STARS ALIGNED.

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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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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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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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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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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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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