettier than me?" You teased.

He lightly shakes his head, "it's the other way around,"

It's easy to spot someone when they're being phony, but as you keep looking at him and into his eyes, you can prove that he is not one.

You stare into each other’s eyes for a while now, communicating through the silence until the sunlight dims as the day is about to be replaced by the night.

Hyunjin puts his drawing away and walks up to you, he looks down at you for a while, and a hand reaches for something behind you.

"I think it's enough for today," he announces, then wraps your body with a blanket.

You put the blanket around your body and clutch it together, "is it done?"

"No, not yet," he replies.

He put his stool away, carries his sketchbook and drawing equipment away then heads to the kitchen, "can you stay a little longer?"

You walk up to the pile of clothes on the sofa and begin to put it on again.

"Why?" You asked without looking at him as you fumble to clasp your bra.

"I'm going to buy you dinner," he said.

You laugh at his way of keeping up his promise, "of course,"

You just don't know that Hyunjin also wanted to keep you here longer than he wanted to.

After dinner, Hyunjin opens a bottle of wine and fills two glasses with the crimson red liquid, the aphrodisiac smell wafting around the room.

You sit next to each other on the sofa, taking sips of your wine and eating fruit slices that he skillfully peeled and sliced earlier, then put it on a wooden board in a rather pleasing look.

He treats everything like a piece of art.

"How long have you been doing this?" You asked, leaning forward with a hand under your chin and prop on your knee, admiring the paintings hung on the wall across from you.

"Three years now," he replies.

"Has this always been your dream?" You asked again, put your wine glass down on the table, then turn your head at him.

Hyunjin never had this question asked to him before.

It takes him a moment to get an answer out of his head, "It's just happened," he honestly answers.

"I never thought of being one before. I just started drawing one day and I like it. And I want to keep doing it, until now!" he explains.

"Then what about tomorrow?" You half-heartedly asked.

He sees how your hand splayed on your jaw, and he gets the urge to hold your face, "to be honest, I don't know," he says.

"But that's so exciting, isn't it?"

He puts down his wine glass, "not knowing what tomorrow brings,"

You bite your ring finger between your teeth as you process his answer in your head.

He reaches for your hand on your lap, "May I?"

You nodded at him, permitting him to touch your hand.

He holds it up and observes it like your hand is a treasure that has been kept underground for centuries.

He compares your hand size with him, and you almost laugh at how his hand could engulf your hand in his, or maybe it's the alcohol you consumed that makes you loosen up around him.

Hyunjin slips his fingers in your hands next, then sighs.

"So perfect," he murmurs with his eyes looking at how perfectly his fingers fit in the spaces between your fingers.

When you think he would stop the moment he unclasps his hand from yours, he brings your hand close to his mouth, he holds it up and what he does next is unexpected.

He kisses your fingertips, one by one, with his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted open that you can feel his warm breath.

It never crosses your mind that you would feel his plush lips under your touch, and he kisses the inside of your hand next, "so beautiful," he beams with a sweet smile then place your hand on one side of his face.

He is so, so beautiful, and it hurts.

You close your eyes because he keeps drawing you in the longer you look, but then he kisses you, so softly then all at once.

You sigh because it feels like he satisfied the thirst you never knew you had, and his kisses are so sweet, intoxicating, like the wine you had earlier.

He holds your face like he wanted to do, and he regrets not doing it sooner, holds your face like you are a fragile piece of glass that could break if he holds it too hard.

"Let me have you," he breathlessly says against your lips.

You are not sure what he meant by that, whether he just wants you to satisfy his desire, or he wants to really have you.

You are sure it is the former, and for now, you are willing to give him that.

You let him hold you, kisses you deeper and harder, sucking the air out of your lungs until it burns and your head gets dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

You pull away just enough to catch a breath, and he slides his mouth down to your throat, you tilt your head up to allow him to place small kisses on the skin.

You slip your hand into his dark locks, silky and smooth, exactly like you have imagined in your head.

"Come with me," he whispers into your ear.

He withdraws himself off you, then gets up, holds out his hand out at you.

This feels like one of those moments where your choice would shape out your whole life, you look up at him, wide-eyed and slightly dazed.

You look at his face, then at his hand, tirelessly waiting for you to take it.

You take a look at his eyes once again, looking at you with a wistful gaze, then take his hand.

A hand that pulls you to step into another part of his life, a secluded one that he doesn't just share with anyone and lets you in.

His bed is unmade with the duvet making a pile on the center of it, you softly smile at him.

"This isn't part of your plan?" You joked.

"I didn't think you would really come," he responds.

You exchange a glance at him, and he grabs your hand, pulls you close against his body so he can kiss you again.

You take each other’s clothes off until there is none left to cover your body, and he impatiently roams his hands around your body along, whimpering at how soft you feel under his touch.

He tosses the duvet to the side before gently laying you down on the bed, stands there at the end of the bed just staring at your stark naked body on the white sheet of his bed, your cheeks blushing with your thighs pressed shut.

He thinks of so many things he wants to do to you, first, he wants to feel you all over. He sits next to you on the bed, a hand runs down to touch every part of your body.

He replaces his hand with his mouth next, kisses every inch of your skin with his plump, red lips and the wet marks he left on the skin, burning with desire.

You are barely functioning, you just lay there as he kisses you down and takes every searing kiss with your eyes closed while trying not to fall apart underneath him.

No man ever made you feel this way, so admired and worshipped, and the way his eyes tenderly gazing at you, makes you feel less insecure and safe.

Once he has done making a long trail of kisses, you pull his face close by his neck to kiss him, properly kiss him as you would to your lover.

He is far from being your lover, but you're willing to risk mistaking him as one, just for this moment, only for the night.

"I want to feel all of you," he says to you.

"I'm on the pill," you informed him.

And with that being said, Hyunjin let his hands roam around your body, freely and greedily, with mouths latching with yours non-stop.

His hand goes to your gushing core, tracing your folds, and lightly runs his slender fingers down your slit, wetting them with your arousal.

You sigh into his mouth when he starts circling your clit with his thumb then applies gentle pressures on it, making you arch your back to seek more friction.

With a careful move, he inserts one finger inside you, and he deems it not enough, so he adds another digit, two fingers inside you now.

You moan and let go of his kiss, eyes flicking to where his two slim fingers going in and out of you.

Hyunjin also watches how his fingers disappeared inside you, and he curls them, finding your spot to send you close to your climax.

Your hand flies to his wrist and tries to stop him but failing, quickens the pace that makes your toes curl and digs into the mattress.

"Gosh, I can feel you clenching around my fingers," he murmurs, close to your ear.

You turn your head at him and let him see how good he makes you feel.

"So beautiful moaning like that," he praises.

Your hand reaches for his arm and claws the flesh as the knowledge inside you tightens, then crashes your mouth with his to moan out loud into his mouth as you climax.

He kisses you back, open-mouthed, slobbering, and hungrily, pins you under him in a few seconds. Now that he knew how tight you feel around his fingers, he can't wait to feel you around his cock.

He teases your sensitive core from your previous orgasm with the tip of his cock, and you squirm, a few low moans slip past your mouth.

You arch your back, ready to take all of him inside you.

Hyunjin kisses you once again and keeps his eyes on you as he begins slowly pushes his length inside you.

His focus is torn between watching how his cock is buried inside you little by little or watching your face with your jaws slacked open from the immense pleasure of being filled by him.

Hyunjin lets out the most beautiful moan you ever heard, like a melodic tune when he fully bottomed out, and you pull your knees up to let him penetrate deeper and earn a loud groan from him.

"Oh, I'm going to lost it," he groans again, "you feel so good," he lowers himself on top of you, his mouth seeking solace on the crook of your neck.

After a moment of collecting himself by kissing you, he begins moving, thrusting into you, all the while his eyes bore into you and not breaking the eye contact even for a mere second.

Your breasts jiggling along to the hard thrusts of his hips against you, this is just your preferred kind of sex where two individuals are enjoying being inside each other and truly present in the moment.

He caresses your cheek, "what are you thinking?"

"Nothing," you answered because there's nothing inside your head right now but how good he feels inside you.

You put your hand on his neck and look deep into his eyes, "I can't think when you're fucking me this good,"

He smiles at you, then sink his mouth on you again, devouring your lips with his slobbering kisses as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Hyunjin cums inside you right after you cum around him, and he holds you so tight as he places a kiss on your mouth.

And he tastes so, so sweet.

-

You don't expect him to contact you after you leave him early in the morning, and it's been almost a week now, if he is indeed looking for you, he would have already.

He got what he wants, either drawing you or having sex with you, he got both, therefore, he has nothing left he wanted to do with you.

Hoping he'd come and see you again will only be a waste of time, so you let it go. He's nice, good-looking, a talented artist, and the sex was good, you put the end right there and move on.

At the end of the week, your friends force you to come with them to the club because uni has been a pain in the ass, and you cave in.

You are never good at being in a crowd, the feeling of being surrounded by people makes you uneasy, and you don't bother of using a cigarette as an excuse this time, you just get up and leave for the emergency stairs that lead you to the rooftop.

There are a few people in there, smoking and chatting, probably avoiding the crowd as well. You head to the corner and lean forward against the concrete barrier that lets you overlook the city, it feels nice when you feel the night spring air brushes your face, enveloping you in a warm invisible embrace.

"You need a lighter?" A voice asks.

You turn around to see him, standing just a few feet away with his hands deep in his jeans pockets.

"I don't smoke," you replied.

He tips his head to the side, "then that time...?"

"I needed an excuse to get out," you explained.

"Ah!" He nods repeatedly.

He walks up to you and stands next to you, looking out at the city view with its city lights like pinpricks against the dark of the night.

"I'm disappointed to find you were gone in the morning," he sadly says.

You can't ignore the fact that you did feel bad for leaving him that morning, especially remembering how you stayed there looking at him lying face down against the mess of the bed, like a fallen angel.

"I just thought that there's nothing left to see in me anymore," you honestly answered.

You hate to sugarcoat anything, if the truth is that bitter then take it like a big girl. And the truth is, there's not much he can see in you anymore, he had seen everything.

"Then why am I here looking for you?" He asks.

"Well, it took you days to finally find me," you subtly sneered.

"Because I have to finish the drawing first, so I have something to show you,"

You turn your head at him, at his beautiful face that you can't get enough of looking at, he doesn't have to invite you to make you come with him, he exceeds your expectations by appearing in front of you, therefore, you have nothing to doubt about him anymore.

"Let me see it," you said to him.

It takes only a few minutes of drive to get to his studio, and he lets you, holding the door open for you.

He leads you to the piece of drawing placed on an easel, he must have just finished it because the pencils are still scattered on the table nearby.

"Shouldn't you be closing my eyes and leading me to the surprise?" You said to him.

He snaps his head in your direction, "should I?"

You lowly chuckle, "It's too late for that,"

Your first instinct when you see the drawing is to touch it, it feels so real and alive, then when you truly see it, you wonder if it's really you, the person on the drawing.

He stands behind you, close enough you can feel heat emitted from his body.

"Why did you leave that day?" He suddenly asks as you admire his drawing.

"Were you scared?"

You withdraw your hand from the drawing, "A little," you honestly answered.

It's better to avoid something, avoid feelings and the misery that comes with it, sooner than later. You don't care about being called a coward, loser, have a commitment issue, you'd rather be the one leaving than the one who's being left.

"Would it scare you if I tell you how I really feel?" He asks as he comes in closer behind you, his chest against your back, heaving with every breath he takes.

He puts his hands on your arms and stays there, he buries his nose in your hair that you feel his warm breath on your scalp.

You hear him sigh so low, like the sound of the wind.

"When I told you to let me have you, I meant it," he says with his hands moving down to meet your hands and clasping it together with his on your sides.

"And I'm going to say it again,"

Your heartbeat quickens, out of rhythm, out of control, and you wonder how you still function when you think you're about to get a cardiac arrest.

Hyunjin puts his head next to yours and turns his head slightly to the side, mouth close to your ear.

"Let me have you," he says to you.

Your skips a beat, no, you believe it skips two beats, you died for two seconds that you grip his hands to take you back to life again

It's not a question, it's a plead, a plead tinted with desperation and hope at the same time.

Hyunjin takes your hands and crosses them in front of you, then hums with his mouth on your neck.

"Will it scares you that the moment I say yes, you cannot escape me?"

You turn your head at him and meet his face, "It'll be an honor to be stuck in your maze," he says.

He opens his mouth then captures your lips in a dazzling kiss, a kiss that knocks on your chest and breaks your heart open, a kiss that sets everything in motion.

Even though it's not the first time he does it with you, that doesn't stop him from taking his time to adore you, admiring your body, touching you, and caressing you with such loving.

He takes your hands and kisses each fingertip, ends it with a kiss inside your palm.

And you close your hands when he finished, hoping you get to keep all his kisses inside your fists.

He plants his hot mouth on your cunt, encourages you to move your hips against him as his tongue incessantly laps your gushing core.

You put your hand in his hair and gently tug at it, a little too hard when you cum on his mouth.

He settles himself beside you on the bed, kissing you with his hand fondling your breast, "have a sweet taste of you," he says against your lips.

And you get a taste yourself on his lips and how it arouses you even more that you lick the rest from around his mouth.

He pulls away just enough to leave a little space between you, "do you like the drawing?"

"You make me look so beautiful in it," you said even though it doesn't answer his question.

"That's how I see you," he says with a hand cupping your jaw. "You're so heavenly," he praises along with a peck on your lips, "so divine," he adds with a peck longer than the previous one.

It would be easy to believe his words if he isn't as beautiful as he said you are.

His beauty prevails anything and anyone you have ever laid your eyes on, it's ethereal and otherworldly.

It makes you wonder, whether he's really yours or you make it all up in your head as you stare into his two dark orbs of his eyes.

"Are you even real?" You asked him in utter disbelief.

He smiles, and instead of replying, he asks in the same, utter disbelief, "Are you really mine?"

You kiss him this time, so hard until you are convinced that it's real and that he isn't fragments of your imagination.

You believe Hyunjin put intimacy above anything, sex isn't just physical for him, it is bonding and trust, a union of not just two bodies but also two souls. You can feel it through his attentive touches, the tender gaze, the gentle kisses, and when the pleasure gets too overwhelming for him, his hand reaches for yours on the bed to clasp it with yours.

You both cum around each other at the same time with his forehead pressed on yours, and you hold him, his body goes rigid as he releases his seed inside you with eyes screwed shut.

He holds you close, not leaving even an inch of space between your bodies as you both drift to sleep with blissful smiles on your faces.

-

A hand grips your wrist when you're about to get off the bed.

"Are you leaving me again?" Hyunjin asks with eyes closed.

You softly chuckle, "You want me to pee on the bed, then?"

He sleepily smiles at you, "you have one minute to get back here,"

"Better hurry then!" You said.

He finally lets go of your hand and starts counting down from 60, slurring his words in the process.

You put on his shirt and head to the bathroom successfully return to the bed in the last four seconds.

He gleefully smiles when you get under the duvet with him again.

He kisses your lips along with a caress on your cheek, "let's get back to sleep," he says.

You wake up late to the sun is already high up in the sky as you see through the window. You slowly get up, and the duvet slides down your body, revealing your naked body underneath, and see Hyunjin sitting on a chair across from you.

"Morning," you said to him, hugging your knees on the bed.

He flashes you a scintillating smile that his eyes form into two crescent moons.

He puts his sketching book away and crawls onto the bed to kiss you on the lips, "Morning," he says back.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please," you said.

He pecks your lips once again, "I'll get you a cup,"

He returns with a mug of steaming coffee and hands it to you, which you gladly take and wrap your hands around it.

"Do you mind if I finish my drawing?"

You shake your head, "please, proceed," you said to him.

He gives you a quick peck on the lips before sitting on his chair, continuing his drawing.

You sip your coffee while watching him as he glances up at you once in a while, just like usual, there's a crease formed between his eyebrows when he is concentrating.

"Is this how are we going to spend our time together?" You asked.

"You staring at me while I'm watching you draw me,"

He shot you a smile, "is this boring to you?"

"No," you quickly denied.

He puts his sketching book away and sighs, "should we go somewhere?"

"I don't mind staying in," you said to him.

After showering together, Hyunjin takes you on a trip, somewhere he refuses to tell you until you get there. It takes an hour to get there by train, when you arrive at the station, you stop by a diner to have a quick lunch.

He takes you on a walk with him holding your hand, Hyunjin brings his camera with him, and he would stop to take a few pictures of something that interests him.

He takes you to an art gallery, the building itself is so artistic, and when you enter, you look around in awe at how pleasing everything is to the eyes.

Hyunjin leads you to a part of the gallery that hung a lot of paintings on its wall, and you already guessed what he is trying to show you.

"You take me here to brag?" You playfully said to him.

"Yeah, sort of," he replies with a smirk on his face.

You look at the series of paintings on the wall, they're painting of flowers and each painting has slightly different color hues in it, but they oddly make one beautiful gradient of colors, it looks good if they're hung separately or put together as one, either way, it's beautiful.

There's the signature of his name on the right bottom corner of the paintings.

"These are the first paintings that I ever sold," he informs.

He grabs your hand and stands next to you, looking at the paintings together in silence with the same admiration.

"Anemone," you muttered.

"How do you know?"

"My mom is a florist," you shortly replied, "I know the names of flowers by heart,"

"That explains why you look like one," he praises with a smile on his face.

His eyes catch the light and they crinkle like they hold the stars in them.

"And that's also why I never received any flowers in my life," you sadly said.

"Never?" He asks in disbelief.

You shake your head, "Never,"

"I sell them and send them for someone else," you added with a low laugh.

You get quiet to stare at the paintings again, takes a closer look, and see each of his gentle stroke on the canvas, it's amazing how all those strokes of paint can create such a beautiful piece of art.

You put your hand on the small of his back, thumb lazily rub the clothed skin, "this is so beautiful," you said to him.

You can see talent once you see it like this person was born to do this, and Hyunjin was born to be an artist.

"You are so talented," you said again.

"Thank you," he mutters then steals a kiss on your lips.

Finished looking around the gallery, Hyunjin takes you to a bakery shop and buys you a bag of donuts with icing sugar on it.

You take a big bite since the lunch you had was hours ago, the white of the powdered sugar stuck to your lips and around your mouth.

Hyunjin laughs at you but stops you from wiping the mess with your hand.

"Let me do it for you," he says, then kisses you, collecting the powdered sugar with his lips, tongue faintly licks in between.

He finishes with a sweet kiss on your lips, "there you go,"

You take another bite and intentionally make a mess on your lips again.

But Hyunjin only laughs and hands you a stack of tissues this time.

You take a stroll around the city and go to the hill where you can see the view of the sunset over the city, in which Hyunjin cannot stop taking pictures with his camera and sneakily take your pictures without you knowing.

You have dinner at a restaurant near the train station and eventually, fall asleep on Hyunjin’s shoulder on the train back home.

He wakes you up when you arrive and let you rest for a bit more in the taxi, holds you by putting an arm around your shoulder, "you must be tired, mmh?"

You don't answer but nestle your head on the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth even though you're not feeling cold.

He takes your hand on your lap and intertwines it with his, "we'll be home soon," he mutters with a kiss on the top of your head.

Once you get back in his studio, you are fully awake and decide to take a warm shower to wash the day away, Hyunjin joins a while later and helps you wash up your body from the suds.

"Can I borrow your clothes?" You asked him as you dry yourself with a towel.

His hand reaches to untie your bathrobe, "Actually, I want to have you naked on the bed," he says.

He pulls you to sit on his lap with him only in a towel, his dark hair wet and drops of water dripping from its ends.

"Is it okay with you?" He asks you as he pulls you close to hold you, putting his arms around your body.

He parts your bathrobe open and lays a hand flat on your sternum, "I need to feel all of you, skin to skin," he says to your face.

This is the kind of intimacy you never experienced before yet he makes you feel comfortable doing it, moreover, you like having his hands on you, comforting you with his touches.

"Okay," you replied to him.

Hyunjin also takes his towel off before joining you on the bed, he doesn't waste time putting his hands on you, touching you with such care, and kissing your skin.

Knowing that you had a well-spent day makes you happy inside and out, makes you feel content and oddly at peace like you're right where you wanted to be.

You fall asleep carrying those feelings with you.

In the middle of the night, you feel Hyunjin’s hands tighten around you, and you turn your head to meet his, "I want to be inside you," he says.

You kiss him on the mouth to let him know he got your permission.

His hand goes to palm your sex until it's wet enough for him to penetrate you, he lifts one of your legs on the bed then slowly pushes his length inside you from behind.

Even with your head party fogged with sleep, you can't ignore the pleasure of being filled by him.

Hyunjin rubs your abdomen as he keeps pushing his cock so deep inside you and lets out a low groan so close to your ear when he fully bottomed out.

He kisses your neck and jaw, "you feel so good, love," he murmurs into your ear.

He does nothing but goes back to sleep with his cock buried inside you.

Hyunjin catches you again trying to leave in the morning, "you need to stop this habit," he mumbles with eyes closed.

"I didn't mean to sneak out but I need to go," you explained, "I have class today,"

"But it's still," he pauses to glance at the clock on the bedside table, "It's 6 am,"

"I have to stop by my place and change my clothes," you reminded him that you haven't changed your clothes in two days.

"Wear my clothes," he offers.

You softly chuckle as if his clothes wouldn't engulf you whole, "I'll be back here after class, okay?" you said to him.

He stays on the bed with a hand prop against the mattress, you can see that he's not willing to let you go.

"Get back soon, okay?" He says to you then kisses the inside of your hand.

"I will," you come to hover above him, cup his face to place a kiss on his plush lips

"Bye," you said as soon as you let go of the kiss.

-

When you're away from him, you feel like you're going back to reality, back to your boring, strenuous, dull life, and your assignments are piling up, waiting for you to start working on them.

And Hyunjin always needs you around, even though most of the time you spend with him is watching him drawing or painting, and once in a while, he would come up to you for some cuddles and kisses.

You also learn that he is always late for his meals, oftentimes, you have to stop him from working on his art and tell him to eat, you are more than happy to take care of him, but only as far as he lets you.

He's a grown-up after all, and you are not obligated to raise him cause you're not his mother.

And then it becomes a habit, being with him.

A dangerous yet delightful habit.

You feel like a fish out of the water when you're not with him, and you're aware of how wrong that sounds.

You realize that you took part in creating this, but you can't help it, you just want to gravitate towards him, revolves around him as much as he treats you like you are his sun.

There are also times when you just can't help it, you just get this sudden urge to meet him that your feet unconsciously lead you there without you intended to.

Once he opens the door of the studio, you throw yourself at him.

"Why aren't you in class?" He asks as he wraps you around him.

"My class got canceled," you answered.

You look up at his beautiful face that endlessly fascinates you and kiss him, letting him know that you come here for him and that you want him to touch you, kiss you, and more.

You steer his body to the sofa until he plops down onto the sofa, then sits on his lap, straddling him.

Sensing that you are being needy, he smiles at you with his hands holding your face, "tell me what you want," he says.

He kisses you so softly, wet and warm on your lips, "what do you want me to do to you?"

He takes your hand and does what he likes to do with your hands, kisses the fingertips.

"You want me to take care of you?"

His lips graze your hand that he holds close to his mouth as he speaks.

You place a kiss on his lips, a long, dizzying kiss that takes your breath away, then sighs into his mouth.

"I want to have you my way," you said to him.

He moves his hands down to grab you by the waist, "I'm all yours," he said with his eyes looking into yours.

Hyunjin has successfully made a fool out of you, you can't think of anything else when you're with him, but him, he makes you crave his presence in your life, he makes you addicted to his touches and kisses, and without all that, you feel like living while holding your breath.

His existence in your life has come to a great extent, it's paramount.

He looks up at you, watching your face with your jaws slacked open and breathless moans spilling out of your mouth.

Hyunjin’s eyes lower to where your cunt slides up and down his cock then snaps his eyes back up to where your hand kneading your breast that invites him to touch the other one.

"So beautiful, my love," he murmurs at you.

You look down at him and flash him a dreamy smile, lowering your mouth on his again with your hands on his shoulders as you keep moving against him.

Hyunjin drags his mouth down to your neck, making a trail of slobbering wet kisses down your chest until your breasts are right in front of him.

He takes them into his mouth in turns, sucking on the flesh and using his tongue to swirl around your nipples, making them hard and wet.

You can't decide which one is more arousing, you fucking him in the middle of the day or his eyes locked on how your cunt taking his cock with his hands steadily keeping your skirt scrunched up around your waist.

"Hmm yes, love," he coo, "so good,"

With his sweet praises echoing in the quiet room, you pick up the pace, bouncing on him harder and faster, with him putting his hands on your waist, preventing you from falling as you move at a sloppy pace.

"So close, I know you're so close," he breathlessly says.

Sweet nothings spilling out of his mouth as a way to encourage you to keep moving.

"The way you clench around me," he murmurs, "you're going to make a mess out of me,"

You bury your head into his neck and sink your mouth onto the skin, muffle your moans as you climax, cumming around him but keep the motions of your hips going, to ride out your high.

He holds you close and kisses the side of your face, "you're so beautiful," he whispers into your ear, "so beautiful cumming around me like that,"

You kiss him passionately and slowly grind on him to give him a chance to cum inside you, intentionally clenching around him.

Hyunjin smirks as he catches on to your intention, his hands firmly grip your waist to move you against him again to the pace he prefers.

You don't care about having crescent marks on your flesh, you are too fucked out to worry about such things.

Hyunjin bucks his hips from under you and eventually, earn his high and cumming inside you.

He pulls you by your neck to kiss you, open-mouthed and slobbering wet.

You glance down at the clock on the wall and notice you only have less than a half-hour to get to your next class.

You place a haste kiss on his lips, "I have to go," you said to him.

You quickly kiss him again to prevent him from complaining, then carefully pull out of him, you gasp at the sudden hollowness inside you but feel so full at the same time.

Hyunjin’s jaws slack open seeing the white of his cum dripping down your thigh, and you put your underwear back on without wiping the mess first.

You pick up the rest of your clothes on the floor and put it on, all the while Hyunjin watches you while sitting naked on the sofa with his cock wet and softened at the dissipating pleasure.

"Did you just use me?" He jokes as he pulls his jeans back up and zips them close.

You shrug as you button your shirt, "Maybe," you playfully replied. You frantically gather your things around the room and put your shoes on, "I'll be back later," you said to him.

Hyunjin gets up from the sofa to get a kiss from you before letting you leave again, he so badly wants to make you stay and perhaps go for another round.

For the rest of the day, Hyunjin smirks with his mouth slightly parted open for every time he remembers how you walk around with his cum inside you.

-

Hyunjin cannot stop drawing you.

And yes, the first time he met you, he thought you have beautiful hands, but that was before he saw the rest of your body before he could put his own hands on your body and touch your skin, how soft it feels under his touch.

Before he saw the shape of your body against the white bed sheet, the way your waist dipped, how your toes are smaller than his and curls when he touches you the right way, the noises you make, and the curve of your smile that resembles a bright crescent moon.

He believes you are made of lovely, heavenly things only.

When you wake up from the bed with the sun shining down on your naked body, he feels like he is in one of those moments where life imitates art.

Your long hair tousled and fell on your shoulders, a few strands covering your chest, the white duvet pooling around you resembles the foam that gave birth to Aphrodite, and you are a goddess to him, for you always mesmerizing him in so many ways.

Botticelli's The Birth of Venus comes to life right before his eyes.

He has done countless drawings of you but none close enough to depict how beautiful you are to him, and he probably will never be able to.

These past few weeks have been anything he truly wanted from sharing a life with someone.

He likes that you rarely talk, but once you do, it always overflows with charms and warmth, he likes sharing the silence with you but still being able to communicate by body gestures and simple touches.

Sometimes he needs to be alone, in his own space and stuck in his head to stimulate the creativity in him for him to be able to start painting or drawing, and most of the time, he needs your intervention, to reel him back to reality and comfort him.

You understand all of these needs of him without him needing to say a word.

And he thinks he is so lucky to find someone like you!

Knowing that he gets so protective of you and wants to have you just for himself.

This morning, you come up to him and hug him from the back, peppering his shoulder with sweet, gentle kisses.

"I'm going to meet some friends for lunch," you said to him.

He doesn't reply but continues working open a can of paint.

"Will you come with me?" You ask him, putting your chin on his shoulder with your hands around his waist.

"But it's okay if you don't want to," you said again even though he's not responding to any of your words.

Hyunjin can get too sensitive sometimes, and he refrains from saying things, not before he filters it through his mind first to avoid saying things he didn't mean.

"I can't," he finally replies, "I have to start on the new painting,"

You place a soft kiss on his neck with your hands feeling the firm abs under the fabric of his t-shirt, "alright then, I'll just go by myself," you said.

You move your hand to his chin and angle it towards you to kiss him on the lips.

"I'll come back soon," You promised him.

He kisses you back for a brief moment to finally let you leave for the bathroom to shower.

You put Hyunjin’s shirt that you wore to bed into the laundry basket, then turn on the water, test the temperature by holding out a hand under the shower.

You get startled when you hear someone pull open the shower curtain with so much force, and turns out, it's Hyunjin.

And before you can say anything, he splashes you with a can of yellow paint, and it gets all over you, the paint dribbling down your body.

"What is wrong with you?" You snapped at him.

He doesn't say anything but takes off his t-shirt then gets in the shower with you, he picks up another can of paint and splashes himself with it, paints his body blue.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked again with your hands held up in the air, still slightly shocked at what he had just done to you and himself.

"I won't let you leave until we both turn these paints green," he answers.

You sigh and glare at him, slightly upset, but when his hand reaches for your cheek, smearing the blue of his paint on you, you soften almost immediately.

"You can just tell me you don't want me to go," you grumbled at him as he pins you to the tiled wall.

He gently kisses your lips for a few seconds and pulls away, eyes staring into yours, "where's the fun in that?"

He pushes his body against yours, mixing the paints through your bodies and hands, mouths constantly latching onto each other.

His hands make handprints on your body as well as marking it with his mouth as he is nipping at your neck, sucking on the flesh until reddish marks bloom on your skin.

He puts you under the shower and washes your bodies together with the warm water, he triumphantly smiles seeing all the marks he made on your skin when paint washes down, the base of the tub filled with green-hued water swirling down the drain.

He continues by taking you to bed, where he makes love to you so sweetly under the afternoon sun.

Hyunjin usually indulges himself by keeping eye contact during sex, but this time, he flips you over on the bed then hurriedly runs his hand down your spine, admiring how beautiful you look from the back.

He fingers you from the back, shoves his long thumb into your hole with his mouth incessantly kissing the skin on your back.

With the pillow underneath your head, you grip the pillowcase in your hand when he replaces his finger with his cock, and you moan at how good it feels to be filled by him.

He doesn't necessarily have to move to feel the pleasure, just having his cock inside you is enough for him, well, until you clench around him.

That, he cannot control, and his body reacts on its own.

He begins moving to eventually reach your sweet releases together with his body on top of you and hands laced together on the mattress.

He turns you over on the bed and lets you face him with his face only inches away from your face, then slowly presses a kiss on your lips ever so softly.

He rubs your cheek with the back of his hand and looks into your eyes, "I love you," he mutters to you.

You put a hand on his face, "I love you," you muttered back even if it scares you, the way he loves you.

There are two reasons why it scares you: First, you're afraid you can't love him back as much, the other reason, and what scares you the most is that he will tire himself out one day if he keeps on loving you this much, with such intensity, almost obsessive even.

You can only imagine the unbearable pain that comes with it, and you hope you will never get to experience that.

-

The next day starts with him touching you, drawing you close against him on the bed, spooning you, and peppering your neck with small kisses.

A hand on your stomach slowly inches closer to your breast to eventually cups it in his hand, kneading on the flesh with his fingers playing with your hardening bud.

You turn your head to the side to meet his, with your sleepy eyes, you capture his mouth in yours, your hand reach down his body and easily find his semi-hard cock behind you.

He pinches your nipple with his finger so hard, making you yelp against his mouth, and he smirks in return.

You grumble and break the kiss, but he likes you sulking adorably like that, he does the same thing to the other nipple to earn the same reaction from you.

"Hyunjin," you grumbled again.

He laughs on the nape of your neck, "who tells you to be this beautiful, mmh?" He asks with a hand cupping your breast and softly squeezing on it.

Hyunjin can't have enough, lifts one of your legs like he usually does, then pushes his length inside you, painstakingly slow and making you feel every inch of his girth entering you.

You take his hand and put his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them as he keeps pushing the remaining of his length inside you.

He grabs a handful of your ass cheek in his hand when finally bottomed out, softly groaning close to your ear, then presses a kiss on the skin behind your ear.

"Always taking me so well," he cooed at you.

He slowly thrusts into you with a hand rubbing the back of your thigh, keeping it lifted on the bed to penetrate deeper.

"We can't stay in today," he suddenly informs.

You pull his fingers out of your mouth with a sigh, "huh? Why?"

"I got invited to this thing,"

You turn your head at him and bring his face close to kiss him, "you want me to come with you?"

"Of course," he shortly replies.

He kisses you again with a hum against your lips, "I want to show you off to everyone," he says.

You chuckle at his answer, "I'm not an object,"

"I know," he says, "but I want to let everyone know that I have the most beautiful lover,"

Because the word girlfriend sounds obnoxious to him, and he's romantic like that.

You smile at his praise and feel a knot tighten inside you.

Hyunjin groans against your lips, "You just clenched around me, love,"

"You like it when I praise you like that, mmh?" He asked you.

You don't reply but sheepishly smile at him, pulling him for another lingering kiss.

"I happen to have a lot of praises for you," he playfully remarked.

"Where should I start?" He sighs and considers his options.

He clicks his tongue in defeat, "Uhm... every part of you is beautiful," he praises.

You catch his chin between your thumb and index finger, "stop saying such cheesy things early in the morning," you complained, then kiss him.

He takes you to an art exhibition of one of his friends, in which he introduces you and to other people he is well-acquainted with.

His friend takes him to introduce him to someone, "will you be okay alone?" He asked you.

"Of course. I'll wait here," you tell him.

You take the opportunity to walk around and see the art installations, see some paintings, and see his painting that hung against the blue painted wall.

"So, you're his new muse?" A voice says.

You turned your head at the source of the voice and see someone holding a glass of wine in her hand while looking at the same painting with you.

"Excuse me?" You said, just in case she was talking to someone else, despite you're the only one close enough to hear it.

She turns her head at you, "what did he tell you when he first met you?"

You don't say anything but carefully observe her in silence, a tall beautiful woman with dark hair, she is wearing a flattering dress that accentuates her body shape.

"When he first met me, he said I have the most beautiful eyes," she adds,

"I'm sorry?" You asked again, completely fazed by her remark.

"I saw you coming with Hyunjin, so I assume you're together," she finally explained.

You stifle a nod, "yes, we're together"

And she snickers, "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, "it's just that I never thought he would be having a girlfriend again,"

You turn to face her, confronting whatever she is trying to say or do to you, "And you are?"

"You can say that I'm his former muse," she answered.

"Oh, so you're trying to make me jealous?" You bite back at her.

"Jealous?" She asked in disbelief.

"I've been with him before you. Why would I be jealous?"

You tip your head to the side, fully confused with what she is trying to tell you, "what are you trying to say, really?"

She sighs and holds her wine glass down, "I'm trying to tell you that he's not an easy man to be with," she answered.

"Once he's done with you, he'll search for a new muse,"

You scoff at her remark, "Why would I believe you?"

"You're tough," she sneers, but it is not time to praise you.

"But be prepared to bleed,"

She takes a sip of her wine then says, "just saying," before leaving you there alone.

No matter how much you try to shrug her words away, the harder it gets to shake them off. You flinch when Hyunjin returns by looping his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"Did I surprise you?" He asks.

You sigh with the warmth of his body enveloping you, "Nothing, I was so immersed in your painting," you told him, slightly lying to mask your insecurities.

He puts his other arm around you, holding you from the back with his chin on the top of your head, "what do you think?"

"It's beautiful," you answered.

"Just like you," he adds, then kisses the top of your head.

The funny thing is the longer you look into his painting, the sadder you get.

You hold on to his hands to soothe you down, to ward away the fear crippling inside of you, and try your hardest to convince yourself that everything is alright and going to stay like that.

He holds you so tight at night, knowing that you wouldn't be able to stay with him for the rest of the week since you'll be having your exams.

The timing comes at the perfect time because he too has a deadline to finish his paintings for his next exhibition.

His touches that always work to lull you to sleep seem to lose their magic that night.

He senses that you're unusually restless that he places kisses on your bare shoulder while rubbing your abdomen with his big hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You softly sigh and put your hand in his, "I just can't sleep. Maybe the pre-exam stress?" you playfully remarked.

"There's no use to stress about things that haven't happened yet," he said, "you end up stressing about them twice,"

And he is right, there's no benefit in fussing about things that haven't happened yet and probably will never happen, you end up manifesting those awful things, and you don't want that.

"You'll do great," he assures you along with a kiss on your cheek.

There's nothing sexual in his kiss, but somehow it's more sensual than the sex itself, maybe it's the sincerity in it, the words that came before it, and the assurance he gives to you.

You feel so loved and safe, you get so convinced that everything is going to be alright.

You turn around to face him on the bed and look at his beautiful face, radiant even in the dark of his room, you realize that all you need to do is focus on things that matter to you, him.

"You'll do great as well," you told him.

"You're going to finish all those paintings," you added with a finger tracing his narrowed jaw.

"And you're going to do great on your exams," he says back with a smile.

You kiss him with your heart overflowing with gratitude for him, then bury your head in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat to finally fall asleep in his embrace.

-

It had been days you'd been away from each other.

On one side, you're happy you get to have a little space for yourself, but on the other hand, you're afraid that the space you put yourself in will only drive you further away from each other.

Added with the fact that the words from his former girlfriend lingering in the back of your head like a broken record.

You went to his studio right after you were done with the final day of the exam, unlocking his door with the passcode he gave you, then get inside to find him talking to a guy you had never seen before.

You stay in the distance since they're engaging in a serious talk, you catch parts of their conversations, something about his paintings, the exhibition, it seems like this guy wants Hyunjin to finish his paintings before the deadline.

Hyunjin spots you lingering in the kitchen and tells you to come, you obey and walk up to him.

"This is my agent," he introduces you to the guy.

You shake his big, meaty hand and introduce yourself.

After a moment of some light talks, he leaves with Hyunjin sending him on his way.

You wait in the middle of his painting studio to see his unfinished painting on the easel, you touch the visible stroke of his paintbrush on it and feel the roughness of it under your fingertips.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't pick you up at the campus," he says to you as he closes the door behind him.

You turn on your heels to face him, "it's okay, I'm just glad the exams are over," you sigh.

Hyunjin stops on his way and takes steps backward, "wait, I have something for you," he says.

He goes to the fridge and pulls out a bouquet of flowers, smiling while carrying it to you.

"I bought it this morning, and I'm afraid it would wither so I keep it in the fridge," he explains, then hands it to you.

You look down at the red roses, as red as the blood that rushes to your cheeks, making you blush, then looks up at him to flash him a smile.

You can't explain why but you feel a burst of mixed feelings brewing inside of you.

"You said you never received flowers before, and I want to be the first to do that," he says.

Your eyes start brimming with tears, you believe it is caused by the mounting stress and the fears of losing him finally getting the best of you, and with him showing his love like this melts your misery away in an instant.

"Why are you crying?" He asks you with his fingers lifting your chin so he can look at you.

You shake your head, "thank you," you muttered, "I love this,"

He brightly smiles then pulls you into a hug, "you must have been so stressed,"

He pets your head endearingly while you close your eyes with one side of your face resting against his chest.

"What about we take a bath together, mmh?" He suggests.

You look up at him and sniffle, "I'd love that,"

He kisses your forehead, "Okay, I'll have the bath ready for us,"

Hyunjin fills the bathtub with a bubble bath with calming scent in it, he gets in first then helps you get in after.

He holds you with a hand across your chest, splashing your skin with the warm bathwater, and softly washes your body with his attentive hands.

He rubs your thighs under the water, gently kneading on the flesh, glides his hands along your sides to your chest, a hand angles your head to plant a kiss on you.

"Feel better now?" He asks.

"So much better," you answered with a dreamy sigh.

You get so sleepy after the bath and perhaps it is because all the pressures has been lifted off of you.

You lay on the bed facing each other with Hyunjin caressing the side of your face affectionately while looking into your half-shut eyes.

"Your eyes are barely open," he says.

"I'm so sleepy," you mumbled.

He softly chuckles, "go to sleep then,"

You sleepily smile then place a quick peck on his lips, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, love," he murmurs back, then takes your hand in his, bringing it close to his mouth to do that thing where he kisses your fingertips.

You think you dreamed it, but when you wake up in the middle of the night, Hyunjin is nowhere on the bed next to you.

You sit up on the bed, from the bedroom door that he left ajar, you see the sliver of his silhouette in the studio working on his painting.

It crosses your mind to walk up to him and accompany him as he paints, but you realize you can't do much, you might be a nuisance for being there.

You lay back down on the bed and sleep.

-

Hyunjin takes his art seriously.

It's his body and soul.

When you see his paintings, you'll see how much he put himself in them, like he puts a piece of himself in each of his paintings.

That's how much it means to him.

That's also why he gets sensitive when he's working.

You try not to disturb him when he's in element, not even when you see he hasn't eaten his lunch yet. You still check on him once in a while, replace his empty bottle of water with a new one and remind him to eat his meals.

You have been going to bed alone for the past few days, and when you see his sketchbook on the desk, it has been left untouched.

You take a look to see the drawings he made of you, you flip the page to see the drawing of your hands, your feet peeking out from under the blanket, the one where you're sleeping on the pillow, and you realize he had drawn you so many times without you noticing.

Even though you have to go to sleep alone to bed for these past few days, you feel his warmth from the drawing he had done of you.

What you're worried about is the fact that he's getting less sleep every night.

But turns out, that should be the least of your worries.

Because the next day after you're back from campus, he is gone.

He left his phone in his bedroom, no notes, he is just gone. You cheer yourself up by thinking maybe he takes a walk or goes somewhere to clear his head, you wait until evening comes by pacing around his studio.

You fall asleep around midnight, curling up on the bed clutching your phone just in case he tries to contact you.

You wake up at dawn and hear the rustles from the studio, find Hyunjin is working on his painting, you sigh in relief and almost cry because of it.

You come up to him and hug him from the back, you don't care if this will irritate him.

Hyunjin does the opposite, he puts his hands on yours and sighs, "I'm sorry for leaving without telling you,"

You rest your head against his back with your eyes closed, "I've been waiting for you," you sadly said.

"I need to clear my head," he explains.

You nod repeatedly, "can we go to bed now, please?" You pleaded.

Truthfully, you hate being a needy, clingy partner, but you really need to be held by him, you miss his touches, his warmth, to put it simply, you need his presence around you.

"Okay," he agreed.

You take his clothes off for him in which he eventually takes them off himself, it's the rule that he made himself to always come to bed naked.

You get on the bed and wait for him to join you under the duvet, you don't waste time laying yourself so close to him, feeling his smooth skin against yours and sharing some warmth.

You overlap his body with yours to kiss him, placing kisses on his body like he would do to you as a way to comfort him.

You climb on top of him then put your legs on each side of his then sit up to straddle him on the bed.

You grind on him, making yourself wet, then take his hands and put them on your body, kneading your breasts along with his hands.

When you're wet enough to take him, you get up just enough to position his cock under you, align it with your hole, then slowly ease yourself down around him.

You let out a breathless gasp when he's fully inside you, you tilt your head upward.

"This is my happy place," you hummed with a blissful smile on your face.

Hyunjin can't find you more alluring than this, truly enjoying having him inside you, and he also can't deny how much he misses being inside you, your velvety walls wrapped around him, tight and warm.

You lay down on top of him, kissing him hungrily on the mouth, savoring his plush red lips like there's no tomorrow.

"I feel so much better," he sighs with a dreamy smile, "this is exactly what I need,"

He then holds you close and lays his hands flat on the small of your back, rubbing your skin up and down your sides and his mouth placing fluttering kisses on your face.

"You're what I need," he adds.

You smile at him, then nestle your head in his neck, glad that he's back to the Hyunjin who passionately loves you, and loves you still.

And when you think things are back to their right places, you are wrong.

The disappearing, the going somewhere without telling you, and leaving his phone at home getting more frequent as the deadline of his paintings nearing in, it has happened for a few times now that it worries you.

He still has one painting left to do, yet his canvas is still blank, pristine white with no speck of paint on it.

You sigh, understand that he must be having an art block, that's why he needs to get out of the studio, to refresh his mind and get inspired to paint again.

He'll come home late at night, continue painting until he gets tired, then sleep, collapsing next to you on the bed.

No kiss goodnight, no fluttering little touches that he usually does to send you to sleep, he just lays down, closes his eyes, then sleeps.

A part of you is glad that he finally finished his last painting, but the other part of you got sad seeing him working so hard, exhausted and worn out.

You let him get more sleep when you wake up in the morning, get to the kitchen to make breakfast, and brew some coffee.

You notice his bag on the kitchen island with his things spilling out of it, pens, pencils, and books cluttering around.

You place them back inside the bag, then take his book out to see what he's writing in it.

Of course, he doesn't write, he draws on it, from flowers, ducks swimming on the pond, a tree, a building, then a pair of hands in which you guess is yours, then an unfinished drawing of a face.

"You didn't wake me up," he says from the doorway of the bedroom.

You snap your head up and quickly shove his book back inside his bag, "you need to get more sleep," you told him.

"I can't. I have to meet my agent today," he says, then walks up to you in the kitchen.

"Do you want me to go with you?" You offered.

"No," he shortly replies.

You can't hide your disappointment, whether at his quick reply or that he doesn't want you to come with him.

"It'll be a boring meeting, and I won't be long," he explains with a hand cupping your cheek.

You nod at him, understand that maybe the reason why he doesn't want you to come along is that perhaps it's strictly business.

"I'll cook breakfast," you told him with a small smile at him.

He pecks your lips, "thank you, love,"

Hyunjin always keeps his words, but when you glance at the clock and it's past dinner time, and the dinner you have prepared for you two has gone cold that you reheat again to eat it on the dining table alone.

Hyunjin comes home when you're about to tuck in for the night, he barges into the bedroom and collapses onto the bed. He crawls on the bed to hug you, burying his head in your neck, then kisses your cheek.

You catch a hint of alcohol in his breath, "you've been drinking, huh?"

Hyunjin pulls away then lays on the bed next to you, "my agent insists on taking me for some drinks and I couldn't say no," he explains.

Hyunjin starts unbuttoning his shirt but failing since he's slightly drunk that his cheeks redden from the alcohol.

You shift on the bed to help him unbutton it and even lift his body to take the shirt off.

"You said you won't be long," you meekly said.

Once again, you hate being sounded like a clingy girlfriend but the disappearing and the didn't keep his words have pushed all the wrong buttons in you.

Hyunjin let out a long sigh, "the meeting took hours, and I-"

He sighs again, then turns over, lying facing down on the bed, "Actually, can we continue the talk tomorrow? I'm so tired," he says.

You slouch down the bed and lie on your side with your back facing him, wide-eyed and can't sleep, you get off the bed and head to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of water, and gulp it at once.

You see his bag on the kitchen island, you get curious and open his bag to see what he has drawn in his book today, at least, to get a clue on what's inside his head.

You flip to the page to the last drawing he did on it and see a drawing of someone, someone so beautiful with doe eyes and button nose then you flip to the previous page, it's the same drawing of the same person from the side, and you flip again, still the same person and it's the unfinished drawing that you had seen a few days ago.

The fear starts creeping up inside you again as his ex-girlfriend's words are becoming true.

What if you are just his muse?

That you are a person he uses to evoke inspirations in him, and soon you'll be replaced once you're not doing it for him anymore.

You drag yourself back to bed and lay down on the bed next to him with uneasy thoughts running through your head and making you stare at the dark of the room for don't know how long.

You feel a hand around your waist and drags you closer to him, he presses a kiss on your neck.

"Why are you wearing clothes to bed, love?" he mumbles to you.

You start unbuttoning the shirt that you're wearing and hang it on the headboard of the bed, settling yourself down next to him again.

He immediately pulls you close on the bed, kisses your bare chest, then rests his head on the skin between your breasts.

"My love," he sighs.

He takes your hand and puts it in his hair, "I miss having your hand in my hair,"

You comply with his request, softly combing his silky hair with your fingers like you always do when you cuddle him.

But even though he is lying close to you, it's not enough to calm the fear inside you, wild and uncontrollable like a raging storm.

-

"You're so quiet," Hyunjin says as he lays next to you on the bed with a finger tracing the round of your cheek.

"I'm okay," you assured him with a lazy smile on your face.

While in fact, you are not okay.

You have been living your days holding your breath, and you can feel your heart shrink the longer you keep it that way.

You retreat from talking since his exhibition is coming soon and he has a lot going on in his mind already.

"Should we go somewhere?" He asks.

You shake your head.

"How about I cook you something?" He offers.

You hold his hand on the bed.

"Is there anything you want to eat, love?" He asks again along with a caress on your head.

You don't reply but look at him looking at you back into your eyes and close your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your lips.

"I hate seeing you like this," he sadly says.

You feel bad for making him sad because of you, "I crave something sweet," you weakly said to him.

A smile blooms on his face, bright like a sunrise.

Hyunjin makes pancakes and stacks them on a plate, putting a big dollop of whipped cream on it with strawberry slices on top.

He puts a hand on your head then kisses the top of your head.

"Eat well, my love," he says to you as he places the plate in front of you on the dining table.

He watches as you shove a forkful of pancake into your mouth and quickly wipes the cream on the corner of your mouth with his thumb, "is it good?"

You nod with giddiness with a wide smile on your face, then take another forkful and feed it to him, which he gladly eat.

Hyunjin glances at the clock on the wall and sighs, "I have to go," he announces.

"You finish the pancakes, okay?" He kisses your cheek and gets up from the chair.

Once Hyunjin leaves, it's only time until the fear eats you up from the inside again.

On the day of his exhibition, you promised to meet him at the gallery instead of going together since you have to finish some of your college assignments first.

You clutch your purse anxiously when you step inside the gallery, holding your breath as you walk until you find him among the crowd.

He's radiance, almost blinding.

He smiles the moment he notices you coming his way he walks up to you to meet you in the middle.

He grabs your hand, "You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

You've heard him calling you beautiful so many times, and each time never fails to make your heart flips, "thank you!"

He kisses your lips hastily, and you quickly wipe the stain of your lipstick on his lips with your thumb.

"Congratulations!" You greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Thank you," he mutters and when he is about to plant another kiss, someone calls out for him from across the room.

"It's okay, you go," you told him.

"I'll get back to you, okay?"

You nod and watch as he walks to a group of people in one corner of the room.

You decide to get a drink from the table that serves a selection of snacks and drinks, take a glass of drink, and carry it in your hand as you walk to see his paintings.

You are surprised to see a painting of your hands made it to his exhibition, but as you look closer there's a faint mole on the back of the hand.

You look down at your hand in reflex to check if you really do have a mole but can't find any.

Someone accidentally bumps into you as you make your way to the next painting, making you spill all of your drink on your white dress.

"I am so sorry," the girl said.

You look down at your dress and see the big wet patch on the side of your dress, it's ruined but you can't do anything about it.

"It's okay," you meekly said without looking up at her.

You see the red high heels she's wearing since you keep looking down to avoid getting embarrassed with your dress ruined by the wine.

You quickly leave for the restroom to fix whatever you can with the dress, wiping it dry with tissue and the hand dryer, but they can only do much.

You walk back into the gallery and head to Hyunjin to see if you can borrow his jacket or something, but find him talking to a girl.

From the red shoes you spotted earlier, she's the girl who bumped into your earlier. You keep walking but slowing down as the girl slowly turns around on her heels to finally reveal herself to you.

She's her.

She is that person Hyunjin drew on his book.

Then the mole on the back of her hand.

And she is just as beautiful as his drawing, so beautiful that you feel so self-conscious about your appearance.

You walk backward and eventually make your way out of the gallery, keep on walking and walking until you don't know how you get there.

You take a taxi home, back to your place, and curl up on the bed, a crying mess in the dark of your room.

You see your reflection on the mirror across you, you lying on your side with tears in your eyes, and in a time like this, you regret opening your heart, let it be hurt.

You've been loving him at full speed, and now you're forced to abruptly stop. Can you imagine how fatal the crash would be?

Your heart hurts so much that you fisted the sheet under your to hold it in, biting in your choked sobs and swallowing it all, a big bitter pill down your throat.

Your eyes snap open to the banging sounds on your door.

"I know you're inside," he shouts behind the door, "Open the door!"

You know it's him, he must have sensed something is wrong with you suddenly leaving the gallery without telling him first.

"I won't go before you open the door," he shouts again with another series of banging on the door.

You reluctantly get off the bed and walk to the door, you take a deep breath before pulling it open.

Hyunjin dashes inside the moment you open the door for him, doesn't waste his time to confront you, "why are you leaving like that?" He asks you, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

You stand there facing him, in the middle of the small living room of your apartment, "and it's okay for you to keep disappearing but not me?"

He comes up to you and holds your face in his hands, "I thought you understand me, " he sadly says.

"What I don't understand is why you draw some other girl," you said to him.

Hyunjin scoffs in disbelief, "so this is about me drawing another girl?"

You are aware of how petty you sound right now, but you're way past being pathetic.

"I-" you pause to take a deep breath.

"I've been trying to figure out what am I to you? Am I just a muse to you? A model for your drawings? Someone, you sleep with?"

Your voice is trembling from the emotions building up inside you.

"I honestly don't know, Hyunjin," you sadly said to him with your eyes closed as if they would prevent the tears from falling.

"Look at me!" He orders you.

Hyunjin put his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him, and he looks into your eyes, red and pooling with tears.

"How dare you say you're just someone I sleep with?"

You can feel the bitterness in his words when he uttered it right to your face, "you mean so many things to me that I can't put a word for it," softly says, "you are everything to me," he emphasizes on the word everything.

But his words only make you cry harder.

He holds you close, steers your body by slightly lifting your body against him, then sits you down on the end of your bed.

He kneels in front of you, hair tousled with a few strands covering his face, a crease between his eyebrows and eyes looking up at you with a mix of concern, anger, and sadness in them.

"What are you thinking? What makes you think you mean so little to me?" There's an edge to his voice like he could break into tears at any moment.

You keep closing your eyes to stop the tears, but it's a fruitless effort, "I thought you don't love me anymore," you get breathless at the end of the sentence as the lump in your throat clogs your windpipe.

"My God," he sighs, "I made you feel that way?"

You keep crying into your hands as the tears won't stop streaming down your face.

Hyunjin rests his head on your lap with his hands around your waist, you can feel every rise and fall of his chest for every intake of his breath, and he stays like that for a moment.

He snaps his head up, puts your hands away from covering your face, then looks up at you, "I hate myself for making you feel that way," he says in such a low voice that you mistake it for a whisper.

"I am so sorry," he says as he holds both of your hands in his.

You get even sadder to the fact that you are the one who accused of him things, but he's the one who apologized to you.

"I will do anything to prove how much I love you," he says, pressing his lips on your knuckles.

When you look into his eyes, filled with so much sincerity in them, you feel ashamed for ever doubting his love.

"What can I do to make you feel my love?" He asks, then presses his forehead against yours even though you are a crying mess right now.

"Please stop crying! My heart aches to see you cry," he begs.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, and Hyunjin helps by rubbing your neck with his hands.

He leans in and kisses you.

ou return the kiss, slowly and softly, closing your eyes as to not spill any tears again.

"I love you," he says against your lips.

He catches your chin between his fingers and forces you to look at him, "do you hear that?" He asks you.

"I love you," he says again.

You stifle a nod.

"I don't care if you don't love me back," he says, "I love you," then kisses you again, he's whimpering against your lips as if it hurts to kiss you.

He pulls away to place kisses on your face, on your neck with a hand that steadily holds your jaw, and you give in to his will, tilt your head to let him access your neck.

"Take your clothes off for me," he orders as he puts his mouth away.

"I want to show you how much I love you,"

You obey, get up from the bed and start stripping your clothes off one by one then lay down on the bed as he instructed you.

Hyunjin also takes his clothes off then climbs onto the bed, he looks down at your naked body, flustered under his lustful gaze.

He kisses every part of your body affectionately from head to toe, every kiss is longer than the previous one, searing and burning, hot to the touch.

He flips you over on the bed so he too, can kiss the back of your body, from the crook of your neck to your calves.

This is the kind of intimacy you can't just get anywhere, it's beyond, it's not just his mouth all over your body, it's the way he appreciates and admires every inch of your body.

He turns you over on the bed to face him, hurriedly places a kiss on your mouth passionately, he gasps when he let go of the kiss.

"I want to make love to you," he says.

And he's the only one who can say such romantic things, but you don't find it phony or annoying, because you know he meant it with all his heart.

His hand moves to your abdomen and lays his hand flat there, "I want to fill you with a part of me," he says to you.

You nod at him, surrendering yourself at him and to his will with your hands turned up on the bed.

Hyunjin slowly kisses you down your chest as he settles himself between your legs, a hand tracing your folds, teasing your gushing hole with his fingers.

He doesn't break eye contact with you from the moment he gets inside you, making you even more naked than you already are.

You look at his face, hovering right above you, a crease between his eyebrows and a thin layer of sweat from the endless thrust he does against you.

He groans with his eyes screwed shut that he slows down his pace, almost losing it at how good it feels being inside you even though it's not the first time he did it with you.

"You're so good, love," he says to you.

"I love you so much," his voice quivers with the emotions the words carry in them.

And you can feel it too without he needs to say a word.

"Hyunjin?" you called him.

"Yes, love?" He asks you with a tender gaze.

"I love you so much," you muttered to him.

A tear rolls down your cheek the second you let the words out.

It's scary saying those words, and you figure because it's true, also because your love for him overpowers the love you have for yourself.

Hyunjin closes his eyes to let the words sink in, then sighs.

"And I promise never doubt your love for me again," you said to him.

"I don't want you to promise me that," he says.

He holds the side of your face with his hand, "I know that I can be difficult to be around with," he says to you, "I can be sensitive and annoying and stupid,"

"But I want you to promise to always stay with me," he begs.

And it's something you want and can provide for him, giving your everything to him, you want to be needed by him as much as you need him.

"I promise," you answered without the slightest of doubt.

Hyunjin sighs in relief, he feels like he has just accomplished something far bigger than his life, that is you.

"I love you so, so much," he says to you, then places a gentle kiss on your lips, tangles his hand in your hair, and deepens the kiss, for he can't get enough of the taste of you.

Hyunjin drags his mouth down your neck, and you turn your head to the side, catching the reflection of yourself on the mirror.

It's fascinating how you see yourself crying a while ago, and now, you see Hyunjin making love to you in the mirror.

Hyunjin angles your head at him to kiss you on the lips, "I love you," he says again with his lips grazing yours as he speaks.

"I love you," you said back with so much confidence in it this time.

You exchange a loving gaze with each other then lean in for a kiss.

Now that you had a taste of how great the pain that comes with your love is, you feel something shift in your relationship, you don't know what it is, but you hope it's something better.

One thing for sure is his kisses taste different.

He tastes so bitter yet so sweet.

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Jeongin thought you were cute.

Your eyes were always had crinkles on them, it was like you see everything for the first time, you were always curious, you were quiet but very observant, someone with a childlike wonder.

Jeongin liked this habit of yours of asking permission for almost everything,

"Can I taste your ice cream?"

"Can I sip your coffee?"

"Can I use your phone?"

The way you enunciated the magic word 'please' at the end of your sentence made him couldn't say no to each of your wishes.

Then you would smile and say the other magic word, "thank you" with a scintillating smile.

You were cute to him, not in the most obnoxious way because he knew no part of it seemed fake to him, it was just you, the genuine you.

You are a friend of Seungmin, and he introduced you to Jeongin when you accidentally met when they were out having dinner together after practice.

When he met you for the first time, you seemed calm and collected. You rarely talk but inject yourself into the conversations when you have your own opinions about certain matters.

The three of you hung out a few times, out for lunch or dinner, or had coffee while strolling around the park.

He knew your number through Seungmin and never contacted you until one day he had no one to come with him to the movies.

Everyone was busy while he had some time to spend, the next thing he knew, he chatted with you, asked if you also had some free time to watch a movie with him.

I'd love to.

Even from the way you replied to his chat, he could feel the warmth of your words with an image of you smiling when you sent him that text in his head.

He liked that you didn't talk during movies, you intently watched it until the end and didn't shift a lot on your seat except to sip your drink or eat your popcorn.

It felt strange that even he had just known you for barely two months, he found comfort in you. It felt as if he was with an old friend when he was with you, he didn't have to act a certain way or be afraid to offend you, you got his jokes, and your reactions amused him to no end.

He found a friend in you.

But he was afraid that you would assume he wanted to be more than just that for you.

Jeongin didn’t like you like that, he didn’t think about dating or being in a relationship.

Those seemed so complicated to him, and he didn't want complicated, he wanted to avoid it at all costs.

That led him to the decision to put a distance between you and him, put a hold on all these spontaneous meet-ups you always agreed on going.

Two weeks later, he met you again at Seungmin’s birthday party, looking so lovely in a sky blue dress with your hair down and curled into loose waves.

Jeongin didn’t feel obligated to hang around you because it seemed like you were well acquainted with the other members, and if you hadn't, Seungmin was there to introduce you to everyone.

And he saw from his peripheral vision, you shook hands with Hyunjin in one corner of the room and instantly engaged in a conversation.

He eventually bumped into you when he went to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a while," you said as you took a new paper cup and poured some fruit punch into it with a ladle.

Jeongin smiled, "yeah, I've been busy,"

"Ah, I see," you said, then scooped another ladle full of fruit punch into your cup until it was full.

"I went to this bakery a few days ago, and they have this delicious roll cake with mocha cream on it, and I thought of you," you said to him with a smile on your face.

Jeongin couldn't help but smile back when you talked with such enthusiasm, "yeah?"

"I can send you the address of the bakery if you want," you told him.

"Sure," he shortly replied.

"Okay," you nodded then handed him the ladle.

And maybe you noticed that he wasn't really feeling like talking, you spun around to join the crowd of the party.

At the end of the night with only a few people left in the room, he saw you eating a slice of cake on a plate, poking the icing cream with your index finger, and then wrapping your mouth around it to lick it clean.

He softly chuckled watching you eat the cake by pinched it piece by piece with your fingers then shoving it into your mouth instead of using the small fork you had on the plate.

Instead of being grossed out by it, he found it inexplicably cute.

It made him wonder why he treated you like that earlier?

Jeongin wasn't proud of his nonchalant attitude toward you because you didn't do anything wrong to him, it was so disrespectful of him and so undeserving of you.

He walked up to you and sat next to you on the empty spot on the sofa, "is it good?" He asked.

"Yeah," you answered as you wiped your mouth and hand with a napkin.

"You want a slice?" You offered.

He shook his head.

"I want another slice, but I don't think I can finish it," you said as you eyed the chocolate cake on the table next to you.

And he got soft looking at you sulking like that with your lips curled into an adorable pout.

"Let's eat a slice together," he suggested.

Your face lit up in a second, eagerly took another slice of cake onto a new plate and handed him a fork.

Jeongin didn’t know where to start, should he apologize and make it obvious that he had been avoiding you and that he assumed you had romantic feelings for him.

All he did was take turns cutting a piece of the cake on the plate that you held and ate it in silence since the music had gone low, signaling that the party coming to an end.

"Let's go home!" Chan said to Jeongin from across the room as he put on his jacket then shot a smile at you.

"See you!" Chan waved bye at you.

"Bye Chan!" You waved back while holding a fork inside your hand.

Jeongin put down his fork, and he decided that this was the right time to talk.

"Hey, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay, I can finish the cake by myself," you quickly said.

Jeongin chuckled because you thought he was meant to apologize and couldn't help you finish eating the cake.

Maybe it was better that way, he thought, not letting you know that he got ahead of himself for assuming that you had romantic feelings for him and distanced himself from you because of that.

"See you, Jeongin!' You said to him as he got up from the sofa.

You continued eating the cake, picking up the icing with your index finger again, and humming to the song faintly playing in the room.

When he looked at you like this, Jeongin realized he didn't want to lose this, the comfort he gets whenever he's with you.

"Let's go to that bakery you told me earlier," he suddenly announced.

You looked up at him, "yes, sure," you casually answered.

Jeongin didn’t expect you to be this coy, he put on his jacket that he picked up from the stool.

"What about tomorrow afternoon?" He asked.

"Sounds great!" You replied without a beat.

Jeongin smiled because you didn't seem that eager when you said it, but the answering without thinking gave him the opposite impression.

"I'll text you," he waved bye at you before leaving the party.

-

And there you go again.

Asking for permission with that glint in your eyes, "Can I have a sip of your coffee?" You asked.

"Please?"

Then there was that magic word, putting the last of its magic that put Jeongin under your spell.

"Sure," he answered.

You took a small, careful sip since the drink was still hot.

"Oof," you said when you put the cup down back and almost sloshed the content in the process.

"How is it?" Jeongin asked you.

"I'm not sure about the caramel sauce, but it's good," you sincerely admitted.

"I'd definitely order this when I need a pick-me-up," you added, then slid Jeongin's drink back in front of him on the table.

This is also why he likes you, you are honest without being mean.

"This is funny," he said out of the blue.

"What's that?"

"That you never ask me to go somewhere with you," he paused to shift on his seat, "it's always me who asked you to go somewhere with me,"

He put your honesty to the test with the question, "why?"

"Because I know you're busy," you lightly answered.

It was wrong for Jeongin to expect more from your answer, it was the obvious reason why you never initiated all of these meet-ups first.

"And also," you continued, "I know you'd feel bad saying no to me," you ended with a smile.

That, he didn’t expect.

Jeongin felt caught with the truth that he was, in fact, couldn't say no to you, he got flustered, cheeks blushing profusely, and he looked down at the lipstick mark you made on the rim of his coffee cup.

"Can I do that though?" You asked him, your fingers playing with the coaster of your hot beverage.

He glanced up and stifled a nod, "of course," he responded with a thin smile.

"I have these tickets," you licked your lips before continued talking, "this supposed to be a birthday gift for my little sister but apparently, she's too cool to go to the aquarium with me," you rolled your eyes as you explained.

Jeongin softly laughed listening to your explanation and how you took a deep breath at the end of the sentence, like a little kid ranting to her parents.

"So, what do you think?" You asked him.

You tipped your head to the side while looking at him, "do you want to go with me?"

"You mean, now? We go now?" He asked you in disbelief, completely taken aback that by your spontaneous offer.

You nodded with a grin on your face.

"You can say no, of course, I don't want to force you to do anything," you quickly added.

"Sure, let's go," Jeongin answered with a wide grin on his face, dimples sunken into his cheeks, and eyes turned into two crescent moons.

Jeongin couldn't remember the last time he went into the aquarium, but he was sure he was still too young to truly enjoy it and couldn't properly read the names of the aquatic animals.

The aquarium was almost empty, there were only a few people, and most of them were sets of parents with their children. He believed the two of you were the only ones who came here out of a whim, on a Thursday afternoon but thoroughly enjoying the trip.

"How nice to be a jellyfish!" You murmured when you watched a swarm of jellyfish floating in the water like animals that came from another planet.

The jellyfish turned color with the change of lights and its tentacles flying around behind them, swaying around that it hypnotized both of you to keep looking.

"They are made of 98% water, with no heart, no brain," you explained.

"How liberating that would be," you sighed, "not thinking, not feeling, and just going with the flow of the water,"

Jeongin turned his head at you and at your eyes that reflected the fluorescent lights in them, he felt like looking into another world when he looked at them.

It captivated him, how you think and how you feel about certain things, and you poured it all out through your words, unfiltered and honest.

Not everyone can do that, but you made it seem so easy to him.

"And you disappear by evaporating into air," you finished, then turned your head at him.

"Fascinating!" Jeongin exclaimed, and he meant that for you.

"Well, I just Google it, it said that when they get washed up ashore, their bodies would disappear after a few hours under the sun," you elaborated.

Jeongin nodded at your words but what came through his head was how beautiful you looked, illuminated by the light from the aquarium.

If it wasn't a school day, this one specific area would have filled with so many elementary students huddled around this large pool where you can touch the animals in it.

"Oh my God, there are baby sharks in it," you grimaced.

Jeongin saw one swarm around and didn't hesitate to put his hand on it to touch its skin, "oh, it's rough," he commented.

"What are you doing?" You snapped at him, "what if it bites you?"

Jeongin laughed looking at the pure horror on your face, "they're baby sharks," he reminded you.

"But they're still sharks,"

"Yeah, but not big enough to eat you," he said back with a sly grin.

He dived his hand back into the pool to play with a seastar, softly touching its ridged skin with his finger.

"Can I touch it too?" You hesitated because of the sharks.

"Of course, it's called the touching pool for a reason," he said.

You rolled your eyes at him and put on a thin smile at him.

He laughed, then took your hand, "Come here, touch it!"

He guided your hand into the water to touch the seastar he played with earlier, feeling mischievous, Jeongin led your hand to the shark that came swimming toward your hand.

You squealed and out of reflex, pulled your hand out of the water with so much force that drops of water splashed to the front of your blouse.

"Oh, I hate you so much!" You squealed at him, playfully punching his arm repeatedly while scolding him.

He caught your hands and put his hands around you to calm you down, didn't even try to apologize cause he couldn't stop laughing.

You had an early dinner since the tickets also included meal packages at a restaurant inside the aquarium complex.

You laughed because the meals were shaped and decorated for kids, and you both happily dug into the meals, shared each other's plates, and grinned gleefully.

"Kids' meals are on another level!" you beamed.

Jeongin nodded in agreement, "I'm glad we're coming here," he commented.

You shrugged with pride with a wide grin with a mouth full of food.

His cellphone rang and vibrated on the table, he wiped his mouth with a napkin before picking up the call.

He gave you a pitying look once he ended the call, and you recognized what it meant, "just go, it's okay," you immediately said to him.

"I'm so sorry," he meekly said as he got up from his seat.

"No worries, please, thank you for coming here with me," you quickly said with a comforting smile.

With all those magic words packed in one sentence, he knew you were sincere with your words.

He took the french fry you were holding then ate it, "I'll treat you next time," he promised.

"I can't wait," you cheekily responded.

But it took almost a month for that next time to happen.

All the free time he had, he spent on resting and getting the sleep that he lost due to the packed schedule. He didn't think of anything but the fatigue that kept piling on him, but he couldn't ignore the comfort you gave him whenever he was with you.

The comfort made him forget about all of his worries and also talk about them without feeling judged yet feeling understood at the same time. Someone who reminds him that he is just like any other person in their early twenties, who is as confused and lost as he is.

I treat your burgers for dinner. How is that sound?

Delicious!

Meet you there at 8?

Oh sorry, I can't tonight.

Oh okay. Tomorrow?

Tomorrow's night sounds scrumptious.

Jeongin laughed reading at all the texts he exchanged with you.

He did that sometimes, scrolled the chatbox of his texts with you as a pastime activity, and got some good laughs out of it.

He didn't know he could have some inside jokes with someone else other than the members, it was new to him, it gave him a revelation that it's possible to be close with someone else.

"Something funny?" Hyunjin asked as he came to sit next to him on the couch.

Jeongin put his phone away, "Nothing,"

"I'm borrowing your shirt by the way," he said to him and got up to show it off to him.

"Yeah, it looks good on you," Jeongin said.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah," Hyunjin shortly replied but spared Jeongin from the details.

He got so used to Hyunjin or any other members to borrow his clothes. That gave him the idea to pick the clothes he would wear for tomorrow, as he looked inside his closet, he got hit by the question his logic asked in his head on why he put this much effort just to treat you for a dinner?

-

"Wow, I'm so full," you exhaled a long breath when you got out of the burger joint with a hand on your stomach, full from the meal you had a while ago you could barely breathe.

"But you only ate one burger," he said, then held your hand to help you climb down the stairs, it was slippery and wet from the rain earlier.

You let go of his hand and held onto his forearm instead.

"Not my fault that I don't have such gluttony," you poked fun at him and softly laughed.

Jeongin laughed along, "Coffee?" He asked.

You shook your head, "let's walk for a while to burn down some calories,"

Jeongin agreed with your suggestion, walked to the nearest park and took a stroll around it, stopped by a bench to sit on and looked at the pond, even though it was dark to see the view, the sound of drops of water from the trees hitting the surface of the pond was very relaxing to listen to.

"I thought you forget about your promise to treat me to a meal," you said, breaking the silence that hung between you.

"Of course not. I was busy, but I didn't forget," he responded as he fixed the hair that poked his eyes.

You leaned in to help him with his hair, brushed it to the side, "you should get a haircut," you told him, your hand went to the back of his head to comb his hair with your fingers, "it's getting longer.

Jeongin's breath hitched, he never liked it when someone touched him but when it comes to you, he could tolerate it.

"I know," he said.

"Not that you're less attractive with longer hair," you quickly added.

Jeongin stifled a laugh, "I know,"

You continued strolling the park for a bit and found an ice cream truck parked right outside, you ran to see the selection of ice cream.

"Let me treat you to ice cream," you offered as you read through the menu on the side of the truck.

You settled with the cotton candy with rainbow sprinkles while Jeongin chose salted caramel with chocolate chip.

"You want to try mine?" You offered.

Jeongin hesitated for a second, confused whether he could really take a lick of your ice cream, but you were already holding out your ice cream close to his mouth.

He felt mischievous and took a big bite instead, he laughed looking at you sighing so loud then shot him a deathly glare.

You looked at the half-eaten scoop of ice cream in your cone, "I am so done with you," you weakly said.

"Okay, you can take a bite of mine," he made a deal to make it fair.

You glared at him again, not trusting his offer at first but he held out his ice cream at you. When it was close enough to your mouth, he purposely smeared the ice cream all over your lips.

There's just something about teasing you that made Jeongin obsessed not doing it at every chance possible, how adorable you looked and grumbled like a fussy toddler whenever he did that.

"You can't stop teasing me, are you?" You grumbled again while wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Jeongin ran to the ice cream truck and asked for some tissue, returned to help you dab your lips with it.

It took him by surprise how soft your lips felt under his touch and how close he was with it, he could feel your cold breath tinted with the sweet-smelling of the cotton candy ice cream.

You glanced down at your phone screen to check the time, "oh, it's 10 pm, already?"

Jeongin crumpled the dirty tissues and tossed them into the trash bin nearby, "why? It's past your bedtime?" He teased.

"I have a recital tomorrow," you answered and put your phone back inside the back pocket of your jeans.

"Oh?" Jeongin didn’t know that you have an important thing to do tomorrow until you told him.

"Why are you agreed on going then?" He asked in utter confusion.

"I needed a break from practicing," you lightly replied.

Jeongin waited with you until you got a taxi home, "Good luck for tomorrow," he said before closing the car door.

"Thanks, bye!" You muttered to him.

-

Jeongin happened to have a day off tomorrow, but instead of enjoying the pleasant weather outside, he stayed in the dorm, napping and ordering food, playing games, playing on his phone until he bored himself out and not tried to text you, asking how the recital went.

He fell asleep with the chatbox opened with the phone on his stomach, when it vibrated with a phone call, he jolted awake.

His hand frantically tried to push any button on his phone screen without looking and just pressed accept.

"Yes, hello?" He mumbled while rubbing the sleep of his eyes.

"Hey,"

Jeongin's eyes snapped open the second he heard your voice through the phone that he had to look at his phone screen to see if it was really you calling him.

"Are you awake?" You asked through the phone, sounded so wan.

"Uhm... yeah," he wanted to sound convincing but he couldn't mask the sleep in his words.

"Sorry for calling so late at night," you said.

Jeongin glanced at the clock on his watch on the bedside table, "it's only 11 pm," he said as if it wasn't obvious.

You chuckled at his words, "well, I thought you're sleeping already,"

"No," he quickly denied.

"So, why are you calling?" He asked but regretted asking cause it came out so rude while he asked it out of pure curiosity.

You never texted first, and it was the first time you ever did so, he has the right to know why, all of sudden, you called him late at night.

"I must have woken you up, huh?" You playfully asked him with low laughs.

"Well, I was about to doze off," he finally admitted.

He heard you heavily sighed at the end of the line, and he could hear the exasperation in it.

"I need a friend to eat my feelings away, but I think it's too late for that," you told him.

And Jeongin couldn't miss the chance to be that friend, to return the deed you had done to him by simply being there to listen to all of his ramblings about his life.

But Jeongin didn’t want to sound so eager, so he settled with a less ecstatic response.

"Well, it's only 11 pm," he said.

"It's okay, Jeongin, we can meet another day," you said to him, "I'm just goi-"

He could hear the window closing in, he quickly cut you off, "where are you now? I'll be on my way,"

"No, no, it's okay. I don't want to bother you," you kindly refused his offer.

"Text me the address, I'm going now, bye," Jeongin muttered everything in one sentence to not give you any chance to refuse his offer.

He met you at a convenience store near your apartment building and saw you eating cup noodles, then chuckling at the pile of snacks on the table.

"Don't ask!" You quickly said to him as he sat down on the chair across from you.

Jeongin took a bag of chips and opened it, began munching on it while watching you eat your noodles.

"How did the recital go?" He asked.

You stopped eating and put down the chopsticks inside the cup, reclined on your seat, and didn't reply but sighed, your shoulders sagged with so much weariness.

He guessed that it didn't go well so decided not to push you on the question again, he went inside to get himself a cup of noodles and ate it on the table with you.

"I think I screwed up," you sighed once you were finished with your noodles.

Jeongin didn’t respond but kept eating and drinking a can of soda once in a while.

"My teacher never scolded me this much before," you meekly said, your hand reaching for a bottle of juice on the table.

"I did so great during practice, but why did I fail during recital?" You asked, but you knew well enough the question was aimed at yourself and not at Jeongin.

Jeongin listened to all of your complaints and all the questions you asked yourself on how you ruined your recital that day, sighing and groaning in between.

He went back inside and returned with two popsicles, he opened the wrapper for you, handed you the strawberry flavored one.

"I'm sorry that I keep blabbering around," you said to him as you bit into your popsicle.

Jeongin shrugged, "No problem!"

You cleaned up the table once you finished and put the trash away, began walking in the direction of your apartment building.

He realized you were wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt when he looked down, your feet were on slippers with socks on, you must have walked out in the middle of the night just to get some air to clear your head. You must have thought of not calling him, but you did because you needed the company.

And he felt good knowing that he got to be that someone.

Furthermore, he liked being needed, knowing that someone needed his presence, his comfort, it makes him feel so validated as a person.

You took a stroll around the neighborhood with you linked your arm with him, it was so quiet except for the constant buzzing of the streetlight and dog barking in the distance.

"I know you were sleeping when I call you," you said to him with a knowing glare.

"I'm sorry for making you come here at this hour," you added, squeezing his arm when you spoke.

Jeongin softly smiled, "well, I'm not doing anything so," he continued his sentence with a shrug.

You turned your head at him and smiled, "Thank you, Jeongin," you sincerely said to him.

And he looked into your eyes and found instant comfort in them, making him couldn't look away but to keep staring into them.

You eventually broke the eye contact and rested your head on his shoulder for a few seconds before withdrawing yourself.

Drops of water fell from the sky, you looked up, and another drop fell on your cheek.

"It's raining," you said.

And the rain poured almost immediately that you didn't have time to take shelter, you pulled Jeongin by the hand and broke into a run towards your apartment building.

You safely made it back to your apartment, you gasped seeing your clothes stuck to your wet body and hair drenched with rainwater.

"You want to come up to dry a little?" You offered.

Jeongin hesitated, it was late, and he wasn't supposed to be out. But since he was already out, he decided to go with you and see what your place looks like.

"Yes," he responded.

You pulled him with you, got inside the empty elevator, and pushed the button to your floor.

After a moment, you saw you still have your hand clasped with his.

"I'm so sorry," you said as you frantically let go of his hand.

You put your hands together and clasped them together in front of you, "I have rough hands," you meekly said, embarrassed.

At that moment, Jeongin learned why you didn't take his hand whenever he wanted to help you.

The elevator door slid open and you got out, led him to the door of your apartment.

You pushed the door open and stepped aside to let him inside, "Come in, please," you said to him.

Jeongin had been wondering what your place looks like, it was just like he imagined it would be, neat, with minimal furniture, the only mess he spotted was a pile of music sheets on the table and the opened case of your cello on the sofa.

You hugged yourself as you stood next to him in the small living room, "It's a mess, I know," you said to him then handed him a towel.

Jeongin turned his head and took the towel from you, instead of starting drying himself, he took your hands and wiped them dry.

"I-" you stuttered and tried to yank your hand away from him.

But he firmly gripped your hand by the wrist and did not let you go.

"They're calloused and rough," you weakly said, then showed him your other hand, then turned them over to show him the prominent veins on the back of your hands, "they're ugly,"

Jeongin didn’t say anything but gently dabbed the beads of water on your face and neck, putting your hair that stuck to your face behind your ear, then held it there.

When he looked at you, he thought of a flower in a rain.

"You want to switch hands with me?" You playfully asked him with a low laugh.

Then you held his hand with you, "oh wait, I think our hands are switched for real," you joked.

And he thought you were cute.

And that was why he kissed you.

The kiss was sweet and soft, you tasted of strawberry and rain, cold and wet. The kiss stirred something in him, he wanted to offer more than comfort to you, he wanted to let you know that you are more than just your calloused and rough hands, that you shouldn't be insecure in the first place, he wanted to make you feel good.

Jeongin let go of the kiss but kept your face close to his, cupped your face with both hands to crash his lips on you again, getting bolder by brushing his lips over yours repeatedly and tongue gently lapped your lips a few times before he pulled your chin down with one thumb to gain access to taste more of you.

You weren't sure where to place your hands, you gripped the front of his shirt instead as he deepened the kiss that forced you to get close to him.

You sighed into his mouth when his hands tugged the hem of your t-shirt that you withdrew your lips away and Jeongin went rigid thinking he must have taken the signals wrong.

You took a step away and took off your t-shirt for him, you reached for his shirt, unbuttoned it, then parted it open to reveal his muscular body.

Jeongin took you by your neck to pull you into a kiss again and steered both of your bodies to your bed room until both of you stumbled onto the mattress.

Pieces of clothing flew off and littered your bedroom floor until you were only in your white lacey underwear, so flimsy that he could see your cunt through the fabric.

Jeongin went kneeling on the bed, looked down at your naked body, flustered under his gaze, and your chest heaving as your breath quickened with the building tension.

Jeongin ran his big hand from your chest down to your ribcage, to your stomach until it landed on your clothed core.

He traced your clit against the fabric, and you lowly moaned when he applied gentle pressures on it.

"I'm on the pill," you said to him.

He nodded to let you know he heard you and proceeded to pull your underwear down your legs, he brought your underwear close to his nose.

You bit your lower lips as he took a sniff of your underwear with his eyes closed, "you smell really, really good," he murmured.

You pressed your thighs together as if that would help you suppress the urge to have him fill you.

You propped your elbows against the mattress, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I want to taste you in my mouth,"

And Jeongin didn’t expect those words would ever come out of your mouth, he found it not cute anymore.

"Please?" You breathlessly said.

And he didn't expect you would ask such a sinful thing with the magic word that always entrapped him, making him incapable of saying no to you.

Jeongin pulled his throbbing member out of his underwear and showed you how hard, how big, how it pulsated with so much desire.

"Do you think you can take it?" He asked you.

You didn't say anything but blinked your eyes at him innocently, stunned by the size of his cock.

Jeongin voluntarily kneeled above your abdomen and positioned his cock close to your face, he took your hand and put it around your hand around his cock.

You pumped it a few times, traced the slit with your thumb, made small, kitten licks with your tongue.

Jeongin pet your head as he watched you slowly put his cock into your mouth, little by little until it fully disappeared into your mouth.

Jeongin whimpered with his eyes fixated on the way your beautiful mouth wrapped around his cock and you looked up at him through your lashes, began bobbing your head up and down his length.

He got amazed by how well you took him, not even gagged or got choked by it as you set a steady pace.

Jeongin tangled his hand in your hair and pulled at it when your mouth worked its wonder on him with your low delightful hum in the background.

It was overwhelming to him, seeing you enjoying sucking him off that he tugged your hair harder then led your head to the pace he preferred.

Jeongin cursed under his breath, he could feel his release coming closer, and he bucked his hips against your mouth until he fell apart, cumming inside your mouth.

You slowly pulled away with your mouth slightly parted open and a few drops of his white cum dribbled down your chin.

You swallowed the whole thing and collapsed back onto your pillow, catching your breath, mouth glistening wet with a mix of his cum and your saliva.

Jeongin lowered himself on top of you, his tongue licked the drops of his cum on your face only to placed his mouth back on yours, kissing you so hard with a hand wrapped around your neck.

He got up and kneeled back on the bed, watching you spread out on the bed for him, one look at your enticing core, and his cock got hard again.

He never thought of you this way, a girl that he thought was just cute and could only go far as holding your hands, never farther than that.

It elicited something in him that made him want to ruin you more, see if you could keep up with him.

He tossed his underwear aside and roughly put your knees up, exposing your drenched cunt at him.

"Keep your knees up," he ordered, assertive and stern.

You didn't say anything back but complied, keeping your knees up with a hand holding them.

Jeongin ran the tip of his cock down your wet slit, intentionally teasing your entrance but not pushing in yet. He wanted to see much you want it first, how long can you last until you beg him to be inside you.

You looked at him then to where his cock teasing your cunt, you were sure your arousal made a pool on the sheet at that point.

"You want it?" Jeongin asked you with his foxy eyes intensely staring at you.

You bit your index finger between your teeth, then shyly nodded at him.

Jeongin smirked without stopping stroking your cunt with his cock that it got wet just from your essence.

"You want it inside you?" He asked again.

You nodded again with a sly grin plastered on your face.

"I need your words," he said to you.

His sharp jaws slacked open as he waited for your answer, eyes pierced right through you.

You put your hand away and said, "yes,"

"Yes, what?" He breathlessly asked.

"Yes, please," you replied.

A smirk bloomed on his face, Jeongin needed to take a deep breath to calm himself down. That magic word had a new meaning to him, he would always remember the way you said it, with so much want and need, desire, and lust.

He pushed his length inside you without warning, making you gasp that your mouth made a big O shape.

Jeongin whimpered the whole time his cock going deeper inside you until he fully bottomed out.

Jeongin let out a loud groan, deep and hoarse like it broke him to the core at how much pleasure he got from being inside you. When he glanced down at you, you were squirming with teeth faintly biting your lower lip, humming in delight, feeling full from him.

It aroused him so much, that he began moving, fucking you with all his might, but all you did was look with a lustful smile at him like his hard thrusts didn't have any effect on you.

His hand reached for your mouth and pushed his thumb into your mouth, which you gladly took, swirling your tongue around his thumb and sucking on it.

"You're so cute, you know that?" He said between his grunts.

You pulled his thumb out of your mouth and giggled at him.

"Fuck," he cursed out loud.

Jeongin put all of his strength into his thrusts, he didn't even care who would cum first, he immersed himself in you and let the pleasure take over.

A moment later, you writhed under him, moaning, crying with your hands clutched his forearms, nails dug into the flesh.

Jeongin didn’t stop the motion of his hips and kept going until he too, reached a climax that obliterated his senses and lit the fuse that set his body on fire.

He stilled with his cock deep inside you, filling you up with his seed, and when he gained a little control of his mind, he slowly pulled out, followed by a blob of his cum leaking out of your hole.

He collapsed next to you, mouth searched for you but with his mind dulled with pleasure, his kisses were slobbering wet and haste.

You held his face to be the one who gave him proper kisses, overlapped his body with yours while he held you, roaming his hands on your back.

He felt at ease that he fell asleep right away with your head resting on his chest.

He woke up a while later, feeling something tugging inside his chest, that uneasy feeling of doing something that he shouldn't have done, and there was no way of getting back from it.

He looked at you, sleeping soundly on your pillow with hair covering your face that his hand flew to remove it, revealing your beautiful face at him.

The feeling amplified, and it scared him.

He was the one who put the distance but he was also the one who crossed the line. He blamed this palpable desire he had within him earlier that made him lose his mind for a moment that he stumbled onto a bad decision.

What if you wanted more after this? That was his first thought.

He didn't want a relationship, he got dizzy just from thinking of being in one.

Ultimately, he didn't want to say no to you, hurt your feelings because of it.

It was him, not you.

He decided to leave, quietly removed himself from you then got off the bed. He put his clothes on in the dark and made sure didn't leave anything behind, he couldn't bring himself here again knowing that he left you in the middle of the night after having sex with you, like a coward.

"Are you leaving?"

He heard your mumble in the dark and his eyes landed on your shape under the blanket on the bed.

His heart skipped a beat looking at you, awake on the bed, clutching the blanket to cover your bare chest.

"Do you have to leave now? It'll be morning in an hour," you said to him, hoisting yourself on the bed.

Jeongin stood there in your room, sighed with so much regret that you had to catch him leaving, giving him no other option but telling you everything.

He walked to your bed and sat on it, "Can I be honest with you?" He asked.

You rubbed your eyes from sleep and looked at him, the two glossy marbles of his eyes in the dark of your room.

You sat up on the bed with your back rested against the headboard of your bed, facing him to listen to what he was about to say.

"Yes," you replied.

"I like you," he said, licked his lips.

You nodded even though you weren't sure why he made it sound like he was about to deliver something so foul out of his mouth, a piece of bad news.

"And I like you too," you said back to him.

Jeongin stalled from telling the truth by touching his ears, seeking comfort from himself, "but I don't like you that way," he weakly muttered.

His voice was so low, but with the quiet of the night, you could hear his words loud and clear, echoing in your ears.

"I like us as friends and not more than that," he stated, it felt so bitter on his tongue, and it burned him from the inside like he just drank acid.

"Oh," you said, the words hadn't fully sunken in yet.

Jeongin witnessed how the glint in your eyes died down as you registered those words, that the sex meant nothing, it was just physical, his impulsive need of a release, a mistake.

"I'm sorry," Jeongin sadly muttered, the apology tinted with regrets and resentment.

You stayed quiet for a while and cleared your throat, pushing down the growing lump in your throat from holding back your tears.

"It's okay," you said to him.

But it wasn't enough to convince him, so you grabbed his hand on the bed and held it, "thank you for telling me sooner," you said to him with a thin smile.

He would rather see you cry than see you smiling like this, a smile that hinted so much sadness in it, and it hurts a lot more to him to see.

Jeongin knew he just broke your heart, and he wondered why he stayed there only to prolong the bitter, painful moment.

He got up from the bed, took a last of you as you slouched back down on your pull, and buried yourself under the blanket then he left your apartment.

He never to see you again, no matter how much he missed talking about things and going somewhere just to kill the time with you.

It was never his attention to harming you, but he did, and he couldn't forgive himself for that. He punished himself by staying away from you, something he should have done from the first time he met you.

But as he lay awake at night on the bed every night before sleep, he started to ask himself if he regretted not staying away from you or regretted walking away from you that night?

-

Now as he's staring at you, smiling with that same glint in your eyes like there are stars in them, he believes it is the latter.

It has been months, and now you're back, in someone's else arms, none other than his close friend, Hyunjin’s arms.

He watches as he holds your hands, and he remembers how you didn’t like anyone holding your hands because you always think your hands are ugly, but not anymore, Hyunjin slips his fingers into the spaces between your fingers and intertwines them together.

Hyunjin whispers something into your ear that makes you laugh, it is something that Jeongin missed hearing from you, that beautiful sound of your laugh, and the way your shoulders shake when you laugh.

Did he ever make you laugh that way before? He can only recall the time when you made him laugh, not the other way around.

He gets sad thinking that he never, ever makes you laugh before, he gets envious someone else got to do it, not him.

You accidentally look in his direction and catch Jeongin looking at you.

Your lips curl upward into a smile for a few seconds, then turn your head back at Hyunjin again, who whispers something into your ear again, and you close your eyes as his lips graze your earlobe as he speaks.

When Hyunjin said he started dating someone, Jeongin was so happy because it is a natural thing to be happy for someone you really care about.

The moment he saw you coming to the dorm with Hyunjin holding your hand, Jeongin's feelings for Hyunjin’s happiness slightly shift into something else, something cold and bitter with a little resentment in it.

A moment later, Hyunjin gets up from the sofa and pulls you along with him in the direction of his bedroom.

Jeongin doesn't flinch, he keeps his cool, he stays on the couch in the living room playing a game with Felix and the sound from the TV drowns out his thoughts, or he thinks it is.

When the night gets late, he walks to his bedroom and passes over Hyunjin’s bedroom with the door slightly ajar.

He hears the faint sound of your voice behind the door and Jeongin stands with his back on the wall next to the door listening in on you and Hyunjin inside his room.

"Please?" You plead with such want and need in them.

Jeongin instantly remembers the way you pleaded almost the same way to be filled by his cock that night.

"Hyunjin, please?" You sweetly beg again.

And Jeongin's heart breaks when he hears someone else's name come out of your mouth and not his.

Jeongin braves himself to peek inside, through the crack of the slightly ajar door, he can't poke his head inside, but he can see everything through the reflection in the mirror.

He sees you, kneeling on the bed, naked with your legs parted open, his eyes traced every curve of your body that he remembers vividly, your breasts hang on your chest and he remembers how perfect they are when he held them, how your nipples get hard when he played with them, how they taste when he took them in his mouth, he is practically salivating from the memory that flashed through his mind.

And your skin, soft all over, he can feel it on his fingertips.

Then Hyunjin lets out a low groan as he kneels behind you, entering you from behind while holding your body with a hand around your waist.

And Hyunjin repeatedly groaning, and Jeongin can imagine how overwhelming the sensation of filling you whole with his cock that his twitches inside its confine, the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock sending a zap throughout his body.

Jeongin softly hisses as his cock throbs, eyes snap back to the reflection on the mirror where Hyunjin begins thrusting into you.

He brings his mouth close to your ear, "baby, you feel so good," he whispers to you.

And he sees you with your eyes close and a blissful smile on your face, you hum at his praise then put your hand on his.

Hyunjin playfully bites into your earlobe and makes you giggle.

"You're so cute," he says to you.

Jeongin agrees, he can fuck you hard and makes you cum multiple times, a moaning mess on the bed, but he'll still find you cute.

His eyes intently watch the reflection on the mirror like it is a projection of his mind where he fucks you senseless.

You softly moan and hold on to Hyunjin’s hands as he intensely thrusts into you.

"So beautiful moaning like that," Hyunjin praises.

You giggle again and put your hand around his neck, in which Hyunjin gladly uses the opportunity to sink his mouth on your neck.

Maybe he should have praised you like that, calling you pet names, kissing you tenderly, and telling you how good it feels being inside you.

Jeongin's throat gets dry as his sweatpants tighten with every passing second of him watching someone else fucking you, his mind playing tricks on him by replacing Hyunjin with him.

"Hyunjin," you moan his name.

Hyunjin smiles knowing that he fucks you right, that you are close to your climax.

He places a haste kiss on the corner of your mouth, "Gosh, I love you so much," he says to you with a delightful sigh.

And that shatters the trick of his mind cause he would never say such thing to you, so confidently and overflows with affection in it.

"I love you so much,"

He hears you say it back to Hyunjin, and Jeongin feels a sudden hollowness in his chest, and all of the air in his lungs has escaped him, leaving him breathless.

The trick doesn't do it anymore to him, he turns around and leaves for his bedroom, slams the door shut behind him.

He gets on the bed and lays down, even with the door completely shut he still can hear your moans through the thin wall, haunting him with the regrets of that night.

His hand goes to pull open the bottom drawer next to his bed to take out something.

A piece of clothing, your white lacey underwear that he secretly took that night with him. He puts it close to his nose to catch a sniff at it, it smells just like you and that heavenly thing between your legs that he craves every night in his wake.

His hand goes down to pull his sweatpants down, just enough to let his erection spring free, putting the white underwear around his cock, Jeongin starts stroking his length, slowly and gently then closes his eyes.

He focuses on the sound of your moans, imagining that it is him fucking you right now and not jerking himself off with your underwear that is already ruined with his cum for every night he tries to cope with the fact that he made the worst mistake for walking away that night.

He pushes the thought away and keeps pumping his cock vigorously even though it is painful to do so.

The pain is nothing compared to not having you and gets haunted by the regret of it every day in his life.

"Please, please," he hears you beg in the next room.

And he pumps his cock harder with the thought of you pleading at him, with that sweet, innocent look on your face and crinkles in your eyes, an index finger between your teeth.

So, so cute that he wants to ruin you more.

"Please what?" Jeongin breathlessly asks to the void in his bedroom.

But there is no answer, there is only regret that echoes in his head.

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SPLASH.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Author's note: This is pretty much how I imagined my dream summer would be hehe and also, this is requested by this lovely anon, hope you like it. boo!

(I know, I'm late to post this bcs I haven't fully recovered from watching the Unveil Track: Venom )

Changbin had been looking at all the medals and trophies on the glass cabinet for a while now, most of them were won from one particular sport, swimming.

"You didn't win all these right?" Changbin jokingly asked his friend, who kindly enough to let him stay in his house for the summer.

"I wish," your brother answered while half-laughing, "they're my sister's, she was a swimmer,"

"Was?" Changbin asked, fully dazed.

Your brother nodded, "until she got in an accident a year ago and injured her shoulder. She stopped swimming ever since," your brother furtherly explained.

"Where is she now?"

Your brother burst out laughing, "she's been with us in the house," he answered.

Changbin's eyes widened because it had been two days he stayed in the house and never truly saw you around the house, "huh?"

Your brother patted Changbin's shoulder and sighed, "well, she spends most of her day in her bedroom, no wonder why you never really seen her around the house,"

He put an arm around Changbin's shoulder, "let's go play some volleyball, my friends are waiting," your brother said to him, then dragged him to the backyard and crossed someone's lawn to the neighbor's backyard where there was a volleyball field with its net.

He heard a shout and followed its source, it came from your house.

He looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of you, watching your brother playing volleyball from your bedroom window, backlit by the sunlight with your long hair swept by the summer breeze and covered your face.

Changbin had to squint to take a clear look at you but by the time his eyes focused on your bedroom window, you were gone.

Changbin never really like summer.

When he looked at the people living around the town, walking in their shorts and thin shirts, ready to take their clothes off at any sight of a body of water, he finally understood how to handle it.

When it gets too hot for him, he would swim in the pool of your house or walk a little to the beach and take a dive.

The only convenient thing about a small town is you can go anywhere on walking, but if it's too far, you can always ride your bike to get there. But tonight, as your brother got drunk in the middle of the night and his friends were also as wasted as him, he was the only one sober enough to walk him home.

Your house was only a few meters away, but it was a real struggle to drag your brother through the graveled path.

"You need help?" You asked, appeared from the row of trees of your mother's garden.

He got startled that he almost dropped your brother on the ground, "what are you doing out here?" He asked.

"I was reading," you answered.

"In the dark?" He asked but sounded more like a gasp.

You chuckled and waved his question off, you walked up to him, slung one of your brother's arms around your shoulder, then walked him into the house, all the way to his bedroom.

Changbin was panting, running out of breath from the labor he did, but his eyes flung at you the moment your brother collapsed onto the bed.

"I'm going back to my bedroom," you announced, then walked out of the door without closing it behind you.

He saw you entered the room right across from his, but he could use the connecting door that led him to his bedroom from your brother's.

It baffled him that you had been staying in a room close to him, but he had never seen you or even seen your bedroom door open.

But now he knew, he knew what to expect.

Maybe he was exaggerating when he said he has never seen you around the house, he had seen you reading a book with your father in his study room, saw your feet dangling at the edge of the hammock in the back terrace, the dark of your hair as you played the piano and the back of your body when you helped your mom cooking in the kitchen.

But that morning, he woke up earlier than he used to and went downstairs alone because your brother was still sleeping, probably too hungover to wake up.

"Good morning!" Your mother greeted him as she brought a tray of freshly toasted bread.

"Morning!" He greeted her back, then followed her to the back garden for breakfast.

He saw your father was reading a newspaper with a cigarette dangling on the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning, sir!" He greeted your father.

Your father looked up from his newspaper, then put his cigarette down.

"Good morning!" He greeted back, flicking the ash off the cigarette into the ashtray.

Then he saw you, sitting at the end of the table, looking down at the book in front of you.

"Honey, eat your breakfast first," your mom said to you as she placed the toasts in front of you with a scoop of scrambled egg and a few strips of bacon.

You looked up and slid your book to the side, smiled at him, and said, "can you pass me the strawberry jam?"

It took Changbin quite a while to realize that you were asking him.

"Yeah, sure," he awkwardly answered, then took a jar of strawberry jam from the tray and handed it to you.

"Thanks," you muttered.

It was the first time he truly saw you, your long hair braided into two, your skin glowed under the warm sunlight, and the smile you gave to him earlier, shone brighter than the morning sun.

"Where's your brother?" Your father asked without looking away from his newspaper.

"Probably still sleeping, he got home drunk last night," you casually answered.

Your father only clicked his tongue a few times like it was a natural occurrence,

"Give him a glass of warm water with honey when he woke up," he said to your mom.

Changbin couldn't stop admiring your family, how laid-back and natural, like no part of it was forced or fake, he also admires the close bonds you have with your family members, he could treat your parents like friends without losing the high respect he has for them in the process.

"How's the food, dear?" Your mother asked Changbin, who barely touched his breakfast.

"Oh, wonderful!"

"Have some of the jams, we made it ourselves, my daughter and I," she informed him, "we picked the strawberry from my greenhouse and the blueberries too,"

It also amazes him how your mother could do all this, taking care of her family, but also still have time to read, tend to her flowers, make fresh orange juice every morning, and still be able to sunbathe in the back terrace with your father.

Everything about your house and your family was lovely, it was early to say that it would be the best summer he ever had, but he could tell that this was it.

But something bothered him, he didn't really get why you never get out of the house.

That night, Changbin and your brother stayed the night in because getting drunk for two nights in a row wasn't it. They walked around the town, hung out a little bit on the beach then went back home before midnight.

Changbin was sure he wasn't sleeping yet when he heard the creak from the other part of the house, your brother had told him that the house was really old that was why every door creaked when it pushed open or close.

He heard the faint footsteps then the sound disappeared after a moment. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, yet his ears perked up when he heard someone walking on the graveled path. He got up from the bed and pushed open the bedroom window, looked down, saw you heading to the gate.

Changbin considered staying and pretended that he didn't just see you leaving the house late at night, but the thought of you walking around in the dark made him uneasy.

He put on a shirt, then went downstairs and tried not to make a sound in the process, didn't want to wake up everyone in the house.

Once he was outside, he ran to catch you and found you were walking towards the beach, he kept a safe distance while following you from behind.

You took off your sandals when you arrived at the beach then walked a little bit more before stopping.

Changbin watched as you stood there, backlit by the bright moon and the light that reflected on the surface of the water, blinking and blinding him.

But he could make out the shape of your body, as you moved, then took your dress off and piled it on the sand next to your sandal.

You looked over your shoulder for a bit, then walked into the water, slowly engulfing yourself in the salty water, deeper and deeper until the waves took you away with it.

Changbin thought that you just went out for a night swim, but the longer you were out of his sight, the more worried that something happened to you.

He half-jogged then came to where you placed your clothes, head looking around for you, and found nothing but the waves that lapped the seashore.

"Are you looking for me?" You asked him.

Changbin got startled to find you were standing behind him, "This habit of you appeared out of nowhere needed to stop," he blurted out of irritation.

You softly chuckled, "I am sorry. I don't even know you were here," you said to him.

Drops of water dripping from the end of your hair, your body glistening wet, and that was when he realized you were wearing a two-piece bikini that barely covered your body.

"What," he stuttered as his eyes went lower and lower, then looked away, "what are you doing?"

"Swimming," you casually answered.

"Why would you swim at this hour?"

"Because it's nice, no one is around, and you have the beach for yourself," you answered.

Changbin didn't get your answer, "you have a swimming pool in your house,"

"I know, but it's different," you responded.

You grabbed his hand, "Come on, let's swim with me," you said to him.

Changbin looked at your hand grabbed his by the wrist, your hand looked so small and delicate around his, but your touch weakened him that he couldn't say no to your invitation.

You let go of his hand then stood in front of him waiting for his answer, "but it's okay if you don't want to, I'll swim a little bit more then go home after," you said to him.

Changbin got quiet, but his hands unbuttoned his shirt then tossed it onto the sand next to your clothes.

You both walked into the water alongside each other, the warm and salty water slowly engulfing you until you were deep enough to swim farther into the sea.

As he was floating in the sea with the moon hanging so low on the night sky above, Changbin somehow felt it was freeing, so quiet, so peaceful then he saw your face.

"Isn’t it nice?" You asked him.

He nodded with a smile.

After swimming for almost an hour, you got back to the shore and sat on the sand, digging your toes to seek some warmth.

You opened the bottled water you brought inside your tote bag and took a sip, you passed it to him after.

"I heard you're a swimmer," Changbin said, then tilted his head to pour water into his mouth.

"I was," you replied.

Changbin screwed the bottle closed then handed it back to you, "what happened?"

You lightly chuckled, "I thought my brother would have told you the soppy story," you joked.

Changbin licked his lips, "well," then shrugged. He didn't want to sound too pushing, but he wanted to know your side of the story.

"I got into a car accident, injured my shoulder," you shortly replied.

"But you're still swimming,"

You laughed again, "I can still swim for fun but not as a career," you explained.

"Oh?"

"Yes," you beamed, "I am fucked," you said with a thin smile.

Changbin regretted asking cause it felt like he was trying to dig on your sore spot, then he saw you got up and started dressing.

He followed suit and put on his shirt. The walk home was quiet, there was only the sound of your sandals against the asphalt and the faint sound of the waves crashing behind you.

"How long will you be staying?" You suddenly asked.

"Until the end of the month," he replied.

You hummed and swayed the tote bag you carried in your hand back and forth, "I thought you'll be staying at least until the end of the summer," you commented.

Changbin laughed, he felt good knowing that you had moved on from the previous talk.

"So, do you like it here?" You asked.

"What's not to like?" He asked back, "Your house is nice, your family is terribly, terribly nice to me, and you have a lot of food in here, you even grew apple trees in the backyard that I can pick whenever I want one," he jokingly said.

You laughed, and the sound rang in the dead of the night, making him feel less lonely, "my mom just couldn't stand not doing anything," you defended.

"I'm not complaining though," Changbin added.

You both climbed the stairs back to the second floor in silence and parted right in front of your bedroom, "Goodnight, Changbin!" You said to him.

"Goodnight," he said back, then went into his room.

As he leaned against the door, he realized it was the first time you addressed him by his name, and it became his new favorite sound he heard in a while, the sound of you calling his name.

Changbin overslept, maybe because of the swimming he did last night that made him tired that he fell into a dreamless sleep.

He never slept that well before, but the downside of it, he missed breakfast, thankfully your mother was kind enough to make him a sandwich and a glass of orange juice with it.

"Thank you so much," Changbin muttered to your mother.

"Oh please, you're my son now," she said to him as she squeezed on his shoulder.

"I have to go and tend the flowers now. Eat well, darling!" She said, then exited through the kitchen door to the greenhouse.

It wasn't hard to find your brother, once he got out of the kitchen, he found him swimming in the pool, and Changbin sat on one of the sunchairs.

"You didn't wake me up!" He said to your brother.

"You didn't wake me up the other day too," he said back to him.

"Because I knew you were hungover," he defended himself.

"Did you go swimming last night cause I saw your swimming trunks in the bath?" Your brother asked.

Changbin felt like he had been shot on the spot by the question and his eyes darted to you who was laying in the hammock reading a book with your feet dangling at the edge like usual.

"Did you sneak out somewhere? With someone?" Your brother wildly guessed with a playful smirk on his face.

Changbin shook his head vigorously, "No, I felt hot last night, so I swam in the pool for a bit to cool down,"

Your brother considered his question for a while but nodded, "let's go cycling today!"

Then he saw you got off the hammock, even with half of your face covered by your big sunglasses, he could see you flashing him a smile as you walked back into the house.

It was a deathly thing to do, riding down the hill on a bicycle, half-drunk from the cheap wine that he shared with three other people.

He felt like half of his blood was drained from his body when he safely arrived at the gate of your house, parked the bicycle on the side of the house, then had dinner with your family like he didn't nearly die a while ago.

Your brother was either going everything at once or doing nothing at all kind of person, he took Changbin to the beach for a bonfire and more drinking.

He kept glancing at the clock on his phone screen the whole night, the thought that you must be sneaking at this hour alone drove him to secretly leave from the beach, then walked back to the house.

You were closing the iron gate when he arrived, "the bonfire party has finished?" You asked.

"How do you know?" Changbin asked you back.

"His friends are my friends too," you answered and softly laughed. You hoisted your bag higher on your shoulder then went in the opposite direction from the beach.

He watched you walk for a moment, then saw you turned around, "are you coming or not?" You asked him.

He obviously couldn't say no, followed you as you led him to another part of the town that he hadn't discovered before then cut through the vineyard.

"Is this allowed?" Changbin asked cause it seemed to him like he just trespasses someone's property.

"I know the owner, well, everyone knows the owner," you answered, "either way, it's alright," you assured him then parted the bushed that marked the end of the vineyard.

A little more walk, he arrived at a lake, it wasn't big nor small, the water was so still he could see the perfect reflection of the moon on the surface.

You tugged the hem of your t-shirt then took it off, hung it on the low tree branch along with your tote bag.

Changbin watched as you pulled your denim shorts, eyes following as it went lower and lower, then off your legs, revealing your body in a matching dark-colored bikini.

When his eyes back up, he saw something on your back, a long, dark streak on the skin on your back, and when he was about to take a clearer look, you turned around on your feet.

"This time, you can join or not, it's up to you," you said to him, then walked into the edge of the lake.

Putting one foot first then the other, you watched as your movement broke the stillness of the water and made small waves.

You dived, and Changbin watched as you sliced through and glided under the water like you were born and lived there your whole life.

Then a moment later, your head coming out of the water, your hair stuck to your face, and your face shining wet under the pale moonlight.

He was sure as hell not going to miss swimming with you in a secluded lake, he took off his shirt and jeans next then swam toward you.

"The water is warm," Changbin gasped as he came out of the water.

"Who would have thought, right?" You joked and softly laughed at him.

You swam for a few laps around the lake until you were running out of breath, then sat on the big rock at the edge of the lake.

Changbin hesitated to ask for it, but when he looked at the mark on your back, he got the urge to ask it, "is that the scar from your shoulder injury?" He asked.

You got taken aback by the question, you didn't know that he would notice in the dark like this. There was no use to hide it now since he had seen it, "yes," you nervously answered.

"Was it that bad?" He asked, "the accident,"

You shuddered when the recollections of the even crossed your mind, how it reminded you how close you were to die, it was best for you not to answer it.

Changbin sensed that you got uncomfortable with his question, "I'm sorry for asking," he quickly apologized.

You hugged your knees tighter and stared at the lake, "the doctor said I'm lucky that my arm is still functioning," you elaborated.

You slowly put your knees down and showed him the other scar you got on your thigh, "A piece of metal tore through the flesh," you pointed to the long scar that went from your hip to your mid-thigh, "I got so many stitches I couldn't remember how many," you explained and awkwardly laughed at the end.

Changbin felt like he made the wrong choice for asking you about it, he shouldn't have asked in the first place.

It was too late because you got down into the water and swam again.

Changbin swam after you and stopped right behind you, "I'm sorry," he muttered, even though he wished he could do more than apologies.

You stood there with your back facing him for a while before turning around, "I must have grossed you out," you joked and looked down at the dark of the water at night.

Changbin caught your hand in the water, "no," he answered.

"You have no idea how endlessly fascinating you are to me," he said, then pulled you close, looked into your eyes before his eyes focused on your lips.

You voluntarily be the one who kissed him first, then slowly let go as he didn't return the kiss, "did I read the signal wrong?" You asked him.

"No," he breathlessly replied.

He put a hand on the nape of your neck and stared into your eyes, "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, and I want it to make it perfect for you," he said.

You lowly chuckled, then put your hands on his chest muscles, "I don't want perfect," you muttered.

Gosh, you were everything he wanted in a person.

"And that's what makes you perfect for me," he spoke ever so softly like he was humming a song instead of talking.

He cupped your face and took a look at you, completely mesmerized by you in such a short time, he tenderly pressed his lips on you, and it felt like coming home.

You opened your mouth for him, welcoming him to taste you more, to invade you and take what's yours, and told him to keep it forever.

Making out under the moonlight with half of your bodies drowned in the water with the sound of the night playing in the background.

He put his hands around your body and drew you closer, you felt so small around him that only made him want to protect you more.

You got dressed in silence, but lips curled into a shy smile when you caught him looking at you, walked back home with his hand clasped with yours until you arrived by the door of your bedroom.

He pressed a quick kiss on you and withdrew himself before someone caught him, brought your hand to his mouth, then kissed it.

"Goodnight," he said.

You didn't reply but looked at him as he took a few steps back but not letting go of your hand yet.

When he was about to let go of your hand you grabbed it, "I don't want to say goodnight yet," you said to him.

You took him to your bedroom, dropped your tote bag, and pulled him by the hand to the bathroom.

Where you took off your damp denim shorts and t-shirt then got into the shower, turning on the water to find the right temperature.

Changbin took off his clothes too, leaving only his swimming trunks on, then got into the shower with you.

You turned around to face him, threw your hands around him, and smiled before your hands worked open the bikini lace.

"Let me," Changbin offered.

You nodded and put your hands by your sides as he untied the lace of your bikini top, and with one hand, he pulled it off of you, revealing your beautiful mounds to him as water made streams down your sternum.

Changbin lowly whimpered, but he got one task left, and that was to untie your bikini bottom, he untied the lace on one side of your hips then let it fall onto the tiled floor.

He had to take a step back to admire your naked figure as warm water raining down on you.

He bit his lower lip and got close to you again, hands flew to your shoulders, then removed all of your hair to one side of your shoulders, then sank his mouth on the crook of your neck.

He opened his mouth, taking as much skin in his mouth with teeth faintly grazing the skin and sucking on the beads of water.

You pulled him close with your hands around his neck and took steps backward until your back hit the tiled wall, your hands moved down to his swimming trunk and worked the ties open.

You looked down at his semi-hard cock as it sprung free from its confine, the size overwhelmed you and inexplicably excited you at the same time.

He watched as you fumbled to open it that he eventually helped you with it and pulled it down his legs, joining your bikini on the floor of the shower stall.

Changbin ran a hand down your body, whimpered at how soft you felt under his touch, and when his hand landed on your heating core, a low sigh escaped your mouth.

"You're so little," he said as he inserted one finger into you.

And you couldn't lie, you almost felt full just from his finger only then he added another digit, making you moan at the sudden stretch.

"But that's not going to stop you, right?" You breathlessly asked him.

He shook his head, "I'm just getting started here," he answered.

You felt a tingle inside, moreover, aching to be filled by him as you arched your back with the motion of his hands in your cunt.

"Changbin," you called him as the pleasure became too unbearable.

And he recognized the needy in your voice, instantly became the new addition to his favorite sounds he ever heard.

"I need to stretch you out first," he said to you.

You hooked one leg around his and planted a haste kiss on his mouth, "I want you," you said against his lips.

And of course, he couldn't say no, he was just needy as you that he withdrew his hand from your cunt and started stroking his length like it wasn't hard enough for you.

You cried into his mouth as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Changbin," you whined again.

He slyly chuckled against your lips then carefully pushed his length into you, thankfully he was quick to contain your moans with his mouth.

You must have underestimated his size, you felt whole with his length fully inside you to the point that you couldn't move, you could only moan your pain away into his mouth.

Changbin put his hands on the back of your thighs to hoist you up against him, pinned you against the wall.

Your moans and his grunts mixed in your kisses, "are you okay?" He asked, rubbing the side of your thigh soothingly.

"You fill me whole," you shamelessly said to him.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in slight concern.

"I just need a moment," you answered and lazily scratched the back of his head with your fingers.

He smirked, and after a while, he asked, "Is it okay if I move now?"

You nodded with a sheepish smile on your face.

With your permission, Changbin began moving, slowly thrusting into you with his hand firmly held you up against the wall.

You couldn't hide that it was a little painful, but the pleasure it brought was just as great, it blurred the line, and you enjoyed getting confused by it.

You held on to Changbin with your hands around his big upper body as he rammed into you, your back made a low thudding sound for every hard thrust he made into you.

You kissed him when your moans became too loud and resounding in the bathroom, "Changbin, oh," you cried, "I'm so close,"

But that only made him pick up the pace, your nails dug into the flesh on his back while his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he kept pounding into you as you both chased your highs.

You whined and moaned into his mouth as you climaxed, hands tightly clutching his shoulder as your body grew limp against him.

Changbin thrusts deep and hard for a few times more to finally cum inside you, immediately pulling out with his cum dripping down your thigh. Changbin pressed a hard kiss on your lips, and you eagerly returned with the same enthusiasm as he slowly put your feet down again.

You sighed as he let go of his hold around you, not that you didn't like it, but you could see the crescent marks of his nails blooming on your skin, and your hips ached when you move.

Still, you smiled at him and put your hands around his neck as he brought both of your bodies under the shower again.

Changbin made it obvious that something had happened between you and him.

He couldn't stop staring at you with a foolish smile on his face during breakfast that you had to cover your face with your book.

"Why did you leave last night?" Your brother asked him.

Changbin shifted his gaze somewhere and cleared his throat, "I don't feel well," he answered.

"Did something happen?" He asked your brother, just in case he caught something he wasn't supposed to.

Your brother groaned, "the usual, I passed out and woke up at my friend's house," he answered.

Your father flicked the ash off his cigarette, "you should calm down on the drinking, son," he said.

"I know," your brother replied, "should we go fishing, dad?"

Then they started talking about fishing spots and what kind of fish they would get.

Changbin's attention drifted back to you as their conversation drowned out with his thoughts, where he kissed you in the lake, and you took him into the shower, the gratifying feeling of untying your bikini open like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present.

When your brother fell asleep on the hammock after lunch, Changbin sneaked into your bedroom and found you were reading on your bed.

"How bold of you, sir!" You said to him as he leaned against your door.

He sauntered to your bed and smiled, "I can't help it," he said, then sat on the edge of the bed.

You covered half of your face with the book and smiled at him.

He looked at you and took the book, closed the book, and put it on the bedside table.

When he turned his head, you caught his lips with your lips instead, kissing him first. It took him by surprise, he was quick to respond to the kiss, held your face by your jaw, and deepened the kiss.

He eventually got on the bed, hovered above you as he kissed you down, hands roaming around your clothed body, kneading, pinching on your flesh.

"I guess my brother is napping somewhere right now?" You playfully asked him.

Changbin pecked your lips, "backyard, in the hammock," he shortly replied, then sank his mouth on yours again.

His hand went down to your thigh, slipped it under the hem of your dress, rubbed his palm on the smooth of your skin, then he touched your scar.

Your hand immediately flew to his and stopped him there, put his hand away.

"I-" you paused and sat up on the bed, sending Changbin tipped to the side and onto the bed, "I don't feel comfortable with you touching my scar," you meekly said.

Changbin got quiet, he thought that since he had seen your scars it was okay for him to touch them too, he felt bad for being insensitive.

"I am sorry," he quickly apologized.

He caressed your cheek, tenderly as he would to a flower, "you're beautiful to me no matter what," he softly spoke, running a thumb over your lips.

"CHANGBIN!!!"

Changbin jolted on the bed listening to your brother calling him from afar.

"You'd better get back," you said to him.

He nodded, "Can I at least get a kiss before I get back?"

You smiled then leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips, and when you pulled away, he brought your face close again to steal another kiss.

He shot you a smile before leaving your bedroom and closed the door behind him without making a sound, he quickly went to his bedroom and pretended he just napped in his room.

A while later, your brother came into his room through the connecting door, "my friend is throwing a party tonight," he informed, then collapsed onto the bed next to him, "let's go after dinner,"

Changbin mumbled his answer like he just woke up from his sleep.

Your brother suddenly sniffed his shirt, "you smell like my sister," he said in an accusing tone.

Changbin's heart skipped a beat.

"Did you use her shampoo?" Your brother asked with eyebrows furrowed, "the one in the pink bottle in our bathroom?"

Changbin stifled a nod with his heart beating out of his chest.

"Ah, that's why," your brother exclaimed.

Changbin turned on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

The party went on the whole night, and Changbin stayed to the very end to make up for leaving your brother at the bonfire that night.

Your brother successfully went home still sober enough to walk on his own even though Changbin had to assist him in climbing up the stairs and lay him down on his bed.

He dragged himself to the bedroom, tired and half-drunk, he thought of coming to your bedroom but knowing that it was almost 4 in the morning, it would be better if he leave you to rest.

He woke up late the next morning, then walked into your brother's bedroom to find that he was still sleeping too.

He woke him up and went downstairs together, where your mom had prepared plates of food for them for missing breakfast.

After that, went to sit on the sunchairs and tried to fully sober up by shaking up some sun.

"Hey sist," your brother said as he spotted you coming to the pool, "they missed you at the party last night," he said to you.

You gave him a lopsided smile, "let me guess, you guys went sledding down the stairs again?" You asked.

Your brother laughed, "never gets old," he remarked.

Changbin's eyes were fully on you, he couldn't quite decipher the expression on your face, but what happened next, made it hard for him to keep his cool.

You took off your dress, revealing your body in your navy blue swimsuit, then walked to the edge of the pool, flashed a smile at him before jumping into the water.

Your brother didn't even steer on his sunchair but reclined on his seat with his sunglasses on, unaware of how magnificent you looked diving under the water.

Changbin swallowed and sighed and swallowed again the whole time he watched it, trying to contain his excitement from watching you swimming next to your brother.

He watched as you took a few laps around the pool before getting out of the pool.

You wiped the water from your face, then twirled your hair around your hand, drops of water dripping down your body, you picked up your dress from the grass and took it with you back inside the house.

If your brother weren't there, he would have gotten into the pool with you and done more than just swimming with you.

"Honey, can you drive me to town?" Your mother appeared behind him, snapped him out of his daze, "I need to buy some groceries,"

Your brother got up from the sunchair, "yeah, sure," he answered your mom.

Changbin knew that your brother would ask him to come along, but the problem was, he wanted to stay.

Your brother sighed and took his shirt with him, "you don't have to come, I won't be long," he said, then headed into the house.

After watching the car get out of the gate, Changbin ran back inside the house, met your dad on his way to his study room then went upstairs to your bedroom.

He knocked on your bedroom door this time because he knew no one else at home except for your dad, who probably reading in his study.

But after a while, you didn't open the door so he let himself in and closed the door behind him, he was about to check the bathroom when you came out from there in your bathrobe.

"Can't help yourself, huh?" You asked him with a sly smile.

He smirked, "you teased me first," he defended.

Changbin walked up to you with his impatient hand reached for the tie of your bathrobe, again feeling like a kid impatiently unwrapping his Christmas gift.

But you pushed him in the direction of the bed instead, until the back of his legs hit your bedframe, he pulled you with him, sending you both crashing onto the bed.

He easily had you pinned underneath him in a few seconds, staring deep into your eyes as his hands parted your bathrobe open.

He kissed your mouth and from there, made a trail of kisses down your body until his mouth landed on your delicate flesh.

He kissed your inner thigh that led him back to your heating core, then spread your legs open so he could see your gushing cunt, so wet for him.

Changbin hummed, his mind went haywire at the lustful sight. He stuck out his tongue and ran a long, wet lick down your slit.

You squirmed a little, slipping your hand into his hair and gently tugging at it.

He vigorously licked your cunt with his thumbs circling on your clit, lapping and sucking your essence, thoroughly enjoying it.

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans as you arched your back, seeking more friction and Changbin mercilessly taking your cunt into his mouth.

It didn't take long for you to cum with his mouth on yours, almost clamped his head between your thighs if he wasn't keeping it open with his strong arms.

He kissed your thighs as you relished the immense pleasure of your sweet release, pulling his head back to meet yours so you could kiss him, tasting yourself on his mouth.

"Were you testing me earlier?" He asked you with his face hovered a few inches above you.

You shook your head with a sly smile on your face.

"You did that on purpose, I knew it," he said, then planted a sloppy kiss on your open mouth.

He put a hand on your backside and squeezed on your ass, "You're so bad," he said again your lips while you giggled.

"What if your brother finds out?" He asked you.

"What if my brother finds out?" You asked back at him with an eyebrow raised.

Changbin got quiet, he had been thinking about this for a while now. He thought of telling him about it, come clean about him dating you behind his back so he could freely be with you without having to hide from anyone in the house.

Part of him wanted that, but another part of him was afraid that it would change the dynamic of his friendship with your brother.

As if his mind called out to him, he heard a car pulling up in the driveway and knew right away, your brother had just come back from the town.

"You'd better get back," you said to him, then sat up on the bed, fixed your bathrobe.

You looked at him and smiled, "one more kiss?"

He nodded.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, just like you expected, he stole another kiss, a long, lingering one before walking out of the door.

The next day after lunch, he packed some clothes and shoved them into a backpack. Your brother and his friends were going to another beach to surf, he didn't know a thing about surfing, but he could try.

He went downstairs, carrying his backpack in his hand, and bumped into your mother on the base of the stairs, "heard you guys going surfing?" She asked.

Changbin courteously smiled and nodded, as he and your mom walked to the car on the driveway, saw your brother loaded his things into the trunk.

Changbin handed his backpack to him, and he put it inside the trunk, he spotted another bag, but it was probably one of your brother's.

"Please, be careful!" Your mother said to him and your brother.

You appeared from behind her, carrying a tote bag you always carried whenever you went swimming. You kissed your mother's cheek, "see you later, mom!" You said to her.

"Have fun, honey," she said to you and kissed your cheek back.

You walked in his direction but walked past him to get inside the backseat of the car.

Changbin didn't think you would come for surfing, he couldn't hide his smile as he got into the passenger's side and saw you through the rearview mirror, saw you stared back at him through the reflection.

The drive took almost an hour, when you arrived there all of your friends were there, you had been friends with them since childhood and everyone knows everyone in a small town like this, you and your brother shared the same friends because you grew up together.

Everyone stripped off their clothes almost immediately once they were gathered on the beach, the raging waves excited them that they couldn't wait to surf.

Changbin tried not to look at you as you unbuttoned your shirt and slid it off, you were wearing a pair of white bikinis, and he could see your nipples poking through the fabric.

You caught him looking at you and softly chuckled, continued to take off your denim shorts next and put them on the pile next to your tote bag.

Your brother handed you a tube of sunblock, "please, do my back," he ordered you, then stood in front of you.

You put a big dollop of sunblock on your palm and applied it on your brother's back, making sure his skin was thoroughly covered with it.

"Thanks, sist," he said without looking back, then broke into a run as he saw most of his friends were already got into the water.

You put some sunblock on yourself, lather every inch of skin to shield it from the harsh sunlight. Changbin was about to offer his help when a friend of yours came up and stole the chance from him.

"Come here, let me do it for you," he said to you as he took the sunblock from you.

You could see the hint of jealousy in his eyes as he watched some guy touch your back and could feel the smoothness of your skin.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he said as his hand went to your lower back

"You can always come to my house if you want to play," you said to him as you applied some of the sunblocks on your arms.

"Maybe I will," he said, then laughed.

And you laughed along with him.

Changbin's jaws tightened, witnessed the two of you flirting right in front of his eyes, he so badly wanted to take you away and have him for himself.

"Changbin! Come on!" Your brother shouted from across the beach, gesturing him to join him. He stomped his way to the water, but the surfing lesson pretty much occupied his mind that he didn't think about anything but trying to balance his body on the surfboard.

He was so bad at it, your brother was so done teaching him how to surf while his other friends giggling watched him fell off his board so many times.

He went ashore along with your brother, shoulders slumped, wet and exhausted.

"Dude, it's okay, you can't be good at everything," your brother said to him as he patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, sist," your brother called for you, gestured you to come at him

You planted the end of your surfboard on the sand, picked up a bottle of water from the picnic basket, took a long gulp.

"Can you stay with Changbin? I and the other are going to catch some waves," he said to you.

You nodded and gasped as you swallowed the water, "yeah, sure," you answered.

"She'll teach you, she's a better teacher than me," your brother said to Changbin, then ran back to where his friends were with his surfboard.

You took another gulp, then handed it to Changbin, slyly smiled at him, "you might want to dehydrate first," you said to him.

Maybe it was because of you that he began to get the hang of surfing, he couldn't really stand on the board yet, but he knew how to paddle through the waves.

When he fell over his board, you rushed to come to him and helped him get up.

"You okay?" You asked him.

He laughed, somehow it was fun even though he kept failing, but the worst that could happen was him getting into the water.

"Yeah, I'm good," he answered.

He sighed and picked up his board, "let's do it again!"

You picked smaller and steady waves for him, not going too far inside the sea and shouting out instructions when he paddled through.

He didn't know how much time he had spent time but when he paddle back into the sea, the sun was about to set.

He sat on his board and you sat on yours, looking at the sun that slowly sinks into the sea with a burst of golden on the sky.

He turned his head at you, looking at your face glowed with the last golden rays of the sun, and he reached for your hand, then clasped it with yours.

You looked back at him, at his warm smile that somehow felt warmer than the glowing sunset.

"Should we head back now?" You asked him.

"A little bit more," he answered and stayed for a moment until the last sliver of sun disappeared from the sky.

You volunteered to be the one who drove the car home since you were the only one who knew the way back beside your brother, your brother had a few drinks earlier, worried that he might not be sober enough to drive. You were right though, he passed out after a few minutes of drive, curled up on the backseat of the car.

"You can sleep if you're tired too," you said to Changbin who sat on the passenger's side.

He shook his head, "no, I'm good," he said.

"So, what do you think?"

"What?"

"Surfing," you answered and put the hair behind your ear from getting blown up by the wind from the car window.

Changbin went on to help you tame the hair, "It's hard,"

You softly chuckled, "was I tough on you as your surfing instructor?"

"Just a little," he answered with a sly smirk.

You laughed at his answer, and all of a sudden, he kissed your cheek.

"What's that for?" You asked.

"For being a tough but good surfing instructor," he answered with his face still leaning close to you, then pressed another kiss on your temple.

By the time you arrived home, it was past midnight. Changbin helped your brother climb the stairs while you took their things behind them, and dropped them in your brother's bedroom.

Changbin walked you to your bedroom while hugging you from the back, "Goodnight," he whispered into your ear.

You pulled him into the bed instead, "come lay down with me for a while," you asked him.

How could he say no to this? He got on the bed and lay next to you, took your head, and rested it on his chest.

"The comfiest pillow in the world," you playfully said.

Changbin laughed as he rubbed your back, fingertips lightly trailing your bare skin.

"Who's that guy who put sunblock on you?" He asked out of the blue.

"Lee?"

"Huh?"

"That's Lee, we've been friends since we were five. He used to be so skinny and had crooked teeth," you said to him.

"And all of sudden, he's a hunk of a man?" He asked.

You laughed, "Changbin, stop being jealous," you mumbled with your eyes closed.

"I'm not," he denied, then smacked his lips together, "I'm not jealous," he insisted.

You grabbed his chin and pecked on his lips, "I pick you over any man," you said to him, then nuzzled your head on his chest.

"I told you, I'm not jealous," he complained, but at the same time, couldn't contain his gleeful smile at your words.

You fell asleep after a few minutes of him rubbing your back and caressing your head, he carefully removed himself from you to get back to his bedroom, didn't forget to kiss your forehead, and whispered goodnight to you.

Changbin was definitely jealous.

He was happy that the first thing he saw when he went out of the house was you reading a book with your body in the pool, but his smile faded the moment he saw Lee was also in there, leaning against the wall of the pool leaving a small space between you and him.

He couldn't really see you since you wore that big sunglasses of yours, but you were certainly talking to him.

"Lee, come on! Get out of the pool!" Your brother suddenly said to him

"What?" Lee asked in confusion.

"Let's play volleyball," your brother said, then outstretched his hand at him to pull him out of the pool.

Changbin followed behind them, everyone else was already there.

You followed not long after, putting on your denim shorts and watching from the sideline, on the grass with the other.

The game got heated when the rival team, Lee's team got one man down, and he pulled you to replace him.

Changbin never thought you would be good at volleyball as you kept scoring for the team, the scores he didn't mind, but all the side hug Lee gave you for every time you scored bothered him so much.

You asked out once you got tired, then headed back to the house and searched for your mom, "Mom, do we have ice packs?"

You looked inside the fridge and went looking for it.

"It's on the lower freezer," your mother answered.

"Your shoulder hurt again?" She asked.

"I played volleyball," you answered with a grimace.

Your mother glared at you.

"It was fun, mom, I can't help it," you explained, then sat on the stool pushed to the kitchen island.

Your mother went behind you and helped compress your shoulder with the ice packs, letting the cold seep into your skin.

Changbin and your brother came trudging through the kitchen door, going straight to the fridge to take two cans of soda.

"Hurt yourself again, sist?" Your brother asked you.

You put on a thin smile, "just the usual,"

"Great spikes, by the way!" Your brother held up his hand for a high-five.

You clapped your hand with him, "Thanks!"

Changbin looked at you with such weariness but followed your brother back to the bedroom.

"Is she okay?" Changbin asked your brother as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

Your brother took a big gulp of his soda and gasped, "she's not supposed to use her shoulder too much," he explained, then plopped onto the rolling chair, "don't worry, she's okay," he added.

Changbin had been standing in the middle of the room for quite some time that it baffled your brother, "if you worry that much, I might think you date my sister," he said as he swiveled on his chair.

Changbin got quiet, tongue-tied, he felt exposed, and maybe this was the right time to come clean.

"Let's go shower, we have another bonfire tonight," your brother said, then went into the bathroom.

Maybe he would tell him later after the bonfire.

But he couldn't stay still during the bonfire, he didn't even want to be there in the first place, he wanted to check on you and see if you were alright.

"Here, have a drink," your brother handed him a bottle of beer, "you look like you need it," he added.

Changbin took the bottle but did not take a sip, he just stared at it.

Your brother nudged his side, "go on, drink it," he said to you.

"I'm dating your sister," he blurted out like that but thankfully not loud enough for everyone to hear.

Your brother burst out laughing, "dude, you think I wouldn't know if you've been secretly fooling around my sister?" He asked him.

Changbin blinked, he couldn't guess if that was a real question or he had known it for some time now.

"And you think I would be mad?" He asked again.

He took a sip of his beer, "she's her own person, okay? She's allowed to date whoever she wants," he explained.

"I just think that you would be mad for dated her behind your back," Changbin said.

"A little," your brother answered along with a shrug, "it's alright, really," he assured him.

Changbin put his bottle of beer down on the warm sand and licked his lips, he didn't know how to properly explain how things got here.

"You don't need to explain, just go and make sure she's alright," your brother told him.

Changbin once again got amazed with the bonds you have, at first glance, he thought your brother was indifferent, but he actually cared for you, respected you as your own person, and protected you as an older brother would to his younger sister.

"I'll see you home," Changbin said to him, then left the beach.

You were lying on your side when he entered your room, and he didn't waste time to get on, lying behind you and putting his hand around you.

You stirred in your sleep, feeling his arms around you and your first thought was there must be something wrong.

"What's wrong?" you mumbled to him.

Changbin buried his head in the crook of your neck, "Nothing," he sighed, "It's just that... I've never been this happy for a while," he answered.

You smiled and turned on your bed to face him, softly placed your lips on his, just feeling each other's lips, then rest your head on his chest.

Changbin rubbed your shoulder, "Is your shoulder okay?"

"Mmh," you hummed your answer, "It's okay now, don't worry!" you assured him.

"Go back to sleep then," he said to you, then kissed the top of your head.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Yes," Changbin said without the slightest of doubt and drew you closer to him.

It felt good that he didn't have to worry about getting found out by your brother, he didn't have to hide his feelings for you again, and he could freely touch you whenever he wanted.

He kissed your bare shoulder, then let himself drift to sleep with all those nice thoughts in his head.

Changbin spent every night sleeping in your bedroom ever since, making sure your brother was already sleeping before sneaking into your bedroom.

You went out for a swim in a lake one night and made out under the moonlight just like he wanted.

During the day, you swam in the pool together with your brother there too, acting clueless about your relationship and keeping his cool about it.

When Changbin couldn't help himself, he took you to your mother's greenhouse and making out with you there, accidentally broke one of your mother's potted plants.

One day, you came into his bedroom when your brother was napping in the next room, found Changbin was sitting on his bed, playing with his phone.

You sat on his lap, straddling him, kissing him that he didn't have any other option but returned the kiss.

"Your brother is sleeping in the next room," he whispered into your ear.

"I know," you whispered back.

He sighed and sensed that you were up to no good.

"Let's go to your room," he said and tried to get you off his lap.

You resisted and whined like a little kid, kissing him more to melt him down.

You kissed her neck, slightly sticking out your tongue to make a wet trail on his neck, then kissed the skin behind his ear.

"I want to taste you in my mouth," you whispered to him with your lips grazing his earlobe.

Changbin's cock twitched inside his jeans, got hard in an instant, and he broke into a cold sweat just from the thought of it.

You kissed him again for a few moments to finally kneel on the floor in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes as your hands worked open his jeans.

"What if your brother hears us?" He asked you.

"Then try not making any noise," you answered and pulled his erection out of his underwear.

You pumped his length, hands softly stroked the swollen flesh while looking up at him.

"You're so bad," he said to you as he cupped your jaw in his hand and bit his lower lip.

You softly giggled and brought the tip of his cock close to your mouth but not quite making contact with it yet.

You slowly opened up your mouth with your eyes locked with his, then licked the head of his cock, wetting it with your saliva.

Changbin whimpered, you hadn't put his cock in your mouth yet he already couldn't stay still on his seat.

You licked the underside of his cock in one long lick, then smiled at him, making him grunt with his hand fisted the sheet.

"Shhh," you shush him, "you don't want us to get caught, right?" You teased then without warning, put his cock in your mouth.

Changbin pressed his lips together, trying not to make any sound that would trigger your brother in the next room.

But his eyes intently watched as you took his length little by little until it was wholly inside your mouth.

You had to pull out the first time and gasped for air, "you're so big," you softly exclaimed, wiping a string of saliva down your chin with the back of your hand.

"I know you can take it," he said to you.

You giggled, then put his cock in your mouth again, reorganizing your breath to finally be able to suck him off, going up and down his length.

He put all of your hair to one side to give him a clear view of how nicely your mouth wrapped around his big cock.

The moans you made with your mouth full of his cock, vibrated and made Changbin lose all sense of control.

He bucked his hips at you, fucking your mouth and you felt so aroused that your hand went down to play with your clit.

"Oh, your mouth feels good around me," Changbin murmured.

You smirked with your mouth full of him.

"Look at you touching yourself with your mouth full of my cock," he cooed and caressed your jaw.

His hand went to the back of your head and took a fistful of your hair, guiding you to his preferred pace, up and down his length.

Changbin might have lost in the pleasure, he roughly pulled at your hair too hard he could feel your whines around him.

"You wanted your brother to see you full of my cock, huh?" He said to you to make you stop whining.

Changbin bucked his hips hard a few times that he couldn't pull out just in time to cum outside, when he pulled out, he saw his cum inside your mouth as you gasped for air.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to cum inside you," he said to you, then saw you swallowed all of it.

His cock twitched at such pornographic view, extremely aroused him in an inexplicably way.

He rubbed your jaws, "such a good girl!" He cooed.

"You want me to finish your mess?" He asked, eyeing the way your hand went inside your skirt to touch yourself.

He got you up from the floor and took you to the face the desk pushed to the bedroom window, from there you could see the view of the gate and your mother's greenhouse.

"Bend down for me," he ordered.

You complied, laying your hands flat on the wooden desk and bending down against it.

His hand went to trail down the arch of your back before slipping his hand down your core, palming your clothed cunt with your underwear damp from your fingering yourself.

He scrunched up your skirt and ripped your underwear with such force, a gasp slipped past your mouth.

"Be quiet," he reminded you.

You locked your jaws together as he inserted his fingers inside you, drenching you out before he pushed his length in.

A muffled moan escaped his gritted teeth as he bottomed out, he brought his mouth close to your ear, "now try not to make a sound as I fuck you hard, okay?"

You shuddered at his sweet taunting but were excited to find out if he would do that to you.

And he did, he fucked you really hard you had a hard time trying to stay quiet, your hands gripped the end of the desk with eyes screwed shut as you took every of his hard and shallow thrusts.

You cried as he nudged the right spot inside you that Changbin immediately shoved his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans as he relentlessly rammed into you.

"Good girl doesn't make any noise," he reminded you.

And maybe it was because you were already halfway there when he began fucking that you cum not long after, legs trembling and your hand clutching onto his big arms from falling onto the floor.

With one arm holding you by your waist, he thrust into you a few times more to finally cum inside you and sank his teeth onto your shoulder as he released inside you.

You yelped and quickly closed your mouth, stood on your feet as you felt like you didn't really touch the floor.

"Such a good girl for me," he said as he angled your head to kiss you.

You giggled into his mouth, putting your hands on your waist.

"Come to the bonfire with me," he said to you.

"Okay," you shortly replied.

Changbin came to the bonfire with your brother, you promised to catch up with him as soon as you were done helping your father with something in his study.

"If I could help my father, I would," your brother said to him as he sat next to Changbin on a log of a fallen tree, "too bad I don't have the brain for it," he said.

"Huh?" Changbin looked at him with a confused look.

"My sister is the brain of our family and the only one who can help my father with his research paper," your brother elaborated.

"She'll come, don't worry," he added, then sipped his beer.

Changbin awkwardly laughed, he must have seemed jittery waiting for you for a while now.

"At first, I thought that I would hate anyone who dated my sister because well, she's my sister," your brother said, "but I'm glad it's you,"

"Are you trying to praise me here or what?" Changbin joked.

"I'm serious," your brother sternly said.

"Well, thank you," Changbin softly muttered with utmost sincerity.

"But I won't be glad to fight you if hurt her," he said.

"I told you, I won't," Changbin convinced him, then took a small sip of his beer.

"But it's bound to happen," your brother said, "you'll be leaving in a few days,"

And Changbin didn't need the reminder of his time was about to come to an end in here, that he'd be back to the city, to his dull routine, away from the beach, from your old house with its creaking doors, from your mother's homegrown apples, and ultimately, away from you.

"What are you going to do about it?" Your brother asked you.

Changbin honestly didn't know. He had been avoiding such questions that his subconscious asked him every night before sleep, he hated the thought of not having all these things in a few days. His mouth got dry as the truth got the best of him.

Just like the thought rang and signaled you to come, he saw you came to the beach, and you waved at your friends as you made your way to him.

"You want any beer, sist?" Your brother asked you.

You took his bottle instead and took a sip, then winced, "I'll never understand why you like beer," you said to him and handed him his bottle of beer back.

"Hey," you said to Changbin as you sat next to him.

"Hi," he said back, putting a hand around your shoulder, "done with helping your father?"

You shook your head, "I got a headache if I stay any longer," you said, then pecked his lips.

Changbin would never get used to it, kissing you in front of your brother, so far it had always been you who kissed him first.

"Want to take a walk?" He asked you, he wanted to get a bit of privacy to talk about the things he talked about earlier with your brother.

"Okay," you answered.

You walked in silence, listening to waves breaking as you walked along the shoreline, holding hands, and stopped to look at the moon with a part of it that went dark.

"Come with me," Changbin said.

"Where?"

"Back to the city," he replied.

You chuckled, "sure, I'd love to,"

It was supposed to make him happy, but your fast answer only confused him, "really?"

"Yeah," you answered.

"But not right now," you quickly added.

Changbin knew that you hadn't really finished your sentence.

"I still need some time to figure out what I want to do with my life," you explained to him.

"I don't want to part with you," he sadly said, his eyes looked sad when he said it.

"Just a little bit more time," you said to him.

"Swimming used to be the word that defines me, and now I need to find another word for it," you elaborated, facing him and looking at him in the eyes as you spoke.

"You are more than just a word," he said to you along with a caress on your cheek.

"I know," you placed a hand on his, "and we're not parting, we'd just be temporarily in different places with each other," you lightly stated.

Changbin laughed and pecked at your lips at how adorable you looked as he held your face in his hands, "you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he muttered, his breath brushing the skin on your face as he spoke.

He leaned in, captured your lips in his in a searing kiss, tasting the summer on your lips, and let his lungs burn from running out of oxygen.

You ended up the one who let go of the kiss, "let's go swimming," you invited.

You stripped off both of your clothes, skinny dipping in the dark with the pale moonlight shining down on you.

Your bodies tangled together in the water, salty and warm, smooth and rough. You held on to him with your hands around his neck, staring into each other’s eyes as both of your bodies floated, swaying with every passing of the current.

"I love you," he said to you, it surprised him how easily he said those words while his heart felt like about to burst into pieces.

"I love you," you said back, knowing well enough how much those words burden you but set you free at the same time.

Changbin took you home after with one destination in mind, your bed.

With all these feelings overflowed inside him, he wanted so badly to make love to you, channeling all the feelings he had in him to you.

He wanted to make you feel loved, to let you know how much you meant to him, the only one who could shake up his world and make it alright in a turn of a night.

And you spread your legs open for him, surrendered yourself to him, not giving up but giving in.

Changbin had to hold himself back not to lose himself as he pounded into you, his hands propped on each side of your head, going in and out of you with eyes bore deep into you.

His hips incessantly moving, thrusting, going as shallow as possible, making you moan, whimper, and whined underneath him.

"Please, please," you said to him as you sensed your climax was closing in.

Changbin picked up the pace, jackhammer into you with all the strength he got in him until you cum around him, and he cum not long after.

He stayed inside you, not willing to pull out of you yet, cuddling you, enveloping you in his embrace until you both fell asleep with him still inside you.

Changbin got awoken in the break of dawn, he got up and saw the sun peeking out from the horizon as he looked at the beach in the distance.

He looked down at you who were deep in your slumber, looking like a fallen angel with your cheek pressed onto the pillow.

He ran a thumb over your lips before his took over, gave your lips an innocent, sweet kiss that made you steer in your sleep.

He pulled the blanket to the side and exposed your naked body for his eyes to lust on, soft and smooth as far as his hand went. He slumped on the bed so he could kiss your body, worshipping every inch of it because you were beautiful to him.

"Changbin?" You mumbled and saw his head rested on your stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he said, then kissed the skin close to your belly button.

You softly smiled, the butterflies in your stomach began flying around.

Changbin put his hand on the scar on your hip, and your hand flew to his.

"Let me touch you, please?" He pleaded.

You put your hand away from his and let him have his way with you.

Using his fingertips, Changbin trailed the indentation the scar made on your flesh and the stitches marks to where it ended on your mid-thigh.

He replaced his hand with his mouth next, kissing your scar to show you just how much he admired it the same as other parts of your body.

"You're perfect to me," Changbin whimpered between his kisses.

You lowly moaned, feeling so appreciated and worshipped by him. You felt ashamed knowing someone else loved your scar and not you, it wasn't something that you should be ashamed of in the first place, it showed you how much you fought in life.

You held him, grateful for him for showing you how much you deserve to be loved.

You turned over and had him under you, you kissed his mouth as you sat on his legs.

Changbin had his hands under his head, watching you fucking him, your breasts jiggling, and your eyes were on him.

It felt different to see your body in daylight, he could see you clearly, you have a faint mole under your left breast, tan lines of your bikini top, you have a birthmark on your lower ribcage, and when the sun hit your eyes, they were light brown.

Changbin sat up so he could kiss you.

You reclined and bent your knees with your feet flat on the bed, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his thigh, and began moving again.

With your breasts right in front of his eyes, Changbin took the opportunity to play with them, fondled them, sucking each one in turns and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

When you cum around him, you let out a loud moan that you muffled with your hand covering your mouth while Changbin suppressed his by pressing his mouth on your neck as he climaxed.

"Who needs breakfast, huh?" Changbin said as he held you close, panting and licking his lips.

You lightly chuckled, "I still need coffee though," you responded.

"And I need to drink your mom's freshly squeezed orange juice," Changbin added.

Changbin kept reminding himself not to fuss about the summer vacation about to end.

He occupied himself with you, did so many things as he could with you, swimming in the lake at night and on the beach during the day, went to buy ice cream and switched when yours about to finish, sleeping in your bedroom every night and went back to his bedroom in the morning, making out in your mom's greenhouse and tried not to break her potted plants, rubbed each other’s feet under the table during dinner and stole a few kisses in between when your parents weren't looking.

When the day came, he stayed a little longer in your bed, holding you as much as he could, drinking in your sense that would remind him of the best summer he ever had for bringing you into his life.

"Last breakfast together!" Your mother crooned from across the table.

Everyone's attention darted to Changbin, who sat next to your brother and across from you.

"I can't believe a month has passed," your father added, he didn't smoke this morning but on his second cup of coffee already.

"Stay for another week!" Your father teased while patting him on the shoulder.

"I told you, dad, this man has a fixed schedule," your brother explained, saving Changbin from the trouble.

"It's too early for wine, but I'm going to make us mimosas," your mother announced then left to the kitchen.

"How was it? Living with us for a month?" Your father asked him.

Changbin didn't plan on getting sentimental about it, but the question made all the memories he made in here flash through his mind like a movie in a fast-forward. Your family had been treating him not less like their own child, your brother had been nothing but a good friend and a brother that he never had, and you, you were a godsend.

"To be honest, I never want to leave," he answered, summed up his answer into an honest, shorter version.

"Then don't!" Your father responded.

Your mom came back with a tray of Champagne flutes filled with mimosas and handed everyone a glass.

"A toast to Changbin, our most cherished guest this summer," your father announced as he held his glass up in the air.

Everyone clanged their glasses together and collectively took a sip.

"I want to say thank you for letting me stay here for a month, and enjoyed all these delightful things. Thank you so much," he sincerely said.

Your mother cooed, "Please, don't hesitate to visit us anytime you want. Our town is beautiful in winter too," she said to him

"Of course! Please let me know if you ever come to the city," he said back.

Your mother put an arm around you and squeezed your shoulder, "what do you think, honey? Isn't it nice having him here?"

You took a sip of your mimosa and smiled, "yes," you replied.

He saw a glint of sadness in your eyes that he quickly looked away, afraid that he might get caught in the feelings, didn't want to make it sadder than it already was.

Changbin also got a hunch that your parents actually knew you were together, they knew but kept it to themselves.

Changbin put the last bag into the trunk and when he turned around, your parents were standing in front of the door of the house.

He walked up to them to deliver his farewell, "Thank you once again!" He said to him.

Your father shook his hand and pulled him into a quick hug, while your mom hugged him as a mother would then kissed his cheek, "take care, Changbin," she said to him.

He saw you appear from the side of the house and made your way to him, "we're not parting, okay?" You reminded him.

He nodded, "I know,"

You threw your hands around his neck and hugged him, "take care," you said to him even though there was so much more you wanted to say.

"Stay away from Lee, okay?" He said to you.

You laughed, and it reverberated throughout your body, you hummed your answer to finally let go of the hug.

You looked into each other’s eyes and were aware of other pairs of eyes watching you right now.

Changbin threw away all of the fears he had inside of him and braved himself to kiss you, kissing you properly because he knew he would regret it if he didn't.

"See you again," he said when he let go of the kiss.

"See you again," you said back and watched as he got into the car.

Your brother honked the horn twice to finally drive away, out of the house, taking him away from you, and ended your summer.

When you walked back to the direction of the house, your mother opened her arms wide at you, and you ran to hug her, melted into her embrace.

"Oh honey, you must be sad," she crooned and patted your head.

And you got sadder as your mom tried to comfort you, maybe it was the maternal instinct in her that sensed you were seeking consolation.

Your father rubbed your back, "the pain itself is love," he said to you.

And it was true, the pain was what made it real, what made you believe that it was more than just a summer fling, it was love.

A real, real love.

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DISTILLED.

Felix x reader. (s,f, a bit of angst)

Author's note: Breaking your trust issue (I created from Twin Flame) with this one!

Content warning: Mentions of smoking and alcohol as a way to cope with anxiety.

"Are you following me?"

You asked the guy who had been walking behind you since the moment you got out of the office right to where you were heading.

You recognized him as the new model in the company, he is gorgeous, of course. A slim face, sharp jaws, a button nose, and bleached blonde hair made him look like a fairy or an elf, or those beautiful mythical creatures in fantasy movies.

"Huh?" He pouted, or it seemed so to you cause his small lips were puckered, and his eyes widened at your question.

He pulled out his hands from his jacket pockets, "I'm actually on my way to the bar," he said, then pointed to the bar a few steps away from where you stood, the red neon sign flickered in the distance, which happened to be the place you were heading to.

Felix shrugged, then walked past you to the bar.

You weren't exactly being big-headed here by thinking you have someone stalked you, you were slightly concerned because who knows? Can't trust anyone these days.

You got into the bar and saw him already seated on one of the stools that faced the bar, you decided to sit on the opposite corner and ordered your drink.

When you got drunk enough, you stumbled on your way out and hugged yourself as you hailed a taxi.

Someone helped you get one, and it was him.

"I'm not following you," he quickly said, "just wanted to help," he added, then opened the taxi door for you.

You quickly got into the back of the taxi.

"Thanks," you muttered to him before closing the car door.

Funny thing is that wasn't the only time you met him in the bar, you met almost every night, after work.

It was either you came and saw him walk in, or he lifted his glass at you the moment he saw you coming to order your drink, him sitting in his usual spot next to a pool table and you in the corner of the bar drinking your liquor in silent.

You saw him talk to a few girls before, and you watched as he flirted with them but never saw him left with one, or maybe you didn’t watch long enough but at the end, you tried not to care so much.

And it became a habit, seeing each other in the bar, in the same place but not really together.

One night, he wasn't there and his stool was occupied by a stranger. Your liquor felt a little bitter that day and you wondered why?

You left early, walked out of the bar clutching your coat together to not let the cold seep in.

"You left early," someone said from behind you.

You looked over your shoulder and saw him, leaning against the wall next to the exit door, smoking a cigarette.

"The alcohol tastes weird today," you said to him with a soft smile, and that was odd because you didn't plan on it.

He tossed his cigarette butt on the concrete floor and stepped on it, "maybe we should start drinking together," he suggested, "I bet it will taste better,"

He stood there, waiting for your answer whether to come with him back inside the bar and drink with him or go home.

A taxi stopped by the side of the street and honked, "Taxi?" The driver asked.

You nodded.

"Maybe next time," you said to him, then got into the taxi.

He nodded and watched as you left with your taxi, leaving him alone outside the bar.

-

The next day at work, you accidentally met him in the lift, on your way down to the studio. A part of you was embarrassed about accusing him of stalking you once, and a part of you afraid that he would tell anyone at work about it, it was so awkward you wished you could shrink yourself into a microscopic size and not be seen by him.

You tried to avoid his eyes and looked away, it was so quiet inside the small chamber that you could hear the faintest sound of music playing through his headphones.

It was supposed to be a quick trip, but why did the lift work so damn slow that day, you just have no idea!

You glanced at him, and he was looking at you, his tongue poked the inside of his cheek with his mouth slightly parted open and hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

When the lift slid open, you immediately made your way out even though it was useless to avoid him since you'd be meeting him again for the photoshoot.

And worse, styling him yourself since you were the stylist.

Felix got out from the changing room and let you fix the clothes, pinned the part that need to be adjusted with some needle pins.

You styled him a few times already, but something about knowing each other’s secret made it feel a little bit uncomfortable.

"You didn't come to the bar last night," he said as you fixed the collar of his shirt.

In such proximity, you could see the freckles dusted both of his cheeks and on the bridge of his nose, how breathtaking it was, how beautiful!

You sighed to snap you out of the daze and adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, rolling it up to his elbow.

"I didn't feel well," you replied, a recollection of you curled up on the bed with your period cramps flashed through your mind.

"Are you going? Later?" He asked.

"No," you answered, you didn't even know if you wanted to go, but it was better to refuse, there are so many bars you could go to even if you decided to go. But it would be hard to find another bar where you can't bump into your coworkers or anyone else that you know.

"Too bad," he said, "I was hoping we can go together,"

It baffled you how his face didn't match his deep voice, sometimes you had to remind yourself it was really him talking to you.

You looked at the top button of his shirt, considering whether to let it open or not, you settled on the latter.

"Go to work!" You said to him and gently pushed him into the set.

You missed your bus home, or you saw it but decided not to get on it as you considered going to the bar, the temptation of having a few drinks and meeting him was hard to resist.

You eventually caved in, hailed a taxi to take you there.

You entered the bar, head snapped in the direction of his usual spot but didn't find him there. You laughed at yourself for being so disappointed not seeing him there, but since you were already there, you ordered a drink and sat on your usual corner, drinking your glass of liquor that burns the misery away.

"Can I sit here?" Someone asked.

You looked up and saw him, holding his drink, wearing a long-sleeved top that compliments his lean body.

"Sure," you answered.

He sat next to you, stretched out his legs in front of him, and reclined on his seat, "I can see why you like sitting here," he said.

It was the farthest booth in the bar where you could see the whole bar from there as you drink your alcohol.

"I know," you said.

As the night got late and the conversation flowed with every sip of drinks, ordered another when the glass magically drained by itself because of how much you talked to each other.

You got to learn more about him, that he's been modeling since he was a teenager, he had just come back from working out of the country, he was on a 3 months contract with your company and that he had been living with his ex-girlfriend since he hadn't got himself a place yet.

"Is that why you keep coming here?" You asked him, you didn't mean to shoot him that question but with the alcohol surging through your body, the filter in your head didn't work properly.

But Felix nodded then hissed when he tasted the bitter aftertaste of his alcohol.

"It's not easy looking for a place, I don't even know if I'll be staying long after the contract ends," he explained.

You played with your glass, watched as the ice on the bottom dissolved the longer you stared at it.

An idea went through your mind, "you know, actually, my roommate just moved out," you informed.

Felix's eyes widened, head tipped to the side, guessing where the conversation led this time.

"I've been looking for a roommate and haven't found one," you told him, then leaned forward on your seat.

"I mean if you're interested," you added.

Felix turned his head at you with his tongue poked the inside of his cheek again, "but I'm a guy," he said to you.

"Isn’t that obvious?" You asked him while rolling your eyes at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, "you don't mind having a guy roommate?"

"Well, you say it was only for a few months, so I don't really mind," you said with a shrug.

Maybe sober you wouldn't be this bold, but you never bothered having a male or female roommate in the first place, they were all the same to you.

Felix looked at you, and a smile slowly rose on his face, "I'd love that," he said.

He has an endearing smile, so warm, the kind that invited you to smile along with him, "I also kind of need the money," you quickly added.

He burst out laughing and almost spat his alcohol, "that's fair," he said to you

"Roommate?" You asked as you held your glass at him.

"Roommate," he said back, then clang his glass with you.

You collectively took sips of your alcohol with your eyes on each other.

-

Felix moved in at the end of the weekend.

His belongings weren't that much, just a few duffel bags and suitcases, you helped by dragging them to his bedroom that was once occupied by your best friend.

"I hope you don't mind sharing a bathroom with me!" You said as you dropped one of his bags on the bed.

"I don't mind at all!" He said, then put all of his suitcases to the corner of the room, then walked to open his duffel bag.

He rummaged inside and pulled out something, "I brought you something," he said.

You saw a bottle of liquor in his hand and grinned, "I like you already," you said to him.

You mixed the rum with cans of coke you have on the fridge, snacks scattered on the wooden table in the living room, sitting on the floor, and talking about random things.

"May I know who is your former roommate?" He asked out of pure curiosity.

You winced as you gulped your liquor, "A friend from college, we have lived together since the 2nd year of college," you answered.

"You must be really close," he said as he poured some coke into his glass.

You nodded, "so close to the point that I get so clingy to her," you admitted.

"Then why did she move out?"

"She moved in with her boyfriend because she got pregnant, so here I am," you answered, nursing your glass of liquor with a hand propped under your chin.

"Ah, I see," Felix exclaimed and gulped the last of his drink in one go.

You took a sip of your drink and laughed once you gulped it down your throat.

"I'm so drunk I can only taste the coke," you said to him.

Felix took a sip of your drink and laughed, "that's because it's only coke,"

You burst out laughing and finished your drink, "I think it's enough for me tonight," you said to him, slurring your words since you barely could keep your eyes open anymore.

"Me too," he said.

You got up from the floor and headed to your room, "Goodnight," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he shouted back before you closed the door behind him.

-

You were eating a bowl of cereal when Felix got up late on a Sunday, he walked out of his room with his messy hair with nothing but his sweatpants on.

"You look..." you trailed your words to find a word to describe his appearance, "charming!" You finished with a silly smile on your face.

Felix rubbed his eyes with his hand lingered on the doorknob of the bathroom door, "and you look..." he paused and looked at you, in your white tank top and shorts, reading glasses on, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, "cute!" He finished because he couldn't find another word to describe it.

When he got out of the bathroom, he found you in the kitchen.

"Coffee?" You asked without looking at him.

"Yes, please," he said, then sat on the stool pushed to the kitchen island.

You brought the coffee pot and put a mug in front of him, poured the steaming coffee into it. The smell of his first intake of caffeine woke him up in an instant that he hurriedly took a careful sip.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you as you washed also sipped your coffee across from him.

You hummed then leaned on the kitchen island, one hand propped on it and the other holding a coffee mug, "I'm going to my friend's house, she needs my help to paint her nursery room," you said.

Felix was looking at your face when you spoke but when his eyes caught the sight of your nipples poking through the fabric of your tank top, his mind almost went off the rail.

"What about you?" You asked back.

Felix took a big sip of his coffee this time, and it burned his tongue, "I'm meeting some friends for lunch," he answered.

You nodded then finished your coffee, "I used to cook breakfast, but since we both got up late, there's a cereal on the top cabinet," you informed him.

"Okay," Felix responded and tried to avoid looking down at your chest.

You put your dirty mug on the sink and walked back to your bedroom, touched his shoulder on your way, and said, "I'll take the first turn to shower then,"

And he couldn't help but look at your backside with shorts that barely covered it.

Apart from getting slightly shocked whenever you see him walking around the apartment half-naked, either he got no shirt on or with just a towel hanging low around his hips when he got out of the bathroom, you had no problem living with him.

Felix could be a serious person sometimes but he is a very warm person, totally the opposite of his appearance. He is also easy-going, relaxed, and always knows how to make the people around him comfortable with his presence and vice versa.

He agreed to not tell anyone that he is your roommate, because surprise! People would be judgemental about two opposite sex living in one apartment as roommates even though we live in the 21st century.

Also, you both agreed to never talk about personal things at work.

One day though, Felix got too relaxed as you altered his oversized sweater, kneeling in front of him to tuck one side of his sweater into his jeans and secured it with a safety pin.

"Let's watch that new movie on Netflix tonight," he said to you.

And maybe because you were also too comfortable with him, you said, "I don't want to watch a mellow, rom-com movie," you said to him.

"But I don't like horror," he said.

And that night, you relented and endured almost two hours of soppy, cheesy romantic movie where the guy gets the girl at the end.

"I need a drink," you said, then turned your head at him.

"At least, give me a moment to recover from the movie," he said to you.

You softly chuckled, didn't expect him to enjoy this kind of movie, everything you guessed about him was wrong.

Maybe it was wise to not judge a person by its cover.

"I'll get the drink then," you offered, taking the bottle of liquor you stashed under the sink.

It was nice to drink at home since Felix lived with you, everything felt right at its place, pleasant. Ultimately, it was nice having someone living with you again and not coming home to the vast emptiness and silence that made you seek for alcohol to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Felix was already in the kitchen when you walked out of the bathroom in your bathrobe and dried your hair with a towel.

"Good morning!" He said to you.

"Good morning!" You said back.

"I'll make coffee," he announced to you, "have a cup ready for you," he added.

You smiled at him, "thank you!"

As you sipped your coffee already dressed for work, Felix put an envelope full of cash inside, "here's the money for the rent," he said, "I'm not trying to be rude with the cash, but I haven't taken care of my bank account here so..."

You lightly laughed at him, "I understand, Felix," you acknowledged, "Thank you," you said and took the envelope with you.

You realized he put money worth of three months rent in there when you deposited it into your account during lunch break, you immediately called him on the phone.

"Felix, I thought we agreed that you only have to pay for two months' rent," you blabbered, feeling unease because you weren't really meant it when you said you needed the money.

You heard him chuckle at the end of the line, "it's okay. I put extra money for groceries and other things," he answered.

"I can't accept this. I'll give it back to you," you talked into the phone as you headed back to the office.

"Please don't! I'll be offended if you do," he said.

You pushed the button to get a lift back to your floor, "but this is a lot of money," you said to him.

When the lift slid open, you saw him inside and scoffed, he too smiled when he saw you getting into the lift.

You hung up the call and stood next to him, "Felix, we agre-"

"And I thought we agreed not to talk about personal things here," he cut you off.

"Just take it, please," he pleaded.

You sighed, felt uneasy getting that much money from him, but he was also right, it was rude for you to refuse his good intention.

"Okay," you relented, "drinks are on me tonight then!" You said to him.

You had been tossing and turning on your bed for a while, couldn't sleep with the silence that slowly swallowed you up from the inside, a silence that conjured so many unwanted thoughts, a silence that made you think out loud.

Then you heard the front door open, it must be Felix coming home late.

You heard his heavy footstep as he walked to his bedroom, you got up from the bed to check, went out of your bedroom, and saw his bedroom door left ajar.

You tiptoed your way and didn't know why you did it in your own apartment, poked your head inside just to see him sitting on his bed, smoking in the dark, half-naked.

"Hey," he said the moment he spotted you, "I thought you're sleeping,"

You sheepishly smiled at him with half of your body appearing from behind the door, "I can't sleep," you said.

"Want a smoke?" He offered.

You didn't smoke but felt invited to try again, you entered his bedroom and sat next to him on the bed, resting your back on the headboard.

He handed you his cigarette pack, but you took the one he smoked from between his lips. You took a slow, careful drag on the cigarette, then inhaled. Exhaled the fume after a few seconds, and saw smoke billowing out of your mouth.

He took the cigarette from you and took a haste drag, "you smoked before," he said to you as smoke came out of his nostrils.

You softly chuckled, "the last time I smoked was last year of college, I think," you told him.

"You don't mind me smoking in here, are you?" He asked.

You shook your head.

"I have the window open," Felix said, pointing to the window slightly left ajar that made the curtain fly out with every gust of wind.

"You came home late," you said.

Felix didn't reply but took another cigarette from the pack, lit it up right away with a lighter that made his face glow amber.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like an annoying roommate," you quickly added.

"No, no, no," Felix quickly denied, "I was out to get the rest of my things from my ex's house," he explained.

"Oh?" You didn't know what to say, this was news to you.

"I lived with her before I went abroad for work, so, yeah," he paused to take another drag of his smoke, "that was also why we broke up," he finished, then flicked the ash off his cigarette.

You felt bad for making him explain things that you didn't intend to find out, but also a bit surprised to know how serious his relationship was with his former partner.

"And here I thought you were really living out of suitcases," you playfully said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Felix chuckled, "that wasn't entirely wrong," he responded.

Somehow all these little talks and smoking in the dark made you feel drowsy that you slumped down, your head rested on the pillow of his bed.

"Do you mind if I lay down for a bit?" You mumbled to him, lying on your side to face him.

"Not at all," he replied.

But when you woke up, the sun shone through the window. Felix was still sleeping with his back facing you, half-naked with the skin of his back glowed under the morning sunlight.

You immediately walked out of his bedroom before he noticed that you slept on his bed until morning.

Once you were back inside your bedroom, you stood with your back leaning against the door and wondered how you could sleep that well without help from alcohol.

-

Felix was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his lap when you came out of the bedroom, running out of breath.

"Felix, I need your help," you said to him.

He looked up from his laptop, "what's up?"

"Wait here," you told him then went back inside your bedroom and came back with two dresses in soft colors.

You showed them to him, "Which one?" You asked.

Felix had a puzzled look on his face, "but you are a stylist," he said to you.

"And you think a stylist doesn't need opinions?" You rolled your eyes at him.

Felix took his time, biting on his thumb as he considered between the two dresses as his life depended on it.

"The left one," he finally answered.

Felix opted for the ivory-colored one with tiny flower prints on it and frilled sleeves.

"Okay," you said to him, agreeing with him.

"I'll put it on!" You said to him, then headed back to your bedroom to change.

You came up to him to help you with the zipper, and he helped you without you needing to say a word.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he pulled the zipper up.

"My friend's baby shower," you answered.

"Can I come with you?"

"Huh?"

"It's okay if I'm not allowed. I just don't have any plans for today," he said the plopped down back on the sofa.

"No, I mean, you'd probably get bored being there," you explained on the way you reacted to his question earlier.

"But there will be some drinks there, right?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

There were drinks there but not the kind that he expected, it was a baby shower, after all, the guests were mostly females, and a few kids were running around the place.

When you met your friend, you had to quickly introduce him before she gets the wrong idea, "Felix, my roommate," you introduced.

You handed her your gift for the baby, and Felix left you to catch up with your friend. And after a while, you looked for him, he was standing in the kitchen, eating fruit slices with a champagne flute in hand.

"I'm sorry for taking you here," you said as soon as you stood next to him.

Felix turned his head at you and shoved a strawberry into your mouth, "I'm the one who asked you to take me with you," he said.

You chewed on the strawberry and took the glass in his hand to wash it down with champagne. You put down the empty glass on the table and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go!" You said as you pulled him in the direction of the door.

"Where?"

"Get some real drinks!" You said.

It was a bit too soon for drinks that when you arrived at the bar you used to come to, there were only a few people there.

But it was nice because you both could play a game of pool and drinking in between.

Felix closed one eye to get a good aim of the cue ball he meant to hit but missed.

You mockingly laughed at him, "I hate to tell you this, but you suck," you said to him.

Felix was not amused with your statement, he glared with his tongue poked his cheek again.

You came and took his position, bending down against the pool table, took your aim with your cue ready to hit the ball and shot.

You successfully sent a ball down into the corner pocket and shrugged condescendingly at him.

Felix gulped his drink, irritated, and lost the game to you in the end.

When the bar started to get packed as the night getting late, you took it as the time to come home and took a taxi home, stumbled into the backseat of the taxi together with Felix, laughing with your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol.

You didn't know how you got there, but it took you a while to know that you were lying on Felix's bed with his arm under your head as a pillow.

You turned your head to the side and saw him smoking, pinned the cigarette between his index and middle finger as he exhaled some smoke.

It felt nice, this quietness, and you never felt comfortable with it before, it didn't make you feel lonely like it used to and didn't make you think of sorrowful things that keep you awake at night.

"I lost my dear sister when I was 13, and I missed her terribly much every day," you suddenly admitted while staring at the ceiling, you felt a twinge in your heart when you remembered your sister.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made you lowered your guard down, made you completely open, honest and fragile to him.

"And when my best friend said she wanted to move out, it reminded me of that feeling," you said to him.

"This crippling anxiety that someone would leave me at any time," you said, and you felt a hot tear roll down the corner of your eye.

"When I'm on my own, that fear amplified," you sighed as another tear rolled down the side of your face.

Felix had been quiet and stopped smoking, turned his head to look at you with his hand squeezed your shoulder to assure you he was there.

"People don't realize this," you said, "but loneliness is underrated,"

Felix nodded, agreed with everything you said.

He let out a low, deep sigh before he spoke, "I've been living out of my suitcases, from place to place, and I understand," he said.

"I could be in a crowd but still feel lonely. Never truly connected with anyone," he added.

He turned his body to face you, his forehead met the side of your face, "so, trust me! I know how you feel," he said.

You closed your eyes and let you drown in all these mixed feelings: sadness, fear, comfort, relief, tranquility.

But on top of all, you felt validated that even with all these feelings, you are just a human being.

Felix pulled you into a hug, letting you rest your head in his neck that you could smell his musky perfume with a hint of cigarette smoke, and sunlight.

He hummed with his mouth close to your forehead, "I happen to like cuddles," he said.

You giggled and slipped your hands under his arm to hold him back and fell asleep like that, in each other’s warm embrace.

-

Felix always had his bedroom room left ajar, sleeping or not, even when he changed his clothes. And you walked into his room every night, just talking about everything until you both fell asleep.

It had become a habit for you to sleep together on his bed, and he didn't mind any of it, he liked having someone to hold when he sleeps.

That night, you decided to watch a movie together on his bed, your knees bent with a bowl of popcorn on your lap when suddenly his phone rang on the bedside table.

You heard him talking on the phone, glimpses of his conversation and guessed that it must be his ex-girlfriend, a bit of argument, and Felix constantly groaned at his end.

He got up from the bed, "Sorry, I have to go," he said to you, began picking up some clothes to wear.

"No worries, we can continue this later," you said to him and paused the movie.

Felix put on a thin smile as he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them, "My ex-girlfriend keeps asking me to come," he complained, then put a shirt on.

And your guess was right, it was indeed his ex-girlfriend. You looked down because it was getting weird to stay in his room, you immediately got up from the bed and took the bowl of popcorn to the kitchen.

Felix came out of his room not long after, putting on his shoes in a rush, "don't wait for me," he said to you, "bye!"

"Bye!" You said back, but he already closed the door behind him.

You opened the lower cabinet to search for something but found a bottle of liquor instead, sealed and unopened. That was when you got the realization that you didn’t need alcohol to help you sleep anymore since you shared a bed with Felix.

But that night, you suddenly crave for it, or you didn't want to let your thoughts eat you alive like they usually do to you.

You hesitated for a moment before unscrewing the cap of the bottle, then poured some into a glass, gulped it one go, and took another until your mind got dull with nothing but the burn of the alcohol on your tongue.

-

Felix came home at dawn.

He stopped by the door of his bedroom door and stared at yours for a moment, he didn't know why but he got the urge to check on you.

Your door wasn't locked nor completely shut, he could easily push it open and found you sleeping, curled up on your bed.

He came to put a duvet over your body up to your chest, he lingered for a while just to watch you sleep.

He had been doing that since that night you fell asleep on his bed after saying you would only lay down for a bit, he immediately put out his smoke the second he knew you were sleeping.

He removed the hair that fell around your face and put it back, softly brushed them to the back as he listened to your low purrs, so adorable and cat-like.

He lay next to you, watching you peacefully sleeping with a hand under your cheek until he too, fell asleep on his pillow.

Felix didn't realize how much he loves having someone lying next to him until he shared a bed with you.

He so badly wanted to lay next to you on your bed but decided not to, the morning was only a few hours away, and you needed the rest, so he left for his room.

He was surprised to find you still in the apartment when he woke up late, "you're not going to the office?" He asked with eyes still blurry with sleep.

You put on a jacket, "No, but I'm going out of town for a photoshoot," you answered and dragged a suitcase out of your bedroom.

"Oh?"

You put on your boots next and headed to the threshold.

"When will you be back?" He asked, following you to the front door and leaning against the wall.

"I don't know, tomorrow, I guess?" You answered with a hint of doubts in them.

You paused for a moment to see if you had forgotten something, when you were sure you got everything, you opened the door.

"Felix?" You called before getting out of the door.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't set the apartment on fire when I'm away," you said and grinned, waving bye at him.

With you being away, Felix had plenty of time to kill after work when going to the bar didn't excite him as it used to because he had to go without you.

He came home early and searched for some drinks when the doorbell rang, he half-jogged to the door to open it only to find his ex-girlfriend.

"You look excited to see me!" She said to him.

Felix scratched the back of his head, slightly irritated by her presence. She probably thought he was waiting for him when he actually expecting someone else.

Then he realized something.

"Wait, how do you know-"

"Are you going to let me in or not?" She cut him off, "I'm coming with all of your things," she added, gesturing to a few bags of his belongings.

Felix had no choice but stepped away and let her into the apartment, then carried the bags to his bedroom while his ex-girlfriend looked around the place.

When she sauntered to your bedroom door, he quickly stopped her, "that's my roommate's bedroom," he said.

"You have a roommate," she exclaimed and nodded, "where is he now?"

"Out of town for work," he shortly replied.

She came up to him, close enough that she could see his freckles, "we have the place to ourselves then," she said, then slowly leaned in.

Felix politely dodged away from her kiss, "please, don't do that! We broke up, remember?" He reminded her.

"But you came to me that night when I need you," she responded, putting a hand on his chest.

"I was worried because you were out late and drunk," Felix explained, "and you won't stop drunk calling me,"

She took his hand, "I don't remember why I broke up with you," she sadly said, "I want us to get back together. And live with me again,"

Felix sighed because she had been asking it for every time they met, he knew she was lying when she said she couldn't remember why they broke up. She always blamed him for leaving, he wouldn't if she didn't cheat on him in the first place, he wouldn't have gone abroad for work.

"Just give us one more chance," She asked with her hands on his waist.

Felix gently put her hands away and held them, "That's enough! Let me get you a taxi home," he said to her.

"Felix, please?" She pleaded this time.

Felix hated to do this to her, but it was something that he needed to do, "Let's not see each other again. Our relationship ended here. You'll find someone better than me, trust me!" He said to her.

She started crying because she knew there was no way of getting back together again.

He sent her off after hailing a taxi for her right outside the apartment building, he got back to the apartment and pulled out a bottle of drink, he took the first sip of alcohol that slowly numbed his mind away, took another until he could fall asleep without thinking of anything.

Felix had a taste of what it felt like when you were living alone in this apartment the next day as he lay awake on his bed at night, not doing anything because smoking didn't even help and alcohol tasted bitter in a time like this.

He missed you.

He missed having you around, talking goofy stuff with you before bed, and lying next to you, having a living, breathing someone next to him that he could hold as he sleeps.

He slept on your pillow that night with your scent that clung to it helped him lull him to sleep.

Felix thought he dreamed of you coming home that he woke up in the middle of the night, walked out of his bedroom, and went to yours.

His heart palpitation seeing you lying on your side on the bed that he climbed onto the bed and slept next to you, putting a hand around your waist and drinking the scent that gave him a sense of comfort.

He woke up in the morning with your finger on his cheek, "what are you doing?" He slurred his words.

"Playing connect the dots with your freckles," you answered with a gleeful smile.

Felix softly smiled and took your hand in his, "Good morning!" He said to you.

A hand reached to pet your head, even with a layer of exhaustion on your face you still look beautiful to him, your lips looked so soft and delicate like a blooming flower.

Felix lifted himself to hover above you and slowly pressed a kiss on your lips.

5, 6, 7 seconds you counted in your head until he pulled away but stayed hovering above you, looked into your eyes.

The kiss surprisingly felt natural like the two of you had done it before and only figured out about it now.

You placed a hand on his jaw and kissed him this time, 5,6,7 you counted in your head, then slowly let go.

"Good morning!" You finally greeted back.

He smiled at you, brighter than the morning sun and warmer than a summer day.

Just like he couldn't get enough of the taste, he kissed you again and braved himself to kiss you longer, swiping his tongue over your lips that it was wet when he let go.

Your hand flew to cover your mouth, "I haven't kissed in a long time," you meekly admitted.

"Shh..." he shushed you, then put your hand away so he could kiss you, prying your mouth open with his tongue.

5, 6, 7 you counted in your head, but it seemed like the kiss would last longer than that.

You gave in, opening your mouth to him to let him deepen the kiss, tasting you more.

He ran a hand on your chest, his fingers easily found your nipple poking through the fabric of your black tank top, and began circling on it with his mouth still connected with you.

He let go of the kiss and propped an elbow against the mattress, looking at his hand playing with your clothed nipples just like he had fantasized for every time he saw you walk around the apartment in your tank top, how it made him slightly aroused that he wanted to bite it through the fabric.

And he used the opportunity to do it, lowered his mouth on your clothed nipple, and gently tugged it between his teeth along with the fabric.

He let go, quickly put soothing rubs on your nipple, then switched to the other one, he opened his mouth and took your breast into his mouth, slowly pulled away to tug your nipple between his teeth again.

You lowly moaned, and a hand slipped inside his hair as his tongue wetted your nipple through the fabric.

Felix withdrew himself and put a hand under to pull your tanktop upward, exposing your breasts to him, smooth and firm just like how he pictured in his head.

He didn't waste time but to bury his head on your chest, kneading on your breasts, pinching on the flesh, mouth sucking and licking your nipple, while his hand rolled the other nipple between his fingers.

You looked at his mouth wrapped around your hardening buds, making them swollen and wet with his saliva.

Felix dragged his mouth down, placing kisses on your ribcage and down to your stomach, where he heard your stomach growled when he kissed your abdomen.

You immediately covered your face with your hands out of shame while Felix chuckled with his chin on your stomach.

"Come on! I'll cook you breakfast!" He said then took you to the kitchen and let you watch him cook you a plate of breakfast of scrambled eggs and toasts.

He sat next to you and ate breakfast together, sipping your coffee in silence, laughed when your eyes met even though there was nothing funny.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "No, but I'm going to stay in,"

"Good idea," he said with a smile.

You decided to continue watching the movie you both once stopped watching because he had to go that night, but with you sitting so close on the sofa together, he couldn't focus on it.

All he could think about was having his way with you, slipped a hand under the strap of your tank top, and twirled it around his little finger.

You snapped your head in his direction, sheepishly smiled at him, sensing his needs, and you delivered. He lifted your legs and put them on his lap, a hand rubbed your thighs and roamed around your body.

You put a hand around his neck and brought your face close to him, pressing a kiss in which he eagerly returned with twice the enthusiasm.

You took each other’s clothes off with the movie was still playing in the background until you both got naked on the sofa with you underneath him.

"Do you have any condoms?" He asked you along with a caress on your cheek.

You nodded, "but it's inside the drawer, in my bedroom," you answered.

"Let me go get it," you offered.

But Felix pushed you down back on the sofa, "It's okay, I'll get it,"

It was awkward waiting for him, lying naked, completely exposed on the sofa, you quickly covered yourself with the quilt from the headrest of the sofa.

He came back after a few minutes, putting two foil packets on the table, and you wondered why since you only needed one.

He tore the packet with his teeth and put it on before lying next to you again.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sensed that you went rigid against his lips.

"I'm okay," you replied.

But your answer didn't comfort him. He put his hand under your chin and made you look at him in the eyes, "Hey, we don't have to do anything," he said to you.

You sighed and clasped your hand with his, "I want this," you paused to lick your lips, "I'm just a little nervous,"

"Nervous? Why?"

You tried to find words to describe it but couldn't find any, "I just don't feel confident about all this," you meekly admitted.

"You don't feel confident about what? This?" He ran his thumb over your lips and gave it a soft peck.

Then slid down his hand to every inch of your body, "you're so heavenly," he murmured, "and beautiful that I dreamed of touching you every night," he shamelessly admitted.

You got flustered, and it looked adorable to him, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger then kissed you, hard and deep.

One of his hands went down to your cunt, making fluttering little touches on your delicate flesh, tracing your folds, gently circling on your clit until you were drenched with your arousal.

When he pushed his length inside you, you both let out a collective gasp.

It was such a long time coming, you filled each other in an inexplicably satisfying way. You hooked your legs around his waist as his hips bore down into you, deeper and deeper in slow, steady thrusts.

Your nails clawed the skin on his back, gripped his shoulders when the pleasure became too unbearable without breaking eye contact with him.

The movie had stopped playing, and it was quiet in the room, you could hear every intake of his breath and the low grunts he let out through his gritted teeth.

The afternoon sun made his skin glow and warmth to the touch, he made the sex painstakingly slow as a way to relax you in the process and made you feel all the pleasure he brought on you.

He foolishly smiled at you, "you feel so good around me," he said to you, then pressed haste yet gentle kiss on your lips.

You clenched around him and held him closer, lifted your knees higher, sending him deeper inside you.

Felix couldn't hold himself back anymore when he felt like his cock being sucked in deeper inside you, he quickened the pace until you couldn’t contain your moans anymore.

You let the noise you made resound in the room, bouncing from walls to walls and ringing in Felix's ears that riled him up in the best way possible.

You cum almost at the same time, bodies slick with a thin layer of sweat, pressed on top of each other on the sofa.

He kissed your neck as you squirmed under him, eyes closed from relishing the waves of pleasure washing over you.

You both spent the rest of the afternoon lying naked, cuddling on the sofa, looking into each other’s eyes with kisses in between.

"I miss you," he muttered to you, he wanted to say that to you the moment he woke up.

You traced his freckles on his cheek with your thumb, "I miss you too," you said to him.

More kisses and cuddles later, the other condom on the table put to use.

For dinner, you ordered some food, ate it in the living room, sat on the floor, continued watching the movie until the end after.

You showered together before bed and slept on your bed that night, with him spooning you from the back and kissing your bare shoulder and neck until you fell asleep. His kisses on your neck woke you up in the morning with his hand freely roaming around your body and eventually pulling your underwear down, there was no way of stopping him.

Or you didn't want to stop him, either way, the morning sex was lovely.

You decided to spend the day going out together: watched a movie, did a little walk around the park, had a cup of coffee, and eventually dinner.

It felt weird being stared at, mostly people stared at Felix, then at you, probably wondering why someone as attractive as him would be with someone like you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little insecure about yourself and looked down at your feet while you were walking down the street with him.

"How about ice cream?" He suddenly asked, pointing to the ice cream parlor across the street.

"Are you even allowed to eat ice cream?"

"Why not?

You scoffed, "aren't you suppose to be like... watch your weight or something?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You're a model," you reminded him.

"Yeah, but nothing can stop me from eating ice cream," he said.

He pulled you by your hand as you both crossed the street and entered the shop, looking down at the selection of ice cream flavors.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, "the peanut butter one looks tasty," he added, almost salivating at the sight of the ice cream in front of him.

"Chocolate," you shortly replied, "always chocolate," you said again as you looked up at him.

"Okay," he said then went to order.

He settled on the peanut butter and you with the chocolate one. He hummed in joy once he tasted his ice cream.

"That good?" You asked him.

He grinned, "yes, you want to try?"

You nodded.

But instead of feeding you a spoon, he kissed you.

"There," he beamed.

You gave him a puzzled look, "I said I want a taste,"

"Yes, you got to taste it through me," he said.

You chuckled but were also flustered because he did it while the two of you were still inside the ice cream parlor.

You stole a spoonful of his ice cream and shoved it into your mouth as fast as possible before he could snatch it away.

"You're sneaky," he said with a glare.

You smirked at him, and he pulled you close, leaned in.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take back what's mine," he said.

You dodged away and immediately pulled away from him, making your way out of the ice cream parlor while he chased you from behind.

It was a nice weekend, the one that you didn't expect that at the end of the night, he would be lying next to you and kissing you so tenderly, making your heart flip with inexplicable joy.

"I'm so sleepy," you told him, looking at him with his head rested on the pillow with his eyes crinkles like he got stars in them.

He cupped your jaw, "go to sleep, then," he muttered with a breathy, deep voice.

You gave his lips a quick peck on the lips, "Goodnight," you murmured, then nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight," he said back to you, then kissed the top of your head.

The day began with the smell of breakfast wafting through the bedroom door that woke Felix up from his sleep.

You were cooking pancakes in the kitchen when he came out of your bedroom, he came behind you and slipped his hands around your waist.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled with his chin on your shoulder, "let's go back to bed," he added.

You softly chuckled and put your hands on his, "I have to go to work," you said to him.

You dragged the plate of pancakes you made for him, "here! take a bite!" You told him.

He didn't steer but opened his mouth at you.

You cut a piece with a fork and fed him with it, watching him eat to see his reaction.

"Good?"

He nodded, "really good," he hummed.

"Then go have a seat and eat your breakfast," you told him.

But he tightened his hold around you, not willing to let go, sticking with you, hugging you from the back that you could feel the warmth from his bare upper body.

He kissed your neck with hands moved up to palm your breasts with fingers playing with your clothed nipples.

"Felix," you grumbled but didn't stop him because it wouldn't do much to him.

He groaned with his mouth pressed on the skin on the back of your ear.

"What is it with you, mmh?" He whispered into your ear while his hands went under your t-shirt to knead on your breasts, "I can't stop touching you," he finished, fingers lightly circling your hardening buds.

With his voice that got deeper in the morning, his words instantly sent a chill down your spine.

You turned your head at him to speak, but he quickly captured your lips in a titillating kiss and didn't hesitate to use his tongue.

"Your breakfast is getting cold," you said against his lips and tried to slow him down by putting your hands on his but failed.

"I have to go to work," you reminded him again as he tugged your lower lip between his teeth.

He didn't care, ignored your warning, and deepened the kiss, pinned you against the kitchen island with his body that you had no other option but to give in to his desire.

-

You had been smiling at yourself at work.

Smiling for every time your hand touched your lips, you remembered how his lips felt against yours.

When you caught your reflection in the mirror, you remembered how his hands traced every part of your body, and it led you to the recollections of how he fucked you on the kitchen island that morning, exactly five hours ago.

You could hear his deep grunts in your ear and his hips incessantly thrusting into you while mouth making marks on your chest.

When you looked down, your thighs pressed together under the desk, and you glanced at the clock on the computer screen, it was time to head down to the studio.

You met the art director in the elevator, she was your senior in college and also the one who recommended you to work in the company.

You met her several times and worked with her for some photoshoots. She smiled when she saw you got into the elevator.

"I haven't seen you in a while," she beamed.

"Yeah," you answered, you weren't close with her, but it would be weird to call her an acquaintance.

"You're styling for today," she said.

"Yes," you answered.

You almost laughed when you saw Felix come into the studio but quickly reminded yourself that you were working, you had to be professional.

Felix kept his cool, stayed quiet while you styled his clothes, and adjusted them on his body. You leaned in to put on a brooch on his shirt, it was hard to focus when his face was only inches away from you and your instinct telling you to kiss him.

Felix reached for the neckline of your blouse, pulled it down a little to see the purple mark he made this morning then smirked in satisfaction.

"Look so good with it," he said to you.

You didn't reply, but he could see the faint smile on your face, he slipped his thumb inside your blouse until his finger met your bra, inserted two fingers inside to play with your nipples.

He sighed, "so hard," he breathlessly said to you.

"Felix, please?" You said to him with your head looking around to see if anyone saw.

Your plead sounded the same but different from the one he heard this morning, you said the exact words to him when he felt you clenched around him, so close to your climax with your hand gripped his shoulder and eyes watching as his cock slipped in and out of you in relentless pace.

The one he heard this morning was lustful, tinted with a little bit of desperation, but the one he heard a minute ago, sounded anxious, almost panicked.

You pulled his hand out of your blouse with a sly smile plastered on your face, then went kneeling in front of him to adjust the length of his jeans.

But Felix could only think of filthy things when you looked up through your lashes as you kneeled in front of him, his hand reached for your chin, tilting your head up at him, and slowly pushed his thumb inside your mouth.

You stayed still for a while, then wrapped your mouth around his thumb, then gently sucked on it, you saw him looking at you with lustful eyes with teeth faintly biting his lower lip.

Felix hissed with the thought of having his cock in your mouth rather than his thumb, your slick tongue twirled around his thumb, and when you pulled it out, it was wet with your saliva.

He poked his cheek with his tongue again, giving you the eyes that would make you melt into him if you weren't at work.

"Oh, fuck," he lowly cursed under his breath when you got up from the floor.

You put a hand on his chest, "now, go to work!" you said to him.

Felix let out a scoff as he watched you leave, head filled with so many things he wanted to you later once he got you alone with him.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you waited for Felix to change into his last outfit for the photoshoot, it was a text from an unknown number.

I saw your ad on the bulletin board that you're looking for a roommate. Is it still available?

The sender asked in the text.

You forgot that you put on an ad through the internal office memo about looking for a roommate, got you realized that Felix's rent was about to end this month, a week away to be precise.

Felix got out of the changing room and stood facing you, saw you immediately put your phone away.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," you quickly replied.

Your phone rang again when you were on your way back to your apartment, with both of your hands carrying bags of groceries that you kicked the door close behind you.

You put the bags down on the kitchen counter and saw a new message.

I'm sorry, but I need to know if it is still available.

I happen to be looking for a place asap.

You felt bad for not replying, but you were also incapable of making a decision, it would be better to talk about it with Felix first, whether he wanted to stay or leave.

Your fingers hesitantly typed a reply but abruptly stopped when you heard the doorbell ring, you scoffed thinking that it must be Felix being playful, but when you opened the door, it wasn't him.

-

Felix felt relaxed knowing that his contract had finished and that he didn't have to bump into his ex-girlfriend at work again. He got home late since he had to visit his agency for the next job contract, he hurriedly got out of the elevator the second the door slid open and got into the apartment.

He heard you were showering, took off his clothes without thinking, and joined you in the shower.

He snaked his hands around you the moment he got in, "you didn't wait for me," he said to you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

You sighed and turned off the water, "why you didn't tell me that your ex-girlfriend is someone that I worked with?"

He slowly retracted his mouth, he was taken aback by the question.

He meant to tell you from the very beginning but he thought it was unnecessary since he had already broken up.

Letting you know that the art director you worked with would only make you awkward around her.

"She's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up, there was nothing between us anymore," he defended himself.

"I don't care in what state of relationship you're in. She came here looking for you," you told him.

"Not only that she knows that I live with you, but she also thinks that I steal you from her," you added, pulling your towel from the rack and getting out of the shower.

"I never told her about where I live," he said, following you out of the shower stall, "she visited once before, but she didn't know that I live with you," Felix stuttered his words.

"Oh so, she magically knows where you live?" You snapped and wrapped yourself with a towel.

"I don't know how she knows," Felix pulled your hand, forcing you to face him when he talked.

"It's not just about that, Felix," you sighed in exasperation.

"Can you imagine what shit I would get once everyone at work knows what I did to someone that I work with?"

Felix got quiet, he knew he had done something wrong. He should have told you, he should have come clean about everything.

Felix understood that you must be feel betrayed by him for keeping such information from you and that you were mad because of it. He came to your bedroom after pacing around the room for quite some time to finally braved himself to enter your bedroom.

He couldn't stand not being with you and had a chance to explain everything, he got on the bed and settled himself next to you but didn't touch you like he usually does, he just lay there facing your back.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to you in the dark, weren't sure if you were still awake or not.

You didn't steer and stayed quiet, but Felix kept looking at your back and hoping you would turn around to face him, telling him that you forgive him.

But what you said was the complete opposite.

"We shouldn't have been involved with each other in the first place," you said without looking at him.

"Please, don't say that. I never regret anything about us," he said to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as if it would magically change your mind.

"You should start looking for another place to stay," you told him.

It was a hard thing to do, it felt bitter on your tongue, rancid. A lump grew in your throat as you held back your tears, like a lump of hot coal clogging your windpipe.

But you were glad he was there with you, at least you could sleep your misery away.

Felix woke up to an empty bed, it seemed like you left for work early, to avoid him.

Just like it was timed, Felix had to go out of town for work at the end of the week, and he packed some stuff in a duffel bag for the trip.

Since your argument that day, you came home and went straight to your room, kept your door shut, and he only saw you a few times in the kitchen.

That night, he knocked on your bedroom door.

He felt uneasy if he had to leave without saying anything, he waited until you opened the bedroom door.

"Yes?" You asked him and stayed at the door, not letting him in.

"I'm leaving out of town tomorrow," he said, "for a few days,"

And you didn't say anything but stood there with one hand lingered on the handle of the door.

"I know my rent ends this week, and I'll get my things as soon as possible," he said to you, "I'll get them once I'm back here,"

"Okay," you weakly said.

He looked into your eyes, deep and hopeful, he wanted to hold you so bad to assure him that things were alright, but he stayed there, feet nailed to the ground, not moving.

"Thank you for letting me stay," he sadly muttered.

A small smile rose on your cheeks, and you took your hand off of the door then went to hug him.

Felix missed this, the warmth of your body against his and the scent of you that reminds him of home, of comfort and longing.

"Thank you," you softly said, "and I'm sorry," you added, hugging him for a few seconds before letting go.

Felix almost stumbled forward because he didn't want to let go of the hug but quickly reeled from it.

"Take care! Have a safe trip tomorrow," you said to him.

"Thanks," Felix said while kept looking into your eyes.

And you stared back into his eyes with a radiant smile on your face.

Felix wanted to see that smile, if he could, be the reason why you smile like that. He never had this strong, intense feeling inside of him until he met you, burning and brimming his heart, all over him. The words were on the tip of his tongue and about to roll off his mouth when you got to him first.

"Goodnight, Felix," you said to him and pushed the door closed.

As well closed the only chance he got, the only hope that just died down with the sound of your door slammed shut.

-

During meeting, you kept avoiding your art director's eyes who was standing at the end of the table and explaining things for the next project. When the meeting was done, she came up to you and held you in the meeting room after everyone else got out.

"You think I'm that petty, huh?" She suddenly asked you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "pardon?"

"You think I'll tell everyone and make a mess out of you," she said.

You shook your head, stuttered your words, "no," you lied.

She laughed, "you know I'm capable of it but what's in it for me?" She asked.

"Nothing!" She answered her own question.

"Don't get ahead of yourself! We're at work, you'd better be professional," she scolded you.

That took you a moment, and the more you thought, the more you wondered why she would do such petty things, she was too great for that.

"I always think you have a good work ethic, and I respect you for that," she said to you, "so that's that," she finished.

She left the room while carrying her things and looked so cool doing it.

At least one problem was solved. You said to yourself with a long sigh.

When you were back at the apartment, the silence and emptiness welcomed you. You put your bag down on the kitchen counter, pulled open the lower cabinet, and found the bottle of alcohol you couldn’t remember the last time you took a sip of it.

You unscrewed the cap, and the strong smell of alcohol wafting through the kitchen, inviting you to take a sip.

You brought the bottle close to your mouth to take a big gulp, but your phone rang in your bag.

There was a new text.

I'm sorry to contact you again, but I need to know if you're still looking for a roommate.

You gasped for forgetting to reply to the sender text for a week now, you quickly typed a reply.

Yes, it's still available. If you want to see the apartment, you can come by this weekend.

Thank you. I'll make sure to come.

The sender replied a moment later. You sighed, and walked to Felix's bedroom, looking inside to where most of his things were already packed into suitcases in the corner.

You didn't know why the sight of the empty bed could make you sad, you climbed onto the bed and lay curled up on it.

With your eyes closed, you could imagine how his warm hands would wrap around you, drag your closer until his nose meets the crook of your neck, and you would squirm, hum delightfully, then put your hands on his.

But all that left was his scent that clung to the bedsheet and his pillow that you hugged so close to your chest like it was a prized possession, and then, the silence that came back to replace his presence.

The following day wasn't that much of a difference, except that you had to stop by your friend's house to do an unexpected favor for her.

And you had been looking at it now, squatting on your kitchen floor watching the cat drinking a bowl of water in front of you. Since your friend was pregnant and her due date was closing in, she asked you to take care of her cat.

"Your mommy is going to be busy with her baby soon, so please understand why you're stuck with me," You said to the black cat with a patch of white fur on the nose.

You got up to put some cat food on another bowl and knocked over something on the kitchen counter, sending it fell onto the sink that the cat startled and meowing.

"It's okay, it's okay," you calmed the cat down, and it started to purr.

You looked at the mess you did, and it was your bottle of liquor you didn't drink last night, you looked at it for a while, funny that it didn't evoke the same effect in you as it used to, you took it then poured out the content down the sink, watched the liquid swirling into the drain and threw the bottle into the trash.

You squatted back down on the floor and slid the bowl of cat food on the floor, "I guess it's just you and me now," you said to the cat as you pet its head.

You slept on Felix's bed again that night with the cat curled up on your feet, and it felt less lonely that night.

But it got annoying when the cat started meowing at the early of day, you didn't have another choice but reluctantly got up from the bed and fed the cat.

Then you remembered that someone would come by to see your apartment, at least by waking up early, you could clean the apartment to appear more habitable.

You were cleaning out the desk in Felix's room when you happened to see his portfolio, the one where models use to show the photoshoot they had done in their career.

You flipped the page and looked at his face, your heart burned for how much you missed him, when you flipped it to the last page, you found a small photo slipped between the page.

It was a photo of you and him taken at the baby shower, you intentionally posed like a couple at prom for fun, then smiled remembering that moment.

At that moment, you regretted letting him leave.

You shouldn't have asked him to leave and look for a new place, deep down you knew you wanted to live with him and be with you, filled this emptiness with his presence.

You didn't know how to reach out to him, a phone call wouldn't do, you wanted to ask him yourself if he wanted to live with you.

On the other hand, it would be too late to cancel on the person who wanted to come and see the apartment. Maybe once that person got here, you could tell them that the room wasn't available anymore.

You waited anxiously on the sofa and just like the cat sensed your discomfort, it jumped onto your lap and let you pet its fur.

It never crossed your mind how lovely it was to have a pet, to be in the company of another living, breathing thing in your place that let you know you weren't alone.

The doorbell rang, and you gently put the cat on the sofa, you smooth down the hem of your skirt before opening the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, you blinked a few times to find Felix behind the door.

"Felix?" You asked him.

"I came here to see the apartment," he said.

You took a step back, completely dazed and confused, you took your phone and dialed the number of the person looking for a roommate.

His phone rang in his hand, and he picked it up, "It's me," he said through the phone even though you were standing facing each other in the doorway.

"Can I see your apartment now?" He asked again.

You stifled a laugh, partly shocked, but the other part of you relieved it was him.

"Yes," you nodded.

You opened the door wider to let him in and put your phone away, "your room would be this way," you said to him as you contained your smiles.

Felix walked to his bedroom and stood there in the middle of the room, "this is nice," he said to you with a smile.

"Yeah," you said, "my former roommate is a smoker so it's a bit reeked with cigarette smoke,"

"Ah," he exclaimed, "fortunately, I quit smoking," he said to you.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," he added.

You nodded in acknowledgment and realized that you hadn't seen him smoke in a long time.

"Is there any fun things you usually do around here? A bottle of drink stashed somewhere, perhaps?" He asked you.

You lowly chuckled, "I used to drink before sleep, but I don't drink anymore," you proudly said.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," you added to poke fun at him.

He laughed while poking his cheek with his tongue, "is there anything else I should know?" He asked again.

"I make a good cup of coffee in the morning, and I can't sleep well at night unless someone cuddles me," you answered.

You came to the window and glanced outside, the wind from the window left ajar made the hem of your dress sway around, "and I was terrible to my former roommate, he didn't deserve that. I'm sorry," you said to him.

Felix licked his lips before speaking, "first, your former roommate was an asshole for not being honest with you, he totally deserved that," he said.

He came up to you and stopped just close enough, "and second, I happen to like cuddles," he said with a playful grin.

You bit your lip, couldn't help but grin back at him, and looked into his eyes that offered so much warmth.

"I'll take it," he said to you as he grabbed your hands from your sides and took them in his.

"I don't take a year-long contract," you said to him.

"I don't intend to stay that short," he said back, "I intend to stay forever with you,"

He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips on you, it felt like you slipped into your favorite sweater, so comfortable and nice, put you at ease, like coming home.

"I miss you," he murmured against your lips.

"I miss you too," you muttered back and kissed him again.

Your hands looped around his neck, bodies drawing closer and closer with no gap left in between and lips endlessly latched onto each other.

He pulled you with him until he was seated on the end of the bed, and you sat on his lap.

"I was wrong for saying that we shouldn't be involved with each other," you said to him, cupping his face in your hands.

"I know you didn't mean that," he softly said to, putting the hair that curtained your face to the side and holding it there.

He rested his forehead against yours, looking so deep into each other’s eyes, then gently kissed your lips, so softly as if he kissed a frail flower.

He kissed you again like he had been waiting for it, so hungry, passionate, burning with desire.

You pulled away to catch a breath, laughing at him for not willing to part even for a mere second.

Your hands worked open the buttons of your blouse, then let it fall onto the floor, then reached behind your back to unclasp your bra while Felix watched with anticipation.

"You know what I like," he said to you as he held your waist.

You smiled back at him and let the bra straps slide down your arms then tossed it aside.

He put your hair to the back, lay a hand flat on your chest, "you're so soft," he murmured, then kissed your collarbone.

He slid his mouth down to your breast with his hands kneading on the flesh, kissing the skin around your areolas to finally take your nipples into his mouth in turns.

You looked down at his tongue, playing with your hardening, wet buds in kitten licks, your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging at it.

He lowly groaned with his mouth full of your flesh while you slowly grind on him, he took off his mouth and brought it close to your ear.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you breathlessly answered.

He held you close with his hands tight around you, gave you a hurried kiss on your open mouth, "I want to cum inside you," he said, lips grazed yours as he spoke.

He stripped you off until you were fully naked on the bed, lowered his mouth to plant kisses on every inch of your body, searing, tingling from the inside.

He took his clothes off in front of you, making you watch as parts of his body revealed with every piece of clothing removed.

Your eyes landed on his throbbing member with prominent veins, you felt the urge to touch it to know how hard it was.

He kneeled beside you and took your hand, "this is how much I want you," he said as he wrapped your hand around his length.

Feeling curious, you slowly brought your mouth close and slowly took his length in your mouth, you gagged the second the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You pulled out almost immediately, strings of saliva dribbled down your chin.

Felix wiped it with his thumb, "take it slow," he said to you then pushed your head down back onto the pillow.

He straddle you, crotch slightly hovering on your stomach, with his cock in his hand, and circled your nipples with the tip of his cock. He went lower, lower until he settled himself between your legs.

You spread your legs for him, exposing your heating core to him, drenching and aching to be filled.

His cock teased your slit, up and down until fresh arousal leaked out of you.

Then slowly pushed his cock inside with a deep growl he let out until he fully bottomed out, he smiled blissfully as he lowered himself on top of you, capturing your lips in his again.

"So good, baby," he said to you before pressing another kiss on your lips, "so good," he cooed.

You pulled your knees up to let him penetrate deeper, thrusting harder that your climax closed in with no time.

Your legs shook underneath him as your orgasm hit you, sending immense pleasure all over you.

Felix kept the motion going until he too cum inside you just like he wanted to, he stayed inside you for a moment while kissing your breasts and lightly licked your nipples.

He kneeled on the bed and slowly pulled out, a hand rubbed your thigh as he watched his cum leaking out of you.

He lightly pinched the flesh of your thighs, breath quickened at the sight that made his cock erect again.

"It looks like I need to fill you again," he said to you as he lay next to you.

He kissed your jaw, cheek, around your face until his mouth eventually landed on your lips.

"I'm going to fill you up," he said to you with his face so close to yours.

You placed your hands on his arms, feeling his taut biceps when you held it.

"Would you like that?" He asked you.

"Yes," you shortly replied with a lustful sigh.

He smiled with his mouth pressed to the side of your face, one hand went to bring your leg over to his and hooked it around his waist.

All of a sudden, he jolted on the bed made him abruptly break the kiss. Then you saw the cat walked behind him then to his pillow and rested itself on the space above your face.

"I forgot to tell you about the other roommate," you said to him.

"Oh?" Felix's eyebrows raised in surprise then pulled you closer to him, "Is it going to stay there and watch us..." he trailed his words.

You chuckled and nodded, "I think so, yeah,"

Felix looked at you and shrugged.

"What? Are you jealous of him now?" You asked him with your hands around his neck.

"It's a he?" He asked with wide eyes.

You nodded.

"Then yes, I am jealous," he said.

You turned over on the bed and had him under you, lowered yourself on top of him, "well, you'd better get to know each other cause he'll be staying for a while," you told him.

The cat mewled as it curled on your pillow as if he knew what you were saying to Felix.

Felix rubbed his hands up and down your back, turned his head at the cat, then said, "you'd better pay you extra for rent," he said to the cat.

The cat purred with its eyes closed, dozing into sleep, and ignored his words.

"Did he just?" He asked in disbelief.

You laughed at the funny banter and kissed him on the mouth, "you'd better pay extra too," you jokingly said.

"Cuddles is not enough?"

You shook your head, "not enough,"

"Good thing that I can do more than cuddles," he remarked with a sly grin and a hand threading on the sin of your abdomen, then brought his mouth close to your ear, whispering the list of all things he could do to you than just cuddles.

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BLUEPRINT.

PART II

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I

Author's note: So sorry if you found this isn't properly proofread, I haven't had my coffee yet.

Minho likes being competitive.

He likes the challenge, the rush that comes with it, to prove himself that he is the best at what he does and ultimately, winning, fair and square.

Just like today, he got called to represent his firm for a chance to design a building for an art foundation. What got him interested was, there would be two other firms that joined in on the project but there would be only one that got selected.

He smirked as he got into the elevator, feeling confident about this project. When he entered the conference room, there were only a group of people on one side of the seat, and he asked his co=worker about his competitors.

The one sitting across from him was from a firm that is specialized in neo-futurist architecture and the other, the one that got late into the meeting specialized in a post-modern architecture that prioritizes environmentally friendly and sustainable buildings.

Ten minutes into the meeting, the other firm finally arrived and took their seats next to his, and Minho didn't bother to look at them, they were already made a bad first impression on him.

Minho wrote down everything the client requested for the design and jotted down side notes on what went through his mind as he listened to the brief.

They announced the end date for the firms to submit their designs, and everyone got up from their seats as soon as the meeting ended. For a second, Minho caught a familiar face but maybe he mistook it for someone he knew.

When he arrived in the main lobby though, he knew he was right about what he just saw earlier the moment he spotted you.

Standing in the crowded lobby, clutching your handbag with both hands in front of you and looking at him with a smile that rose on your face like a blooming flower.

Without he intended to, his feet took him to you until he was close enough to see and make sure it was you.

"So, here we are!" You said to him, looking into his eyes and flashing him a knowing smile.

There was so much he wanted to say to you after your long absence in his life, but he stood there in front of you, tongue-tied and nonplussed.

"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, huh?" You poked fun at him with a sly grin.

It was actually the opposite, he was ecstatic to see you again after a long time, after two terrible years to be precise.

He softly laughed, aware that his jaws had been hung open for quite some time now.

"Yeah," he finally answered, tried not to stutter but failing.

You looked over your shoulder and saw your co-workers were waiting for you outside since the car had pulled up out front.

"Nice to see you again, I guess?" you said to him, his silence made you think that he wasn't that enthusiastic about meeting you again.

Minho called for your name when you walked away, "and you're going to leave just like that?" He asked.

You softly chuckled without stopping, slightly turned your head at him, "You know where to find me now," you told him and exited the building.

Minho felt stupid that the moment he had been hoping to come true happened just like that, he should've asked for your number or invited you for a lunch, even better, a dinner date.

But all he did was stood there and watched you leave like two years ago.

-

"Just take it," you said to him as he stood in front of you, right outside your house after him explaining how he ended up receiving the job offer from the firm just like Professor Shin had promised him.

After a month of not seeing you after the project, he finally got to meet you again even though he had to wait outside your house.

"I can't take it," he refused.

You laughed at him, "you know what I hate more than losing?" You asked him.

"People making me feel like a sore loser," you answered.

Minho blamed himself for making you feel being pitied by him, all he could think about was how didn’t deserve this because a part of this was also yours.

"You worked hard on this, so you deserve it," you told him as if you saw through his weary mind.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing!" You cut him off, "I told you, none of this is our fault," you assured him.

There was something else he wanted to address that day but he didn’t know where to start, about that night and how you disappeared the next morning.

"I guess there's nothing to talk about," you suddenly said.

All the words he was trying to convey vanished when he looked at you and your hand that lingered on the handle of the gate.

"Good luck, Minho!" You told him with a smile.

Minho sighed, having so many things to say and running out of time to say it.

"Thanks," he muttered to you before you closed the gate of the house.

But this time, it would be different.

He would try harder, do better and compete in all fairness with you.

Someone pointed him to your desk when he came to your office during his lunch break. He spotted it right away from the candy jar on the desk, but no one sat on the chair.

He looked around and asked someone who sat nearby, "She's in a meeting and will be back in a few minutes," he said.

Minho shrugged and sat on your chair, looking at your desk cluttered with so many things and little notes sticking to your computer screen for upcoming appointments.

He took one of your candies and reclined on the seat, opening the candy wrapper.

"Going behind enemy line, I see," you remarked from behind him.

He swiveled his chair and shoved the candy into his mouth, then smirked, "I need to know their valuable asset,"

"And did you find out already?" You asked him as you set your laptop down the desk.

"Right in front of me," he said.

"What are you going to do then?"

"Try to steal it, of course!" He said with a flirty wink at the end.

You scoffed then leaned against the desk, folding your arms in front of you. Everyone knew who he was, and they were watching you with eagle eyes.

"Let me take you out for lunch," he said, looking up at you through his dark, thick lashes.

"I just had lunch," you told him.

"Dinner then?"

"I already have a plan for tonight,"

"How about tomorrow?"

You softly laughed, "you're relentless,"

He shrugged as if proud of his trait.

"Let's have coffee, I have a little time to spare," you said to him.

Minho was disappointed that you could only spare a little time for him when he wanted a lot from you. But this was a good start for him, he waited by the table as you brought his cup of coffee to the table.

"So, what brings you here?" You asked him.

This was what he likes about you, you were straightforward, you couldn't stand chitchat cause that was just a waste of time for you.

"That I'm going to play fair this time," he said.

"And is that supposed to scare me?" You asked as you sipped your coffee.

"I must be stupid to think that I can scare you," he said.

You tipped your head to the side and smirked at him.

"What I'm telling you is I'm glad we got to do it again," he sincerely said, "I'm sad that we're not in the same team, but I think you know why I'm glad," he explained.

You understood, of course, it was a way for him to prove himself, that he could succeed by himself and that he deserved it.

"Yes," you responded.

This was why it interests you, joined this project knowing that he would be a part of it, and you had just as much to prove as him, to prove yourself.

"And also, I want to continue what we had last time," he added, eyes intensely looking at you.

"And what's that?" You teased his words back to him.

"It takes two to figure it out," he answered.

You smiled, tried to suppress the recollections of that night with him, and quickly took another sip of your coffee.

"Good luck then," you said to him, then got up from your seat.

"For what?" He asked.

"Everything, I guess," you half-heartedly said.

Minho snorted because it was exactly what you said two years ago to him then got up from his chair.

"I can't wait to see what you can do," he said it no in a condescending way, he knew well enough that you are capable of great things.

You lowly chuckled, "but it seems like you have to wait to do that," you said.

He looked at you, at your face that he missed seeing, the eyes that filled with so much wonder and curiosity with your head slightly tilted to the side you just like you did to him that very second.

He found it very endearing, but your lips were what captivated him most, he could imagine the softness of it just by looking at it.

"Bye Minho," You said to him, then headed to the elevator that would take you back to your office.

It was nice hearing his name through your mouth, like listening to his favorite song he hadn't listened to in a long time.

As he exited the building and took a taxi back to his firm, he thought of so many things, this time he put everything on the line in the hope to get everything back to him, which included winning you back.

Turned out, it wasn't easy.

Minho walked into a restaurant with his co-workers for a team dinner, something to motivate his team to work harder on this project.

And he noticed you were also there but you were already finished and were paying for your dinner, with a guy much older than you.

Minho couldn't help himself, he followed you outside, to the front of the restaurant, and called for you.

You turned on your heels with a hand lightly holding his arm by the sleeve of his coat.

"Oh, hi," you exclaimed when you saw him there.

You looked over his shoulder and saw his co-workers waiting inside, "I see you come with your team," you said.

"Yeah," he responded, but his eyes were looking at the guy sitting in front of you.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers in a defensive way.

"So this is your plan for tonight," he said, he meant to say it lightly, not to sound bitter.

You watched as Minho looked intensely stared at him while the guy looked back at him, completely fazed by it.

You snorted, "this is my brother-in-law," you quickly added.

Minho's stare instantly softened that he let out a short sigh then smiled, "nice to meet you," he finally responded.

"Nice to meet you," your brother-in-law said to him.

He got flustered that Minho's ears turned red, and it was getting awkward with every passing second.

"I'd better get inside," he announced.

"Yeah, you'd better be," you said back to him, half-laughing.

He smiled as he walked inside, feeling so embarrassed by his own doing.

And he started to think that was why you kept refusing on going on dinner with him. He relentlessly called for you, texted you, and ultimately, came to your office again because he couldn't stay still knowing that you might be out with some other guy that wasn't your brother-in-law.

You were still working while most of the people had left for the day, sitting on your desk, reading something while biting the end of your pencil between your teeth.

Minho put down a paper bag on your desk in front of you that got you slightly startled to see him there.

He didn't say anything but pulled out a small jar of your favorite blue raspberry candies in front of you.

He smirked as he presented it to you, knowing that he got your weak spot. He pulled one candy out and held it out on his palm at you, "come and have dinner with me," he said to you.

You smiled with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip, "Can't you see? I'm busy," you said to him.

He took your hand and put the candy on your palm, "I take no excuses," he said then took your purse and coat with him.

You swiveled on your chair, laughed at his persistence that you had no other option but to submit to his wish.

"This is not playing hard to get," he said as he looked at you sitting in front of him on the table, twirling your pasta with your fork, "you're avoiding me," he stated.

"If you're not yet aware, we're technically not in a team mode here," you responded and shoved a spoonful of pasta into your mouth.

"Just because we're not in the same team doesn't mean we're not allowed to be civil with each other," he cheekily responded.

"This is more than civil," you added.

"And I admit that," he shamelessly said, then sipped his wine.

"That's because you make one charming enemy. I could fall for your tricks any time," he added.

"Then why are we here?"

"Because I fall for your charms," he shortly replied as he continued cutting his steak.

"And why is that?"

"Because I got myself into you, you don't even have to pull any tricks on me. You can be cruel to me, I'm a fool for you," he answered, eyes locked with yours.

"And also," he slyly grinned before he finished his sentence, "sleeping with the enemy is hot,"

Your hand held your wine glass by its stem, "I think sleeping with the enemy is something I'd definitely not do," you remarked.

"And why?"

You shrugged, "I would never let my guard down," you replied.

Minho knew exactly that you were the type to keep your guard high, not letting anyone in unless you were sure that someone was trustworthy enough to know your weaknesses.

You did it to him once, and that made him believe he could do it again, not to do a harm to it, but to help you protect what he had seen in you: your true, genuine self, your pure compassion, and principles you firmly stood on.

That was what makes you stand up among other people, that what makes you special to him, that what makes him want you more.

Minho got out of the car as soon as he saw you unbuckled your safety belt, so he could open the car door for you.

You lowly chuckled when he offered you his hand to help you get out of his car, "thank you," you muttered to him.

"You still live alone," he said, seeing that your house was dark like it used to whenever he drove you home two years ago.

"My sister lives with his husband now," you said to him and closed the car door behind you, "so yeah, I have the house to myself,"

"Can I come in then?" He asked you with a lopsided grin.

"Try again next time," you said to him.

You leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek, "thank you for dinner," you muttered as you pulled away.

"A kiss on the cheek?" He asked in disbelief, shook his head, then pulled you close by putting a hand around your waist.

He leaned in close, "you know I need more than that," he said, then kissed you on the lips.

Once he got the taste of it, he couldn't settle with one or two kisses, he drew you closer, putting a hand on the nape of your neck and angling your head to deepen the kiss.

Body pushed you backward until your back hit the cold metal of your house gate, pinned you against his that made you give in, holding him back while clutching your purse in one hand.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, but he moved his lips down the column of your throat, "Minho, it's getting cold," you said to him.

"Then we should get in," he responded, lips grazing your earlobe as he spoke.

You softly giggled as he tilted your head upward, allowing him to savor your neck with kisses and gentle bites.

"Nice try," you said to him.

You lifted his head and kissed him this time.

It took him by a surprise that you would kiss him this way, so tenderly with your hand slipped in his hair that he believed you knew how he likes it when you do that.

Your kisses were light and lovely, like a gust of warm breeze in a winter night but passed too soon.

You slowly pushed him away, "I'm cold," you admitted.

And he noticed your cheeks redden from the cold, and when he took your hands in his, they were freezing that he immediately brought them close to his mouth and blew warm breath on them.

"Get inside," he told you, no matter how much he hated to say this.

"Okay," you said, then unlocked the gate of your house, swung the gate open but not getting in yet.

"Goodnight, Minho," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he said back.

He stepped back then walked back into his car.

He waited until all the lights in your house turned on and made sure you were safely back inside your house before driving away with the thought that even though you didn't let him in yet, didn't mean that it was impossible to do, you just need more time, and he was willing to give you as much as you want.

You worth the wait, the patience, you worth everything he has in him.

-

Winning is great.

That's for sure.

But as you got older, you realized that you learned more from losing. You learned how to keep going.

When you parted ways with Minho two years ago, you took it as a starting point to finally learn from losing and started again carrying that knowledge.

When you met Minho again though, you weren't sure you wanted to start over. He kept reminding you of your failure, what you lost, how your hard work went to a waste, the iniquity of it all.

You didn't want to see him again because of that.

When you kissed him that night, you realized that he was the only good thing that came out of that hardship.

Also, it wasn't fair to Minho, he didn't do anything wrong, he was innocent, collateral damage.

Maybe it was time for you to try, you told yourself as you entered his firm and asked the lady behind the front desk that you wanted to see him.

Minho was meeting a client, and you were told to wait in his office, you kept glancing at your wristwatch because you didn't have much time and had to get back to your office soon.

Minho came a while later, smiling at the sight of you, a delightful surprise that he didn't see coming.

"Such a sight for sore eyes," he said with a dreamy sigh.

"I can say the same for your office," you said to him, it was a nice office, spacious with a breathtaking view of the city.

He walked up to you, stopped just a step away from you, "you came here," he said, his words tinted with disbelief.

"I had a meeting near your office, so I decided to stop by," you explained.

With his height, he towered above you, looking down at you with his dark brown eyes.

"And coffee!" You pointed to the cups of coffee you brought with you on the table.

Someone came trudging into his office and interrupted you both, "I am sorry but I need you..." the man's eyes shifted from him to you, "hey, I think I know you," he said to you.

"I think so too, yeah," you said to him with a courteous smile.

You glanced down at your wristwatch again, "I'm sorry, but I have to go," you told Minho, then picked up your bag and coat on the chair.

Minho got confused with the situation that created a lot of questions in his head.

"But we haven't-"

"I'll make sure to visit again," you said to him, flashing a smile to the other guy on your way out.

On your way back to your firm, you were sure Minho would ask how did you know that guy in his office. You were never the type to explain useless things like that but you got the urge to explain everything to him, you didn't know why, you just did.

Work kept you busy, and you only had time to visit him a few days later, you clocked out early to drop by his firm before going home.

When you arrived at his floor, it was almost empty except for the one in his department, where everyone gathered at the long table and talked.

You stepped closer to ask for Minho but overheard their conversation instead.

You got upset once you realized they were talking about Minho and you, and your little quarrel back in college and how you failed to get accepted in the firm, they thought that was why you kept coming to his office and probably trying to steal his design.

You scoffed and couldn't lie but got upset at their last accusation that was taken out of context, "excuse me!" You said to them.

And they abruptly stopped talking, nervously smiled at you.

"I never plan to-"

Minho suddenly appeared from behind you and cut you off, "what makes you guys so sure she came here to steal my design? Well, I guess you don't know what she's capable of," he snapped.

"If you talk ill about her again, I'll take that personally," he finished, looking at his coworkers one by one in the eyes that they looked down and got quiet.

He pulled your hand and took you to his office, "I'm sorry that you need to hear that," he said to you as he shut the blinds of his office to get some privacy.

You sighed and gripped the handle of your bag so tight your knuckles turned white, "I told you, I hate it when people make me feel like I'm a sore loser," you said to him.

Minho came up to you, "I'm not. I'm just telling the truth," he said.

"Yeah, the truth that you won and I lost,"

Minho's eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion, "why you make it seem like it was only about you losing and me winning? You said it yourself, that none of this was our fault," he told you, almost running out of breath at the end of the sentence.

"Sure, but the way you have to explain everything to them," you paused to catch a deep breath, "I can take care of myself, but of course, you had to come and save me," you scoffed.

Minho got quiet, he knew it was wrong for him to do that, not letting you handle it. He regretted stepping in your battle.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Forget it," you said to him, "I don't even know why I'm here," you headed for the door, but he stopped you, putting a hand around you to stop you on your track.

"I will not let you leave this time," he said to you, holding you back from leaving.

"Minho, let me go," you sternly said to him.

"No," he sternly said back to you.

You sighed and slouched your shoulders against his back, "stop pitying me," you sadly said.

He tightened his hold around you and put another hand across your chest, "you know what I have for you is not pity," he said to you.

You knew he was telling the truth, he cared for you, that was why he did what he did.

"Did you date someone else in these past two years?" He suddenly said, changing the topic.

"Did you meet someone and fall in love?" He asked again.

"Did he treat you better?"

You took his hands off of you and turned around to face him, looking at his face with a layer of sadness on it.

"Was he better than me?" He asked again.

"If this is it about the other day, he was just someone I went on a date once," you said even though you didn't know why you felt obligated to explain.

He nodded and licked his lips, "I know," he answered.

"But is there someone else?" He asked again as if the answer would please him.

You shook your head, "no one else," you answered.

He pulled you into a hug and held you so tight as if you would vanish if he didn't. He sighed repeatedly, relieved and enlightened, he raked your hair with his fingers and drank your scent.

He tilted your head with his fingers under your chin, "I'll be miserable if I can't have you," he said, then pressed a kiss on your lips.

You let your bag drop onto the floor and slipped your hands under his suit jacket and on his warm-clothed body, returning his kiss with the same enthusiasm.

Minho ran his hands down to the back of your thighs and hoisted your body against him, steered both of your bodies to his desk, then sat you down on the desk.

He let go of the kiss, placed his hands around your neck, and softly rubbed your jaw with his thumb, "you're so hot when you're mad," he said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "should I stay mad at you, then?" You teased.

"You're always hot to me nonetheless," he said while running a thumb over your lips.

"But when you're mad," he hissed, "so, so hot," then brought his lips on you again.

With his lips almost touching yours, you pushed him away from you, and he staggered backward, "fuck you, Minho," you said to him.

"Huh? why? What happened?" He asked, baffled at the turn of the event.

"Fuck you!" You cursed out loud, loud enough for anyone outside the office to hear.

You got off his desk and walked up to him, "Fuck you! I Didn't steal your design!" You shouted at him.

He stood there frozen on his feet, "I didn't say you steal it," he said.

You pushed him until his back hit the wall and made a soft thudding sound.

"You fucking incompetent piece of shit! Why would I steal from you?" You snapped at him, index finger stabbed his chest for every word you enunciated.

He put your hand away, but you were quick to fist the front of his shirt, "Why? Didn't you say you like seeing me mad?" You asked him.

Minho smirked almost devilishly.

He pulled your body and had you pinned to the wall this time, pressing his weight against yours, "And you think you're better than me?" He shouted back at you in a mocking tone, intentionally loud for everyone else to hear.

"You have so much to prove, huh?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"I'm going to win this time," you said to him, grabbing his shirt by its collar.

"You'd better get your big mouth shut for that!" He said, then pressed a haste kiss on you.

A kiss that made both of you thrash around the room, wreaking havoc in his office, your shoes fell off your feet as he lifted your body and sat you back on the desk.

His hand impatiently went under your skirt to palm your clothed core, so warm and delicate under his touch.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, "I want you so much,"

He aggressively inserted his fingers inside your underwear to touch the delicate flesh of your cunt, to see how wet you were for him.

Your hands went to unbuckle his belt and fumbled to open the button that Minho eventually helped you with it, pulled out his erection from his underwear.

You wrapped your hand around his length and gently pumped his length.

You reclined on the desk with a hand propped under you, lifted your legs, and pulled the hem of your skirt until it scrunched up around your hips, all while your eyes fixated on his, just like the sight wasn't tantalizing enough, you spread your legs wide for him.

A lopsided grin bloomed on his face, he felt challenged by you, you pushed just the right button. He put your underwear to the side, exposing your gushing wet hole that he immediately inserted his fingers.

You intentionally clenched around his fingers to give him a taste of what was coming.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

"I can't wait anymore," he said to you, then dragged your body closer, he wet the tip of his cock with your arousal to finally push his length inside.

You hooked your legs around his waist, and with your heels, you pressed his ass, sending him deeper inside you.

He let out a loud groan that you quickly slush him away, "you want everyone to hear, huh?"

He shook his head with jaws clenched, "I don't care," he said to you.

You intentionally clenched, tightened the muscles around him, and successfully earned another loud groan from him that he quickly muffled by pressing his lips together.

"And you said you don't care," you sneered.

He ignored your taunt and began moving, eyes fixated on where his cock going in and out of you. He wondered how you managed to still calm with this overwhelming pleasure, that only made him want to ruin you more, making you a moaning mess on his office desk.

It was him who had a hard time containing his grunts.

"You left the door unlocked, Minho," you taunted him, "someone can walk in on us,"

He pulled you by your neck to sink his mouth on yours as a way to muffle the noises he made.

"You want to let them see you fucking me on your desk?" You asked into his ear.

The more you taunted him, the more aroused he got that his thrusts started to get sloppy.

"Let them see you fucking an enemy?" You taunted him more.

Minho accidentally sucked on your neck so hard as he climaxed, cumming inside you, and gripped the back of your thigh so hard you were sure it would create a mark on the skin. He gave you a slobbering kiss that landed on the corner of your mouth.

"I hate to remind you, but your coworkers are right outside," you reminded him as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

He let go of your lips with a gasp, then looked at your face, "I still want to be inside you," he said to you.

"I'm so full of you right now," you softly whined.

"And I want to keep it that way," he said to you with a dreamy smile.

After gaining his composure back, Minho slowly pulled out of you, his cock had softened and wet from both of your arousals.

He quickly pushed all the cum leaking out of your hole back inside and put your underwear back to its place, softly palming your clothed cunt as he placed a kiss on you.

He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt back, tucking his shirt inside, and you helped him fix the collar of his shirt.

You got off the table and collected your shoes on the floor, then sat on the headrest of the sofa to put them on, roughly combed your hair next with your fingers after.

Minho noticed the blooming mark on your neck and helped you cover it with your hair.

Minho picked up your bag and handed it to you.

"Don't follow me out of the door," you ordered as you buttoned your coat.

"Why?"

"Because I'm still mad at you," you sharply said.

Minho softly laughed and hugged you from the back, "then I won't let you go until you're not mad anymore,"

You broke out of his hug and turned around, "try me!" You said to him, then got out the door.

You kept walking without looking at his coworkers who were probably wondering what just happened inside.

Minho beat you up to push the elevator to pick you up on his floor, his hair slightly tousled and a sly smirk plastered on his face.

You stood next to each other as you watched the number of the floor change as the elevator went down the building.

"We're supposed to be still mad at each other," you reminded him.

"Why would I still be mad at you?" he asked.

"You're dripping down my thighs," you said to him without turning your head at him.

He didn't reply but shot you a smirk.

The elevator dinged when it arrived, and its door slid open, Minho followed you inside but stayed in its doorway, grabbed you by your elbow, moved his hand to your neck, "be careful," he said to you.

"Goodnight," he added, then gave your lips a quick peck.

He stepped away and let the elevator door slide shut, disappeared behind the chamber.

And you got a taste of what it felt like when you closed the gate of your house at him.

-

The deadline was less than two weeks away, your mind had been occupied with work and more work, even when you were resting at home you felt bad for it, wasting the time you could have spent on working.

You knew this side of yourself, once you were into something, you put your everything on it, you either go all in or nothing, never do it half-heartedly.

You were getting back from a team meeting when you saw Minho had been waiting on your desk.

It was the only good thing that happened that day, the smile he gave you as you made your way to him.

"Come with me," you ordered.

You took him to the balcony where employees go to to have a cigarette smoke between works, there was a little garden and a few benches to sit on, you sat on the one that face the city view.

You sighed, feeling good for taking a little break after tirelessly working for hours.

"I see that you're busy," he said to you.

"Aren't you should be busy too?"

He sighed, "yeah,"

"But I want to see you," he added.

You reclined on the bench and rested your head on his shoulder, it felt nice to rely on someone even for a fleeting moment.

Minho put an arm around you, making you feel embraced.

"Minho, we can't keep doing this," you said to him.

"Doing what?"

"Keep seeing each other," you answered.

"The deadline is nearing, and I don't have time to focus on something else," you explained.

"That I agree," he said while rubbing your shoulder.

"You know that once I'm starting something, I will put everything in me into it," you furtherly explained.

"I know," he nodded in acknowledgment.

Minho sighed, he understood what you meant, that he shouldn't be seeing you and vice versa, and that both of you should put your focus on the project.

"I will stop seeing you," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

"Only until the deadline," he said to you, shot you a playful smirk, "when the deadline ends, you can't stop me from seeing you,"

You closed your eyes and chuckled, "unbelievable!" You breathlessly muttered.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company in between chaotic hours of work.

It was hard for Minho not to see you for a while, it was even harder to part with you and not be able to kiss you, or just held your hand.

It was the right thing to do.

Minho also had a hard time focusing on work when his head was filled with you. At least not seeing you, helped him put all of his attention on it, working and doing his best to get the best outcome.

It wasn't hard to find his motivation back, to win, to prove himself, to be acknowledged for what he do best.

When the work took its toll on him, that was when he needed you.

He drove to your house after getting off late from work and rang your doorbell. It took you a while to open the gate and find him there, eyes shrunken in exhaustion like the life was sucked out of him.

"I thought we agreed not to-"

Without letting you finish your sentence, he put his hands around you and held you close, melted into your arms that made his worries evaporate into thin air.

"I know," he mumbled.

"I need to see you," he said to you.

He sounded so worn out that you felt bad for stopping him, you held him back instead, slipping your hands underneath his coat and putting your hand on his back.

Minho put his coat around you, enveloping both of your bodies in his coat, and stayed like that, in the quiet of the night except for the constant buzzing sound of the streetlight shining down on you.

"I miss you so much," he said at your face with eyes closed as if it was painful to admit it.

And you couldn't deny the fact that you missed him too: his smart mouth, his sly smirks, his intense gaze, his presence in your life that made your life a little easier, whole and content.

You tilted your head up at him and looked into his eyes, which overflowed with so much warmth and affection for you.

"I miss you too," you said back.

Minho smiled and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips that made the mounting misery of not seeing you disappear in a second.

"You want to come in?" You asked him.

Minho would say yes right away if he hadn't promised you.

He shook his head even though he had been dying for you to invite him in, "I'll be a gentleman and wait until the deadline ends," he answered.

You nodded, "Correct answer!"

He jerked his head back, "wait, that was a test isn't it?" He asked.

You shrugged.

"And I passed?"

You shrugged again.

He groaned while you chuckled at him, he tightened his hold around you, pecked on your lips, and kissed you to get as much taste of it to last him until he could see you again.

"You'd better get back inside, it's freezing," he said to you.

"Okay," you said.

He reluctantly put his hands away from you and let you step out of his hug, watched you get inside the gate, and said, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He said back.

He stood there for a moment to relish the feeling of having you around him. He just realized how much your presence meant to him, like breathing a new life into him, making him want to do better and better.

Only a few days away, he said to himself. A few nights of sleep away then he'll be able to see you as much as he wanted, and at that moment, Minho's goal slightly changed, not to win but to have you back.

-

A day before the deadline, you came by his office and it puzzled him because it was so unlike you to break your promise. He saw you waiting by the lounge, sitting on the single sofa in the corner of the room with your purse on your lap.

"Hey," he greeted as he sat on the sofa across from you, "I didn't expect to see you today. Deadline is tomorrow," he said.

You smiled at him, "last-minute enemy intrusion," you joked.

"Let me get you a cup of coffee," he offered.

"No, please," you kindly refused, "I won't be long," you added.

He sat back down, took your hand, and clasped it with his, "what is it?" He asked, in slight concern.

You licked your lips and looked into his eyes that stared back at you with so much anticipation, "I just came back from turning in my design," you began, "I had to do an early presentation because I have to leave for a business trip,"

The smile on his face slowly faded, "you're going to leave me, are you? Like two years ago," he asked, squeezing your hand and clasped it tighter around his.

You softly smiled, "why would I bother telling you if I'm going to leave you?" you said.

Minho leaned forward on his seat, propped his elbows on his knees, "don't leave!" He sadly said.

"I'll only leave for a week," you said to him, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

"And you come here to tell me that?" He asked.

Minho couldn't hide his gleeful smiles, feeling giddy because it felt like he had just unlocked a new level in the relationship.

You shook your head, "I come here to say good luck!"

He chuckled, couldn't contain his glee anymore.

"Cause you seem to really need it," you added with eyes squinted at him, "a lot,"

He burst out laughing and hissed, "you really do come to break my spirit, huh?"

You shrugged and subtly smirked at him.

He walked you until you were both outside his firm, hailed a taxi for you. Knowing that you would be out of reach for a few days, he grabbed your hand, not letting you in the taxi yet, taking a look at you, and got the urge to touch you, but he knew you wouldn't like that.

He looked at you for a while with a hand squeezed your elbow, "gosh, I want to kiss you so much," he muttered under his breath.

You softly smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Good luck!" You said to him again then got in the back of the taxi.

After your taxi had left, Minho stood there still reeling from the kiss you just gave him, out in the open, with people walking around the firm, in the middle of the day.

One kiss was all it took to get him through the day but not enough to last until the day you come back.

He turned in the design and gave a presentation on the following day, he felt relieved because he put his best into it and that he regretted nothing, no matter what the outcome would be.

All he could think about was you.

How he missed you.

How badly he needed to hold you to melt his weariness away.

When he came to the office the following week, people cheered for him and it got him questioning himself.

Everyone seemed to know that it would be him just like they expected, his design got selected, in other words, he won it, he proved himself, he reached his goal.

As everyone celebrated his achievement, he got this feeling tugged in his chest, he should be happy about his winning, but why it didn't excite him like he thought it would.

What is winning without someone to share it? Someone who knew the struggle, the pain that came by sacrificing everything on it, and gave him the support he never knew he needed.

When everyone left for the day, Minho sat on his chair and looked out of his window in his office.

Celebrating his winning on his own and the burden that went away with it. Winning wasn't always about gaining, it was also about losing.

His cellphone rang on his desk, and he picked it up.

"Congratulations!" That was the first word you said to him s soon as he picked up.

He smiled knowing that it was you, "Thank you," he said, he wasn't exactly feeling grateful for beating you but he knew how you hated being treated like a sore loser.

"I miss you! Come back already!" He muttered, he needed you more than being acknowledged for his achievement.

"Why? Are you going to treat this loser for some drinks?" You playfully asked through the phone.

"You are anything but a loser," he told you.

"And yes, I'll bring a bottle,"

You lightly chuckled, "Then come down!"

"Huh?"

"I'll be waiting by your car," you said.

Minho jolted on his seat and sat up straight, "you're here?"

"Don't make me wait too long, Minho," you gave him a vague answer.

Minho frantically gathered his things around his office and punched the button on the elevator as if it would get him down faster.

When the door slid open, he broke into a jog and went to where he parked his car with you leaning against the side of the car.

His heart burst with happiness like he just received his real prize for winning.

He ran to you and crashed himself with you, hugged you and lifted you off of your feet, held you in the air for a moment before putting you back down.

You opened your mouth to speak but he was quick to shut you up with a kiss, a titillating kiss that conveyed how much he misses you.

"Let's get you home," he said as soon as he broke the kiss.

You looked at him with your lips wet from his kiss, "Okay," you answered.

Minho had been waiting for this moment, he stood behind you as you unlocked the gate of your house then pushed it open.

He followed you inside, crossed the small garden, then climbed the stairs that led to the front door of the house, you inserted the passcode until it beeped open.

You swung the door open and stepped away to let him in, "please, come in!" You said to him.

He shot you a smile, then walked in, took off his shoes, and slipped into slippers.

He looked around the living room while you went to the kitchen to get some drinks, looking at the framed pictures of you with your family on the wall, and saw the one when you were still a toddler, playing sand on a beach.

"I am well aware that I wasn't a cute kid back then," you said when you returned with glasses and a small bucket of ice cubes, then put down a sealed bottle of whiskey.

Minho sat on the sofa and volunteered to open the bottle, "I'm sorry. I should be the one treating you to a drink," he said.

"No problem. I happen to have a lot of alcohol but no time to drink them," you responded.

You put two ice cubes on his glass and none in yours, Minho shot you a sly smile because you still remember how he likes his drink.

He clangs his glass with yours, took sips of your drinks almost at the same time, slightly hissing when you gulped it down in one go and the alcohol burned down your throat.

"Congratulations, once again," you said again as you refilled your glass.

Then clang your glass with his in his hand, gulped it again at once.

You glanced at him, and he was giving you this look, one that was so familiar, "don't give me that pitying look, Minho," you said to him and put down your glass.

"I'm not," he denied.

You lightly chuckled, "Look, you didn't owe me anything, you won because you did it on your own. It came from your pure hard work and your competence, you did it, you won!" You said to him, squeezing his hand on his lap.

"And you know what? You didn't have to prove anyone anything, you only need to prove it to yourself," you added.

You shifted on your seat, slightly facing him with one leg folded on the sofa, "you just did, and that's enough," you finished with a comforting smile.

Minho didn't realize it until you told him this, that he didn't need to prove anyone anything, everything that he sought all these times was not winning but proving it to himself.

His heart swelled with so much pride for himself, and it felt like the burden he put himself in vanished into thin air.

He reached for your cheek, caressed it with so much love, feeling so grateful and lucky he had someone like you who understood him.

He leaned in and kissed you, he put all of these nice feelings inside of him and put them all into the kiss.

"I'm so in love with you," he said against your lips.

He didn't waste time to kiss you again, drew your body close, and closed the gap between your bodies. Kissed you more, harder, deeper until his lungs screamed for oxygen.

He was so lost in the moment, he didn't hear his cellphone ringing in his jacket.

"Minho, your phone is ringing," you said to him.

He sighed, reluctantly letting go of the kiss but still holding you close, he picked up the phone.

You lay your hand flat on his chest as you watched him talk into the phone, he looked back at you, then at your hand that played with the button of his shirt.

You moved your hand down lower to feel the taut muscles of his stomach through the fabric, all the while maintaining your eyes with his.

Your hand went lower, touching the metal buckle of his belt, and he shot you a subtle glare as he kept talking into the phone.

You quickly withdrew yourself and sat up on the sofa to pour yourself a drink, just a little, and gulped it down.

Minho grabbed your hand when he thought you were about to leave him on the sofa, you shot him a smile and went kneeling on the floor facing him.

He shook his head at you, sensed that you were up to no good.

But that didn't stop you from unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down, taking out his semi-hard member from its confine.

Minho watched it all while trying to keep his tone as he continued speaking through the phone, stifled a sigh when you wrapped your hand around his length and began softly pumping it, up and down.

"Not fair," he mouthed to you.

You took an ice cube from the bucket and put it in your mouth, crushed it with your teeth until it became tiny little shards in your mouth.

Minho's eyes widened when he saw you slowly bring your mouth close to his cock and put it in your mouth, couldn't help but let out a moan when he felt the cold of the ice around him that electrified and aroused him at the same time.

He could only hope the person he was speaking to didn’t know what he was dealing with, having your head between his legs, kneeling, and opening your mouth wide to take all of his length.

Minho struggled to contain his groans, he could only mumble his answers through the phone, inhaled, and exhaled a long breathe once in a while to calm himself down as his cock was fully buried inside your mouth, cold and hot, wet and slick.

He let his head fall back on the headrest of the sofa, having a hard time focusing on talking on the phone with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His hand went to put your hair away into a makeshift ponytail with one hand from covering such an enticing sight. The other one was busy holding his phone, keeping it pressed close to his ear.

You looked up through your lashes at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

Minho couldn't handle it, he quickly muttered goodbye to whomever he was talking to on the phone and put the phone away.

"Can't even wait for me to finish my phone call, huh?" He asked you, placing a hand on your jaw and softly rubbing it with his thumb.

You hummed your answer, and the vibration made him buck his hips against your, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat.

Minho cursed under his breath when he pulled his cock out of your mouth, followed by strings of his cum dribbled down your chin.

The view of it made his cock twitch in an instant, he saw the white of his cum on your tongue then watched you swallow it all down.

"Fuck," he cursed out loud, the profanity echoed in the living room.

He roughly got you up from the floor by your elbows and sat you down on his lap, "you're so..." he couldn't find the perfect word to describe the way you unexpectedly act. It never crossed his mind that you would kneel, having to see your head between his legs and sucking him off.

"Unexpected?"

"Full of surprises, more like," he corrected.

He kissed you hastily, tasting your cold mouth, you and his cum in you. His hands fumbled to unbutton your blouse that he impatiently ripped open, you were sure one or two buttons were flying off when he did.

He tossed the blouse away, unclasped your bra without hassle, then hand took an ice cube from the bucket, chewing on it as you did earlier.

"Payback time?" You asked him.

He nodded and opened his mouth to take your breast into his mouth.

The cold of the ice welcomed you, raised the goosebumps all over your body, and woke all of your senses at once.

You didn't hold back from moaning, you looked at how his mouth wrapped around your nipple and sucked on your breast.

You put your hair away, then put your hands on his shoulders, watching him do the same to your other breast, the melting ice dripping down from the corner of his mouth to your chest.

You slowly grind on him, your clothed core against his bulge under you, lowly moaning with mounting tension.

"My room is upstairs," you told him as you slipped your hand into his hair.

"Do you think you can carry me there?" You asked him.

There's just something so satisfying about proving anyone wrong, and Minho lived for that.

He let go of your breast with a loud pop, leaving your nipples red and swollen, wet with his saliva and melting ice.

Taking you to bed would be nothing," he said to you and confidently got up from the sofa, lifting you along with him.

You gasped as he hoisted you higher, hooked your legs around his waist, and hands looped around his neck, clung onto him as he climbed the stairs that led to your room.

He kicked open the door of your bedroom, making you giggle because he didn't want to let go of you for a mere second.

His impatient hands stripped your clothes off of you and as well as his, then crashed his naked body at you until you both toppled onto the bed.

Minho had wanted on fucking you for a long time, and that notion became true got him overwhelmed that his hands aimlessly touching you and kissing anything that he could put his mouth on.

You took the lead, had him pinned under you, lowered yourself to kiss him down while holding your hair from hitting his face.

"I dream of you on top of me," he said to you.

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

You grind on him for a moment before taking his length in your hand and aligning yourself with him, your eyes fixated on his face while his on where his cock slowly disappeared into you.

When he fully inside you, you let out a delightful sigh, blissfully smiling, "so perfect," you hummed, "so perfect inside me," you said to him with a dreamy sigh.

Grunts spilled out of his mouth as you moved on top of him, rolled your hips in a circular motion, slowly grind on him, bounced so hard with your breasts going along with the motions.

"Is this how you dream it?" You softly asked him with your hands on his chest.

He rubbed your forearm, "Even better," he sighed.

ou seductively smiled at him, then tilted your head up, took his hands, and led them to where you wanted him to touch you: all over.

You lay one foot flat on the bed to gain some leverage to go deeper, your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm came closing in.

Minho steadily held your waist, preventing you from falling to the side.

You moaned out loud.

Minho could listen to it on repeat, and he would never get tired of it.

"You're so beautiful when you moan like that," he murmured.

You clenched around him, tighter and tighter, your legs grew weak then a burst of immense pleasure surged throughout your body like a wildfire.

You toppled to the side, and Minho didn't waste time to take over from there, he turned you over on the bed and lifted you by your waist, jutting your ass up in the air.

With a hand on your hips to keep you still and steady, he pushed his length into you again.

He heard you cry into the pillow, his cock entering your still sensitive walls from the previous orgasm.

He began moving, slow and steady, angling your body as he pleased by your hips.

He lowered himself behind you, brought his mouth close to your ear, "Did someone fuck you in those two years without me?" He asked you.

"Did he fuck you better than I do?"

One hand went under to play with your clit, "No one can fuck you better than I do," he remarked, his hot breath tickling your ear when he spoke.

You didn't reply but clutched your pillow under you, moaning and screaming into it.

"You keep clenching around me," he said, gripping your hips so tight, "you want me to cum so fast?"

Minho got lost in it, at how good you felt around his cock that he thrusting into you at a relentless pace, one hand went to the nape of your neck, pushing your head onto the pillow.

"You feel so good, oh, fuck," he said between his grunts.

"I'm going to cum so hard and fill you up,"

And picked up his pace by putting all of his strength into the thrusts until he cum inside you, cock twitching and jamming it so deep inside you as he released his seed.

Without pulling out of you, he lowered himself, kissing your back and angled your head so he could kiss your face.

He heard your sniffles muffled by the pillow and got panicked, "are you crying?"

Your eyes were wet with tears that he could see the wet of your tears on the pillow, he wiped your tears with the back of his hand.

"Are you okay?"

"Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head and looked over your shoulder,

"That was just so good," you honestly answered.

Minho let out a mix of sighs and chuckle as he removed the hair that stuck to your face, "that good, huh?"

He took your hand and intertwined it with his on the bed, lay beside you as he put your body to the side so he could spoon you without pulling out of you, he kissed your bare shoulder repeatedly until you calmed down.

"I never cried from having sex before," you admitted.

"Trust me that it never feels this good to me before," he said to you.

"I believe it feels that good because it's with you," he added, then kissed the skin behind your ear.

You smiled hearing his comforting words tinted with so many endearments for you.

You closed your eyes, let the warmth of his body and the touches he gave you, lulled you to sleep.

-

You woke up with his hands touching your body, mouth kissing the column of your throat, and when he saw your eyes fluttering open, he smiled then whispered, "good morning,"

You saw the pale sunshine shining through the window behind him.

"Can't help yourself, I see," you mumbled.

He smiled with his mouth on your neck, "I want you so much," he murmured.

You softly smiled at him, you knew he didn't need your answer, he was just seeking your permission to go further.

Even with your head was still clouded with sleep, you could feel how pleasurable it was to have him inside you again.

"Mmh yeah, so good," he murmured.

You hummed with your eyes closed, putting a hand around his neck, and softly scratched the hair on the back of his head. He kissed your open mouth and his hips pulsating into you at a painstakingly slow pace.

You looked at his face that hovered a few inches above you, "Remind me how did we get here?" You asked him out of the blue

He breathlessly laughed, "from enemies to lovers?"

"So cliché," you commented while rolling your eyes.

Your cellphone rang from the bedside table, you stretched out your hand and groped around the table to see it was a call from work.

"Don't do anything funny," you said to him, then accepted the call.

Minho took this opportunity to his advantage.

He picked up the pace of his thrust and went as shallow as possible while looking down at your face.

You pressed your lips together to muffle your moans and talked as little as possible into the phone.

When you talked into the phone, Minho intentionally pulled out only to jam his cock back inside that a loud moan accidentally slipped past your mouth.

"Oh my God," you exclaimed while still on the phone.

"Can I call you later?" You spoke into the phone and hung up before you could receive an answer.

You put your phone away and held him close, "you're vengeful," you muttered.

He smirked then kissed you, "We're tied now," he announced.

You kissed him back, "yeah, but you'd better finish soon cause I have a meeting to go to," you informed.

Minho glanced at the clock on your bedside table, "oh yeah, me too," he said.

He groaned, then sank his mouth on you again, hips incessantly thrusting into you, and you hooked your legs around his waist, arching your back to let him penetrate deeper.

"Wait," you said into his lips.

"What?"

"Don't tell me you're participating in the design for that new art gallery?" You wildly guessed.

Minho pulled away from the kiss and scoffed, he didn't say anything but nodded.

"Oh, I guess we're going for another round," he said.

You brought his face close by his neck, placed a haste, slobbering kiss on his lips.

"well, let's finish this round first, shall we?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

And Minho likes it when you challenge him like this.

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warnings: bdsm, impact play, choking, gagging, blindfolding, bondage, wax play, degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), brat reader, brat tamer ! hwa, sugar daddy ! hwa, 50 shades but it’s seonghwa, face slapping ? nipple play, nipple clamps

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a/n: since the song is for 50 shades, i based this off that one scene in 50 shades :) also, seonghwa has a sensitive chest. it’s his erogenous zone <33 or so i have decided that for this fic >:) this might be bad idk

- installment I of the starboy x ateez series

being affiliated with park seonghwa had it’s fair share of perks. being spoiled with gifts being one of them. he wasted no expense over you, making sure that you had the prettiest things to wear even if you didn’t want them. he was generous towards you, contrary to how the papers portrayed him. “ceo of park enterprises, park seonghwa slams wallstreet for false counts of defamation” he was a controversial man to say the least, so you tried to avoid him just a tiny bit when you first met him. what if he really was committing tax fraud ?

but slowly you learned that ceo of park enterprises, park seonghwa was nothing but a kind and humble man, honest to his word and gave great dick. (also, he isn’t a tax evader, after all.) seonghwa had special tastes in the bedroom. it shocked you when you first found out, sending your brain into a frenzy at the thought of how someone could derive so much pleasure from hurting others. but as you slowly fell into his web of blindfolds, leather whips and paddles, you understood. soon, the pain he delivered to your body was no longer painful, but pleasurable and only made you scream louder for him.

you walked towards the kitchen counter, grabbing your phone - he bought that for you too. you dialed his number, hoping he’d pick up since it was literally 3 am and you couldn’t get your thoughts away from him. after three rings, the call picked up. “i love when you call unexpected.” he chuckled through the line. you smiled at his voice, happy to hear it again after spending a week without each other. “how are you, hwa ? i hope i didn’t wake you up.” you spoke. you heard a gulp through the line, figured that he was probably drinking from the chardonnay he loved. “no, you didn’t. i’m just working over a couple documents right now. is there anything you needed, sweetheart ?” he asked.

‘sweetheart’ your heart beat faster at the nickname, loving the way that he only addressed you like this. “i want you.” you breathed out, unable to get the words past your lips without difficulty. the line went silent from the other end, causing panic in your body for just a split second. “come over. you know the password to the gate.” with that, the blood in your veins set afire again. grabbing your keys and phone, you dashed out to the front of your house, quickly getting in the car- that he had also gifted you on your birthday- and leaving the apartment complex you lived in.

-

the drive to the extravagant mansion was slightly long, he lived deep within the hills, surrounded by greenery and quiet; a place where one could never be disturbed. you drove over the gravel, making a satisfyingly crunchy noise that you loved. approaching the gate, it opened on it’s own once you punched the numbers in; the code was yours and his birth dates put together. you parked your car in front of the grand fountain in front of his home, carefully stepping out.

the size of his home was a reminder of who he was. an extravagant affair of infinity pools, french doors, marble pillars and stone gargoyles that sat at the mouth of the roof. shakily, you pressed the doorbell. you had expected the housekeeper to answer the door but it was seonghwa himself, clad in cream colored silk pajama pants and no shirt. “my dear, y/n.” he cooed as he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his grand foyer. “you look as stunning as ever.” he praised. seonghwa’s words had always affected you so greatly, immediately making you swoon as to how much love he showered you with. “thank you, hwa.” you replied with an honest smile playing over your lips.

he lead you into his kitchen, taking out a tub of häagen-dazs, he grabbed two spoons. “do you want bourbon with it ?” he asked. you nodded, knowing that you’d need to be more than tipsy for later on. “caramel ?” he asked, you shook your head no, deciding that adding caramel would be far more sweeter than you’d like. seonghwa took a seat in the island chair next to you, grabbing your thigh and pulling you closer. a coy smile played at your lips, staring at him with mischief in your eyes. you’re not sure where the audacity came from, but you grabbed the cold spoon full of ice cream, running it down the mans chest. the cool dessert melted on his warm chest, dripping down his chest immediately.

a shiver ran up seonghwa’s, a sigh escaping his lips. “y/n- you’re making me regret telling you.” he responded. but you ignored his words, the bourbon in your veins making you bolder than usual. you leaned down towards his chest, licking up his chest. “hwa..” you giggled. staring up at him with doe eyes, you made him groan. “y/n…” he groaned. you licked the melted dessert off his chest, cleaning him up just as though nothing had happened at all. if licking ice cream off park seonghwa’s erogenous zone was bad, imagine how he’d feel when you tried to suck marks onto his che-

a hand gripped your hair, pulling you up roughly. “you’ve got a lot of nerve, sweetheart.” he growled. you flashed a catty smile at him, completely careless of how he was going to treat you later. “you’re cute when you’re angry, hwa.” a part of him liked this. he wanted a challenge and you giving him one made his dick throb. “you’re gonna regret acting out, doll.” he commented. your answer was sharp, revolting against him. “am i, though ? i win in this either way, don’t i ?” you ran a finger down his chest again, visibly seeing him tense up more than he wanted to.

you wanted to rile seonghwa up as much as you could, wanting him to unleash his fits of anger on you more than normal. you’re asking for this, in fact you’re begging.

“come on, hwa. show me what you can do, baby boy.”

a shiver ran up his spine, somehow liking the idea of being under you. “shut up.” he spat, pulling your hair a bit tighter, burning your scalp as he slammed his lips against yours. the kiss was hungry, neat but rough and passionate; he was a fantastic kisser. “slut.” he whispered against your lips. lifting you onto his lap, seonghwa carried you both out the kitchen and down the hall to a room that none of you usually spoke of. the red room, or as you liked to make fun of him for his corniness, “jungle gym for kinky money laundering ceo’s.” seonghwa threw you onto the bed, looking down at you, cock throbbing in his pants. you tried to scurry away, reaching back towards the headboard, but he grabbed your ankle.

“where do you think you’re going ?” he asked. you shook your head, “nowhere, sir.” you giggled.

seonghwa stared at you with disdain and pride all at once, but mostly disdain. he wanted you to submit to him.. “come here.” he said to you while curling his fingers in a come-hither motion. you shook your head,

“why don’t you come and get me ?”

you saw seonghwa’s nostrils flare and veins bulge; your words clearly pissing him off. “y/n. now.” he snapped, but you didn’t wanna listen. the power to piss him off made you high off of it, and only made you want to do it more. but there can only be an extent of brattiness in you..

seonghwa crawled over the bed towards you, bold and fast. his hands grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. “why are you being such a bad girl, today ?” he asked. your answer annoyed him even further, “because.” you quipped. a hand landed on your throat, squeezing until your eyes rolled into the back of your head. you almost regretted irritating him. almost.

when he loosened the grip on your neck, you sputtered over your words, trying to catch your breath. “is that all you go-” a slap landed on your cheek. it wasn’t too hard, but it was enough to leave some faint stinging on your cheek.

“you’re being so fucking mouthy today, aren’t you ?” you wanted to blame it on the alcohol. say that you acting out was just a little gimmick to piss him off, and it sort of was. you wanted him to treat you more harshly than usual. at this hour of the night, you doubt he would lift a finger on you. hence, the idea of making him angry enough to use you like a stupid slut made you go insane.

“what do you want from me, sweetheart ?” he asked. his voice is sincere and so much calmer than before. it melted your insides like hot lava, dripping down your eardrums like sweet honey. “tell me what you want..” he said once more. you sputtered, breath hitching in your throat as you found it more difficult to find yourself again. “just wan- just wanna be used..” you gasped. seonghwa didn’t waste any time. diving straight for your neck as he pinned your arms above your head. “you need to be more verbal with me. you know how important communication is in this.” he mumbled against your neck, laying kiss after kiss on your neck.

“ ‘m sorry, sir.” you whined back. the atmosphere changed as you submitted to him finally, knowing that he’d give you what you want now. “just be good.” he commanded. you sunk your nails into his back as he teethed at the skin on your neck, forming marks that would stay there for days. “s-sir..” you whined, fully immersed in the pleasure his lips alone provided you. he hummed in response, shushing you so you could enjoy the soft treatment; which would turn quite the opposite later on into the night.

seonghwa moved away from you after a moment, kissing you softly one more time before he left your line of sight. “i’ll be back, sweetheart.” he whispered. after no more than two minutes, your lover returned with an array of all kinds of toys, from a gag to a leather paddle.

“this is what you want from me tonight, right ?” he asked

you stared at the pink nipple clips in awe, absolutely astonished that he had purchased these for you. “y-yes, sir.” you stuttered, needing him to use all the toys on you now.

seonghwa stepped forward, bringing out a silk blindfold that he carefully tied behind your head. “you talk too much”, he whispered in your ear. “i can think of better ways to use that mouth.”

you couldn’t see his face but you were sure he wasn’t the slightest bit sorry to do this to you. a silk cloth was fastened across your mouth, leaving you unable to speak. “you’re gonna be a good girl for me now, right ?” he asked. you tried to speak around the gag, looking dumber than you thought you would and seonghwa ate it up.

“aw, is she trying to speak despite having a gag in her mouth ? what a stupid fucking slut.” he spat, tone switching from sweet to venomous within seconds.

next was the thin red rope he had bought just for you, looping it around your wrists and to the bed posts. your ankles were next; he placed soft kisses on the side of your knee, making you jolt at the touch.

“i hope you don’t cry too much after this. i think i’d feel a tiny bit sorry.” he mumbled.

you had no response, knowing he wouldn’t want you to talk with a gag in your mouth anyway. with your ankles and wrists tied to each bed post, your voice silenced and eyes blind, you were susceptible to any of seonghwa’s actions. your body formed goosebumps as he touched you once more. his fingers were ice cold compared to your body’s temperature.

there wasn’t much feeling other than the sounds of your heavy, erratic breathing and seonghwa moving around to grab things. you heard the clinking of chains, unsure of whatever this item was. soon, you feel two fingers reach for your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he kisses the other one. you gasped around the gag, finding it difficult to not be able to bury your fingers into his hair.

“h-hwa..” you try to speak over the gag, finding pleasure in the way he stimulated your perked up buds further. you felt a cool metal against your nippled, clamping against it until it almost stung. you let out a loud yelp, jolting as seonghwa clamped your other nipple as well.

you could barely move, trying to leave his touch as it became too much. “sir, please !” you cried, words still jumbled from the ball gag. you couldn’t only wriggle around pathetically, hardly even getting anywhere until the familiar lash of the paddle struck your stomach.

“stop fucking moving.” he spat. tears seeped down your eyes as you became more aware of your surroundings. “please..” you begged. you weren’t really sure what you begged for but you didn’t have much more to say to the raven haired man. a second lash landed right on the side of your chest, stinging as you tried to fight the restraints.

“you were gonna be good for me, yeah ?” you nodded your head, so ashamed of what you had become in front of him.

“i’m gonna give you 10. after ten, i’m gonna use the candles. is that alright ?” you nodded your head, knowing that he was waiting for a quick response before his temper struck again. “alright now, i’ll try to be gentle, okay ?”

seonghwa was anything but gentle. the lashes you faced on your body from the brown leather paddle were nothing but painful. they stung and you cried out each time, skin hot and burning as your tears soaked the blindfold. you could hear him chuckling above you as you jolted in pain each time he ran a light touch over the red marks.

“you’re so pretty when you cry.” he giggled, almost maniacally. you could hear the smile in his voice, knowing that having you as disheveled as he did pleased him beyond words. the pain from the harsh impact from earlier stung, but seonghwa did his best to fix it up, leaning down and pressing his soft lips against the welted skin. “such a bad girl.” he whispered. his hands were gripping your torso closer to his face, letting him feel your skin against his. you couldn’t speak much due to the gag, but seonghwa didn’t mind as much; there’ll be plenty of time to hear your pretty noises later.

he placed kisses against your stomach, reveling in the taste of your skin. “y/n, my love.. you’re so dangerous.” seonghwa whined. you were unsure where these words came from considering he had you tied up, and not the other way around. pulling away from you for just a moment, the raven haired man returned with a red candle, ignited, as the flame licked the thick, hot air. you gasped as you felt a burning sensation on the tops of your thighs. red liquid hardening instantly as it came in contact with your skin. seonghwa pulled the gag away from your mouth.

“scream for me.” he commanded, while dripping the wax across your body.

you liked it. you liked how sadistic your lover was, how his cock probably hardened at the thought of you being in pain because of him. “sir !” you cried as he stuffed a toy in between your folds, with little warning. it wasn’t all that big, but the stimulation from it vibrating inside you sent you reeling, combined with the clamps on your nipples and dripping wax, no sight..

you were a mess. unable to go anywhere and completely at his disposal. “you’re pretty..” he growled.

kissing your lips and trailing down to leave marks on your collarbones once more. “can’t believe i have such a good whore like you.”

seonghwa left your head dizzy, unable to register anything. the stimulation and love he provided you with left your eyes seeing white. you wondered how a meeting at the hardware store could result in this; a life of designer bags, exotic trips and dick like you've never had before. seonghwa was a diamond in the rough.

his groaned in satisfaction as he felt your slick against his thigh. “so, so wet for me, aren’t you ?” he questioned. you nodded your head, screaming about how his simple touch ignited a pool inside you. the wax from before had long since dried, left with only the cracking wax. you needed him, needed him to stuff you full before you went crazy.

“sir, inside. please.” you begged. “i want y- your cock. please.” you couldn’t show him your teary eyes but the patch of wetness on the blindfold was enough to let him know your condition. but he was cruel, he shook his head no.

“no, thanks doll. i wanna have my fun first.” your blood ran cold as he leaned down, settling between your thighs. he pried them apart with strength, making you gush more than before. “you’re gonna take what i give you, right ?” he asked.

“yes, sir.” you responded to him, knowing that anything different would make a ticking time bomb like him explode.

seonghwa’s hold on your thighs was strong as iron, pulling them apart as his tongue dove straight into you. his tongue traced your most sensitive parts, unrelenting and unkind to how sensitive you already were. the pink muscle worked magic on your body, making you wriggle in place, trying to leave the wrath it provided you.

“sir- sir please- it’s too much !” but hwa pulled away for only a moment, slapping your thigh and he looked at your dumb, crying wet face. “stop fucking moving.” he commanded, anger clear in his voice.

you cried as he dove right back in, tears streaming down your cheek as you found it even more difficult to take his actions. he sucked on your clit, groaning into your cunt. your taste was like an elixir of immortality to him, rejuvenating his soul. he could spend an eternity between your thighs, drinking from you like this.

“you always taste so good.” he groaned, the vibrations going right to the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. your orgasm was approaching you faster and faster, leaving no stone unturned as it hit you with full force. you cried out loud, screaming for seonghwa. but he kept your hips pinned to the bed, continuing to eat your cunt out like a mad man.

his arms locked around your legs as he held your hips up directly to his mouth. seonghwa’s tongue continued to unleash magic onto your cunt. you were unable to stop moving, wriggling and thrashing in his hold as you dug your heel into his back.

“hwa ! ‘s too much !” you begged, but he didn’t stop until the second orgasm came along, wetting his chin even further. you swore you saw white lights at this point, unable to make sense of anything.

he moved away from your thighs, licking up the last of your juices off your cunt. seonghwa moved up your body, kissing your lips fervently. he pulled the blindfold away from your eyes, finally allowing you to see clearly. you blinked a couple times to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, finally seeing your seonghwa in his glory. sweat coated his skin as some strands stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were rosy and suddenly he didn’t seem like the cold hearted man you had met months ago.

you could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning against his lips. mustering the courage to say something to him, you pulled away from his lips for just a second. but he just dove into your neck instead, kissing the skin that had already been littered with purple marks.

“i love you.” you confessed to him.

he paused in his actions, and for a moment you were terrified that he might just leave you like this. he pulled away from your face, looking at you with wonder and confusion in his eyes. “you love me ?” his black eyes questioned you. you nodded, fighting the heat that grew up on your neck.

“i love you, seonghwa.” you confessed once more.

you wanted so badly to touch him but these restraints were getting more annoying as time went on. “can you please untie me ?” you asked him. but it seemed like he was still in a daze, staring at you with rosy cheeks. he stuttered over his words for a moment before nodding his head. “y-yeah. hold on.” seonghwa pulled the clamps off your nipples, letting the cold air touch your nipples. your wrists came in loose seconds, then your ankles. he rubbed the sore skin and kissed it softly, leaning up to look you in the eyes again. he hadn’t said it back and for just a moment you thought you had made things awkward. that he did not love you back and you were crazy for thinking so, but he kissed you back softly again.

cock slowly lining up with your entrance, he pushed in. he stuttered over his words as you squeezed around him. “i-i love you more, y/n.” the exchange was unusual for him, nobody had given him the privilege of feeling as loved as you had.

the atmosphere had flipped, gone from a wildfire to a tamed flame from a candle. seonghwa rocked his hips into your slowly, getting used to how good your cunt was. this wasn’t something that could ever get old for him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. your nails scratched down his back as he worked his hips against yours.

suddenly this wasn’t just sex, you two were making love. it was something he said he didn’t do but look at him now, fighting the urge to cum inside you. maybe it was your vice grip on his cock, or the rosy blush on his cheeks that made him cum just a little bit faster, emptying his load into you.

seonghwa’s thumb rubbed circles along your clit, ruthless still as he was determined to make you cum for him.

“come on, give another one.” he asked of you.

you came for him as asked, ending the night on a very light note. the orgasm was just as good as any other. you squeezed around him even tighter, making his hips stutter as he tried to ride out his orgasm. when seonghwa was done, he crashed next to you, pulling you deep into his embrace.

no words were exchanged any further that night, but the deep purple marks on your body, and the scratch marks on his back were enough to let anyone know how you felt about one another.

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