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❝𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞?❞

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5k

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

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

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

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕: Part I | Contents List | Unmatched

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: © May 2022 by jl-micasea

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

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

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

All you know of it is the pain it brings.

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

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

And yet – you’ve never felt more alive.

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

You’ll never find out, you know.

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

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

The peace is nice, you decide. Needed.

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

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

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

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

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DISTILLED.

Felix x reader. (s,f, a bit of angst)

Author's note: Breaking your trust issue (I created from Twin Flame) with this one!

Content warning: Mentions of smoking and alcohol as a way to cope with anxiety.

"Are you following me?"

You asked the guy who had been walking behind you since the moment you got out of the office right to where you were heading.

You recognized him as the new model in the company, he is gorgeous, of course. A slim face, sharp jaws, a button nose, and bleached blonde hair made him look like a fairy or an elf, or those beautiful mythical creatures in fantasy movies.

"Huh?" He pouted, or it seemed so to you cause his small lips were puckered, and his eyes widened at your question.

He pulled out his hands from his jacket pockets, "I'm actually on my way to the bar," he said, then pointed to the bar a few steps away from where you stood, the red neon sign flickered in the distance, which happened to be the place you were heading to.

Felix shrugged, then walked past you to the bar.

You weren't exactly being big-headed here by thinking you have someone stalked you, you were slightly concerned because who knows? Can't trust anyone these days.

You got into the bar and saw him already seated on one of the stools that faced the bar, you decided to sit on the opposite corner and ordered your drink.

When you got drunk enough, you stumbled on your way out and hugged yourself as you hailed a taxi.

Someone helped you get one, and it was him.

"I'm not following you," he quickly said, "just wanted to help," he added, then opened the taxi door for you.

You quickly got into the back of the taxi.

"Thanks," you muttered to him before closing the car door.

Funny thing is that wasn't the only time you met him in the bar, you met almost every night, after work.

It was either you came and saw him walk in, or he lifted his glass at you the moment he saw you coming to order your drink, him sitting in his usual spot next to a pool table and you in the corner of the bar drinking your liquor in silent.

You saw him talk to a few girls before, and you watched as he flirted with them but never saw him left with one, or maybe you didn’t watch long enough but at the end, you tried not to care so much.

And it became a habit, seeing each other in the bar, in the same place but not really together.

One night, he wasn't there and his stool was occupied by a stranger. Your liquor felt a little bitter that day and you wondered why?

You left early, walked out of the bar clutching your coat together to not let the cold seep in.

"You left early," someone said from behind you.

You looked over your shoulder and saw him, leaning against the wall next to the exit door, smoking a cigarette.

"The alcohol tastes weird today," you said to him with a soft smile, and that was odd because you didn't plan on it.

He tossed his cigarette butt on the concrete floor and stepped on it, "maybe we should start drinking together," he suggested, "I bet it will taste better,"

He stood there, waiting for your answer whether to come with him back inside the bar and drink with him or go home.

A taxi stopped by the side of the street and honked, "Taxi?" The driver asked.

You nodded.

"Maybe next time," you said to him, then got into the taxi.

He nodded and watched as you left with your taxi, leaving him alone outside the bar.

-

The next day at work, you accidentally met him in the lift, on your way down to the studio. A part of you was embarrassed about accusing him of stalking you once, and a part of you afraid that he would tell anyone at work about it, it was so awkward you wished you could shrink yourself into a microscopic size and not be seen by him.

You tried to avoid his eyes and looked away, it was so quiet inside the small chamber that you could hear the faintest sound of music playing through his headphones.

It was supposed to be a quick trip, but why did the lift work so damn slow that day, you just have no idea!

You glanced at him, and he was looking at you, his tongue poked the inside of his cheek with his mouth slightly parted open and hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

When the lift slid open, you immediately made your way out even though it was useless to avoid him since you'd be meeting him again for the photoshoot.

And worse, styling him yourself since you were the stylist.

Felix got out from the changing room and let you fix the clothes, pinned the part that need to be adjusted with some needle pins.

You styled him a few times already, but something about knowing each other’s secret made it feel a little bit uncomfortable.

"You didn't come to the bar last night," he said as you fixed the collar of his shirt.

In such proximity, you could see the freckles dusted both of his cheeks and on the bridge of his nose, how breathtaking it was, how beautiful!

You sighed to snap you out of the daze and adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, rolling it up to his elbow.

"I didn't feel well," you replied, a recollection of you curled up on the bed with your period cramps flashed through your mind.

"Are you going? Later?" He asked.

"No," you answered, you didn't even know if you wanted to go, but it was better to refuse, there are so many bars you could go to even if you decided to go. But it would be hard to find another bar where you can't bump into your coworkers or anyone else that you know.

"Too bad," he said, "I was hoping we can go together,"

It baffled you how his face didn't match his deep voice, sometimes you had to remind yourself it was really him talking to you.

You looked at the top button of his shirt, considering whether to let it open or not, you settled on the latter.

"Go to work!" You said to him and gently pushed him into the set.

You missed your bus home, or you saw it but decided not to get on it as you considered going to the bar, the temptation of having a few drinks and meeting him was hard to resist.

You eventually caved in, hailed a taxi to take you there.

You entered the bar, head snapped in the direction of his usual spot but didn't find him there. You laughed at yourself for being so disappointed not seeing him there, but since you were already there, you ordered a drink and sat on your usual corner, drinking your glass of liquor that burns the misery away.

"Can I sit here?" Someone asked.

You looked up and saw him, holding his drink, wearing a long-sleeved top that compliments his lean body.

"Sure," you answered.

He sat next to you, stretched out his legs in front of him, and reclined on his seat, "I can see why you like sitting here," he said.

It was the farthest booth in the bar where you could see the whole bar from there as you drink your alcohol.

"I know," you said.

As the night got late and the conversation flowed with every sip of drinks, ordered another when the glass magically drained by itself because of how much you talked to each other.

You got to learn more about him, that he's been modeling since he was a teenager, he had just come back from working out of the country, he was on a 3 months contract with your company and that he had been living with his ex-girlfriend since he hadn't got himself a place yet.

"Is that why you keep coming here?" You asked him, you didn't mean to shoot him that question but with the alcohol surging through your body, the filter in your head didn't work properly.

But Felix nodded then hissed when he tasted the bitter aftertaste of his alcohol.

"It's not easy looking for a place, I don't even know if I'll be staying long after the contract ends," he explained.

You played with your glass, watched as the ice on the bottom dissolved the longer you stared at it.

An idea went through your mind, "you know, actually, my roommate just moved out," you informed.

Felix's eyes widened, head tipped to the side, guessing where the conversation led this time.

"I've been looking for a roommate and haven't found one," you told him, then leaned forward on your seat.

"I mean if you're interested," you added.

Felix turned his head at you with his tongue poked the inside of his cheek again, "but I'm a guy," he said to you.

"Isn’t that obvious?" You asked him while rolling your eyes at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, "you don't mind having a guy roommate?"

"Well, you say it was only for a few months, so I don't really mind," you said with a shrug.

Maybe sober you wouldn't be this bold, but you never bothered having a male or female roommate in the first place, they were all the same to you.

Felix looked at you, and a smile slowly rose on his face, "I'd love that," he said.

He has an endearing smile, so warm, the kind that invited you to smile along with him, "I also kind of need the money," you quickly added.

He burst out laughing and almost spat his alcohol, "that's fair," he said to you

"Roommate?" You asked as you held your glass at him.

"Roommate," he said back, then clang his glass with you.

You collectively took sips of your alcohol with your eyes on each other.

-

Felix moved in at the end of the weekend.

His belongings weren't that much, just a few duffel bags and suitcases, you helped by dragging them to his bedroom that was once occupied by your best friend.

"I hope you don't mind sharing a bathroom with me!" You said as you dropped one of his bags on the bed.

"I don't mind at all!" He said, then put all of his suitcases to the corner of the room, then walked to open his duffel bag.

He rummaged inside and pulled out something, "I brought you something," he said.

You saw a bottle of liquor in his hand and grinned, "I like you already," you said to him.

You mixed the rum with cans of coke you have on the fridge, snacks scattered on the wooden table in the living room, sitting on the floor, and talking about random things.

"May I know who is your former roommate?" He asked out of pure curiosity.

You winced as you gulped your liquor, "A friend from college, we have lived together since the 2nd year of college," you answered.

"You must be really close," he said as he poured some coke into his glass.

You nodded, "so close to the point that I get so clingy to her," you admitted.

"Then why did she move out?"

"She moved in with her boyfriend because she got pregnant, so here I am," you answered, nursing your glass of liquor with a hand propped under your chin.

"Ah, I see," Felix exclaimed and gulped the last of his drink in one go.

You took a sip of your drink and laughed once you gulped it down your throat.

"I'm so drunk I can only taste the coke," you said to him.

Felix took a sip of your drink and laughed, "that's because it's only coke,"

You burst out laughing and finished your drink, "I think it's enough for me tonight," you said to him, slurring your words since you barely could keep your eyes open anymore.

"Me too," he said.

You got up from the floor and headed to your room, "Goodnight," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he shouted back before you closed the door behind him.

-

You were eating a bowl of cereal when Felix got up late on a Sunday, he walked out of his room with his messy hair with nothing but his sweatpants on.

"You look..." you trailed your words to find a word to describe his appearance, "charming!" You finished with a silly smile on your face.

Felix rubbed his eyes with his hand lingered on the doorknob of the bathroom door, "and you look..." he paused and looked at you, in your white tank top and shorts, reading glasses on, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, "cute!" He finished because he couldn't find another word to describe it.

When he got out of the bathroom, he found you in the kitchen.

"Coffee?" You asked without looking at him.

"Yes, please," he said, then sat on the stool pushed to the kitchen island.

You brought the coffee pot and put a mug in front of him, poured the steaming coffee into it. The smell of his first intake of caffeine woke him up in an instant that he hurriedly took a careful sip.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you as you washed also sipped your coffee across from him.

You hummed then leaned on the kitchen island, one hand propped on it and the other holding a coffee mug, "I'm going to my friend's house, she needs my help to paint her nursery room," you said.

Felix was looking at your face when you spoke but when his eyes caught the sight of your nipples poking through the fabric of your tank top, his mind almost went off the rail.

"What about you?" You asked back.

Felix took a big sip of his coffee this time, and it burned his tongue, "I'm meeting some friends for lunch," he answered.

You nodded then finished your coffee, "I used to cook breakfast, but since we both got up late, there's a cereal on the top cabinet," you informed him.

"Okay," Felix responded and tried to avoid looking down at your chest.

You put your dirty mug on the sink and walked back to your bedroom, touched his shoulder on your way, and said, "I'll take the first turn to shower then,"

And he couldn't help but look at your backside with shorts that barely covered it.

Apart from getting slightly shocked whenever you see him walking around the apartment half-naked, either he got no shirt on or with just a towel hanging low around his hips when he got out of the bathroom, you had no problem living with him.

Felix could be a serious person sometimes but he is a very warm person, totally the opposite of his appearance. He is also easy-going, relaxed, and always knows how to make the people around him comfortable with his presence and vice versa.

He agreed to not tell anyone that he is your roommate, because surprise! People would be judgemental about two opposite sex living in one apartment as roommates even though we live in the 21st century.

Also, you both agreed to never talk about personal things at work.

One day though, Felix got too relaxed as you altered his oversized sweater, kneeling in front of him to tuck one side of his sweater into his jeans and secured it with a safety pin.

"Let's watch that new movie on Netflix tonight," he said to you.

And maybe because you were also too comfortable with him, you said, "I don't want to watch a mellow, rom-com movie," you said to him.

"But I don't like horror," he said.

And that night, you relented and endured almost two hours of soppy, cheesy romantic movie where the guy gets the girl at the end.

"I need a drink," you said, then turned your head at him.

"At least, give me a moment to recover from the movie," he said to you.

You softly chuckled, didn't expect him to enjoy this kind of movie, everything you guessed about him was wrong.

Maybe it was wise to not judge a person by its cover.

"I'll get the drink then," you offered, taking the bottle of liquor you stashed under the sink.

It was nice to drink at home since Felix lived with you, everything felt right at its place, pleasant. Ultimately, it was nice having someone living with you again and not coming home to the vast emptiness and silence that made you seek for alcohol to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Felix was already in the kitchen when you walked out of the bathroom in your bathrobe and dried your hair with a towel.

"Good morning!" He said to you.

"Good morning!" You said back.

"I'll make coffee," he announced to you, "have a cup ready for you," he added.

You smiled at him, "thank you!"

As you sipped your coffee already dressed for work, Felix put an envelope full of cash inside, "here's the money for the rent," he said, "I'm not trying to be rude with the cash, but I haven't taken care of my bank account here so..."

You lightly laughed at him, "I understand, Felix," you acknowledged, "Thank you," you said and took the envelope with you.

You realized he put money worth of three months rent in there when you deposited it into your account during lunch break, you immediately called him on the phone.

"Felix, I thought we agreed that you only have to pay for two months' rent," you blabbered, feeling unease because you weren't really meant it when you said you needed the money.

You heard him chuckle at the end of the line, "it's okay. I put extra money for groceries and other things," he answered.

"I can't accept this. I'll give it back to you," you talked into the phone as you headed back to the office.

"Please don't! I'll be offended if you do," he said.

You pushed the button to get a lift back to your floor, "but this is a lot of money," you said to him.

When the lift slid open, you saw him inside and scoffed, he too smiled when he saw you getting into the lift.

You hung up the call and stood next to him, "Felix, we agre-"

"And I thought we agreed not to talk about personal things here," he cut you off.

"Just take it, please," he pleaded.

You sighed, felt uneasy getting that much money from him, but he was also right, it was rude for you to refuse his good intention.

"Okay," you relented, "drinks are on me tonight then!" You said to him.

You had been tossing and turning on your bed for a while, couldn't sleep with the silence that slowly swallowed you up from the inside, a silence that conjured so many unwanted thoughts, a silence that made you think out loud.

Then you heard the front door open, it must be Felix coming home late.

You heard his heavy footstep as he walked to his bedroom, you got up from the bed to check, went out of your bedroom, and saw his bedroom door left ajar.

You tiptoed your way and didn't know why you did it in your own apartment, poked your head inside just to see him sitting on his bed, smoking in the dark, half-naked.

"Hey," he said the moment he spotted you, "I thought you're sleeping,"

You sheepishly smiled at him with half of your body appearing from behind the door, "I can't sleep," you said.

"Want a smoke?" He offered.

You didn't smoke but felt invited to try again, you entered his bedroom and sat next to him on the bed, resting your back on the headboard.

He handed you his cigarette pack, but you took the one he smoked from between his lips. You took a slow, careful drag on the cigarette, then inhaled. Exhaled the fume after a few seconds, and saw smoke billowing out of your mouth.

He took the cigarette from you and took a haste drag, "you smoked before," he said to you as smoke came out of his nostrils.

You softly chuckled, "the last time I smoked was last year of college, I think," you told him.

"You don't mind me smoking in here, are you?" He asked.

You shook your head.

"I have the window open," Felix said, pointing to the window slightly left ajar that made the curtain fly out with every gust of wind.

"You came home late," you said.

Felix didn't reply but took another cigarette from the pack, lit it up right away with a lighter that made his face glow amber.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like an annoying roommate," you quickly added.

"No, no, no," Felix quickly denied, "I was out to get the rest of my things from my ex's house," he explained.

"Oh?" You didn't know what to say, this was news to you.

"I lived with her before I went abroad for work, so, yeah," he paused to take another drag of his smoke, "that was also why we broke up," he finished, then flicked the ash off his cigarette.

You felt bad for making him explain things that you didn't intend to find out, but also a bit surprised to know how serious his relationship was with his former partner.

"And here I thought you were really living out of suitcases," you playfully said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Felix chuckled, "that wasn't entirely wrong," he responded.

Somehow all these little talks and smoking in the dark made you feel drowsy that you slumped down, your head rested on the pillow of his bed.

"Do you mind if I lay down for a bit?" You mumbled to him, lying on your side to face him.

"Not at all," he replied.

But when you woke up, the sun shone through the window. Felix was still sleeping with his back facing you, half-naked with the skin of his back glowed under the morning sunlight.

You immediately walked out of his bedroom before he noticed that you slept on his bed until morning.

Once you were back inside your bedroom, you stood with your back leaning against the door and wondered how you could sleep that well without help from alcohol.

-

Felix was sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his lap when you came out of the bedroom, running out of breath.

"Felix, I need your help," you said to him.

He looked up from his laptop, "what's up?"

"Wait here," you told him then went back inside your bedroom and came back with two dresses in soft colors.

You showed them to him, "Which one?" You asked.

Felix had a puzzled look on his face, "but you are a stylist," he said to you.

"And you think a stylist doesn't need opinions?" You rolled your eyes at him.

Felix took his time, biting on his thumb as he considered between the two dresses as his life depended on it.

"The left one," he finally answered.

Felix opted for the ivory-colored one with tiny flower prints on it and frilled sleeves.

"Okay," you said to him, agreeing with him.

"I'll put it on!" You said to him, then headed back to your bedroom to change.

You came up to him to help you with the zipper, and he helped you without you needing to say a word.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he pulled the zipper up.

"My friend's baby shower," you answered.

"Can I come with you?"

"Huh?"

"It's okay if I'm not allowed. I just don't have any plans for today," he said the plopped down back on the sofa.

"No, I mean, you'd probably get bored being there," you explained on the way you reacted to his question earlier.

"But there will be some drinks there, right?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

There were drinks there but not the kind that he expected, it was a baby shower, after all, the guests were mostly females, and a few kids were running around the place.

When you met your friend, you had to quickly introduce him before she gets the wrong idea, "Felix, my roommate," you introduced.

You handed her your gift for the baby, and Felix left you to catch up with your friend. And after a while, you looked for him, he was standing in the kitchen, eating fruit slices with a champagne flute in hand.

"I'm sorry for taking you here," you said as soon as you stood next to him.

Felix turned his head at you and shoved a strawberry into your mouth, "I'm the one who asked you to take me with you," he said.

You chewed on the strawberry and took the glass in his hand to wash it down with champagne. You put down the empty glass on the table and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go!" You said as you pulled him in the direction of the door.

"Where?"

"Get some real drinks!" You said.

It was a bit too soon for drinks that when you arrived at the bar you used to come to, there were only a few people there.

But it was nice because you both could play a game of pool and drinking in between.

Felix closed one eye to get a good aim of the cue ball he meant to hit but missed.

You mockingly laughed at him, "I hate to tell you this, but you suck," you said to him.

Felix was not amused with your statement, he glared with his tongue poked his cheek again.

You came and took his position, bending down against the pool table, took your aim with your cue ready to hit the ball and shot.

You successfully sent a ball down into the corner pocket and shrugged condescendingly at him.

Felix gulped his drink, irritated, and lost the game to you in the end.

When the bar started to get packed as the night getting late, you took it as the time to come home and took a taxi home, stumbled into the backseat of the taxi together with Felix, laughing with your head slightly dizzy from the alcohol.

You didn't know how you got there, but it took you a while to know that you were lying on Felix's bed with his arm under your head as a pillow.

You turned your head to the side and saw him smoking, pinned the cigarette between his index and middle finger as he exhaled some smoke.

It felt nice, this quietness, and you never felt comfortable with it before, it didn't make you feel lonely like it used to and didn't make you think of sorrowful things that keep you awake at night.

"I lost my dear sister when I was 13, and I missed her terribly much every day," you suddenly admitted while staring at the ceiling, you felt a twinge in your heart when you remembered your sister.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made you lowered your guard down, made you completely open, honest and fragile to him.

"And when my best friend said she wanted to move out, it reminded me of that feeling," you said to him.

"This crippling anxiety that someone would leave me at any time," you said, and you felt a hot tear roll down the corner of your eye.

"When I'm on my own, that fear amplified," you sighed as another tear rolled down the side of your face.

Felix had been quiet and stopped smoking, turned his head to look at you with his hand squeezed your shoulder to assure you he was there.

"People don't realize this," you said, "but loneliness is underrated,"

Felix nodded, agreed with everything you said.

He let out a low, deep sigh before he spoke, "I've been living out of my suitcases, from place to place, and I understand," he said.

"I could be in a crowd but still feel lonely. Never truly connected with anyone," he added.

He turned his body to face you, his forehead met the side of your face, "so, trust me! I know how you feel," he said.

You closed your eyes and let you drown in all these mixed feelings: sadness, fear, comfort, relief, tranquility.

But on top of all, you felt validated that even with all these feelings, you are just a human being.

Felix pulled you into a hug, letting you rest your head in his neck that you could smell his musky perfume with a hint of cigarette smoke, and sunlight.

He hummed with his mouth close to your forehead, "I happen to like cuddles," he said.

You giggled and slipped your hands under his arm to hold him back and fell asleep like that, in each other’s warm embrace.

-

Felix always had his bedroom room left ajar, sleeping or not, even when he changed his clothes. And you walked into his room every night, just talking about everything until you both fell asleep.

It had become a habit for you to sleep together on his bed, and he didn't mind any of it, he liked having someone to hold when he sleeps.

That night, you decided to watch a movie together on his bed, your knees bent with a bowl of popcorn on your lap when suddenly his phone rang on the bedside table.

You heard him talking on the phone, glimpses of his conversation and guessed that it must be his ex-girlfriend, a bit of argument, and Felix constantly groaned at his end.

He got up from the bed, "Sorry, I have to go," he said to you, began picking up some clothes to wear.

"No worries, we can continue this later," you said to him and paused the movie.

Felix put on a thin smile as he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them, "My ex-girlfriend keeps asking me to come," he complained, then put a shirt on.

And your guess was right, it was indeed his ex-girlfriend. You looked down because it was getting weird to stay in his room, you immediately got up from the bed and took the bowl of popcorn to the kitchen.

Felix came out of his room not long after, putting on his shoes in a rush, "don't wait for me," he said to you, "bye!"

"Bye!" You said back, but he already closed the door behind him.

You opened the lower cabinet to search for something but found a bottle of liquor instead, sealed and unopened. That was when you got the realization that you didn’t need alcohol to help you sleep anymore since you shared a bed with Felix.

But that night, you suddenly crave for it, or you didn't want to let your thoughts eat you alive like they usually do to you.

You hesitated for a moment before unscrewing the cap of the bottle, then poured some into a glass, gulped it one go, and took another until your mind got dull with nothing but the burn of the alcohol on your tongue.

-

Felix came home at dawn.

He stopped by the door of his bedroom door and stared at yours for a moment, he didn't know why but he got the urge to check on you.

Your door wasn't locked nor completely shut, he could easily push it open and found you sleeping, curled up on your bed.

He came to put a duvet over your body up to your chest, he lingered for a while just to watch you sleep.

He had been doing that since that night you fell asleep on his bed after saying you would only lay down for a bit, he immediately put out his smoke the second he knew you were sleeping.

He removed the hair that fell around your face and put it back, softly brushed them to the back as he listened to your low purrs, so adorable and cat-like.

He lay next to you, watching you peacefully sleeping with a hand under your cheek until he too, fell asleep on his pillow.

Felix didn't realize how much he loves having someone lying next to him until he shared a bed with you.

He so badly wanted to lay next to you on your bed but decided not to, the morning was only a few hours away, and you needed the rest, so he left for his room.

He was surprised to find you still in the apartment when he woke up late, "you're not going to the office?" He asked with eyes still blurry with sleep.

You put on a jacket, "No, but I'm going out of town for a photoshoot," you answered and dragged a suitcase out of your bedroom.

"Oh?"

You put on your boots next and headed to the threshold.

"When will you be back?" He asked, following you to the front door and leaning against the wall.

"I don't know, tomorrow, I guess?" You answered with a hint of doubts in them.

You paused for a moment to see if you had forgotten something, when you were sure you got everything, you opened the door.

"Felix?" You called before getting out of the door.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't set the apartment on fire when I'm away," you said and grinned, waving bye at him.

With you being away, Felix had plenty of time to kill after work when going to the bar didn't excite him as it used to because he had to go without you.

He came home early and searched for some drinks when the doorbell rang, he half-jogged to the door to open it only to find his ex-girlfriend.

"You look excited to see me!" She said to him.

Felix scratched the back of his head, slightly irritated by her presence. She probably thought he was waiting for him when he actually expecting someone else.

Then he realized something.

"Wait, how do you know-"

"Are you going to let me in or not?" She cut him off, "I'm coming with all of your things," she added, gesturing to a few bags of his belongings.

Felix had no choice but stepped away and let her into the apartment, then carried the bags to his bedroom while his ex-girlfriend looked around the place.

When she sauntered to your bedroom door, he quickly stopped her, "that's my roommate's bedroom," he said.

"You have a roommate," she exclaimed and nodded, "where is he now?"

"Out of town for work," he shortly replied.

She came up to him, close enough that she could see his freckles, "we have the place to ourselves then," she said, then slowly leaned in.

Felix politely dodged away from her kiss, "please, don't do that! We broke up, remember?" He reminded her.

"But you came to me that night when I need you," she responded, putting a hand on his chest.

"I was worried because you were out late and drunk," Felix explained, "and you won't stop drunk calling me,"

She took his hand, "I don't remember why I broke up with you," she sadly said, "I want us to get back together. And live with me again,"

Felix sighed because she had been asking it for every time they met, he knew she was lying when she said she couldn't remember why they broke up. She always blamed him for leaving, he wouldn't if she didn't cheat on him in the first place, he wouldn't have gone abroad for work.

"Just give us one more chance," She asked with her hands on his waist.

Felix gently put her hands away and held them, "That's enough! Let me get you a taxi home," he said to her.

"Felix, please?" She pleaded this time.

Felix hated to do this to her, but it was something that he needed to do, "Let's not see each other again. Our relationship ended here. You'll find someone better than me, trust me!" He said to her.

She started crying because she knew there was no way of getting back together again.

He sent her off after hailing a taxi for her right outside the apartment building, he got back to the apartment and pulled out a bottle of drink, he took the first sip of alcohol that slowly numbed his mind away, took another until he could fall asleep without thinking of anything.

Felix had a taste of what it felt like when you were living alone in this apartment the next day as he lay awake on his bed at night, not doing anything because smoking didn't even help and alcohol tasted bitter in a time like this.

He missed you.

He missed having you around, talking goofy stuff with you before bed, and lying next to you, having a living, breathing someone next to him that he could hold as he sleeps.

He slept on your pillow that night with your scent that clung to it helped him lull him to sleep.

Felix thought he dreamed of you coming home that he woke up in the middle of the night, walked out of his bedroom, and went to yours.

His heart palpitation seeing you lying on your side on the bed that he climbed onto the bed and slept next to you, putting a hand around your waist and drinking the scent that gave him a sense of comfort.

He woke up in the morning with your finger on his cheek, "what are you doing?" He slurred his words.

"Playing connect the dots with your freckles," you answered with a gleeful smile.

Felix softly smiled and took your hand in his, "Good morning!" He said to you.

A hand reached to pet your head, even with a layer of exhaustion on your face you still look beautiful to him, your lips looked so soft and delicate like a blooming flower.

Felix lifted himself to hover above you and slowly pressed a kiss on your lips.

5, 6, 7 seconds you counted in your head until he pulled away but stayed hovering above you, looked into your eyes.

The kiss surprisingly felt natural like the two of you had done it before and only figured out about it now.

You placed a hand on his jaw and kissed him this time, 5,6,7 you counted in your head, then slowly let go.

"Good morning!" You finally greeted back.

He smiled at you, brighter than the morning sun and warmer than a summer day.

Just like he couldn't get enough of the taste, he kissed you again and braved himself to kiss you longer, swiping his tongue over your lips that it was wet when he let go.

Your hand flew to cover your mouth, "I haven't kissed in a long time," you meekly admitted.

"Shh..." he shushed you, then put your hand away so he could kiss you, prying your mouth open with his tongue.

5, 6, 7 you counted in your head, but it seemed like the kiss would last longer than that.

You gave in, opening your mouth to him to let him deepen the kiss, tasting you more.

He ran a hand on your chest, his fingers easily found your nipple poking through the fabric of your black tank top, and began circling on it with his mouth still connected with you.

He let go of the kiss and propped an elbow against the mattress, looking at his hand playing with your clothed nipples just like he had fantasized for every time he saw you walk around the apartment in your tank top, how it made him slightly aroused that he wanted to bite it through the fabric.

And he used the opportunity to do it, lowered his mouth on your clothed nipple, and gently tugged it between his teeth along with the fabric.

He let go, quickly put soothing rubs on your nipple, then switched to the other one, he opened his mouth and took your breast into his mouth, slowly pulled away to tug your nipple between his teeth again.

You lowly moaned, and a hand slipped inside his hair as his tongue wetted your nipple through the fabric.

Felix withdrew himself and put a hand under to pull your tanktop upward, exposing your breasts to him, smooth and firm just like how he pictured in his head.

He didn't waste time but to bury his head on your chest, kneading on your breasts, pinching on the flesh, mouth sucking and licking your nipple, while his hand rolled the other nipple between his fingers.

You looked at his mouth wrapped around your hardening buds, making them swollen and wet with his saliva.

Felix dragged his mouth down, placing kisses on your ribcage and down to your stomach, where he heard your stomach growled when he kissed your abdomen.

You immediately covered your face with your hands out of shame while Felix chuckled with his chin on your stomach.

"Come on! I'll cook you breakfast!" He said then took you to the kitchen and let you watch him cook you a plate of breakfast of scrambled eggs and toasts.

He sat next to you and ate breakfast together, sipping your coffee in silence, laughed when your eyes met even though there was nothing funny.

"Do you have any plan for today?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "No, but I'm going to stay in,"

"Good idea," he said with a smile.

You decided to continue watching the movie you both once stopped watching because he had to go that night, but with you sitting so close on the sofa together, he couldn't focus on it.

All he could think about was having his way with you, slipped a hand under the strap of your tank top, and twirled it around his little finger.

You snapped your head in his direction, sheepishly smiled at him, sensing his needs, and you delivered. He lifted your legs and put them on his lap, a hand rubbed your thighs and roamed around your body.

You put a hand around his neck and brought your face close to him, pressing a kiss in which he eagerly returned with twice the enthusiasm.

You took each other’s clothes off with the movie was still playing in the background until you both got naked on the sofa with you underneath him.

"Do you have any condoms?" He asked you along with a caress on your cheek.

You nodded, "but it's inside the drawer, in my bedroom," you answered.

"Let me go get it," you offered.

But Felix pushed you down back on the sofa, "It's okay, I'll get it,"

It was awkward waiting for him, lying naked, completely exposed on the sofa, you quickly covered yourself with the quilt from the headrest of the sofa.

He came back after a few minutes, putting two foil packets on the table, and you wondered why since you only needed one.

He tore the packet with his teeth and put it on before lying next to you again.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sensed that you went rigid against his lips.

"I'm okay," you replied.

But your answer didn't comfort him. He put his hand under your chin and made you look at him in the eyes, "Hey, we don't have to do anything," he said to you.

You sighed and clasped your hand with his, "I want this," you paused to lick your lips, "I'm just a little nervous,"

"Nervous? Why?"

You tried to find words to describe it but couldn't find any, "I just don't feel confident about all this," you meekly admitted.

"You don't feel confident about what? This?" He ran his thumb over your lips and gave it a soft peck.

Then slid down his hand to every inch of your body, "you're so heavenly," he murmured, "and beautiful that I dreamed of touching you every night," he shamelessly admitted.

You got flustered, and it looked adorable to him, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger then kissed you, hard and deep.

One of his hands went down to your cunt, making fluttering little touches on your delicate flesh, tracing your folds, gently circling on your clit until you were drenched with your arousal.

When he pushed his length inside you, you both let out a collective gasp.

It was such a long time coming, you filled each other in an inexplicably satisfying way. You hooked your legs around his waist as his hips bore down into you, deeper and deeper in slow, steady thrusts.

Your nails clawed the skin on his back, gripped his shoulders when the pleasure became too unbearable without breaking eye contact with him.

The movie had stopped playing, and it was quiet in the room, you could hear every intake of his breath and the low grunts he let out through his gritted teeth.

The afternoon sun made his skin glow and warmth to the touch, he made the sex painstakingly slow as a way to relax you in the process and made you feel all the pleasure he brought on you.

He foolishly smiled at you, "you feel so good around me," he said to you, then pressed haste yet gentle kiss on your lips.

You clenched around him and held him closer, lifted your knees higher, sending him deeper inside you.

Felix couldn't hold himself back anymore when he felt like his cock being sucked in deeper inside you, he quickened the pace until you couldn’t contain your moans anymore.

You let the noise you made resound in the room, bouncing from walls to walls and ringing in Felix's ears that riled him up in the best way possible.

You cum almost at the same time, bodies slick with a thin layer of sweat, pressed on top of each other on the sofa.

He kissed your neck as you squirmed under him, eyes closed from relishing the waves of pleasure washing over you.

You both spent the rest of the afternoon lying naked, cuddling on the sofa, looking into each other’s eyes with kisses in between.

"I miss you," he muttered to you, he wanted to say that to you the moment he woke up.

You traced his freckles on his cheek with your thumb, "I miss you too," you said to him.

More kisses and cuddles later, the other condom on the table put to use.

For dinner, you ordered some food, ate it in the living room, sat on the floor, continued watching the movie until the end after.

You showered together before bed and slept on your bed that night, with him spooning you from the back and kissing your bare shoulder and neck until you fell asleep. His kisses on your neck woke you up in the morning with his hand freely roaming around your body and eventually pulling your underwear down, there was no way of stopping him.

Or you didn't want to stop him, either way, the morning sex was lovely.

You decided to spend the day going out together: watched a movie, did a little walk around the park, had a cup of coffee, and eventually dinner.

It felt weird being stared at, mostly people stared at Felix, then at you, probably wondering why someone as attractive as him would be with someone like you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little insecure about yourself and looked down at your feet while you were walking down the street with him.

"How about ice cream?" He suddenly asked, pointing to the ice cream parlor across the street.

"Are you even allowed to eat ice cream?"

"Why not?

You scoffed, "aren't you suppose to be like... watch your weight or something?"

"Yeah, so?"

"You're a model," you reminded him.

"Yeah, but nothing can stop me from eating ice cream," he said.

He pulled you by your hand as you both crossed the street and entered the shop, looking down at the selection of ice cream flavors.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, "the peanut butter one looks tasty," he added, almost salivating at the sight of the ice cream in front of him.

"Chocolate," you shortly replied, "always chocolate," you said again as you looked up at him.

"Okay," he said then went to order.

He settled on the peanut butter and you with the chocolate one. He hummed in joy once he tasted his ice cream.

"That good?" You asked him.

He grinned, "yes, you want to try?"

You nodded.

But instead of feeding you a spoon, he kissed you.

"There," he beamed.

You gave him a puzzled look, "I said I want a taste,"

"Yes, you got to taste it through me," he said.

You chuckled but were also flustered because he did it while the two of you were still inside the ice cream parlor.

You stole a spoonful of his ice cream and shoved it into your mouth as fast as possible before he could snatch it away.

"You're sneaky," he said with a glare.

You smirked at him, and he pulled you close, leaned in.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take back what's mine," he said.

You dodged away and immediately pulled away from him, making your way out of the ice cream parlor while he chased you from behind.

It was a nice weekend, the one that you didn't expect that at the end of the night, he would be lying next to you and kissing you so tenderly, making your heart flip with inexplicable joy.

"I'm so sleepy," you told him, looking at him with his head rested on the pillow with his eyes crinkles like he got stars in them.

He cupped your jaw, "go to sleep, then," he muttered with a breathy, deep voice.

You gave his lips a quick peck on the lips, "Goodnight," you murmured, then nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck.

"Goodnight," he said back to you, then kissed the top of your head.

The day began with the smell of breakfast wafting through the bedroom door that woke Felix up from his sleep.

You were cooking pancakes in the kitchen when he came out of your bedroom, he came behind you and slipped his hands around your waist.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled with his chin on your shoulder, "let's go back to bed," he added.

You softly chuckled and put your hands on his, "I have to go to work," you said to him.

You dragged the plate of pancakes you made for him, "here! take a bite!" You told him.

He didn't steer but opened his mouth at you.

You cut a piece with a fork and fed him with it, watching him eat to see his reaction.

"Good?"

He nodded, "really good," he hummed.

"Then go have a seat and eat your breakfast," you told him.

But he tightened his hold around you, not willing to let go, sticking with you, hugging you from the back that you could feel the warmth from his bare upper body.

He kissed your neck with hands moved up to palm your breasts with fingers playing with your clothed nipples.

"Felix," you grumbled but didn't stop him because it wouldn't do much to him.

He groaned with his mouth pressed on the skin on the back of your ear.

"What is it with you, mmh?" He whispered into your ear while his hands went under your t-shirt to knead on your breasts, "I can't stop touching you," he finished, fingers lightly circling your hardening buds.

With his voice that got deeper in the morning, his words instantly sent a chill down your spine.

You turned your head at him to speak, but he quickly captured your lips in a titillating kiss and didn't hesitate to use his tongue.

"Your breakfast is getting cold," you said against his lips and tried to slow him down by putting your hands on his but failed.

"I have to go to work," you reminded him again as he tugged your lower lip between his teeth.

He didn't care, ignored your warning, and deepened the kiss, pinned you against the kitchen island with his body that you had no other option but to give in to his desire.

-

You had been smiling at yourself at work.

Smiling for every time your hand touched your lips, you remembered how his lips felt against yours.

When you caught your reflection in the mirror, you remembered how his hands traced every part of your body, and it led you to the recollections of how he fucked you on the kitchen island that morning, exactly five hours ago.

You could hear his deep grunts in your ear and his hips incessantly thrusting into you while mouth making marks on your chest.

When you looked down, your thighs pressed together under the desk, and you glanced at the clock on the computer screen, it was time to head down to the studio.

You met the art director in the elevator, she was your senior in college and also the one who recommended you to work in the company.

You met her several times and worked with her for some photoshoots. She smiled when she saw you got into the elevator.

"I haven't seen you in a while," she beamed.

"Yeah," you answered, you weren't close with her, but it would be weird to call her an acquaintance.

"You're styling for today," she said.

"Yes," you answered.

You almost laughed when you saw Felix come into the studio but quickly reminded yourself that you were working, you had to be professional.

Felix kept his cool, stayed quiet while you styled his clothes, and adjusted them on his body. You leaned in to put on a brooch on his shirt, it was hard to focus when his face was only inches away from you and your instinct telling you to kiss him.

Felix reached for the neckline of your blouse, pulled it down a little to see the purple mark he made this morning then smirked in satisfaction.

"Look so good with it," he said to you.

You didn't reply, but he could see the faint smile on your face, he slipped his thumb inside your blouse until his finger met your bra, inserted two fingers inside to play with your nipples.

He sighed, "so hard," he breathlessly said to you.

"Felix, please?" You said to him with your head looking around to see if anyone saw.

Your plead sounded the same but different from the one he heard this morning, you said the exact words to him when he felt you clenched around him, so close to your climax with your hand gripped his shoulder and eyes watching as his cock slipped in and out of you in relentless pace.

The one he heard this morning was lustful, tinted with a little bit of desperation, but the one he heard a minute ago, sounded anxious, almost panicked.

You pulled his hand out of your blouse with a sly smile plastered on your face, then went kneeling in front of him to adjust the length of his jeans.

But Felix could only think of filthy things when you looked up through your lashes as you kneeled in front of him, his hand reached for your chin, tilting your head up at him, and slowly pushed his thumb inside your mouth.

You stayed still for a while, then wrapped your mouth around his thumb, then gently sucked on it, you saw him looking at you with lustful eyes with teeth faintly biting his lower lip.

Felix hissed with the thought of having his cock in your mouth rather than his thumb, your slick tongue twirled around his thumb, and when you pulled it out, it was wet with your saliva.

He poked his cheek with his tongue again, giving you the eyes that would make you melt into him if you weren't at work.

"Oh, fuck," he lowly cursed under his breath when you got up from the floor.

You put a hand on his chest, "now, go to work!" you said to him.

Felix let out a scoff as he watched you leave, head filled with so many things he wanted to you later once he got you alone with him.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you waited for Felix to change into his last outfit for the photoshoot, it was a text from an unknown number.

I saw your ad on the bulletin board that you're looking for a roommate. Is it still available?

The sender asked in the text.

You forgot that you put on an ad through the internal office memo about looking for a roommate, got you realized that Felix's rent was about to end this month, a week away to be precise.

Felix got out of the changing room and stood facing you, saw you immediately put your phone away.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," you quickly replied.

Your phone rang again when you were on your way back to your apartment, with both of your hands carrying bags of groceries that you kicked the door close behind you.

You put the bags down on the kitchen counter and saw a new message.

I'm sorry, but I need to know if it is still available.

I happen to be looking for a place asap.

You felt bad for not replying, but you were also incapable of making a decision, it would be better to talk about it with Felix first, whether he wanted to stay or leave.

Your fingers hesitantly typed a reply but abruptly stopped when you heard the doorbell ring, you scoffed thinking that it must be Felix being playful, but when you opened the door, it wasn't him.

-

Felix felt relaxed knowing that his contract had finished and that he didn't have to bump into his ex-girlfriend at work again. He got home late since he had to visit his agency for the next job contract, he hurriedly got out of the elevator the second the door slid open and got into the apartment.

He heard you were showering, took off his clothes without thinking, and joined you in the shower.

He snaked his hands around you the moment he got in, "you didn't wait for me," he said to you, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

You sighed and turned off the water, "why you didn't tell me that your ex-girlfriend is someone that I worked with?"

He slowly retracted his mouth, he was taken aback by the question.

He meant to tell you from the very beginning but he thought it was unnecessary since he had already broken up.

Letting you know that the art director you worked with would only make you awkward around her.

"She's my ex-girlfriend. We broke up, there was nothing between us anymore," he defended himself.

"I don't care in what state of relationship you're in. She came here looking for you," you told him.

"Not only that she knows that I live with you, but she also thinks that I steal you from her," you added, pulling your towel from the rack and getting out of the shower.

"I never told her about where I live," he said, following you out of the shower stall, "she visited once before, but she didn't know that I live with you," Felix stuttered his words.

"Oh so, she magically knows where you live?" You snapped and wrapped yourself with a towel.

"I don't know how she knows," Felix pulled your hand, forcing you to face him when he talked.

"It's not just about that, Felix," you sighed in exasperation.

"Can you imagine what shit I would get once everyone at work knows what I did to someone that I work with?"

Felix got quiet, he knew he had done something wrong. He should have told you, he should have come clean about everything.

Felix understood that you must be feel betrayed by him for keeping such information from you and that you were mad because of it. He came to your bedroom after pacing around the room for quite some time to finally braved himself to enter your bedroom.

He couldn't stand not being with you and had a chance to explain everything, he got on the bed and settled himself next to you but didn't touch you like he usually does, he just lay there facing your back.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to you in the dark, weren't sure if you were still awake or not.

You didn't steer and stayed quiet, but Felix kept looking at your back and hoping you would turn around to face him, telling him that you forgive him.

But what you said was the complete opposite.

"We shouldn't have been involved with each other in the first place," you said without looking at him.

"Please, don't say that. I never regret anything about us," he said to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as if it would magically change your mind.

"You should start looking for another place to stay," you told him.

It was a hard thing to do, it felt bitter on your tongue, rancid. A lump grew in your throat as you held back your tears, like a lump of hot coal clogging your windpipe.

But you were glad he was there with you, at least you could sleep your misery away.

Felix woke up to an empty bed, it seemed like you left for work early, to avoid him.

Just like it was timed, Felix had to go out of town for work at the end of the week, and he packed some stuff in a duffel bag for the trip.

Since your argument that day, you came home and went straight to your room, kept your door shut, and he only saw you a few times in the kitchen.

That night, he knocked on your bedroom door.

He felt uneasy if he had to leave without saying anything, he waited until you opened the bedroom door.

"Yes?" You asked him and stayed at the door, not letting him in.

"I'm leaving out of town tomorrow," he said, "for a few days,"

And you didn't say anything but stood there with one hand lingered on the handle of the door.

"I know my rent ends this week, and I'll get my things as soon as possible," he said to you, "I'll get them once I'm back here,"

"Okay," you weakly said.

He looked into your eyes, deep and hopeful, he wanted to hold you so bad to assure him that things were alright, but he stayed there, feet nailed to the ground, not moving.

"Thank you for letting me stay," he sadly muttered.

A small smile rose on your cheeks, and you took your hand off of the door then went to hug him.

Felix missed this, the warmth of your body against his and the scent of you that reminds him of home, of comfort and longing.

"Thank you," you softly said, "and I'm sorry," you added, hugging him for a few seconds before letting go.

Felix almost stumbled forward because he didn't want to let go of the hug but quickly reeled from it.

"Take care! Have a safe trip tomorrow," you said to him.

"Thanks," Felix said while kept looking into your eyes.

And you stared back into his eyes with a radiant smile on your face.

Felix wanted to see that smile, if he could, be the reason why you smile like that. He never had this strong, intense feeling inside of him until he met you, burning and brimming his heart, all over him. The words were on the tip of his tongue and about to roll off his mouth when you got to him first.

"Goodnight, Felix," you said to him and pushed the door closed.

As well closed the only chance he got, the only hope that just died down with the sound of your door slammed shut.

-

During meeting, you kept avoiding your art director's eyes who was standing at the end of the table and explaining things for the next project. When the meeting was done, she came up to you and held you in the meeting room after everyone else got out.

"You think I'm that petty, huh?" She suddenly asked you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "pardon?"

"You think I'll tell everyone and make a mess out of you," she said.

You shook your head, stuttered your words, "no," you lied.

She laughed, "you know I'm capable of it but what's in it for me?" She asked.

"Nothing!" She answered her own question.

"Don't get ahead of yourself! We're at work, you'd better be professional," she scolded you.

That took you a moment, and the more you thought, the more you wondered why she would do such petty things, she was too great for that.

"I always think you have a good work ethic, and I respect you for that," she said to you, "so that's that," she finished.

She left the room while carrying her things and looked so cool doing it.

At least one problem was solved. You said to yourself with a long sigh.

When you were back at the apartment, the silence and emptiness welcomed you. You put your bag down on the kitchen counter, pulled open the lower cabinet, and found the bottle of alcohol you couldn’t remember the last time you took a sip of it.

You unscrewed the cap, and the strong smell of alcohol wafting through the kitchen, inviting you to take a sip.

You brought the bottle close to your mouth to take a big gulp, but your phone rang in your bag.

There was a new text.

I'm sorry to contact you again, but I need to know if you're still looking for a roommate.

You gasped for forgetting to reply to the sender text for a week now, you quickly typed a reply.

Yes, it's still available. If you want to see the apartment, you can come by this weekend.

Thank you. I'll make sure to come.

The sender replied a moment later. You sighed, and walked to Felix's bedroom, looking inside to where most of his things were already packed into suitcases in the corner.

You didn't know why the sight of the empty bed could make you sad, you climbed onto the bed and lay curled up on it.

With your eyes closed, you could imagine how his warm hands would wrap around you, drag your closer until his nose meets the crook of your neck, and you would squirm, hum delightfully, then put your hands on his.

But all that left was his scent that clung to the bedsheet and his pillow that you hugged so close to your chest like it was a prized possession, and then, the silence that came back to replace his presence.

The following day wasn't that much of a difference, except that you had to stop by your friend's house to do an unexpected favor for her.

And you had been looking at it now, squatting on your kitchen floor watching the cat drinking a bowl of water in front of you. Since your friend was pregnant and her due date was closing in, she asked you to take care of her cat.

"Your mommy is going to be busy with her baby soon, so please understand why you're stuck with me," You said to the black cat with a patch of white fur on the nose.

You got up to put some cat food on another bowl and knocked over something on the kitchen counter, sending it fell onto the sink that the cat startled and meowing.

"It's okay, it's okay," you calmed the cat down, and it started to purr.

You looked at the mess you did, and it was your bottle of liquor you didn't drink last night, you looked at it for a while, funny that it didn't evoke the same effect in you as it used to, you took it then poured out the content down the sink, watched the liquid swirling into the drain and threw the bottle into the trash.

You squatted back down on the floor and slid the bowl of cat food on the floor, "I guess it's just you and me now," you said to the cat as you pet its head.

You slept on Felix's bed again that night with the cat curled up on your feet, and it felt less lonely that night.

But it got annoying when the cat started meowing at the early of day, you didn't have another choice but reluctantly got up from the bed and fed the cat.

Then you remembered that someone would come by to see your apartment, at least by waking up early, you could clean the apartment to appear more habitable.

You were cleaning out the desk in Felix's room when you happened to see his portfolio, the one where models use to show the photoshoot they had done in their career.

You flipped the page and looked at his face, your heart burned for how much you missed him, when you flipped it to the last page, you found a small photo slipped between the page.

It was a photo of you and him taken at the baby shower, you intentionally posed like a couple at prom for fun, then smiled remembering that moment.

At that moment, you regretted letting him leave.

You shouldn't have asked him to leave and look for a new place, deep down you knew you wanted to live with him and be with you, filled this emptiness with his presence.

You didn't know how to reach out to him, a phone call wouldn't do, you wanted to ask him yourself if he wanted to live with you.

On the other hand, it would be too late to cancel on the person who wanted to come and see the apartment. Maybe once that person got here, you could tell them that the room wasn't available anymore.

You waited anxiously on the sofa and just like the cat sensed your discomfort, it jumped onto your lap and let you pet its fur.

It never crossed your mind how lovely it was to have a pet, to be in the company of another living, breathing thing in your place that let you know you weren't alone.

The doorbell rang, and you gently put the cat on the sofa, you smooth down the hem of your skirt before opening the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, you blinked a few times to find Felix behind the door.

"Felix?" You asked him.

"I came here to see the apartment," he said.

You took a step back, completely dazed and confused, you took your phone and dialed the number of the person looking for a roommate.

His phone rang in his hand, and he picked it up, "It's me," he said through the phone even though you were standing facing each other in the doorway.

"Can I see your apartment now?" He asked again.

You stifled a laugh, partly shocked, but the other part of you relieved it was him.

"Yes," you nodded.

You opened the door wider to let him in and put your phone away, "your room would be this way," you said to him as you contained your smiles.

Felix walked to his bedroom and stood there in the middle of the room, "this is nice," he said to you with a smile.

"Yeah," you said, "my former roommate is a smoker so it's a bit reeked with cigarette smoke,"

"Ah," he exclaimed, "fortunately, I quit smoking," he said to you.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," he added.

You nodded in acknowledgment and realized that you hadn't seen him smoke in a long time.

"Is there any fun things you usually do around here? A bottle of drink stashed somewhere, perhaps?" He asked you.

You lowly chuckled, "I used to drink before sleep, but I don't drink anymore," you proudly said.

"Apparently, it's bad for your health," you added to poke fun at him.

He laughed while poking his cheek with his tongue, "is there anything else I should know?" He asked again.

"I make a good cup of coffee in the morning, and I can't sleep well at night unless someone cuddles me," you answered.

You came to the window and glanced outside, the wind from the window left ajar made the hem of your dress sway around, "and I was terrible to my former roommate, he didn't deserve that. I'm sorry," you said to him.

Felix licked his lips before speaking, "first, your former roommate was an asshole for not being honest with you, he totally deserved that," he said.

He came up to you and stopped just close enough, "and second, I happen to like cuddles," he said with a playful grin.

You bit your lip, couldn't help but grin back at him, and looked into his eyes that offered so much warmth.

"I'll take it," he said to you as he grabbed your hands from your sides and took them in his.

"I don't take a year-long contract," you said to him.

"I don't intend to stay that short," he said back, "I intend to stay forever with you,"

He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips on you, it felt like you slipped into your favorite sweater, so comfortable and nice, put you at ease, like coming home.

"I miss you," he murmured against your lips.

"I miss you too," you muttered back and kissed him again.

Your hands looped around his neck, bodies drawing closer and closer with no gap left in between and lips endlessly latched onto each other.

He pulled you with him until he was seated on the end of the bed, and you sat on his lap.

"I was wrong for saying that we shouldn't be involved with each other," you said to him, cupping his face in your hands.

"I know you didn't mean that," he softly said to, putting the hair that curtained your face to the side and holding it there.

He rested his forehead against yours, looking so deep into each other’s eyes, then gently kissed your lips, so softly as if he kissed a frail flower.

He kissed you again like he had been waiting for it, so hungry, passionate, burning with desire.

You pulled away to catch a breath, laughing at him for not willing to part even for a mere second.

Your hands worked open the buttons of your blouse, then let it fall onto the floor, then reached behind your back to unclasp your bra while Felix watched with anticipation.

"You know what I like," he said to you as he held your waist.

You smiled back at him and let the bra straps slide down your arms then tossed it aside.

He put your hair to the back, lay a hand flat on your chest, "you're so soft," he murmured, then kissed your collarbone.

He slid his mouth down to your breast with his hands kneading on the flesh, kissing the skin around your areolas to finally take your nipples into his mouth in turns.

You looked down at his tongue, playing with your hardening, wet buds in kitten licks, your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging at it.

He lowly groaned with his mouth full of your flesh while you slowly grind on him, he took off his mouth and brought it close to your ear.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked you.

"Yeah," you breathlessly answered.

He held you close with his hands tight around you, gave you a hurried kiss on your open mouth, "I want to cum inside you," he said, lips grazed yours as he spoke.

He stripped you off until you were fully naked on the bed, lowered his mouth to plant kisses on every inch of your body, searing, tingling from the inside.

He took his clothes off in front of you, making you watch as parts of his body revealed with every piece of clothing removed.

Your eyes landed on his throbbing member with prominent veins, you felt the urge to touch it to know how hard it was.

He kneeled beside you and took your hand, "this is how much I want you," he said as he wrapped your hand around his length.

Feeling curious, you slowly brought your mouth close and slowly took his length in your mouth, you gagged the second the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

You pulled out almost immediately, strings of saliva dribbled down your chin.

Felix wiped it with his thumb, "take it slow," he said to you then pushed your head down back onto the pillow.

He straddle you, crotch slightly hovering on your stomach, with his cock in his hand, and circled your nipples with the tip of his cock. He went lower, lower until he settled himself between your legs.

You spread your legs for him, exposing your heating core to him, drenching and aching to be filled.

His cock teased your slit, up and down until fresh arousal leaked out of you.

Then slowly pushed his cock inside with a deep growl he let out until he fully bottomed out, he smiled blissfully as he lowered himself on top of you, capturing your lips in his again.

"So good, baby," he said to you before pressing another kiss on your lips, "so good," he cooed.

You pulled your knees up to let him penetrate deeper, thrusting harder that your climax closed in with no time.

Your legs shook underneath him as your orgasm hit you, sending immense pleasure all over you.

Felix kept the motion going until he too cum inside you just like he wanted to, he stayed inside you for a moment while kissing your breasts and lightly licked your nipples.

He kneeled on the bed and slowly pulled out, a hand rubbed your thigh as he watched his cum leaking out of you.

He lightly pinched the flesh of your thighs, breath quickened at the sight that made his cock erect again.

"It looks like I need to fill you again," he said to you as he lay next to you.

He kissed your jaw, cheek, around your face until his mouth eventually landed on your lips.

"I'm going to fill you up," he said to you with his face so close to yours.

You placed your hands on his arms, feeling his taut biceps when you held it.

"Would you like that?" He asked you.

"Yes," you shortly replied with a lustful sigh.

He smiled with his mouth pressed to the side of your face, one hand went to bring your leg over to his and hooked it around his waist.

All of a sudden, he jolted on the bed made him abruptly break the kiss. Then you saw the cat walked behind him then to his pillow and rested itself on the space above your face.

"I forgot to tell you about the other roommate," you said to him.

"Oh?" Felix's eyebrows raised in surprise then pulled you closer to him, "Is it going to stay there and watch us..." he trailed his words.

You chuckled and nodded, "I think so, yeah,"

Felix looked at you and shrugged.

"What? Are you jealous of him now?" You asked him with your hands around his neck.

"It's a he?" He asked with wide eyes.

You nodded.

"Then yes, I am jealous," he said.

You turned over on the bed and had him under you, lowered yourself on top of him, "well, you'd better get to know each other cause he'll be staying for a while," you told him.

The cat mewled as it curled on your pillow as if he knew what you were saying to Felix.

Felix rubbed his hands up and down your back, turned his head at the cat, then said, "you'd better pay you extra for rent," he said to the cat.

The cat purred with its eyes closed, dozing into sleep, and ignored his words.

"Did he just?" He asked in disbelief.

You laughed at the funny banter and kissed him on the mouth, "you'd better pay extra too," you jokingly said.

"Cuddles is not enough?"

You shook your head, "not enough,"

"Good thing that I can do more than cuddles," he remarked with a sly grin and a hand threading on the sin of your abdomen, then brought his mouth close to your ear, whispering the list of all things he could do to you than just cuddles.

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BLUEPRINT.

PART II

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I

Author's note: So sorry if you found this isn't properly proofread, I haven't had my coffee yet.

Minho likes being competitive.

He likes the challenge, the rush that comes with it, to prove himself that he is the best at what he does and ultimately, winning, fair and square.

Just like today, he got called to represent his firm for a chance to design a building for an art foundation. What got him interested was, there would be two other firms that joined in on the project but there would be only one that got selected.

He smirked as he got into the elevator, feeling confident about this project. When he entered the conference room, there were only a group of people on one side of the seat, and he asked his co=worker about his competitors.

The one sitting across from him was from a firm that is specialized in neo-futurist architecture and the other, the one that got late into the meeting specialized in a post-modern architecture that prioritizes environmentally friendly and sustainable buildings.

Ten minutes into the meeting, the other firm finally arrived and took their seats next to his, and Minho didn't bother to look at them, they were already made a bad first impression on him.

Minho wrote down everything the client requested for the design and jotted down side notes on what went through his mind as he listened to the brief.

They announced the end date for the firms to submit their designs, and everyone got up from their seats as soon as the meeting ended. For a second, Minho caught a familiar face but maybe he mistook it for someone he knew.

When he arrived in the main lobby though, he knew he was right about what he just saw earlier the moment he spotted you.

Standing in the crowded lobby, clutching your handbag with both hands in front of you and looking at him with a smile that rose on your face like a blooming flower.

Without he intended to, his feet took him to you until he was close enough to see and make sure it was you.

"So, here we are!" You said to him, looking into his eyes and flashing him a knowing smile.

There was so much he wanted to say to you after your long absence in his life, but he stood there in front of you, tongue-tied and nonplussed.

"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, huh?" You poked fun at him with a sly grin.

It was actually the opposite, he was ecstatic to see you again after a long time, after two terrible years to be precise.

He softly laughed, aware that his jaws had been hung open for quite some time now.

"Yeah," he finally answered, tried not to stutter but failing.

You looked over your shoulder and saw your co-workers were waiting for you outside since the car had pulled up out front.

"Nice to see you again, I guess?" you said to him, his silence made you think that he wasn't that enthusiastic about meeting you again.

Minho called for your name when you walked away, "and you're going to leave just like that?" He asked.

You softly chuckled without stopping, slightly turned your head at him, "You know where to find me now," you told him and exited the building.

Minho felt stupid that the moment he had been hoping to come true happened just like that, he should've asked for your number or invited you for a lunch, even better, a dinner date.

But all he did was stood there and watched you leave like two years ago.

-

"Just take it," you said to him as he stood in front of you, right outside your house after him explaining how he ended up receiving the job offer from the firm just like Professor Shin had promised him.

After a month of not seeing you after the project, he finally got to meet you again even though he had to wait outside your house.

"I can't take it," he refused.

You laughed at him, "you know what I hate more than losing?" You asked him.

"People making me feel like a sore loser," you answered.

Minho blamed himself for making you feel being pitied by him, all he could think about was how didn’t deserve this because a part of this was also yours.

"You worked hard on this, so you deserve it," you told him as if you saw through his weary mind.

"I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing!" You cut him off, "I told you, none of this is our fault," you assured him.

There was something else he wanted to address that day but he didn’t know where to start, about that night and how you disappeared the next morning.

"I guess there's nothing to talk about," you suddenly said.

All the words he was trying to convey vanished when he looked at you and your hand that lingered on the handle of the gate.

"Good luck, Minho!" You told him with a smile.

Minho sighed, having so many things to say and running out of time to say it.

"Thanks," he muttered to you before you closed the gate of the house.

But this time, it would be different.

He would try harder, do better and compete in all fairness with you.

Someone pointed him to your desk when he came to your office during his lunch break. He spotted it right away from the candy jar on the desk, but no one sat on the chair.

He looked around and asked someone who sat nearby, "She's in a meeting and will be back in a few minutes," he said.

Minho shrugged and sat on your chair, looking at your desk cluttered with so many things and little notes sticking to your computer screen for upcoming appointments.

He took one of your candies and reclined on the seat, opening the candy wrapper.

"Going behind enemy line, I see," you remarked from behind him.

He swiveled his chair and shoved the candy into his mouth, then smirked, "I need to know their valuable asset,"

"And did you find out already?" You asked him as you set your laptop down the desk.

"Right in front of me," he said.

"What are you going to do then?"

"Try to steal it, of course!" He said with a flirty wink at the end.

You scoffed then leaned against the desk, folding your arms in front of you. Everyone knew who he was, and they were watching you with eagle eyes.

"Let me take you out for lunch," he said, looking up at you through his dark, thick lashes.

"I just had lunch," you told him.

"Dinner then?"

"I already have a plan for tonight,"

"How about tomorrow?"

You softly laughed, "you're relentless,"

He shrugged as if proud of his trait.

"Let's have coffee, I have a little time to spare," you said to him.

Minho was disappointed that you could only spare a little time for him when he wanted a lot from you. But this was a good start for him, he waited by the table as you brought his cup of coffee to the table.

"So, what brings you here?" You asked him.

This was what he likes about you, you were straightforward, you couldn't stand chitchat cause that was just a waste of time for you.

"That I'm going to play fair this time," he said.

"And is that supposed to scare me?" You asked as you sipped your coffee.

"I must be stupid to think that I can scare you," he said.

You tipped your head to the side and smirked at him.

"What I'm telling you is I'm glad we got to do it again," he sincerely said, "I'm sad that we're not in the same team, but I think you know why I'm glad," he explained.

You understood, of course, it was a way for him to prove himself, that he could succeed by himself and that he deserved it.

"Yes," you responded.

This was why it interests you, joined this project knowing that he would be a part of it, and you had just as much to prove as him, to prove yourself.

"And also, I want to continue what we had last time," he added, eyes intensely looking at you.

"And what's that?" You teased his words back to him.

"It takes two to figure it out," he answered.

You smiled, tried to suppress the recollections of that night with him, and quickly took another sip of your coffee.

"Good luck then," you said to him, then got up from your seat.

"For what?" He asked.

"Everything, I guess," you half-heartedly said.

Minho snorted because it was exactly what you said two years ago to him then got up from his chair.

"I can't wait to see what you can do," he said it no in a condescending way, he knew well enough that you are capable of great things.

You lowly chuckled, "but it seems like you have to wait to do that," you said.

He looked at you, at your face that he missed seeing, the eyes that filled with so much wonder and curiosity with your head slightly tilted to the side you just like you did to him that very second.

He found it very endearing, but your lips were what captivated him most, he could imagine the softness of it just by looking at it.

"Bye Minho," You said to him, then headed to the elevator that would take you back to your office.

It was nice hearing his name through your mouth, like listening to his favorite song he hadn't listened to in a long time.

As he exited the building and took a taxi back to his firm, he thought of so many things, this time he put everything on the line in the hope to get everything back to him, which included winning you back.

Turned out, it wasn't easy.

Minho walked into a restaurant with his co-workers for a team dinner, something to motivate his team to work harder on this project.

And he noticed you were also there but you were already finished and were paying for your dinner, with a guy much older than you.

Minho couldn't help himself, he followed you outside, to the front of the restaurant, and called for you.

You turned on your heels with a hand lightly holding his arm by the sleeve of his coat.

"Oh, hi," you exclaimed when you saw him there.

You looked over his shoulder and saw his co-workers waiting inside, "I see you come with your team," you said.

"Yeah," he responded, but his eyes were looking at the guy sitting in front of you.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers in a defensive way.

"So this is your plan for tonight," he said, he meant to say it lightly, not to sound bitter.

You watched as Minho looked intensely stared at him while the guy looked back at him, completely fazed by it.

You snorted, "this is my brother-in-law," you quickly added.

Minho's stare instantly softened that he let out a short sigh then smiled, "nice to meet you," he finally responded.

"Nice to meet you," your brother-in-law said to him.

He got flustered that Minho's ears turned red, and it was getting awkward with every passing second.

"I'd better get inside," he announced.

"Yeah, you'd better be," you said back to him, half-laughing.

He smiled as he walked inside, feeling so embarrassed by his own doing.

And he started to think that was why you kept refusing on going on dinner with him. He relentlessly called for you, texted you, and ultimately, came to your office again because he couldn't stay still knowing that you might be out with some other guy that wasn't your brother-in-law.

You were still working while most of the people had left for the day, sitting on your desk, reading something while biting the end of your pencil between your teeth.

Minho put down a paper bag on your desk in front of you that got you slightly startled to see him there.

He didn't say anything but pulled out a small jar of your favorite blue raspberry candies in front of you.

He smirked as he presented it to you, knowing that he got your weak spot. He pulled one candy out and held it out on his palm at you, "come and have dinner with me," he said to you.

You smiled with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip, "Can't you see? I'm busy," you said to him.

He took your hand and put the candy on your palm, "I take no excuses," he said then took your purse and coat with him.

You swiveled on your chair, laughed at his persistence that you had no other option but to submit to his wish.

"This is not playing hard to get," he said as he looked at you sitting in front of him on the table, twirling your pasta with your fork, "you're avoiding me," he stated.

"If you're not yet aware, we're technically not in a team mode here," you responded and shoved a spoonful of pasta into your mouth.

"Just because we're not in the same team doesn't mean we're not allowed to be civil with each other," he cheekily responded.

"This is more than civil," you added.

"And I admit that," he shamelessly said, then sipped his wine.

"That's because you make one charming enemy. I could fall for your tricks any time," he added.

"Then why are we here?"

"Because I fall for your charms," he shortly replied as he continued cutting his steak.

"And why is that?"

"Because I got myself into you, you don't even have to pull any tricks on me. You can be cruel to me, I'm a fool for you," he answered, eyes locked with yours.

"And also," he slyly grinned before he finished his sentence, "sleeping with the enemy is hot,"

Your hand held your wine glass by its stem, "I think sleeping with the enemy is something I'd definitely not do," you remarked.

"And why?"

You shrugged, "I would never let my guard down," you replied.

Minho knew exactly that you were the type to keep your guard high, not letting anyone in unless you were sure that someone was trustworthy enough to know your weaknesses.

You did it to him once, and that made him believe he could do it again, not to do a harm to it, but to help you protect what he had seen in you: your true, genuine self, your pure compassion, and principles you firmly stood on.

That was what makes you stand up among other people, that what makes you special to him, that what makes him want you more.

Minho got out of the car as soon as he saw you unbuckled your safety belt, so he could open the car door for you.

You lowly chuckled when he offered you his hand to help you get out of his car, "thank you," you muttered to him.

"You still live alone," he said, seeing that your house was dark like it used to whenever he drove you home two years ago.

"My sister lives with his husband now," you said to him and closed the car door behind you, "so yeah, I have the house to myself,"

"Can I come in then?" He asked you with a lopsided grin.

"Try again next time," you said to him.

You leaned in and gently kissed him on the cheek, "thank you for dinner," you muttered as you pulled away.

"A kiss on the cheek?" He asked in disbelief, shook his head, then pulled you close by putting a hand around your waist.

He leaned in close, "you know I need more than that," he said, then kissed you on the lips.

Once he got the taste of it, he couldn't settle with one or two kisses, he drew you closer, putting a hand on the nape of your neck and angling your head to deepen the kiss.

Body pushed you backward until your back hit the cold metal of your house gate, pinned you against his that made you give in, holding him back while clutching your purse in one hand.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, but he moved his lips down the column of your throat, "Minho, it's getting cold," you said to him.

"Then we should get in," he responded, lips grazing your earlobe as he spoke.

You softly giggled as he tilted your head upward, allowing him to savor your neck with kisses and gentle bites.

"Nice try," you said to him.

You lifted his head and kissed him this time.

It took him by a surprise that you would kiss him this way, so tenderly with your hand slipped in his hair that he believed you knew how he likes it when you do that.

Your kisses were light and lovely, like a gust of warm breeze in a winter night but passed too soon.

You slowly pushed him away, "I'm cold," you admitted.

And he noticed your cheeks redden from the cold, and when he took your hands in his, they were freezing that he immediately brought them close to his mouth and blew warm breath on them.

"Get inside," he told you, no matter how much he hated to say this.

"Okay," you said, then unlocked the gate of your house, swung the gate open but not getting in yet.

"Goodnight, Minho," you said to him.

"Goodnight," he said back.

He stepped back then walked back into his car.

He waited until all the lights in your house turned on and made sure you were safely back inside your house before driving away with the thought that even though you didn't let him in yet, didn't mean that it was impossible to do, you just need more time, and he was willing to give you as much as you want.

You worth the wait, the patience, you worth everything he has in him.

-

Winning is great.

That's for sure.

But as you got older, you realized that you learned more from losing. You learned how to keep going.

When you parted ways with Minho two years ago, you took it as a starting point to finally learn from losing and started again carrying that knowledge.

When you met Minho again though, you weren't sure you wanted to start over. He kept reminding you of your failure, what you lost, how your hard work went to a waste, the iniquity of it all.

You didn't want to see him again because of that.

When you kissed him that night, you realized that he was the only good thing that came out of that hardship.

Also, it wasn't fair to Minho, he didn't do anything wrong, he was innocent, collateral damage.

Maybe it was time for you to try, you told yourself as you entered his firm and asked the lady behind the front desk that you wanted to see him.

Minho was meeting a client, and you were told to wait in his office, you kept glancing at your wristwatch because you didn't have much time and had to get back to your office soon.

Minho came a while later, smiling at the sight of you, a delightful surprise that he didn't see coming.

"Such a sight for sore eyes," he said with a dreamy sigh.

"I can say the same for your office," you said to him, it was a nice office, spacious with a breathtaking view of the city.

He walked up to you, stopped just a step away from you, "you came here," he said, his words tinted with disbelief.

"I had a meeting near your office, so I decided to stop by," you explained.

With his height, he towered above you, looking down at you with his dark brown eyes.

"And coffee!" You pointed to the cups of coffee you brought with you on the table.

Someone came trudging into his office and interrupted you both, "I am sorry but I need you..." the man's eyes shifted from him to you, "hey, I think I know you," he said to you.

"I think so too, yeah," you said to him with a courteous smile.

You glanced down at your wristwatch again, "I'm sorry, but I have to go," you told Minho, then picked up your bag and coat on the chair.

Minho got confused with the situation that created a lot of questions in his head.

"But we haven't-"

"I'll make sure to visit again," you said to him, flashing a smile to the other guy on your way out.

On your way back to your firm, you were sure Minho would ask how did you know that guy in his office. You were never the type to explain useless things like that but you got the urge to explain everything to him, you didn't know why, you just did.

Work kept you busy, and you only had time to visit him a few days later, you clocked out early to drop by his firm before going home.

When you arrived at his floor, it was almost empty except for the one in his department, where everyone gathered at the long table and talked.

You stepped closer to ask for Minho but overheard their conversation instead.

You got upset once you realized they were talking about Minho and you, and your little quarrel back in college and how you failed to get accepted in the firm, they thought that was why you kept coming to his office and probably trying to steal his design.

You scoffed and couldn't lie but got upset at their last accusation that was taken out of context, "excuse me!" You said to them.

And they abruptly stopped talking, nervously smiled at you.

"I never plan to-"

Minho suddenly appeared from behind you and cut you off, "what makes you guys so sure she came here to steal my design? Well, I guess you don't know what she's capable of," he snapped.

"If you talk ill about her again, I'll take that personally," he finished, looking at his coworkers one by one in the eyes that they looked down and got quiet.

He pulled your hand and took you to his office, "I'm sorry that you need to hear that," he said to you as he shut the blinds of his office to get some privacy.

You sighed and gripped the handle of your bag so tight your knuckles turned white, "I told you, I hate it when people make me feel like I'm a sore loser," you said to him.

Minho came up to you, "I'm not. I'm just telling the truth," he said.

"Yeah, the truth that you won and I lost,"

Minho's eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion, "why you make it seem like it was only about you losing and me winning? You said it yourself, that none of this was our fault," he told you, almost running out of breath at the end of the sentence.

"Sure, but the way you have to explain everything to them," you paused to catch a deep breath, "I can take care of myself, but of course, you had to come and save me," you scoffed.

Minho got quiet, he knew it was wrong for him to do that, not letting you handle it. He regretted stepping in your battle.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Forget it," you said to him, "I don't even know why I'm here," you headed for the door, but he stopped you, putting a hand around you to stop you on your track.

"I will not let you leave this time," he said to you, holding you back from leaving.

"Minho, let me go," you sternly said to him.

"No," he sternly said back to you.

You sighed and slouched your shoulders against his back, "stop pitying me," you sadly said.

He tightened his hold around you and put another hand across your chest, "you know what I have for you is not pity," he said to you.

You knew he was telling the truth, he cared for you, that was why he did what he did.

"Did you date someone else in these past two years?" He suddenly said, changing the topic.

"Did you meet someone and fall in love?" He asked again.

"Did he treat you better?"

You took his hands off of you and turned around to face him, looking at his face with a layer of sadness on it.

"Was he better than me?" He asked again.

"If this is it about the other day, he was just someone I went on a date once," you said even though you didn't know why you felt obligated to explain.

He nodded and licked his lips, "I know," he answered.

"But is there someone else?" He asked again as if the answer would please him.

You shook your head, "no one else," you answered.

He pulled you into a hug and held you so tight as if you would vanish if he didn't. He sighed repeatedly, relieved and enlightened, he raked your hair with his fingers and drank your scent.

He tilted your head with his fingers under your chin, "I'll be miserable if I can't have you," he said, then pressed a kiss on your lips.

You let your bag drop onto the floor and slipped your hands under his suit jacket and on his warm-clothed body, returning his kiss with the same enthusiasm.

Minho ran his hands down to the back of your thighs and hoisted your body against him, steered both of your bodies to his desk, then sat you down on the desk.

He let go of the kiss, placed his hands around your neck, and softly rubbed your jaw with his thumb, "you're so hot when you're mad," he said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "should I stay mad at you, then?" You teased.

"You're always hot to me nonetheless," he said while running a thumb over your lips.

"But when you're mad," he hissed, "so, so hot," then brought his lips on you again.

With his lips almost touching yours, you pushed him away from you, and he staggered backward, "fuck you, Minho," you said to him.

"Huh? why? What happened?" He asked, baffled at the turn of the event.

"Fuck you!" You cursed out loud, loud enough for anyone outside the office to hear.

You got off his desk and walked up to him, "Fuck you! I Didn't steal your design!" You shouted at him.

He stood there frozen on his feet, "I didn't say you steal it," he said.

You pushed him until his back hit the wall and made a soft thudding sound.

"You fucking incompetent piece of shit! Why would I steal from you?" You snapped at him, index finger stabbed his chest for every word you enunciated.

He put your hand away, but you were quick to fist the front of his shirt, "Why? Didn't you say you like seeing me mad?" You asked him.

Minho smirked almost devilishly.

He pulled your body and had you pinned to the wall this time, pressing his weight against yours, "And you think you're better than me?" He shouted back at you in a mocking tone, intentionally loud for everyone else to hear.

"You have so much to prove, huh?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"I'm going to win this time," you said to him, grabbing his shirt by its collar.

"You'd better get your big mouth shut for that!" He said, then pressed a haste kiss on you.

A kiss that made both of you thrash around the room, wreaking havoc in his office, your shoes fell off your feet as he lifted your body and sat you back on the desk.

His hand impatiently went under your skirt to palm your clothed core, so warm and delicate under his touch.

"Fuck," he muttered against your lips, "I want you so much,"

He aggressively inserted his fingers inside your underwear to touch the delicate flesh of your cunt, to see how wet you were for him.

Your hands went to unbuckle his belt and fumbled to open the button that Minho eventually helped you with it, pulled out his erection from his underwear.

You wrapped your hand around his length and gently pumped his length.

You reclined on the desk with a hand propped under you, lifted your legs, and pulled the hem of your skirt until it scrunched up around your hips, all while your eyes fixated on his, just like the sight wasn't tantalizing enough, you spread your legs wide for him.

A lopsided grin bloomed on his face, he felt challenged by you, you pushed just the right button. He put your underwear to the side, exposing your gushing wet hole that he immediately inserted his fingers.

You intentionally clenched around his fingers to give him a taste of what was coming.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

"I can't wait anymore," he said to you, then dragged your body closer, he wet the tip of his cock with your arousal to finally push his length inside.

You hooked your legs around his waist, and with your heels, you pressed his ass, sending him deeper inside you.

He let out a loud groan that you quickly slush him away, "you want everyone to hear, huh?"

He shook his head with jaws clenched, "I don't care," he said to you.

You intentionally clenched, tightened the muscles around him, and successfully earned another loud groan from him that he quickly muffled by pressing his lips together.

"And you said you don't care," you sneered.

He ignored your taunt and began moving, eyes fixated on where his cock going in and out of you. He wondered how you managed to still calm with this overwhelming pleasure, that only made him want to ruin you more, making you a moaning mess on his office desk.

It was him who had a hard time containing his grunts.

"You left the door unlocked, Minho," you taunted him, "someone can walk in on us,"

He pulled you by your neck to sink his mouth on yours as a way to muffle the noises he made.

"You want to let them see you fucking me on your desk?" You asked into his ear.

The more you taunted him, the more aroused he got that his thrusts started to get sloppy.

"Let them see you fucking an enemy?" You taunted him more.

Minho accidentally sucked on your neck so hard as he climaxed, cumming inside you, and gripped the back of your thigh so hard you were sure it would create a mark on the skin. He gave you a slobbering kiss that landed on the corner of your mouth.

"I hate to remind you, but your coworkers are right outside," you reminded him as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

He let go of your lips with a gasp, then looked at your face, "I still want to be inside you," he said to you.

"I'm so full of you right now," you softly whined.

"And I want to keep it that way," he said to you with a dreamy smile.

After gaining his composure back, Minho slowly pulled out of you, his cock had softened and wet from both of your arousals.

He quickly pushed all the cum leaking out of your hole back inside and put your underwear back to its place, softly palming your clothed cunt as he placed a kiss on you.

He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt back, tucking his shirt inside, and you helped him fix the collar of his shirt.

You got off the table and collected your shoes on the floor, then sat on the headrest of the sofa to put them on, roughly combed your hair next with your fingers after.

Minho noticed the blooming mark on your neck and helped you cover it with your hair.

Minho picked up your bag and handed it to you.

"Don't follow me out of the door," you ordered as you buttoned your coat.

"Why?"

"Because I'm still mad at you," you sharply said.

Minho softly laughed and hugged you from the back, "then I won't let you go until you're not mad anymore,"

You broke out of his hug and turned around, "try me!" You said to him, then got out the door.

You kept walking without looking at his coworkers who were probably wondering what just happened inside.

Minho beat you up to push the elevator to pick you up on his floor, his hair slightly tousled and a sly smirk plastered on his face.

You stood next to each other as you watched the number of the floor change as the elevator went down the building.

"We're supposed to be still mad at each other," you reminded him.

"Why would I still be mad at you?" he asked.

"You're dripping down my thighs," you said to him without turning your head at him.

He didn't reply but shot you a smirk.

The elevator dinged when it arrived, and its door slid open, Minho followed you inside but stayed in its doorway, grabbed you by your elbow, moved his hand to your neck, "be careful," he said to you.

"Goodnight," he added, then gave your lips a quick peck.

He stepped away and let the elevator door slide shut, disappeared behind the chamber.

And you got a taste of what it felt like when you closed the gate of your house at him.

-

The deadline was less than two weeks away, your mind had been occupied with work and more work, even when you were resting at home you felt bad for it, wasting the time you could have spent on working.

You knew this side of yourself, once you were into something, you put your everything on it, you either go all in or nothing, never do it half-heartedly.

You were getting back from a team meeting when you saw Minho had been waiting on your desk.

It was the only good thing that happened that day, the smile he gave you as you made your way to him.

"Come with me," you ordered.

You took him to the balcony where employees go to to have a cigarette smoke between works, there was a little garden and a few benches to sit on, you sat on the one that face the city view.

You sighed, feeling good for taking a little break after tirelessly working for hours.

"I see that you're busy," he said to you.

"Aren't you should be busy too?"

He sighed, "yeah,"

"But I want to see you," he added.

You reclined on the bench and rested your head on his shoulder, it felt nice to rely on someone even for a fleeting moment.

Minho put an arm around you, making you feel embraced.

"Minho, we can't keep doing this," you said to him.

"Doing what?"

"Keep seeing each other," you answered.

"The deadline is nearing, and I don't have time to focus on something else," you explained.

"That I agree," he said while rubbing your shoulder.

"You know that once I'm starting something, I will put everything in me into it," you furtherly explained.

"I know," he nodded in acknowledgment.

Minho sighed, he understood what you meant, that he shouldn't be seeing you and vice versa, and that both of you should put your focus on the project.

"I will stop seeing you," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

"Only until the deadline," he said to you, shot you a playful smirk, "when the deadline ends, you can't stop me from seeing you,"

You closed your eyes and chuckled, "unbelievable!" You breathlessly muttered.

You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company in between chaotic hours of work.

It was hard for Minho not to see you for a while, it was even harder to part with you and not be able to kiss you, or just held your hand.

It was the right thing to do.

Minho also had a hard time focusing on work when his head was filled with you. At least not seeing you, helped him put all of his attention on it, working and doing his best to get the best outcome.

It wasn't hard to find his motivation back, to win, to prove himself, to be acknowledged for what he do best.

When the work took its toll on him, that was when he needed you.

He drove to your house after getting off late from work and rang your doorbell. It took you a while to open the gate and find him there, eyes shrunken in exhaustion like the life was sucked out of him.

"I thought we agreed not to-"

Without letting you finish your sentence, he put his hands around you and held you close, melted into your arms that made his worries evaporate into thin air.

"I know," he mumbled.

"I need to see you," he said to you.

He sounded so worn out that you felt bad for stopping him, you held him back instead, slipping your hands underneath his coat and putting your hand on his back.

Minho put his coat around you, enveloping both of your bodies in his coat, and stayed like that, in the quiet of the night except for the constant buzzing sound of the streetlight shining down on you.

"I miss you so much," he said at your face with eyes closed as if it was painful to admit it.

And you couldn't deny the fact that you missed him too: his smart mouth, his sly smirks, his intense gaze, his presence in your life that made your life a little easier, whole and content.

You tilted your head up at him and looked into his eyes, which overflowed with so much warmth and affection for you.

"I miss you too," you said back.

Minho smiled and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips that made the mounting misery of not seeing you disappear in a second.

"You want to come in?" You asked him.

Minho would say yes right away if he hadn't promised you.

He shook his head even though he had been dying for you to invite him in, "I'll be a gentleman and wait until the deadline ends," he answered.

You nodded, "Correct answer!"

He jerked his head back, "wait, that was a test isn't it?" He asked.

You shrugged.

"And I passed?"

You shrugged again.

He groaned while you chuckled at him, he tightened his hold around you, pecked on your lips, and kissed you to get as much taste of it to last him until he could see you again.

"You'd better get back inside, it's freezing," he said to you.

"Okay," you said.

He reluctantly put his hands away from you and let you step out of his hug, watched you get inside the gate, and said, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He said back.

He stood there for a moment to relish the feeling of having you around him. He just realized how much your presence meant to him, like breathing a new life into him, making him want to do better and better.

Only a few days away, he said to himself. A few nights of sleep away then he'll be able to see you as much as he wanted, and at that moment, Minho's goal slightly changed, not to win but to have you back.

-

A day before the deadline, you came by his office and it puzzled him because it was so unlike you to break your promise. He saw you waiting by the lounge, sitting on the single sofa in the corner of the room with your purse on your lap.

"Hey," he greeted as he sat on the sofa across from you, "I didn't expect to see you today. Deadline is tomorrow," he said.

You smiled at him, "last-minute enemy intrusion," you joked.

"Let me get you a cup of coffee," he offered.

"No, please," you kindly refused, "I won't be long," you added.

He sat back down, took your hand, and clasped it with his, "what is it?" He asked, in slight concern.

You licked your lips and looked into his eyes that stared back at you with so much anticipation, "I just came back from turning in my design," you began, "I had to do an early presentation because I have to leave for a business trip,"

The smile on his face slowly faded, "you're going to leave me, are you? Like two years ago," he asked, squeezing your hand and clasped it tighter around his.

You softly smiled, "why would I bother telling you if I'm going to leave you?" you said.

Minho leaned forward on his seat, propped his elbows on his knees, "don't leave!" He sadly said.

"I'll only leave for a week," you said to him, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

"And you come here to tell me that?" He asked.

Minho couldn't hide his gleeful smiles, feeling giddy because it felt like he had just unlocked a new level in the relationship.

You shook your head, "I come here to say good luck!"

He chuckled, couldn't contain his glee anymore.

"Cause you seem to really need it," you added with eyes squinted at him, "a lot,"

He burst out laughing and hissed, "you really do come to break my spirit, huh?"

You shrugged and subtly smirked at him.

He walked you until you were both outside his firm, hailed a taxi for you. Knowing that you would be out of reach for a few days, he grabbed your hand, not letting you in the taxi yet, taking a look at you, and got the urge to touch you, but he knew you wouldn't like that.

He looked at you for a while with a hand squeezed your elbow, "gosh, I want to kiss you so much," he muttered under his breath.

You softly smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Good luck!" You said to him again then got in the back of the taxi.

After your taxi had left, Minho stood there still reeling from the kiss you just gave him, out in the open, with people walking around the firm, in the middle of the day.

One kiss was all it took to get him through the day but not enough to last until the day you come back.

He turned in the design and gave a presentation on the following day, he felt relieved because he put his best into it and that he regretted nothing, no matter what the outcome would be.

All he could think about was you.

How he missed you.

How badly he needed to hold you to melt his weariness away.

When he came to the office the following week, people cheered for him and it got him questioning himself.

Everyone seemed to know that it would be him just like they expected, his design got selected, in other words, he won it, he proved himself, he reached his goal.

As everyone celebrated his achievement, he got this feeling tugged in his chest, he should be happy about his winning, but why it didn't excite him like he thought it would.

What is winning without someone to share it? Someone who knew the struggle, the pain that came by sacrificing everything on it, and gave him the support he never knew he needed.

When everyone left for the day, Minho sat on his chair and looked out of his window in his office.

Celebrating his winning on his own and the burden that went away with it. Winning wasn't always about gaining, it was also about losing.

His cellphone rang on his desk, and he picked it up.

"Congratulations!" That was the first word you said to him s soon as he picked up.

He smiled knowing that it was you, "Thank you," he said, he wasn't exactly feeling grateful for beating you but he knew how you hated being treated like a sore loser.

"I miss you! Come back already!" He muttered, he needed you more than being acknowledged for his achievement.

"Why? Are you going to treat this loser for some drinks?" You playfully asked through the phone.

"You are anything but a loser," he told you.

"And yes, I'll bring a bottle,"

You lightly chuckled, "Then come down!"

"Huh?"

"I'll be waiting by your car," you said.

Minho jolted on his seat and sat up straight, "you're here?"

"Don't make me wait too long, Minho," you gave him a vague answer.

Minho frantically gathered his things around his office and punched the button on the elevator as if it would get him down faster.

When the door slid open, he broke into a jog and went to where he parked his car with you leaning against the side of the car.

His heart burst with happiness like he just received his real prize for winning.

He ran to you and crashed himself with you, hugged you and lifted you off of your feet, held you in the air for a moment before putting you back down.

You opened your mouth to speak but he was quick to shut you up with a kiss, a titillating kiss that conveyed how much he misses you.

"Let's get you home," he said as soon as he broke the kiss.

You looked at him with your lips wet from his kiss, "Okay," you answered.

Minho had been waiting for this moment, he stood behind you as you unlocked the gate of your house then pushed it open.

He followed you inside, crossed the small garden, then climbed the stairs that led to the front door of the house, you inserted the passcode until it beeped open.

You swung the door open and stepped away to let him in, "please, come in!" You said to him.

He shot you a smile, then walked in, took off his shoes, and slipped into slippers.

He looked around the living room while you went to the kitchen to get some drinks, looking at the framed pictures of you with your family on the wall, and saw the one when you were still a toddler, playing sand on a beach.

"I am well aware that I wasn't a cute kid back then," you said when you returned with glasses and a small bucket of ice cubes, then put down a sealed bottle of whiskey.

Minho sat on the sofa and volunteered to open the bottle, "I'm sorry. I should be the one treating you to a drink," he said.

"No problem. I happen to have a lot of alcohol but no time to drink them," you responded.

You put two ice cubes on his glass and none in yours, Minho shot you a sly smile because you still remember how he likes his drink.

He clangs his glass with yours, took sips of your drinks almost at the same time, slightly hissing when you gulped it down in one go and the alcohol burned down your throat.

"Congratulations, once again," you said again as you refilled your glass.

Then clang your glass with his in his hand, gulped it again at once.

You glanced at him, and he was giving you this look, one that was so familiar, "don't give me that pitying look, Minho," you said to him and put down your glass.

"I'm not," he denied.

You lightly chuckled, "Look, you didn't owe me anything, you won because you did it on your own. It came from your pure hard work and your competence, you did it, you won!" You said to him, squeezing his hand on his lap.

"And you know what? You didn't have to prove anyone anything, you only need to prove it to yourself," you added.

You shifted on your seat, slightly facing him with one leg folded on the sofa, "you just did, and that's enough," you finished with a comforting smile.

Minho didn't realize it until you told him this, that he didn't need to prove anyone anything, everything that he sought all these times was not winning but proving it to himself.

His heart swelled with so much pride for himself, and it felt like the burden he put himself in vanished into thin air.

He reached for your cheek, caressed it with so much love, feeling so grateful and lucky he had someone like you who understood him.

He leaned in and kissed you, he put all of these nice feelings inside of him and put them all into the kiss.

"I'm so in love with you," he said against your lips.

He didn't waste time to kiss you again, drew your body close, and closed the gap between your bodies. Kissed you more, harder, deeper until his lungs screamed for oxygen.

He was so lost in the moment, he didn't hear his cellphone ringing in his jacket.

"Minho, your phone is ringing," you said to him.

He sighed, reluctantly letting go of the kiss but still holding you close, he picked up the phone.

You lay your hand flat on his chest as you watched him talk into the phone, he looked back at you, then at your hand that played with the button of his shirt.

You moved your hand down lower to feel the taut muscles of his stomach through the fabric, all the while maintaining your eyes with his.

Your hand went lower, touching the metal buckle of his belt, and he shot you a subtle glare as he kept talking into the phone.

You quickly withdrew yourself and sat up on the sofa to pour yourself a drink, just a little, and gulped it down.

Minho grabbed your hand when he thought you were about to leave him on the sofa, you shot him a smile and went kneeling on the floor facing him.

He shook his head at you, sensed that you were up to no good.

But that didn't stop you from unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down, taking out his semi-hard member from its confine.

Minho watched it all while trying to keep his tone as he continued speaking through the phone, stifled a sigh when you wrapped your hand around his length and began softly pumping it, up and down.

"Not fair," he mouthed to you.

You took an ice cube from the bucket and put it in your mouth, crushed it with your teeth until it became tiny little shards in your mouth.

Minho's eyes widened when he saw you slowly bring your mouth close to his cock and put it in your mouth, couldn't help but let out a moan when he felt the cold of the ice around him that electrified and aroused him at the same time.

He could only hope the person he was speaking to didn’t know what he was dealing with, having your head between his legs, kneeling, and opening your mouth wide to take all of his length.

Minho struggled to contain his groans, he could only mumble his answers through the phone, inhaled, and exhaled a long breathe once in a while to calm himself down as his cock was fully buried inside your mouth, cold and hot, wet and slick.

He let his head fall back on the headrest of the sofa, having a hard time focusing on talking on the phone with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His hand went to put your hair away into a makeshift ponytail with one hand from covering such an enticing sight. The other one was busy holding his phone, keeping it pressed close to his ear.

You looked up through your lashes at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

Minho couldn't handle it, he quickly muttered goodbye to whomever he was talking to on the phone and put the phone away.

"Can't even wait for me to finish my phone call, huh?" He asked you, placing a hand on your jaw and softly rubbing it with his thumb.

You hummed your answer, and the vibration made him buck his hips against your, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat.

Minho cursed under his breath when he pulled his cock out of your mouth, followed by strings of his cum dribbled down your chin.

The view of it made his cock twitch in an instant, he saw the white of his cum on your tongue then watched you swallow it all down.

"Fuck," he cursed out loud, the profanity echoed in the living room.

He roughly got you up from the floor by your elbows and sat you down on his lap, "you're so..." he couldn't find the perfect word to describe the way you unexpectedly act. It never crossed his mind that you would kneel, having to see your head between his legs and sucking him off.

"Unexpected?"

"Full of surprises, more like," he corrected.

He kissed you hastily, tasting your cold mouth, you and his cum in you. His hands fumbled to unbutton your blouse that he impatiently ripped open, you were sure one or two buttons were flying off when he did.

He tossed the blouse away, unclasped your bra without hassle, then hand took an ice cube from the bucket, chewing on it as you did earlier.

"Payback time?" You asked him.

He nodded and opened his mouth to take your breast into his mouth.

The cold of the ice welcomed you, raised the goosebumps all over your body, and woke all of your senses at once.

You didn't hold back from moaning, you looked at how his mouth wrapped around your nipple and sucked on your breast.

You put your hair away, then put your hands on his shoulders, watching him do the same to your other breast, the melting ice dripping down from the corner of his mouth to your chest.

You slowly grind on him, your clothed core against his bulge under you, lowly moaning with mounting tension.

"My room is upstairs," you told him as you slipped your hand into his hair.

"Do you think you can carry me there?" You asked him.

There's just something so satisfying about proving anyone wrong, and Minho lived for that.

He let go of your breast with a loud pop, leaving your nipples red and swollen, wet with his saliva and melting ice.

Taking you to bed would be nothing," he said to you and confidently got up from the sofa, lifting you along with him.

You gasped as he hoisted you higher, hooked your legs around his waist, and hands looped around his neck, clung onto him as he climbed the stairs that led to your room.

He kicked open the door of your bedroom, making you giggle because he didn't want to let go of you for a mere second.

His impatient hands stripped your clothes off of you and as well as his, then crashed his naked body at you until you both toppled onto the bed.

Minho had wanted on fucking you for a long time, and that notion became true got him overwhelmed that his hands aimlessly touching you and kissing anything that he could put his mouth on.

You took the lead, had him pinned under you, lowered yourself to kiss him down while holding your hair from hitting his face.

"I dream of you on top of me," he said to you.

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

You grind on him for a moment before taking his length in your hand and aligning yourself with him, your eyes fixated on his face while his on where his cock slowly disappeared into you.

When he fully inside you, you let out a delightful sigh, blissfully smiling, "so perfect," you hummed, "so perfect inside me," you said to him with a dreamy sigh.

Grunts spilled out of his mouth as you moved on top of him, rolled your hips in a circular motion, slowly grind on him, bounced so hard with your breasts going along with the motions.

"Is this how you dream it?" You softly asked him with your hands on his chest.

He rubbed your forearm, "Even better," he sighed.

ou seductively smiled at him, then tilted your head up, took his hands, and led them to where you wanted him to touch you: all over.

You lay one foot flat on the bed to gain some leverage to go deeper, your eyes screwed shut as your orgasm came closing in.

Minho steadily held your waist, preventing you from falling to the side.

You moaned out loud.

Minho could listen to it on repeat, and he would never get tired of it.

"You're so beautiful when you moan like that," he murmured.

You clenched around him, tighter and tighter, your legs grew weak then a burst of immense pleasure surged throughout your body like a wildfire.

You toppled to the side, and Minho didn't waste time to take over from there, he turned you over on the bed and lifted you by your waist, jutting your ass up in the air.

With a hand on your hips to keep you still and steady, he pushed his length into you again.

He heard you cry into the pillow, his cock entering your still sensitive walls from the previous orgasm.

He began moving, slow and steady, angling your body as he pleased by your hips.

He lowered himself behind you, brought his mouth close to your ear, "Did someone fuck you in those two years without me?" He asked you.

"Did he fuck you better than I do?"

One hand went under to play with your clit, "No one can fuck you better than I do," he remarked, his hot breath tickling your ear when he spoke.

You didn't reply but clutched your pillow under you, moaning and screaming into it.

"You keep clenching around me," he said, gripping your hips so tight, "you want me to cum so fast?"

Minho got lost in it, at how good you felt around his cock that he thrusting into you at a relentless pace, one hand went to the nape of your neck, pushing your head onto the pillow.

"You feel so good, oh, fuck," he said between his grunts.

"I'm going to cum so hard and fill you up,"

And picked up his pace by putting all of his strength into the thrusts until he cum inside you, cock twitching and jamming it so deep inside you as he released his seed.

Without pulling out of you, he lowered himself, kissing your back and angled your head so he could kiss your face.

He heard your sniffles muffled by the pillow and got panicked, "are you crying?"

Your eyes were wet with tears that he could see the wet of your tears on the pillow, he wiped your tears with the back of his hand.

"Are you okay?"

"Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head and looked over your shoulder,

"That was just so good," you honestly answered.

Minho let out a mix of sighs and chuckle as he removed the hair that stuck to your face, "that good, huh?"

He took your hand and intertwined it with his on the bed, lay beside you as he put your body to the side so he could spoon you without pulling out of you, he kissed your bare shoulder repeatedly until you calmed down.

"I never cried from having sex before," you admitted.

"Trust me that it never feels this good to me before," he said to you.

"I believe it feels that good because it's with you," he added, then kissed the skin behind your ear.

You smiled hearing his comforting words tinted with so many endearments for you.

You closed your eyes, let the warmth of his body and the touches he gave you, lulled you to sleep.

-

You woke up with his hands touching your body, mouth kissing the column of your throat, and when he saw your eyes fluttering open, he smiled then whispered, "good morning,"

You saw the pale sunshine shining through the window behind him.

"Can't help yourself, I see," you mumbled.

He smiled with his mouth on your neck, "I want you so much," he murmured.

You softly smiled at him, you knew he didn't need your answer, he was just seeking your permission to go further.

Even with your head was still clouded with sleep, you could feel how pleasurable it was to have him inside you again.

"Mmh yeah, so good," he murmured.

You hummed with your eyes closed, putting a hand around his neck, and softly scratched the hair on the back of his head. He kissed your open mouth and his hips pulsating into you at a painstakingly slow pace.

You looked at his face that hovered a few inches above you, "Remind me how did we get here?" You asked him out of the blue

He breathlessly laughed, "from enemies to lovers?"

"So cliché," you commented while rolling your eyes.

Your cellphone rang from the bedside table, you stretched out your hand and groped around the table to see it was a call from work.

"Don't do anything funny," you said to him, then accepted the call.

Minho took this opportunity to his advantage.

He picked up the pace of his thrust and went as shallow as possible while looking down at your face.

You pressed your lips together to muffle your moans and talked as little as possible into the phone.

When you talked into the phone, Minho intentionally pulled out only to jam his cock back inside that a loud moan accidentally slipped past your mouth.

"Oh my God," you exclaimed while still on the phone.

"Can I call you later?" You spoke into the phone and hung up before you could receive an answer.

You put your phone away and held him close, "you're vengeful," you muttered.

He smirked then kissed you, "We're tied now," he announced.

You kissed him back, "yeah, but you'd better finish soon cause I have a meeting to go to," you informed.

Minho glanced at the clock on your bedside table, "oh yeah, me too," he said.

He groaned, then sank his mouth on you again, hips incessantly thrusting into you, and you hooked your legs around his waist, arching your back to let him penetrate deeper.

"Wait," you said into his lips.

"What?"

"Don't tell me you're participating in the design for that new art gallery?" You wildly guessed.

Minho pulled away from the kiss and scoffed, he didn't say anything but nodded.

"Oh, I guess we're going for another round," he said.

You brought his face close by his neck, placed a haste, slobbering kiss on his lips.

"well, let's finish this round first, shall we?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

And Minho likes it when you challenge him like this.

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SIDE B

TRACKLIST:

ANOTHER DAY. - Han x reader. (s,f)

ON TRACK. - Felix x reader. (s,f)

LEVANTER. - Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

SECRET SECRET. - I.N x reader. (s,f)

ANOTHER DAY.

Han x reader. (s,f)

There are so many things in this world but there isn't a space around for him to rest without worrying.

Han started to feel that his life was getting dull.

Everything that excites him didn't give him the same excitement he used to get from it.

His days felt like a big, surreal blur, one after another. The day started with a sigh and ended with an even heavier sigh. He wanted to do so many things but kept being chased by time, but sometimes, he just wanted to abruptly stop, not doing anything.

As he stared out into the void of his bedroom, endlessly sighing and dragging his yawn, he so badly wanted to get out of his stuffy room.

So he did.

He got outside and walked aimlessly, as far as he could go.

His feet led him to an empty park, he sat on the bench that overlooked the city view with the lights blinking, mimicking the invisible stars on the night sky.

He breathe the night air in but every intake of his breath only made his lungs weigh with the dreads he had been dragging around behind him.

He stared at the view of the city again, so quiet and still at this late hour of the night, and everyone probably sleeping soundly in their houses or about to go to sleep without all these worries in their heads.

And he felt alone.

At that moment he felt like the only one with all these miserable feelings, he didn't even want them, it just kept piling inside of him without him knowing.

He felt alone.

He reclined on the bench until his head tipped upward, facing the night sky, and he wondered if he could flip the switch off in his head.

He didn't want to think, he didn't want to feel, he just wanted to be free.

Then he heard the sniffles.

He looked around to find where the sound was coming and slightly got spooked because he couldn't see anyone everywhere he looked.

When he reclined on the bench again that's when he saw you.

You were sitting on the bench next to him, and he couldn't see you earlier because of the tree that blocked you from his sight.

He heard the sniffles again, he scooted to the end of the bench to listen in on you, crying while drinking a can of beer.

He stole a glance and saw you wiped your tears on your cheek with the back of your hand, then gulped your beer again.

"I'm so stupid," you said to yourself.

And he heard your crying grow louder, saw you pressed your forearm to muffle the cries, then roughly wiped it again with the back of your hand.

"Fuck," you cursed at yourself.

"Stop fucking crying!" You said to yourself.

But you cried harder, fully sobbing with both of your hands covering your face.

And Han felt like going there to comfort you.

But he was stuck on his bench, he could only listen to the sound of your sadness.

He should be feeling bad for you, but he is partly glad that he wasn't the only miserable person awake at that hour.

But he was thankful that you made him feel less alone as he also realized that there were other people out there who were going through the same rough patch as him.

Well, at least now he knew.

There were the two of you.

People have been saying that life is one endless roller-coaster ride.

And that was a down in his life.

There was also an up in his life.

Where he could confidently go through his days without worrying, days that ended with a contented sigh for being well-spent, days where he truly made the use of his time, seized his life to the fullest.

And after that up, there was another down.

He went down the same path, and the next thing he knew, he was outside, walking to the park to stare out at the city view again to clear his mind.

He let out a long sigh once he sat down on the bench, shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and let all his weariness evaporate with the cold night air.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice asked.

Han looked up to the girl standing next to his bench, it was you who he saw crying that day.

He stifled a nod, "Yeah, sure," he answered.

You sat next to him on the bench, leaving enough space in between the two of you, then handed him a can of beer.

"It doesn't feel good drinking alone," you said to him.

Han looked down at the canned beer and hesitated to take it.

"Or are you driving here?" You asked him.

"If that's the case, then it's okay,"

He immediately grabbed it before you took it back, "No, I'm walking here," he said, then popped open the can.

"Ah, so you live nearby," you said.

Han nodded before taking a sip of the cold beer.

You both stayed quiet, sipping your beers in silence and looking out at the night sky dotted with stars.

"The night is so clear today," you sighed with your head tipped, looking up at the dark of the sky.

Han slouched on the bench to recline and look up at the night sky.

"It's funny that those stars could have died or collapsed right in this second, but we can still see them, adorned our sky, blinking bright," you muttered.

And wow, Han wasn't expecting that kind of talk. He didn't perceive you as someone with such existential thoughts.

"The nearest star close to us took 4 years for its light to reach us, so when we look at them, we're looking back at our past," you explained.

You turned your head at him and pointed to one of the stars in the sky, "that star could have been 18 years old me telling me not to take the art major because it's hard to make a career out of it," you elaborated with awkward laughs.

Han softly laughed along, "well, for me, it would be not to pick a fight with someone that would be my coworker for the rest of my career," he said.

You both laughed while looking up at the sky, breaking the silence of the night with your shared laughter, and only stopped to take a sip of your beers.

You sighed after gulping down your beer.

"Well, I just hope I could still blinking bright like those stars even when I'm collapsing inside," you muttered into the night.

Han is oftentimes curious if everyone is happy except him. It's like everyone has figured out what to do with their emotions and bottled it up well, keep it concealed, keep it to themselves. Han couldn't do that yet, not without him collapsing along with all those feelings.

But when you said those words, Han knew that he wasn't the only one struggling with his own emotions and that he wasn't alone in this.

This is also why people say they love the 3 am version of people because they're vulnerable, honest, and real.

Han got it now why the saying is true as he looked at your face, looking so radiant even with the lack of light.

"Hey, you want to have a late-night snack or something?" You suddenly asked him.

Han wasn't really hungry, but the invite seemed too good to pass on it, so he relented.

You both walked to the nearest food stall not too far from the park, huddling close to the steaming selection of food in front of you.

You took a bite of a fishcake and hummed in delight, "oh, it's so good!" You exclaimed.

Han couldn't help himself seeing you eating deliciously like that, he eventually joined you, began eating, and couldn't stop himself from stuffing his mouth.

You laughed at how cute he looked with his cheeks filled with food.

He abruptly stopped chewing when he noticed you were watching him eating, and it was the first time he truly looked at you, you have a nice smile and endearing laughs, your eyes overflowed with warmth in them when you did either.

You gestured to his mouth, "You got sauce all over your-"

You didn't finish the sentence but hurriedly grabbed a tissue and wiped the mess on his face.

Once you both got full from eating, Han realized he didn't carry any money with him, "oh, I forgot my wallet," he said.

You waved him off, "it's okay, I got it," you told him and paid everything with your money.

You also went to the nearest convenience store to buy two canned drinks for both of you.

"I'll pay you back, I promise," he said to you as he took the drink from you.

"You can pay me back by winning one of those for me," you told him, pointing to the claw machine right outside the convenience store.

Han doubted if he could win one of those, he never had any luck playing those machines, but he was willing to try.

You put the spare change of money on his palm for him to play with the machine.

"I only have enough money for 3 chances," you told him with a grimace.

"I think I can do it on the first try," he confidently said.

"Well, that's great!" You told him.

You both looked down onto a pile of small plushies inside the claw machines with both of your faces illuminated by the fluorescent lights.

"Which one do you one?" He asked you.

You pursed your lips looking at the cute-looking plushies, and you couldn't pick one, "You pick one for me!" You told him.

Han also took his time to find the perfect plushie for you and spotted the star-shaped one in a pale yellow color, its eyes winking.

"Okay, I'll pick this one for you," he said after deciding on a plushie.

He inserted the money and started maneuvering the claw to the aimed plushie, when he was sure it was perfectly positioned, Han pushed the button, but unfortunately, it didn't pick up his plushie.

He groaned and slammed his hand on the glass display, "that was close!"

You laughed at his frustrated face, you immediately handed him another money, "here! Try again!"

Han took a deep breath once he inserted the money into the machine, he put all of his focus on that one last star-shaped plushie, winking at him and challenging him to win it for you.

But he failed again, and on the last try, he failed again.

"It's okay," you comforted him, "thank you for trying!" then patted him on the shoulder.

He finished his drink in one gulp.

"I have one more chance left, but I'll use it to win one for you," you told him.

Han doubted if you could win one if he couldn't win any after three tries.

You inserted the last money you had in your pocket and inserted the money into the machine, you already had one plushie for him.

You aimed the claw and pushed the button, and surprisingly, the claw took it.

Han laughed in disbelief, "how did you do that?"

You shrugged, "I don't know?" You answered with the same confusion.

You took your winning plushie and handed it to him, "I won it for you," you told him.

"An alien?" He said.

You nodded, "you don't like it?"

"Ah, too bad! I don't have any money left," you playfully added.

He nodded while laughing, "why did you pick this one?"

"It looks like you," you answered.

"An alien with blushing cheeks?" He asked and put the plushie next to his face as a comparison.

You squinted your eyes, "well, the alien looks much cooler, to be honest,"

He widened his eyes at you, "oh, should I grow another ear to look this cool?"

You laughed at his question, you glanced at your phone screen to see the time.

"It's almost 5. I have to go," you informed him.

And Han realized he should be back in the dorm too since he has a schedule in a few hours, "yeah, me too," he said.

"I live not far from here, I'll just walk," you told him as you shoved both of your hands into your coat.

"Do you mind if I walk you home first?" He asked, deep down he wasn't ready to part with you yet.

You smiled at him, "sure,"

You both walked in silence with the night sky gradually turning lighter with every passing minute, stopped walking once you arrived at the front of your house.

"This is me," you awkwardly told him, gesturing to the house with the green-painted iron gate.

"Thank you for walking me home," you told him.

Han softly smiled at you and waved the alien plushie you won for him, "No, I should thank you for this," he told you.

You laughed, "I hope he'll always keep you company,"

He laughed and looked down at the plushie.

You both stayed quiet while exchanging glances at each other with your hands shoved deep into your pockets, and you hated to be the one to break the silence, but the fatigue got the best of you.

"Okay then, bye!" You said to him.

"Bye!" He said back to you with a sweet smile on his face before you disappeared from his sight.

But Han didn't want that to be the last time he saw you.

Not when he was lying awake on his bed a few days later and couldn't think of anything else but you, he thought of you instead of getting anxious about his weary mind, and he thinks that's peculiarly interesting.

It baffled him how a stranger could give him the comfort of an old friend.

He went out in the middle of the night to search for you, he didn't know why but it wasn't his anxiety that got him that night, he went to look for you.

He didn't find you at the park, not at the food stall, you both once ate together and also not at the convenience store.

He knew your house, but it would be stupid of him to come unannounced to your house.

He needed a reason, an excuse to see you, and he knew exactly what to do for that.

He pushed the doorbell of your house and waited right outside until he heard your footsteps coming close, then opened the gate.

"Oh, hi?!" You said as soon as you figured out who rang your doorbell at 1 am.

Han smiled with such giddiness, "I won it for you!" He said then showed you the star-shaped plushie from the clawing machine.

You laughed at how adorable he was, he came in the middle of the night just to show you that.

"Oh, so you come to brag about it?" You poked fun at him.

Han laughed, "just a little," he answered, then handed you the plushie.

You took the plushie from him and squeezed its cute face.

"Did I disturb you?" He asked.

"No, I was in the middle of doing something" you muttered with your hand busy squeezing the plushie in your hands.

"Then that means I disturbed you," he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "No, you're not," you denied.

"Anyway..." Han trailed his word.

He hesitated to ask you out, but he came for this, there was no way he left with nothing.

"You want to take a walk with me?" He asked while down looking down at his feet.

"Yes," you shortly replied.

A smile rose on Han's face.

"Can you wait a moment? I just need to go back inside to grab a coat," you said.

After stuffing your faces with food from the stall you once ate together, Han bought you ice cream and ate it at the playground where you both sat on the swings.

"How much you spent on the claw machine to win that plushie?" You asked him out of nowhere.

"Enough to buy the claw machine itself," he playfully answered.

You chuckled and almost choked on your ice cream, your feet kicking the ground to move the swing.

"Thank you," you said out of nowhere.

Han turned his head at you while holding the ice cream close to his mouth, "I planned on beating that claw machine anyway," he responded playfully.

"I know you saw me crying that day," you said.

Han stopped swaying in his swing then turned his head at you, he felt caught and somehow, felt bad for it.

"Thank you for not saying anything and listening to my cries," you added as you stared into his eyes.

"Thank you for not making me lonely that night," you finished.

Han looked down at his feet, and he thought if only you knew how dire he was at that moment, how you indirectly saved him for just being there and sharing the comfortable silence.

It was almost 4 in the morning when you both walked back to your house, getting to know each other just enough to be more than acquaintances.

"Of course, I know who you are," you told him without him needing to explain everything.

"And that's also why I've been wondering why didn't you buy that claw machine," you joked.

Han got flustered, felt shot by your remark that you knew him all along.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.

"And give you another chance to brag? No, thank you," You said while laughing.

He never encountered a person with compelling charms like you. You're funny and smart, you have a beautiful smile and endearing laughs, you're deeply an intuitive person and also open-minded.

You made things easier for him, or you made it seem so, and he's thankful for that.

You half-jogged to unlock the gate of your house and pushed it open just enough, you stood facing him.

"I guess this is it then?" You asked him with one hand keeping the gate door open.

Han was aware it was time for him to go as well, but he didn't want to part with you yet, and the next thing he knew, he got close to you.

You smiled at him and waited for him to say something, but he just stayed quiet while looking at you.

"Bye," you lowly said to him because there was no use to tell him loud when he stood so close to you.

You pushed the gate door open and got in.

Han thought of leaving, but his feet didn't move, he pushed your doorbell.

You opened the gate a moment later and laughed when you saw him again, "going to use your chance to brag now?" You joked.

He laughed while softly scratching the back of his hair, "No," he replied.

"What then?" You asked him.

Han hesitated for a second, but he took a step closer, then leaned in and kissed you, softly brushing his lips over yours.

He sighed against your lips because he didn't expect this to be this good, this right, it was like this moment was made for this.

You slowly pushed him away to catch a breath.

"You want to come in?" You asked him with your eyes looking up through your lashes.

And he couldn't say no.

He let you lead him inside your house, he was surprised to see there was no one inside, and for the lack of furniture, there were only things cluttered around a desk in one corner of the room.

"My parents live abroad with my sister, she got a scholarship for her ballet," you explained, "so, I live alone,"

Han didn't know that a warm person like you lives a solitary life, and he got unbearably sad for you that he suddenly went to hug you.

And you rubbed his back, sensing his sympathy.

But all he wanted to do was make you feel less lonely, assuring you that he was there for you.

He kissed you with his hands holding your body close as if you would disappear if he didn't hold you tight.

You steered him in the direction of your bedroom and sent both of you tumbling down your bed, making you both laugh.

He kissed you more with your hands working open his shirt, bodies tossed and turned on the bed as pieces of clothing tossed aside onto the bedroom floor.

Until you both got naked, he pinned you under him and kissed you so softly with a hand that caressed the side of your face.

"Can you grab the condom inside one of those drawers, please?" You asked him.

He nodded, outstretched his hand to pull open the top drawer, and took out a foil packet.

Han didn't mean for this to happen, he wanted to comfort you with his presence, but the moment he laid his eyes on your heavenly body, he couldn't resist.

You endlessly enthralled him, alluring, he couldn't stop touching you and feeling the softness of your skin that made him whimper.

You kissed him on the mouth as he settled himself between your legs, "I like this little mole right here," you told him, pointing to the tiny dot of dark mole on his cheek.

He smiled at your praise, and somehow that made him feel at ease.

He didn't feel nervous like he usually does, also not the pressure to make everything right. He just wanted to make you feel good.

You moaned when he pushed his length inside you, so painstakingly slow until he fully buried inside you.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

"I'm not okay,"

Han's eyes widened in panic.

"I'm not okay if you feel this good inside me," you corrected with a sly smile.

"You!" He glared at you, buried his mouth onto your neck, and tickled you with the tip of his nose.

You laughed with your hands around his neck, he finally stopped to kiss you again then looked into your eyes, "you're so beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

He began moving against you at a steady pace while you squirmed with all the pleasure he brought on you.

You would look into each other’s faces at times and smile because this felt so right, this moment was made for this.

You held him close as you both climaxed around each other, and he kissed your neck as he relished the immense pleasure that was slowly dissipating.

You both stayed on your bed with his body overlapping yours, and you snaked a hand around his body, rubbing the warm skin of his back.

He admired your naked body under the pale sunlight by running his hand from your lips down to your chest, to the curve of the underline of your breast to your ribcage then squeezed your flesh there.

"I felt so unbearably lonely that day," you admitted, "that's why I cried,"

Han placed a sweet kiss on your lips, "and I felt so anxious that day, I couldn't sleep, I felt so hopeless and tired," he admitted.

"We are two sad people," you softly muttered with a hand gently scratching his hair.

"And we saved each other," he added.

You softly smiled at him, then held his face still with a hand on his cheek, "Hey, just because we did this, nothing has to change between us," you assured him.

"I'm okay with us being casual,"

Han took your hand and kissed the inside of your hand, "but what if I don't want that?" He asked you.

"I want us to be a chic couple," he playfully stated.

You laughed at him, "you are ludicrous,"

"I'll take that," he said as he crashed his mouth on you again.

At that moment, Han found a haven in you. A place where he can rest his soul and wash his weariness away, a place where he could replenish his strength and at the same time, be a company to you, someone you can rely on and try to comfort you with his presence.

When he felt his life going to take another down, he knew where to go.

He would come knocking on your door, and you would welcome him with a hug.

And he would melt into your embrace as you rubbed his back while softly muttering, "it's okay, it's just another day."

-

ON TRACK.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Even a fool knows that you're the best thing he has ever got.

Felix didn't realize this when he was still having his days filled with you.

You had been friends since childhood, and that was probably what made him mistake his love for the comfort from the friendship you had built over the years.

You've been there since his dreams were just wishful thinking.

You encouraged him, supported him, gave him just enough push towards what he wanted the most, towards his dreams.

And you weren't there when his dreams were becoming true.

You knew what he was capable of even people kept telling him to stop, you knew his value even before anyone knew his worth, and he loved you for that.

He didn't know that back then.

When you had to leave because you also going to chase your dream, he just watched as the train took you away from him.

And he knew he was too late.

He only regretted it now for missing out on the chance, hated himself for not getting close to you.

He should've come up with any reason to stop you from leaving that day, he should have asked you to turn around and look at him, he would've said, 'Don't go! Don't leave me!'.

And it had been years now, he misses you.

Or is it just him that misses you?

He misses all the times he had spent together with you.

Your laughs, your smiles, your encouraging words that always lift his spirit, your comforting touches, and how he likes having your hand rub the small of his back.

And lately, he had been thinking of how things would turn out if he conveyed his feelings for you, how would he spends his time with you and probably for all of his life.

He got so used to that picture-perfect of him being together with you that it became his daily life.

When he saw you stood there at the end of the hall, waiting for him with a smile on your face, Felix felt that he got closer to that picture-perfect.

He walked up once again towards you.

"Hey," you beamed at him when he got closer with a scintillating smile.

He didn't hesitate to hug you, and you didn’t shy away from it, you hugged him back.

He hummed as he drank the scent he is familiar with, "you're here!" He said.

"I don't even know if I'm allowed to be here," you told him.

When you told him you were coming to the concert, Felix sent someone to get you to come backstage so he could meet you before he got on stage.

He lowly chuckled, "I can't believe you're really here!" He said again as he squeezed your hand.

You smiled at him, "I know right? It feels like yesterday we were taking dance classes together every Friday afternoon," you told him.

"How long will you be here?" He quickly asked.

"Just for the weekend," you replied.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the hotel," you answered.

Someone came behind Felix and whispered something to him while he nodded along.

"Oh, you'd better get back!" You told him.

Felix wanted to stay long but it was impossible with the time he has, "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," You assured him.

"Can you stay after the concert later?" He asked you.

"Yeah, okay," you answered.

He nodded, that is one thing he could anticipate at the end of the night.

"I'll be cheering for you!" You playfully told him.

He sheepishly smiled, "I'll be seeing you!" He joked back.

"Sure, I'll be the one in black," you told him pointing to the black t-shirt you were wearing.

"Not going to be hard to find," he sneered.

You laughed at him and patted him on the shoulder, "see you later!"

"See you later!" He said back.

He got a little sad being the one leaving you right then and watched as you slowly disappeared from his sight.

At the end of the night, Felix got a little disappointed that you didn't wait for him as you promised him, but he also understood that maybe you didn’t want to make him more tired than he already was.

Felix's window of opportunity wouldn't last long since he only got until the end of the weekend to do what he always wanted to do.

He called your hotel room the next morning to make sure you were still there, "Hey," you said as you picked up the phone.

"I'm sorry about last night for not waiting for you," you began, "I assume you'd be tired so..."

"It's okay," he convinced you.

He heard you sigh in relief at the end of the line.

"I didn't mean to really," you assured him.

"No worries!" He said again.

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, Felix stalled because he wanted to pick his words carefully.

"Do you have any plan for tonight?" He asked.

"Tonight?" You asked again.

"I planned on staying in and eating in the whole day, other than that. No!" You elaborated.

Felix softly smiled, "do you want to go with me?"

"Go where?"

"Dancing?"

"Dancing?" You asked back in utter confusion.

"Dancing like we used to do back when were little," he explained.

The recollections of the two of you taking a dance class together rushed through your mind, him in those mini tuxedoes and you in your ballroom dresses in striking colors, a dancing pair for years until both of you gave up the class because you grew up and it wasn't cool to do it anymore.

"I don't know if I still remember how to dance but I'd love that, oh my God, yes," you exclaimed.

Felix chuckled because he didn't expect that much enthusiasm from you, he could feel that his plan was going the way he wanted.

"I'll pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"Yes," you replied.

"See you later!" He said with a gleeful smile.

He came to pick you up right on time, waited by the lobby of the hotel until you came out of the elevator wearing a red dress, you let your hair down, but what made you beautiful was the smile that didn't wear off as you walked up to him.

"Oh my God, you look so good!" You beamed, looking at him dressed so neatly in a black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath.

"And you look so beautiful!" He praised you he couldn't look away, you mesmerized him.

You gave him a quick twirl and the hem of the dress swaying with the movement, "I went out earlier and bought the dress," you showed him your new shoes, "I also bought a new pair of dancing shoes," you told him.

Felix softly laughed at you, seeing you excited like this that he couldn't be any happier.

But when he arrived at the ballroom, and everyone who attended the dance was mostly elderly people, he believed you were the only two young people there and that his plan just went off the rail.

He turned his head at you, ready to apologize for such a disappointing night.

But he found you smiling so brightly with crinkles in your eyes as you watched the swarm of people dancing in the middle of the ballroom, "Oh my God, how exciting!" You told him.

"Can we go dance now?" You asked him with such giddiness.

Felix nodded, somehow your excitement infected him in an instant.

He offered his hand, and you placed your hand on his, he took you to the dance floor, placed one hand on your waist, and the other clasped with your hand.

You danced the night away, sweeping the floor with both of your feet, giggling and smiling in between, you didn't even care if you missed out a few steps as long as you were having fun.

"I think we should take a water break," Felix suggested.

He understood that you were thrilled to continue dancing but looking at you panting, running out of breath, he took it that you were tired.

You waited on a vacant table while Felix took a few drinks, when he returned, an elderly asked you to dance with him. He knew you wouldn't say no to him, he nodded at you when you asked him for permission.

"I'll wait here," he told you and sat on the chair watching you dancing with the elderly man with white hair.

And this is why he loves you.

Your warmth, your charms, everything about you is just so beautiful, inside and out.

The elderly man escorted you back to your table and kissed the back of your hand, "Thank you so much for dancing with an old man like me," he said to you.

You smiled at him, "no, it's an honor for me," you courteously said to him.

The elderly man looked at Felix, "you got a fine young lady here," he said to him.

And Felix nodded, agreed with the elderly man.

Felix slid your drink in front of you on the table and you immediately took a big gulp, "I never dance this hard in my life," you said to him.

"I wish I can relate to that," he said to you.

You laughed because you understood what he meant by that, "this feels like breathing to you," you joked.

"Sort of," he replied.

"Let's have the last dance," you suggested.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "we can do a slow dance," you said to him.

He agreed, got up from the chair, and courteously asked for your hand for a dance.

You did a waltz dance with him, slow dancing even though the music that was playing was ideally for tango. He held you by your waist, and you put your hands around his neck. You looked up at him through your lashes, "thank you for taking me here," you said to him.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Like it? I love it!" You corrected him, then rested your head on his shoulder as your bodies swayed in sync.

Felix just got closer to what he wanted the most.

You had no idea how long he had been waiting for a moment like this to happen.

Even after time keeps passing by, this constant desperation of him makes him look for you, search for you and you came to him every night and tantalize him, tantalize him more the longer he was away from you.

And now, you were so close, you were in his arms and he could smell the scent of you that give him a sense of comfort, of home.

It hurts him now that he had been keeping all these feelings for you for long.

You waited for Felix as he ordered ice cream for both of you, it was like a callback to the past of how the two of you always had ice cream after dance class.

When he returned with your favorite vanilla ice cream, he saw you were massaging your foot with your shoes off.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he sat down across from you.

You sighed, "It's the new shoe problem," you answered.

Felix looked down at your feet and saw the blisters formed on your feet, he hissed as if he was the one in pain, "that looks so bad," he commented.

"It's alright. It's not that painful really," you assured him.

"You wait here," he ordered, "and eat your ice cream,"

"Where are you going?" You asked him as he dashed toward the exit.

"Just wait, I won't be long," he told you.

Felix came back after a few minutes, and his ice cream was melted in his cup, he squatted on the floor to put ointment and bandages on the blisters on your feet.

"I can do that myself," you said to him.

He didn't reply but continued tending to your feet, then pulled out a pair of slippers so you wouldn't have to wear your shoes again.

"Oh Felix, thank you," you sincerely muttered your gratitude.

He sat back on his chair, "I can't stand it seeing you like that," he said.

"Like what?"

"Looking adorable with a scrunched nose like that," he teased you.

"Better eat your ice cream quick before it melts," you shouted at him, then took a spoonful of his ice cream with your spoon.

You decided to take a walk because the hotel you were staying at wasn't that far from the ice cream shop, Felix grabbed your hand then twirled you, you spun around, but since you were wearing slippers, you slipped and crashed onto him.

He was quick to catch you into his arms and didn't let go, he looked into your eyes then all of sudden, he blurted out, "I love you,"

It took you a moment to process those three words until it fully sank in, then you smiled, "I love you too," you said back to him.

He wasn't sure if you have the same meaning behind those words with him, so he kissed you.

You dropped the shoes you had been carrying onto the pavement, looped your hands around his neck, and kissed him back with the same eagerness.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, "it took us a long time," you breathlessly said to him.

Felix nodded, agreeing with you, he didn't know that you have just the same feelings for him, and it was the best thing that ever happened to him, having his feelings reciprocated.

If he had known, he would have told you sooner.

The night continued in your hotel room, both of you stumbled inside once you unlocked the room with the keycard, latching your mouth together with Felix pushed your body further inside.

You dropped everything onto the floor as he lifted you, sat you down on a desk, and knocked things off to the floor.

He cupped your face with both hands and looked into your eyes, still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you love him back.

He pressed a gentle kiss while you slipped your hands under his arms and held him close.

"You feel so surreal," he said against your lips.

You smiled at him and kissed him with all of your heart, "I am real," you told him.

He angled your jaw, and you opened your mouth for him so he could deepen the kiss, drowning you both in sensuous delight.

His hands worked open the zipper of your dress, the noise it made resounding in the quiet of the room, then he slid the dress down until it pooled around your waist.

He didn't waste time to place kisses down your bare chest with hand impatiently unclasped your bra then tossed it aside.

You reclined on the desk and let him savor your breasts, taking it into his mouth in turns with your hand tangled in his soft hair.

When it got too uncomfortable, he carried you to bed and watched your naked body splayed on the bed with nothing on but the silk red underwear you were wearing.

Your body was blotchy red, flustered under his lustful gaze, and ultimately because you were the only one naked while he was still fully clothed.

You sat up on the bed and reached for the lapels of his suit jacket, you took it off by sliding it down his arms. You unbuttoned his shirt next with his eyes intently watched your fingers work to open the button one by one until you finished, then he took it off himself.

You lay back down and watched him unbuckle his belt, your thighs pressed together when he slowly pulled his trousers down along with his underwear until he was fully naked in front of you.

He is gorgeous, despite his slim figure, he has a muscular body and firm muscles to the touch. You whimpered as you felt the muscles contract under your touch when he lowered himself on top of you.

"Make love to me, Felix," you told him.

Felix closed his eyes when he heard the request, it was like you just asked him to do what he had been waiting for all of his life.

His hand tugged the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down, off your legs. He kissed the skin around your heating core, teasing you just the right way, and when he finally landed his mouth on your cunt, you gasped in pleasure.

His mouth felt soft and warm on you, you looked down at him enjoying stimulating you with his mouth with his hands firmly keeping your legs open.

When he deemed the stimulation is enough, he retracted his mouth and settled himself between your legs, and hastily kissed your mouth.

You kept your legs open as he pushed his cock inside you little by little with your moans muffled by his kiss, he groaned into your mouth once he fully sheathed inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist with your hands around his neck.

"You feel so right," you breathlessly said to him with his face only inches away from you.

He kissed you again as he began moving, making love to you as you asked him to, with so much care and affection, fluttering little touches here and there.

He took your hand in his and clasped it together as he picked up the pace, "keep your eyes on me," he ordered you.

You obeyed, you locked your eyes with him and didn't dare to look away even for a mere second.

"I love you," he said between his grunts.

"I love you," you said back.

You called out his name out loud as you climaxed and he cum inside you not long after, relishing the moment by peppering your face with his kisses.

You put on his shirt after you got back from the bathroom then lay back down next to him on the bed, which he immediately pulled you into his embrace.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" He asked you.

You slipped your hand under his arm and rested your hand on his back, "technically, it's today," you corrected him.

"Do you really have to leave today?" He asked again.

"Sadly, yeah," you answered.

You moved your hand back to the front to touch his muscles, tracing the outline of his abs with your fingertips.

"Don't leave!" He begged.

"We only live a few hours away from each other," you tried to compromise with him.

"I need you here," he said to your face as she cupped your cheek with his hand.

You sighed in delight, it felt like a discovery that you mean so much to him.

"I'll visit often," you convinced him.

He sighed, knowing that there was no better option since he couldn't promise you anything but tried his best for you.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, "but it took us a long time to get here," he whined.

You hugged him back, putting your hands on his back, "I know," you sighed.

"We'll find a way," you assured him while rubbing his back in a soothing pattern.

"Can we skip the soppy talk and make out or something?" You playfully asked with a soft laugh as a way to console him.

He lifted his head to face him, "or something?" He asked with eyebrows raised.

You bit your lower lip while seductively smiling and nodding at him, "or something," you repeated.

Felix could settle with this, for now, he didn't want to pressure you to fulfill his selfish wishes, if it's the only way to keep you then he would accept it.

What matters the most is you.

When it was time for you to leave, Felix stood in front of you with a smile yet there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You hurriedly hugged him, "I'll come back soon, I promise," you muttered to him.

He hugged you back and tightened his hold around you, "I should have told you sooner," he muttered with regrets.

You pulled away just enough to leave a space between you, "Felix, it's better late than never," you said to him.

He nodded in agreement, pressed his forehead with yours, "Can I visit you sometimes?" He asked.

"Of course!" You shorty replied, "you can visit me anytime,"

"Okay," he smiled at your answer.

You stayed like that, enjoying each other’s presence like the world was made for both of you even though a lot of people were passing by in the train station.

"I should get on the train," you announced and shot him a sad smile.

He softly groaned with his eyes closed.

You laughed at him, adorably sulking like that at you that you couldn't help but gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"The train will leave in a few minutes," you told him.

"Then let it leave," he tightened his hold around you and not willing to let go, "I'll keep you here," he nuzzled his head deep into your neck.

You let him have his way with you, letting him hold you for a few more minutes until he let himself go.

"I'll wait for you," he said to you.

You nodded, "wait for me," you said back.

He kissed you with a hand on your neck, and you kissed him back with your hands around his body.

"I love you," he said again, he wanted to make sure you remember those three words well even if you live so far away.

You smiled against his lips, "I love you too," you replied.

"And I hate to tell you, but I really have to get on the train now," you told him with a frown.

He nodded and slowly let go of you, except you were the one not willing to let go this time. You pulled him for another kiss, pouring all of your heart's contents into the kiss.

Then quickly let go, gently pushed him away before you got the urge to kiss him again.

"Bye," you told him and walked onto the platform, waving your hand at him before getting on the train.

He waved back at you, looking at the last of your smile before you disappeared. He felt a bit sad, but the happiness that came from his dream came true was overwhelming, his heart palpitation for every time he reminded that you are truly his and that you love him back.

He watched as the train leaves, taking you away with it yet he knew that your heart would always be close to his, and keeping it on track.

-

LEVANTER.

Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

How can you pack your life in boxes?

In eight big boxes to be precise.

You looked around your almost empty room except for the bed and the study desk that had been accompanied you for these past years of college.

It felt like yesterday you got into college, young and curious, hopeful and eager.

Looking back at it now, you felt like missed but also lived through a lot of things as well. There was gain and loss. You just hoped you got the best of both worlds.

You took a deep breath, and the sound echoed through the still air of the room.

You sat on the end of the bed, hugging your knees, and got unbearably sad at that moment, got hit by the realization that you had to leave this life behind, moving on to a new chapter of your life.

To be honest, it was scary but exciting at the same time. Scary because life gets harder as you get older, but excited to find out more things you are capable of.

Your phone vibrated on the bed, and you picked it up to see an unknown number on the phone screen, you got skeptical but gave in, then pressed accept the call.

"Hello?" You spoke on the phone.

You heard rustles and heavy breathing, then the sound of a car passing by.

"This is Seungmin from 2018, and he wanted to take you on the first date," he said.

You laughed at him, "how are you calling from the past?" You asked him, playing along with his joke.

"By a magic payphone," he answered.

Then you remembered the first time he took you on a date, he called you through the payphone right across the street from your apartment building.

You got up from the bed and walked to the window to see if he was really there, you pulled open the window, and there he was, waving his hand at you with a sly smile on his face from inside the phone booth.

You smiled and waved back at him, "so, where are you taking me for our first date?" You playfully asked him even though you could recount how your first date went in detail.

"Why don't you come down and find out?" He said to you.

He was standing across the street, yet you could see his bright puppy smile that invited you to smile back.

You hung up the phone and quickly put on something decent for the spontaneous date, tossed your things into your purse, then jogged downstairs.

Your heart was beating fast, your breath quickened from the running mixed with the excitement of going to meet him in a matter of seconds.

You waited until there was no car, then crossed the street, saw him standing there waiting for you with his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

"Hi," you bashfully said.

He sheepishly smiled at you, "Hi," he said back.

And it was awkward, exactly like the first time you were on a date with him, and he scratched the back of his neck when he didn't know what to say next.

You laughed, "shall we go now?" You asked him.

He nodded, "yes,"

You walked on the pavement with you staying on the inner side but this time, he didn't hesitate to hold your hand and intertwined it with his.

It was winter when you had our first date, he took you to ice skate in the park, and he took you to the same ice rink you went to.

You sat on the bench as he put on the shoes for you then looked up at you, "is it too tight?" He asked you once he finished strapping the shoes for you.

You shook your head.

Looking down at him and the fluff of his hair gave you the urge to kiss him, and so you did.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then smiled, "thank you," you muttered.

He got up then held his hand out at you, you took it, letting him lead you inside the ice rink, and held on to him as the slippery ice welcomed you.

"I'm still bad at it," you informed him.

You were never good at any activity that required body balance, and that was why you always bump your knees into things, you are clumsy like that.

He took both of your hands on his and held them tight, "you can hold onto me," he assured you.

Seungmin helped you ice skate through the rink, doing a few laps together with him holding you close and keeping you steady.

"You're getting good at this!" He praised.

One praise and you lost your balance, slipped on the ice, fell on your back. You had seen this coming, and it didn't come as a surprise anymore.

"I'm okay," you quickly said to him.

He helped you get up and all of a sudden, pulled you into a hug. He put his hands around your waist and held you close, he didn't care about the existence of other people in the rink.

You put your hand around his neck and hugged him back, "is it to save me from embarrassment?" You joked.

He softly laughed, "No, I'm just so proud of you," he said.

"For falling?" You joked again.

"For getting up," he answered.

You placed a sneaky peck on his neck then whispered to him, "can you let go now it's getting embarrassing," you told him.

He slowly pulled away, but he was quick to place a kiss on your lips with a hand splayed on your jaw.

"Let's go do another lap," he said with a blank expression like he didn't just kiss you a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, sure," you breathlessly replied.

After ice skating, he took you to a convenience store, also the same one where he took you on the first date. He remembered exactly what you bought that day, a cup of noodles with a sausage, a bottle of lychee tea, and a bag of potato chips.

You laughed when he placed all of that in front of you on the table, "oh, you missed something!" You told him with a glare.

He stopped from pulling the chair, "what?"

"You forgot the string cheese," you answered.

His mouth hung open in slight shock, "okay, wait here, I'll get it for you,"

You quickly grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down, "just sit down, please?" You ordered.

And he sat down, scooted his chair closer to you, then ate your noodles together.

As you sat there watching him eating, you realized he was different from the first time he went on a date with you. He was awkward, fidgety and there was an edge to his voice whenever he talked, unsure of the words he said. But he changed now, he got confident, he knew how to be around you and provide comfort for you. Things that hadn't changed are his loving gaze and that smile of his that always put you at ease in an instant.

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, "since when did you get this much cooler?" You teased.

He nuzzled his head against yours, "since when did you become this clingy?" He asked back.

You chuckled even though he knew what was the reason you became so clingy to him.

"You were so nervous on our first date, and I listened to you singing under your breath to calm yourself down," you told him, looping your hand around his arm.

He laced your hand with yours on your lap, "I like you so much that was why I got so nervous," he answered with such coy as if his answer didn't make your heart just skip a beat.

You turned your head at him, "what about now?"

"I like you less," he shortly replied.

You pouted.

And he kissed your pout, "but I love you more,"

You groaned at him and hid your face in his neck, "cringe!" You exclaimed and squeezed his hand for comfort.

The last thing you did on your first date was take him to the studio on the campus where you worked on your sculpture, you didn't have anything to show him now since you just graduated, but he still took you there.

You flipped the switch, and lights started flooding the studio with the smell of clay and paints welcomed you both as you stepped in further.

You took him there to show him a sculpture you were working on for an assignment, you led his hand to touch the hardening clay, then he got panicked thinking that he had just broken a piece, making you laugh at how adorable he looked.

And that was when he kissed you for the first time.

You still got the butterflies when the memory flashed through your head.

Sadly, I don't have any sculpture to show you," you told him.

You took his hands, led him to the sofa that is a prop for a model to pose for paintings or sculptures, then pushed him onto it.

He plopped down with a low thud along with a yelp, "ouch!" He exclaimed.

You giggled, then took a few steps in front of him, close enough for him to see the whole you.

"But I got something else to show you," you said with a seductive smile.

You kicked your shoes away with giggles, your eyes looked into him as you tugged the hem of your blouse, then pulled it off of you.

"Since when did you get this bold, mmh?" Seungmin beamed then looked around the place, afraid that someone was around, and when he was sure there were only the two of you there, he slouched on the sofa and looked at you again.

You unzipped your skirt next, then let it fall onto the floor.

Low whimpers escaped through his gritted teeth as Seungmin looked at you standing in front of him, naked except for the matching underwear in pale pink colors.

"Come here!" He ordered with his hands outstretched at you.

You walked up to him and took his hands as he pulled you onto his lap.

"Is this what you're trying to show me?" He asked you with his hands gripped each side of your hips.

You nodded with a sly smile on your face.

"You drive me crazy," he told you, then crashed his lips against you.

The kiss took your breath away, and you barely functioning as he took the rest of your undergarments then lay you down naked on the sofa.

He kneeled at the end of the sofa, hastily taking his clothes off and letting them fall onto the floor.

"I usually don't let myself be reckless like this," he told you as he lowered himself on top of you.

"But you're so hard to resist," he finished, then sank his mouth on you.

The sex was painstakingly slow, each thrust went deeper than the previous, and Seungmin didn't break eye contact even for a mere second.

"Always taking me so well," he praised you as he placed a gentle kiss.

You didn't hold back from moaning and let it resound in the studio, it was somehow arousing to have sex in a place where you worked, added to the fact that someone might walk in on you at any time.

"So good, Seungmin," you told him as his cock nudged the right spot inside you.

Seungmin propped a hand next to your head to continue moving against you, putting a bit more strength and thrusting harder into you.

You moaned his name repeatedly and heard you calling his name heavy with lust in it riled him the best way.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he informed you.

"I want you to keep it inside for me,"

He lay a hand flat on your abdomen, watching as his cock went in and out of you at a sloppy pace.

"You're going to take all of me," he said to you, then went still for a few seconds as his orgasm hit him.

His eyes flicked to your fucked out face, also reeling from the climax you earned earlier.

Seungmin dug his cock deeper to release all of his seed in you, "yes, take all of me," he breathlessly cooed at you.

When he pulled out, he quickly reached for your underwear on the floor then put it on you, preventing his cum from leaking out of you.

You both stayed on the sofa, cuddling and enjoying each other’s touches against the quiet of the studio.

"This first date thing," you put your fingers in between his, "is a good idea," you said.

Seungmin tenderly kissed your knuckles.

"I love it!" You exclaimed.

"I'm glad," he said to you.

He caressed your cheek with so much love and care, tried to make a blueprint of your face then etched it onto his mind.

"Don't worry about anything," he suddenly said.

"You were born to do great things," he continued, then traced your jaw with his index finger.

And you hated to be reminded that he wouldn't be there witnessing all of the great things you'll achieve.

You closed your eyes and tried to push the tears away from coming out, "we'll achieve our dreams," you optimistically said to him despite having to do it in separate ways.

You shut him up with kisses, stopping the conversation from going in the direction you didn't want it to go, then buried your head in his chest.

You drank his scent for you couldn't get the exact same scent anywhere in the world, a scent of him, a scent that gives you comfort and warmth, a scent that would remind you of his loving embrace.

The night was getting late when he walked you back to your apartment, and the streets were getting empty, you stopped walking next to the phone booth.

"Is it really the magic payphone?" You asked him.

He nodded, "you just need to punch the number of the years you wanted, and you'll be connected to the you from that year," he said.

You chuckled at him.

"If you don't trust me, just try it," he said to you in a mocking tone.

You took the handle of the phone and pushed it close to your ear, you heard the dialing tone then hummed as you think of a number, "I'll call the 19 years old me so that would be 2019," you said the pushed the number on the keypad.

It didn't link to any number, but you pretended, "oh hello, it's you from the future," you began.

"I know that you have a boyfriend named Kim Seungmin and you'll be having burgers for lunch later," you continued.

You looked at him, smiling because he knew what you were about to say.

"You should tell him about your allergy so he wouldn't order you a burger with shrimp on it," you spoke with your eyes squinted at him.

"I'm saving you from the embarrassment of him seeing you all bloated and red, I know you could die from the allergy, but the shame lasts an eternity," you talked to the phone even though it played the disconnected tone.

"Make good choices!" You said.

You pushed the phone back to your ear to add something, "but can you keep the guy?"

You nodded as if the one you talked to was right in front of you, "yes, he's a keeper, you shouldn't let him go, no matter what,"

"Things might get rough after but hang in there!" you finished, then hung up.

Seungmin shrugged with his hands turned up, "see? It works!"

You rolled your eyes rather dramatically and let him take his turn, "your turn, now!"

He stepped into the phone booth, and you stayed inside with him, squeezing the two of you together.

Seungmin took the handle of the phone and confidently punched the number 2018, he waited as if the phone really connected.

"Hey Seungmin, it's you from four years later, don't worry you graduated with honors so you can slack off a bit," he began.

"Just a little, I said," he added.

"I know it would be the first day of college, and you are nervous, but at the end of the day, you'll meet a beautiful girl near the fountain in the campus garden," he said with his eyes looking at you.

"You'll know it's her. She has a beautiful smile, and the moon was shining so bright that night, but it couldn't match the brightness of her smile," he said.

You smiled at him as you intently listened to his words.

"She'll make a fool out of you, turn you a bit loopy, you can't sleep because you keep thinking about her," he nodded along to his own words.

"She's as beautiful as the art she makes," he added.

Seungmin sighed as he shifted his weight to his other foot and placed a hand on the booth on your side, slightly leaning at you.

"I hate to tell you this, but you'll part ways with her at one point," he sadly uttered.

"She'll be going away to chase her dreams, and so do you," he said with his eyes closed as if that hurt him from the inside.

"Because that's life, it's fucking suck," he cursed out loud

You never heard him curse like that before, but you understood from the resentment you felt in his words, he hated the world for separating you.

"But you'll always be in love with her, you'll always remember the moments you had together for life," he sadly muttered.

You swallowed the hot lump growing in your throat from holding back your tears, "and I pray that you will be able to survive losing her," he said.

And you couldn't stop your tears from falling, you cried as he too choked on his breath trying not to break down in front of you.

Seungmin cleared his throat before continuing to speak into the phone.

"And I pray that she will come back to you if she can," he finished, and his voice got broke at the end of the sentence.

You broke down against him, crying into his chest while clutching the lapels of his jacket.

You got sad because it felt so unfair to you, you found just the right person to be with you, yet the world kept wanting to separate you. You will never get how the world works, but the unfairness of it all angers you to no end.

Seungmin held you tight, then kissed the top of your head, "I told her everything already," he said into the phone, "it's all good now," he ended the call, then put the phone back.

He held you tight inside the cramped space of the phone booth, your cries resounding, and your tears seeped into his clothes.

"I love you," he hoarsely said to you, then tipped your head to place a kiss on your forehead.

He let you rest your head on his chest again, one hand rubbing your back and the other gently patting your head, "I love you," he muttered again.

He pressed his mouth on the top of your head, "It's all good now."

-

SECRET SECRET.

I.N x reader. (s,f)

It's not hard to know that Seungmin has feelings for you.

When everyone laughed, he looked at you, watching your reactions and also because your smile is that pretty, or Jeongin thought so.

And Jeongin had been witnessing all these subtle things Seungmin did around you, like how he liked to secretly watch over you and quickly looked away before you notice, or that he liked paying close attention to you when you talked to him like you were the only person existing in the world.

Then there were times he was being obvious like he would sulk when you got too close to the other members that Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at his pettiness.

You are the closest to Jeongin because you knew him long before you knew everyone else.

He could easily tell you about Seungmin, but that wouldn't be fair to Seungmin, and Jeongin has no right to tell you.

Jeongin sent you off after a night out together and watched you get into a taxi with Seungmin with him.

When the two of them got into the elevator, he tapped Seungmin’s shoulder until he looked over at him.

"You like her, don't you?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin got startled, "Uhm... no," he stuttered his words, the answer didn't match his cheeks which were blushing profusely.

Jeongin softly chuckled, "It's okay. I'll keep it a secret," he told him.

Seungmin got quiet and his body went rigid in front of him, when the elevator door slid open, the quickly got out as if trying to escape Jeongin's drilling questions.

When he unlocked the door to the dorm though, he considered something, and Jeongin waited behind him.

Seungmin slowly turned around to face Jeongin, "do you think you can set us up for a date?" He asked him with so much hesitancy in his voice.

Jeongin put his hand on his shoulder, "why are you so tense? It's just me," he said to him.

Seungmin shrugged, "I never like someone this much," he foolishly admitted.

And Jeongin could feel the sincerity in Seungmin's words, he likes you that much he couldn't contain it anymore.

Jeongin felt obligated to help him since he is the one closest to him, "I'll help you, don't worry!" He assured him.

Seungmin sighed as if half of the effort has done by saying it.

"Now, can you unlock the door so we can get in?" Jeongin reminded him since they were still standing outside the door of their dorm.

Seungmin laughed because he felt like a fool, then hurriedly unlocked the door to let them both in.

Jeongin successfully secured a date for you and Seungmin, the plan was to go to the movies together then he would part with you after so the two of you could have the rest of the day together.

"She doesn't drink soda," Jeongin reminded Seungmin.

"That I know," Seungmin said.

"She likes caramel popcorn, she can't eat spicy food, and she's allergic to shrimp so I suggest avoiding seafood for dinner," he informed.

"Is there anything else? Things that I hadn't known before?" Seungmin seriously asked him.

Jeongin rolled his eyes because he just told him that now, he then think of all the pet peeves you have, "she hates someone who talks during movies, makes noise while eating, and is a messy eater," he added.

Seungmin heavily sighed, "well, I'm not Changbin so I shouldn't worry," he savagely remarked.

Jeongin laughed at him, "and oh, she doesn't like flowers,"

Seungmin scrunched his nose in confusion, "why?"

"Because she can't eat them," Jeongin lightly answered.

"Huh?"

Jeongin laughed again, "she'd rather receive food as a gift than flowers,"

"Oh!" Seungmin exclaimed, "she's interesting!" Seungmin said with that foolish smile of him.

"I know," Jeongin said, and it might have slipped his mouth, but every one can easily agree that you are different from other girls.

it also mazed him how much he knows about you more than he knows himself.

Jeongin elbowed Seungmin when he saw you coming their way.

"Am I late?" You asked them the moment you got in front of them.

Seungmin shook his head, "no, you actually come right on time," he said.

Jeongin's hand reached for a strand of stray hair and put it behind your ear, "the movie is about to start in fifteen minutes,"

"I don't like waiting long for movies as long as we got enough time to buy popcorn," Seungmin said.

You gasped, "oh my God, yes, me too!"

Jeongin watched as you and Seungmin went to buy popcorn and drinks for the three of you.

You got to sit in the middle between Jeongin and Seungmin, you shared a bucket of caramel popcorn with Seungmin while Jeongin enjoyed his butter popcorn.

"Why are we watching a horror movie?" You asked Seungmin.

"Because you like horror, right?" He asked you back.

You nodded.

You turned your head at Jeongin, who watched the movie through his half-shut eyes, "you can hold my hands if you're scared," you whispered to him, then offered your hand to him on the armrest of the seat.

He glared at you but you shot him a grin instead.

"Do not hesitate to hide on my shoulder," you teased him.

But Jeongin, fortunately, survived the horror movie with dignity still intact even though he had to close his eyes so tight when the scary scenes came on the screen.

You linked your arms with theirs and led them out of the cinema, "so, what are we having for dinner?" You asked them.

"I know a place," Seungmin quickly suggested a place.

Jeongin shot a glance at Seungmin and he quickly shot him a knowing glance back, gesturing that he knew what he was doing.

Jeongin was impressed that Seungmin chose just the right restaurant, and he saw you just as impressed with Seungmin’s choice.

"I've never been here before," you beamed as you looked around.

"I once went here to try the pasta," Seungmin answered as he slid the menu to you on the table.

You scanned the list of foods on the menu but couldn't decide on one, "why don't you recommend something for me," you said to him.

Seungmin was more than happy to do it, he smiled then looked down at the menu, explaining the foods he had here before.

Jeongin saw as both of your heads huddled close together across the table, laughing and talking, and Seungmin couldn't stop smiling.

And Jeongin took it as a cue that it was time for him to leave.

He cleared his throat and pretended to read a text on his phone, "I'm sorry, guys, but I think I have to go," he said to you and Seungmin.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "why?" You asked him.

"My mom needs me to buy her something," Jeongin answered as he took a jacket from the empty seat next to him.

"Can you do it later after dinner?" You asked.

Jeongin shook his head, "you know she wouldn't text me if it's not urgent," he explained.

"Well," you pouted, "be careful then!" You told him as he headed toward the exit.

You and Seungmin waved at him as he exited the restaurant.

When Jeongin walked out of the restaurant and watched you and Seungmin together, he felt something tugged in his chest, and it was probably because he felt like he wasn't part of the picture anymore.

But he should be happy that he paired you up with someone reliable like Seungmin and he likes you so much, plus, both of you are his good friends, he couldn't be happier.

Then again, why he was feeling the opposite?

He felt... something is not right.

And Jeongin had been walking for only God knows how long, if it wasn't for the raindrops hitting his face, he wouldn't realize it.

So he stood there, let the rain wash away his worries, and let it fall with every drop of rain until the end of his fingertips.

After a few weeks, Jeongin took it that the relationship between you and Seungmin was going well because he had seen Seungmin going out with you a few times now.

At one point, Jeongin got curious that he asked Seungmin about it but tried not to sound obvious.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin showed him a combination of outfits at him, but Jeongin shook his head, disagreed with his choice of jeans.

"I'm going to tell her today," Seungmin asked.

Jeongin stopped trailing his hands on the hanging clothes, "That's... that's great!" He half-heartedly said.

Seungmin took the jeans Jeongin had picked for him, "I'm still not sure if she likes me back, but I have a good feeling about this," he confidently stated while checking out his appearance in the mirror.

"But you went out with her several times already, shouldn't you have known by now?" Jeongin asked as he leaned his back against the wall.

"I know right? I shouldn't worry too much," Seungmin replied, even though that didn't answer Jeongin's question.

Jeongin became restless from that moment.

He regretted asking Seungmin in the first place because sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Seungmin came home earlier than he had expected, and a blank expression on his face.

Jeongin worried for him because he had never seen him like this, "are you alright? What happened?" He asked with his voice tinted with concern.

Seungmin went to the kitchen then poured himself a glass of water but didn't drink it, he just held the glass in his hand.

"I tell her everything..." Seungmin spoke so low as he tried to take a grasp of reality.

Jeongin tipped his head to the side in curiosity, "and then what happened?" He asked.

"She..." Seungmin sighed and gripped his glass tighter that his knuckles turned white.

"She just left without saying anything," he finished.

Jeongin jerked his head away in disbelief, that wasn't something you would do, because he knows how outspoken and straightforward you are as a person.

He wondered what happened to you? He got worried that he couldn't stay still, he hurriedly took his things and went to your place.

He knocked on your door a few times, "it's me," he announced.

"Can you open the door for me, please?" He pleaded.

He didn't hear anything from behind the door, but he believed you were inside, and he started to get panicked the longer you didn't open the door for him.

"I know what happened," he weakly said.

"I just want to see if you're alright,"

He knocked again a few times more for you to finally open the door.

You were crying, and he could see that from the puffy, red eyes and your hair was a mess.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You didn't say anything but headed back inside and let the door open to let him in. Jeongin followed you after closing the door behind him.

"Can you please say something?" He asked.

You stood there in the middle of the room looking out at the window, at the rain pouring outside and lightly tapping the glass.

He walked up to you, and you looked at him but didn't say anything to him.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Jeongin began as he put a hand on your arm.

"Didn't you say you know what happened?" You asked him back with such bitterness.

Jeongin sighed, but he understood your unpleasantness, "but why?" He asked you.

"Seungmin likes you so much," he said to you while searching for your eyes.

You put his hand away from you, "if you don't have anything else to say, you might as well just leave," you told him.

He sighed again and grabbed your hand by the wrist, "if you don't like him but feel bad for saying so, I can help you with it," he said.

You yanked your hand away and looked him in the eyes, "I like him," you said.

"I like him as a friend," you corrected, "especially because he's your friend,"

Jeongin nodded, "I can help you trying to-"

"And because I thought you like me," you meekly said to him.

Your eyes brimming with tears again as if those words were painful to admit.

"I always like you, Jeongin," you said to him.

"And I keep waiting, hoping that someday you'll say it to me," you muttered with tears streaming down your face, and you roughly wiped it with the back of your hand.

Jeongin's heart shrank as he looked at how vulnerable you were to him at that exact moment.

"And seeing you setting me up with someone else only means you don't like me, right?" You asked, your voice broke at the end of the sentence.

"I get it now, so can you please leave? I want to be alone," you told him as you swallowed the hot tears and wiped them away.

You walked to your bed and curled up on it, facing the window to see the rain that was somehow mimicked the tears that won't stop spilling out of your eyes.

You felt a hand on your arm and you turned your head to see Jeongin, sitting on the bed next to you and without warning, pressing his lips on you.

You pushed him away just enough, "Jeongin, what-"

He placed a kiss on your mouth again and lay beside you on the bed, pinned you down under him with a hand keeping your head still as he kissed you down.

"I like you too," he said to you with his face hovered above you.

"I like you so much that I can barely breathe," he breathlessly muttered with his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Jeongin..." you hoarsely called his name.

"I'm sorry that I kept you waiting," he said.

You held his face with your hands and brought it close to kiss him again. You opened your mouth for him to let him taste you more and let him put his weight on you to fully feel him on top of you.

You held him so close, so tight, then kissed him again on the mouth. You took his sweater off because you got the urge to feel his skin under your touch.

Jeongin couldn't ignore the strike of burning desire inside of him, and he let his hand glide down your body, admiring your curve and the softness of your skin.

With your legs hooked around his, Jeongin rubbed his growing bulge against your crotch repeatedly, seeking more friction with your body.

With your mouth latched with his, you moved your hands down to his jeans to snap open the button and unzip it without looking. After you successfully did, you slipped your hand inside to stroke his length in your hand.

He softly groaned against your mouth, he pulled the hem of your dress and impatiently put your underwear to the side to feel your wetness.

There was no excuse for him to be this haste, but he needed to be inside you, it was something that he couldn't perceive logically. The urge was just there, uncontrollable and almost primal.

Jeongin put your hand away so he could pull his jeans down enough to let his erection sprung free.

And the urge got out of control when you spread your legs out for him, "it's okay, I'm on the pill," you told him.

Jeongin teased your cunt with his fingers, milking your arousal until you got drenched in your arousal.

He positioned himself between your legs then slowly pushed his length inside while continuously groaning at how overwhelming you felt around him.

"You feel so good, oh," you breathlessly said when he fully buried inside you.

Jeongin groaned and kneeled on the bed, he pulled the cleavage of your dress down to expose your breasts.

He squeezed on the flesh and pinched on the nipples before finally starting moving against you.

And you looked at him the whole time he was fucking you, only shifted your gaze to see his cock slipping in and out of you and your eyes snapped back to him.

His jaws clenched, his mouth slightly parted open with a few low grunts slipped past, and his eyes pierced yours through his gaze.

Jeongin took a fistful of the front of your dress in his hand as leverage, then picked up the pace of his thrusts.

And you muffled your moans by pressing your lips together as he fucked you senseless, hands gripping his thighs on the bed.

Jeongin couldn't ask for a better view than this, seeing you fall apart underneath him, moaning a mix of pain and pleasure sounds, your breasts jiggling with every hard thrust he did on you.

His eyes went lower to where his cock going inside you, your tight cunt wrapped around his length so deliciously he didn't want to have it any other way.

He cursed under his breath as he thrust into you so hard it shattered you from the inside, you moaned out loud with mouth agape.

He felt you clench and sucked him in deeper, he knew you just cum around him.

And he kept going even though it was overwhelming to do so, and when he thought it couldn't get any better, a surge of immense pleasure ran through his body. He went as shallow as possible when he cum inside you, planting his seed so deep inside you with a hand that pinched the flesh of your thigh.

It felt like he just marked you down with his cum inside you.

And you looked like a beautiful mess to him as you rubbed his forearms while blissfully smiling at him.

"Did we just do that?" You asked him in disbelief.

Jeongin nodded with a faint smirk on his face.

"I think I tore your dress," he said to you when he spotted the torn fabric on the cleavage of your dress.

You lowly chuckled at him, "I can always buy a new one," you told him.

Somehow you both found it hot having sex out of impulse fully clothed like that.

He lowered himself on top of you, kissed your mouth, then kissed down your neck with his hand cupping your breast.

You held him close with your hands around his, "what about Seungmin?" You suddenly asked.

Jeongin propped an elbow against the mattress, "I'll talk it out with him," he replied.

"No, it's okay, I'll talk with him," you offered because it was between you and Seungmin in the first place.

"Were you going to keep it a secret if I didn't say anything about it?" You asked him.

Jeongin meekly nodded, "I'm afraid that I would only break our friendship," he answered.

You traced his sharp jaw with your fingertips while sadly smiling at him, relieved that there was nothing to hide from him anymore.

"No more secret," you said to him.

Except that Jeongin still has another secret inside of him, a secret that he wanted to keep a little longer because you probably wouldn't be ready for it yet.

The three words that would forever bind you with him, making you truly his.

But Jeongin nodded at your words, he swiped his big thumb over your lips before placing a tender kiss on you.

"No more secret," he repeated.

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Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Author's note: This is pretty much how I imagined my dream summer would be hehe and also, this is requested by this lovely anon, hope you like it. boo!

(I know, I'm late to post this bcs I haven't fully recovered from watching the Unveil Track: Venom )

Changbin had been looking at all the medals and trophies on the glass cabinet for a while now, most of them were won from one particular sport, swimming.

"You didn't win all these right?" Changbin jokingly asked his friend, who kindly enough to let him stay in his house for the summer.

"I wish," your brother answered while half-laughing, "they're my sister's, she was a swimmer,"

"Was?" Changbin asked, fully dazed.

Your brother nodded, "until she got in an accident a year ago and injured her shoulder. She stopped swimming ever since," your brother furtherly explained.

"Where is she now?"

Your brother burst out laughing, "she's been with us in the house," he answered.

Changbin's eyes widened because it had been two days he stayed in the house and never truly saw you around the house, "huh?"

Your brother patted Changbin's shoulder and sighed, "well, she spends most of her day in her bedroom, no wonder why you never really seen her around the house,"

He put an arm around Changbin's shoulder, "let's go play some volleyball, my friends are waiting," your brother said to him, then dragged him to the backyard and crossed someone's lawn to the neighbor's backyard where there was a volleyball field with its net.

He heard a shout and followed its source, it came from your house.

He looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of you, watching your brother playing volleyball from your bedroom window, backlit by the sunlight with your long hair swept by the summer breeze and covered your face.

Changbin had to squint to take a clear look at you but by the time his eyes focused on your bedroom window, you were gone.

Changbin never really like summer.

When he looked at the people living around the town, walking in their shorts and thin shirts, ready to take their clothes off at any sight of a body of water, he finally understood how to handle it.

When it gets too hot for him, he would swim in the pool of your house or walk a little to the beach and take a dive.

The only convenient thing about a small town is you can go anywhere on walking, but if it's too far, you can always ride your bike to get there. But tonight, as your brother got drunk in the middle of the night and his friends were also as wasted as him, he was the only one sober enough to walk him home.

Your house was only a few meters away, but it was a real struggle to drag your brother through the graveled path.

"You need help?" You asked, appeared from the row of trees of your mother's garden.

He got startled that he almost dropped your brother on the ground, "what are you doing out here?" He asked.

"I was reading," you answered.

"In the dark?" He asked but sounded more like a gasp.

You chuckled and waved his question off, you walked up to him, slung one of your brother's arms around your shoulder, then walked him into the house, all the way to his bedroom.

Changbin was panting, running out of breath from the labor he did, but his eyes flung at you the moment your brother collapsed onto the bed.

"I'm going back to my bedroom," you announced, then walked out of the door without closing it behind you.

He saw you entered the room right across from his, but he could use the connecting door that led him to his bedroom from your brother's.

It baffled him that you had been staying in a room close to him, but he had never seen you or even seen your bedroom door open.

But now he knew, he knew what to expect.

Maybe he was exaggerating when he said he has never seen you around the house, he had seen you reading a book with your father in his study room, saw your feet dangling at the edge of the hammock in the back terrace, the dark of your hair as you played the piano and the back of your body when you helped your mom cooking in the kitchen.

But that morning, he woke up earlier than he used to and went downstairs alone because your brother was still sleeping, probably too hungover to wake up.

"Good morning!" Your mother greeted him as she brought a tray of freshly toasted bread.

"Morning!" He greeted her back, then followed her to the back garden for breakfast.

He saw your father was reading a newspaper with a cigarette dangling on the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning, sir!" He greeted your father.

Your father looked up from his newspaper, then put his cigarette down.

"Good morning!" He greeted back, flicking the ash off the cigarette into the ashtray.

Then he saw you, sitting at the end of the table, looking down at the book in front of you.

"Honey, eat your breakfast first," your mom said to you as she placed the toasts in front of you with a scoop of scrambled egg and a few strips of bacon.

You looked up and slid your book to the side, smiled at him, and said, "can you pass me the strawberry jam?"

It took Changbin quite a while to realize that you were asking him.

"Yeah, sure," he awkwardly answered, then took a jar of strawberry jam from the tray and handed it to you.

"Thanks," you muttered.

It was the first time he truly saw you, your long hair braided into two, your skin glowed under the warm sunlight, and the smile you gave to him earlier, shone brighter than the morning sun.

"Where's your brother?" Your father asked without looking away from his newspaper.

"Probably still sleeping, he got home drunk last night," you casually answered.

Your father only clicked his tongue a few times like it was a natural occurrence,

"Give him a glass of warm water with honey when he woke up," he said to your mom.

Changbin couldn't stop admiring your family, how laid-back and natural, like no part of it was forced or fake, he also admires the close bonds you have with your family members, he could treat your parents like friends without losing the high respect he has for them in the process.

"How's the food, dear?" Your mother asked Changbin, who barely touched his breakfast.

"Oh, wonderful!"

"Have some of the jams, we made it ourselves, my daughter and I," she informed him, "we picked the strawberry from my greenhouse and the blueberries too,"

It also amazes him how your mother could do all this, taking care of her family, but also still have time to read, tend to her flowers, make fresh orange juice every morning, and still be able to sunbathe in the back terrace with your father.

Everything about your house and your family was lovely, it was early to say that it would be the best summer he ever had, but he could tell that this was it.

But something bothered him, he didn't really get why you never get out of the house.

That night, Changbin and your brother stayed the night in because getting drunk for two nights in a row wasn't it. They walked around the town, hung out a little bit on the beach then went back home before midnight.

Changbin was sure he wasn't sleeping yet when he heard the creak from the other part of the house, your brother had told him that the house was really old that was why every door creaked when it pushed open or close.

He heard the faint footsteps then the sound disappeared after a moment. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, yet his ears perked up when he heard someone walking on the graveled path. He got up from the bed and pushed open the bedroom window, looked down, saw you heading to the gate.

Changbin considered staying and pretended that he didn't just see you leaving the house late at night, but the thought of you walking around in the dark made him uneasy.

He put on a shirt, then went downstairs and tried not to make a sound in the process, didn't want to wake up everyone in the house.

Once he was outside, he ran to catch you and found you were walking towards the beach, he kept a safe distance while following you from behind.

You took off your sandals when you arrived at the beach then walked a little bit more before stopping.

Changbin watched as you stood there, backlit by the bright moon and the light that reflected on the surface of the water, blinking and blinding him.

But he could make out the shape of your body, as you moved, then took your dress off and piled it on the sand next to your sandal.

You looked over your shoulder for a bit, then walked into the water, slowly engulfing yourself in the salty water, deeper and deeper until the waves took you away with it.

Changbin thought that you just went out for a night swim, but the longer you were out of his sight, the more worried that something happened to you.

He half-jogged then came to where you placed your clothes, head looking around for you, and found nothing but the waves that lapped the seashore.

"Are you looking for me?" You asked him.

Changbin got startled to find you were standing behind him, "This habit of you appeared out of nowhere needed to stop," he blurted out of irritation.

You softly chuckled, "I am sorry. I don't even know you were here," you said to him.

Drops of water dripping from the end of your hair, your body glistening wet, and that was when he realized you were wearing a two-piece bikini that barely covered your body.

"What," he stuttered as his eyes went lower and lower, then looked away, "what are you doing?"

"Swimming," you casually answered.

"Why would you swim at this hour?"

"Because it's nice, no one is around, and you have the beach for yourself," you answered.

Changbin didn't get your answer, "you have a swimming pool in your house,"

"I know, but it's different," you responded.

You grabbed his hand, "Come on, let's swim with me," you said to him.

Changbin looked at your hand grabbed his by the wrist, your hand looked so small and delicate around his, but your touch weakened him that he couldn't say no to your invitation.

You let go of his hand then stood in front of him waiting for his answer, "but it's okay if you don't want to, I'll swim a little bit more then go home after," you said to him.

Changbin got quiet, but his hands unbuttoned his shirt then tossed it onto the sand next to your clothes.

You both walked into the water alongside each other, the warm and salty water slowly engulfing you until you were deep enough to swim farther into the sea.

As he was floating in the sea with the moon hanging so low on the night sky above, Changbin somehow felt it was freeing, so quiet, so peaceful then he saw your face.

"Isn’t it nice?" You asked him.

He nodded with a smile.

After swimming for almost an hour, you got back to the shore and sat on the sand, digging your toes to seek some warmth.

You opened the bottled water you brought inside your tote bag and took a sip, you passed it to him after.

"I heard you're a swimmer," Changbin said, then tilted his head to pour water into his mouth.

"I was," you replied.

Changbin screwed the bottle closed then handed it back to you, "what happened?"

You lightly chuckled, "I thought my brother would have told you the soppy story," you joked.

Changbin licked his lips, "well," then shrugged. He didn't want to sound too pushing, but he wanted to know your side of the story.

"I got into a car accident, injured my shoulder," you shortly replied.

"But you're still swimming,"

You laughed again, "I can still swim for fun but not as a career," you explained.

"Oh?"

"Yes," you beamed, "I am fucked," you said with a thin smile.

Changbin regretted asking cause it felt like he was trying to dig on your sore spot, then he saw you got up and started dressing.

He followed suit and put on his shirt. The walk home was quiet, there was only the sound of your sandals against the asphalt and the faint sound of the waves crashing behind you.

"How long will you be staying?" You suddenly asked.

"Until the end of the month," he replied.

You hummed and swayed the tote bag you carried in your hand back and forth, "I thought you'll be staying at least until the end of the summer," you commented.

Changbin laughed, he felt good knowing that you had moved on from the previous talk.

"So, do you like it here?" You asked.

"What's not to like?" He asked back, "Your house is nice, your family is terribly, terribly nice to me, and you have a lot of food in here, you even grew apple trees in the backyard that I can pick whenever I want one," he jokingly said.

You laughed, and the sound rang in the dead of the night, making him feel less lonely, "my mom just couldn't stand not doing anything," you defended.

"I'm not complaining though," Changbin added.

You both climbed the stairs back to the second floor in silence and parted right in front of your bedroom, "Goodnight, Changbin!" You said to him.

"Goodnight," he said back, then went into his room.

As he leaned against the door, he realized it was the first time you addressed him by his name, and it became his new favorite sound he heard in a while, the sound of you calling his name.

Changbin overslept, maybe because of the swimming he did last night that made him tired that he fell into a dreamless sleep.

He never slept that well before, but the downside of it, he missed breakfast, thankfully your mother was kind enough to make him a sandwich and a glass of orange juice with it.

"Thank you so much," Changbin muttered to your mother.

"Oh please, you're my son now," she said to him as she squeezed on his shoulder.

"I have to go and tend the flowers now. Eat well, darling!" She said, then exited through the kitchen door to the greenhouse.

It wasn't hard to find your brother, once he got out of the kitchen, he found him swimming in the pool, and Changbin sat on one of the sunchairs.

"You didn't wake me up!" He said to your brother.

"You didn't wake me up the other day too," he said back to him.

"Because I knew you were hungover," he defended himself.

"Did you go swimming last night cause I saw your swimming trunks in the bath?" Your brother asked.

Changbin felt like he had been shot on the spot by the question and his eyes darted to you who was laying in the hammock reading a book with your feet dangling at the edge like usual.

"Did you sneak out somewhere? With someone?" Your brother wildly guessed with a playful smirk on his face.

Changbin shook his head vigorously, "No, I felt hot last night, so I swam in the pool for a bit to cool down,"

Your brother considered his question for a while but nodded, "let's go cycling today!"

Then he saw you got off the hammock, even with half of your face covered by your big sunglasses, he could see you flashing him a smile as you walked back into the house.

It was a deathly thing to do, riding down the hill on a bicycle, half-drunk from the cheap wine that he shared with three other people.

He felt like half of his blood was drained from his body when he safely arrived at the gate of your house, parked the bicycle on the side of the house, then had dinner with your family like he didn't nearly die a while ago.

Your brother was either going everything at once or doing nothing at all kind of person, he took Changbin to the beach for a bonfire and more drinking.

He kept glancing at the clock on his phone screen the whole night, the thought that you must be sneaking at this hour alone drove him to secretly leave from the beach, then walked back to the house.

You were closing the iron gate when he arrived, "the bonfire party has finished?" You asked.

"How do you know?" Changbin asked you back.

"His friends are my friends too," you answered and softly laughed. You hoisted your bag higher on your shoulder then went in the opposite direction from the beach.

He watched you walk for a moment, then saw you turned around, "are you coming or not?" You asked him.

He obviously couldn't say no, followed you as you led him to another part of the town that he hadn't discovered before then cut through the vineyard.

"Is this allowed?" Changbin asked cause it seemed to him like he just trespasses someone's property.

"I know the owner, well, everyone knows the owner," you answered, "either way, it's alright," you assured him then parted the bushed that marked the end of the vineyard.

A little more walk, he arrived at a lake, it wasn't big nor small, the water was so still he could see the perfect reflection of the moon on the surface.

You tugged the hem of your t-shirt then took it off, hung it on the low tree branch along with your tote bag.

Changbin watched as you pulled your denim shorts, eyes following as it went lower and lower, then off your legs, revealing your body in a matching dark-colored bikini.

When his eyes back up, he saw something on your back, a long, dark streak on the skin on your back, and when he was about to take a clearer look, you turned around on your feet.

"This time, you can join or not, it's up to you," you said to him, then walked into the edge of the lake.

Putting one foot first then the other, you watched as your movement broke the stillness of the water and made small waves.

You dived, and Changbin watched as you sliced through and glided under the water like you were born and lived there your whole life.

Then a moment later, your head coming out of the water, your hair stuck to your face, and your face shining wet under the pale moonlight.

He was sure as hell not going to miss swimming with you in a secluded lake, he took off his shirt and jeans next then swam toward you.

"The water is warm," Changbin gasped as he came out of the water.

"Who would have thought, right?" You joked and softly laughed at him.

You swam for a few laps around the lake until you were running out of breath, then sat on the big rock at the edge of the lake.

Changbin hesitated to ask for it, but when he looked at the mark on your back, he got the urge to ask it, "is that the scar from your shoulder injury?" He asked.

You got taken aback by the question, you didn't know that he would notice in the dark like this. There was no use to hide it now since he had seen it, "yes," you nervously answered.

"Was it that bad?" He asked, "the accident,"

You shuddered when the recollections of the even crossed your mind, how it reminded you how close you were to die, it was best for you not to answer it.

Changbin sensed that you got uncomfortable with his question, "I'm sorry for asking," he quickly apologized.

You hugged your knees tighter and stared at the lake, "the doctor said I'm lucky that my arm is still functioning," you elaborated.

You slowly put your knees down and showed him the other scar you got on your thigh, "A piece of metal tore through the flesh," you pointed to the long scar that went from your hip to your mid-thigh, "I got so many stitches I couldn't remember how many," you explained and awkwardly laughed at the end.

Changbin felt like he made the wrong choice for asking you about it, he shouldn't have asked in the first place.

It was too late because you got down into the water and swam again.

Changbin swam after you and stopped right behind you, "I'm sorry," he muttered, even though he wished he could do more than apologies.

You stood there with your back facing him for a while before turning around, "I must have grossed you out," you joked and looked down at the dark of the water at night.

Changbin caught your hand in the water, "no," he answered.

"You have no idea how endlessly fascinating you are to me," he said, then pulled you close, looked into your eyes before his eyes focused on your lips.

You voluntarily be the one who kissed him first, then slowly let go as he didn't return the kiss, "did I read the signal wrong?" You asked him.

"No," he breathlessly replied.

He put a hand on the nape of your neck and stared into your eyes, "I've been wanting to kiss you for a long time, and I want it to make it perfect for you," he said.

You lowly chuckled, then put your hands on his chest muscles, "I don't want perfect," you muttered.

Gosh, you were everything he wanted in a person.

"And that's what makes you perfect for me," he spoke ever so softly like he was humming a song instead of talking.

He cupped your face and took a look at you, completely mesmerized by you in such a short time, he tenderly pressed his lips on you, and it felt like coming home.

You opened your mouth for him, welcoming him to taste you more, to invade you and take what's yours, and told him to keep it forever.

Making out under the moonlight with half of your bodies drowned in the water with the sound of the night playing in the background.

He put his hands around your body and drew you closer, you felt so small around him that only made him want to protect you more.

You got dressed in silence, but lips curled into a shy smile when you caught him looking at you, walked back home with his hand clasped with yours until you arrived by the door of your bedroom.

He pressed a quick kiss on you and withdrew himself before someone caught him, brought your hand to his mouth, then kissed it.

"Goodnight," he said.

You didn't reply but looked at him as he took a few steps back but not letting go of your hand yet.

When he was about to let go of your hand you grabbed it, "I don't want to say goodnight yet," you said to him.

You took him to your bedroom, dropped your tote bag, and pulled him by the hand to the bathroom.

Where you took off your damp denim shorts and t-shirt then got into the shower, turning on the water to find the right temperature.

Changbin took off his clothes too, leaving only his swimming trunks on, then got into the shower with you.

You turned around to face him, threw your hands around him, and smiled before your hands worked open the bikini lace.

"Let me," Changbin offered.

You nodded and put your hands by your sides as he untied the lace of your bikini top, and with one hand, he pulled it off of you, revealing your beautiful mounds to him as water made streams down your sternum.

Changbin lowly whimpered, but he got one task left, and that was to untie your bikini bottom, he untied the lace on one side of your hips then let it fall onto the tiled floor.

He had to take a step back to admire your naked figure as warm water raining down on you.

He bit his lower lip and got close to you again, hands flew to your shoulders, then removed all of your hair to one side of your shoulders, then sank his mouth on the crook of your neck.

He opened his mouth, taking as much skin in his mouth with teeth faintly grazing the skin and sucking on the beads of water.

You pulled him close with your hands around his neck and took steps backward until your back hit the tiled wall, your hands moved down to his swimming trunk and worked the ties open.

You looked down at his semi-hard cock as it sprung free from its confine, the size overwhelmed you and inexplicably excited you at the same time.

He watched as you fumbled to open it that he eventually helped you with it and pulled it down his legs, joining your bikini on the floor of the shower stall.

Changbin ran a hand down your body, whimpered at how soft you felt under his touch, and when his hand landed on your heating core, a low sigh escaped your mouth.

"You're so little," he said as he inserted one finger into you.

And you couldn't lie, you almost felt full just from his finger only then he added another digit, making you moan at the sudden stretch.

"But that's not going to stop you, right?" You breathlessly asked him.

He shook his head, "I'm just getting started here," he answered.

You felt a tingle inside, moreover, aching to be filled by him as you arched your back with the motion of his hands in your cunt.

"Changbin," you called him as the pleasure became too unbearable.

And he recognized the needy in your voice, instantly became the new addition to his favorite sounds he ever heard.

"I need to stretch you out first," he said to you.

You hooked one leg around his and planted a haste kiss on his mouth, "I want you," you said against his lips.

And of course, he couldn't say no, he was just needy as you that he withdrew his hand from your cunt and started stroking his length like it wasn't hard enough for you.

You cried into his mouth as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Changbin," you whined again.

He slyly chuckled against your lips then carefully pushed his length into you, thankfully he was quick to contain your moans with his mouth.

You must have underestimated his size, you felt whole with his length fully inside you to the point that you couldn't move, you could only moan your pain away into his mouth.

Changbin put his hands on the back of your thighs to hoist you up against him, pinned you against the wall.

Your moans and his grunts mixed in your kisses, "are you okay?" He asked, rubbing the side of your thigh soothingly.

"You fill me whole," you shamelessly said to him.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in slight concern.

"I just need a moment," you answered and lazily scratched the back of his head with your fingers.

He smirked, and after a while, he asked, "Is it okay if I move now?"

You nodded with a sheepish smile on your face.

With your permission, Changbin began moving, slowly thrusting into you with his hand firmly held you up against the wall.

You couldn't hide that it was a little painful, but the pleasure it brought was just as great, it blurred the line, and you enjoyed getting confused by it.

You held on to Changbin with your hands around his big upper body as he rammed into you, your back made a low thudding sound for every hard thrust he made into you.

You kissed him when your moans became too loud and resounding in the bathroom, "Changbin, oh," you cried, "I'm so close,"

But that only made him pick up the pace, your nails dug into the flesh on his back while his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he kept pounding into you as you both chased your highs.

You whined and moaned into his mouth as you climaxed, hands tightly clutching his shoulder as your body grew limp against him.

Changbin thrusts deep and hard for a few times more to finally cum inside you, immediately pulling out with his cum dripping down your thigh. Changbin pressed a hard kiss on your lips, and you eagerly returned with the same enthusiasm as he slowly put your feet down again.

You sighed as he let go of his hold around you, not that you didn't like it, but you could see the crescent marks of his nails blooming on your skin, and your hips ached when you move.

Still, you smiled at him and put your hands around his neck as he brought both of your bodies under the shower again.

Changbin made it obvious that something had happened between you and him.

He couldn't stop staring at you with a foolish smile on his face during breakfast that you had to cover your face with your book.

"Why did you leave last night?" Your brother asked him.

Changbin shifted his gaze somewhere and cleared his throat, "I don't feel well," he answered.

"Did something happen?" He asked your brother, just in case he caught something he wasn't supposed to.

Your brother groaned, "the usual, I passed out and woke up at my friend's house," he answered.

Your father flicked the ash off his cigarette, "you should calm down on the drinking, son," he said.

"I know," your brother replied, "should we go fishing, dad?"

Then they started talking about fishing spots and what kind of fish they would get.

Changbin's attention drifted back to you as their conversation drowned out with his thoughts, where he kissed you in the lake, and you took him into the shower, the gratifying feeling of untying your bikini open like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present.

When your brother fell asleep on the hammock after lunch, Changbin sneaked into your bedroom and found you were reading on your bed.

"How bold of you, sir!" You said to him as he leaned against your door.

He sauntered to your bed and smiled, "I can't help it," he said, then sat on the edge of the bed.

You covered half of your face with the book and smiled at him.

He looked at you and took the book, closed the book, and put it on the bedside table.

When he turned his head, you caught his lips with your lips instead, kissing him first. It took him by surprise, he was quick to respond to the kiss, held your face by your jaw, and deepened the kiss.

He eventually got on the bed, hovered above you as he kissed you down, hands roaming around your clothed body, kneading, pinching on your flesh.

"I guess my brother is napping somewhere right now?" You playfully asked him.

Changbin pecked your lips, "backyard, in the hammock," he shortly replied, then sank his mouth on yours again.

His hand went down to your thigh, slipped it under the hem of your dress, rubbed his palm on the smooth of your skin, then he touched your scar.

Your hand immediately flew to his and stopped him there, put his hand away.

"I-" you paused and sat up on the bed, sending Changbin tipped to the side and onto the bed, "I don't feel comfortable with you touching my scar," you meekly said.

Changbin got quiet, he thought that since he had seen your scars it was okay for him to touch them too, he felt bad for being insensitive.

"I am sorry," he quickly apologized.

He caressed your cheek, tenderly as he would to a flower, "you're beautiful to me no matter what," he softly spoke, running a thumb over your lips.

"CHANGBIN!!!"

Changbin jolted on the bed listening to your brother calling him from afar.

"You'd better get back," you said to him.

He nodded, "Can I at least get a kiss before I get back?"

You smiled then leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips, and when you pulled away, he brought your face close again to steal another kiss.

He shot you a smile before leaving your bedroom and closed the door behind him without making a sound, he quickly went to his bedroom and pretended he just napped in his room.

A while later, your brother came into his room through the connecting door, "my friend is throwing a party tonight," he informed, then collapsed onto the bed next to him, "let's go after dinner,"

Changbin mumbled his answer like he just woke up from his sleep.

Your brother suddenly sniffed his shirt, "you smell like my sister," he said in an accusing tone.

Changbin's heart skipped a beat.

"Did you use her shampoo?" Your brother asked with eyebrows furrowed, "the one in the pink bottle in our bathroom?"

Changbin stifled a nod with his heart beating out of his chest.

"Ah, that's why," your brother exclaimed.

Changbin turned on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

The party went on the whole night, and Changbin stayed to the very end to make up for leaving your brother at the bonfire that night.

Your brother successfully went home still sober enough to walk on his own even though Changbin had to assist him in climbing up the stairs and lay him down on his bed.

He dragged himself to the bedroom, tired and half-drunk, he thought of coming to your bedroom but knowing that it was almost 4 in the morning, it would be better if he leave you to rest.

He woke up late the next morning, then walked into your brother's bedroom to find that he was still sleeping too.

He woke him up and went downstairs together, where your mom had prepared plates of food for them for missing breakfast.

After that, went to sit on the sunchairs and tried to fully sober up by shaking up some sun.

"Hey sist," your brother said as he spotted you coming to the pool, "they missed you at the party last night," he said to you.

You gave him a lopsided smile, "let me guess, you guys went sledding down the stairs again?" You asked.

Your brother laughed, "never gets old," he remarked.

Changbin's eyes were fully on you, he couldn't quite decipher the expression on your face, but what happened next, made it hard for him to keep his cool.

You took off your dress, revealing your body in your navy blue swimsuit, then walked to the edge of the pool, flashed a smile at him before jumping into the water.

Your brother didn't even steer on his sunchair but reclined on his seat with his sunglasses on, unaware of how magnificent you looked diving under the water.

Changbin swallowed and sighed and swallowed again the whole time he watched it, trying to contain his excitement from watching you swimming next to your brother.

He watched as you took a few laps around the pool before getting out of the pool.

You wiped the water from your face, then twirled your hair around your hand, drops of water dripping down your body, you picked up your dress from the grass and took it with you back inside the house.

If your brother weren't there, he would have gotten into the pool with you and done more than just swimming with you.

"Honey, can you drive me to town?" Your mother appeared behind him, snapped him out of his daze, "I need to buy some groceries,"

Your brother got up from the sunchair, "yeah, sure," he answered your mom.

Changbin knew that your brother would ask him to come along, but the problem was, he wanted to stay.

Your brother sighed and took his shirt with him, "you don't have to come, I won't be long," he said, then headed into the house.

After watching the car get out of the gate, Changbin ran back inside the house, met your dad on his way to his study room then went upstairs to your bedroom.

He knocked on your bedroom door this time because he knew no one else at home except for your dad, who probably reading in his study.

But after a while, you didn't open the door so he let himself in and closed the door behind him, he was about to check the bathroom when you came out from there in your bathrobe.

"Can't help yourself, huh?" You asked him with a sly smile.

He smirked, "you teased me first," he defended.

Changbin walked up to you with his impatient hand reached for the tie of your bathrobe, again feeling like a kid impatiently unwrapping his Christmas gift.

But you pushed him in the direction of the bed instead, until the back of his legs hit your bedframe, he pulled you with him, sending you both crashing onto the bed.

He easily had you pinned underneath him in a few seconds, staring deep into your eyes as his hands parted your bathrobe open.

He kissed your mouth and from there, made a trail of kisses down your body until his mouth landed on your delicate flesh.

He kissed your inner thigh that led him back to your heating core, then spread your legs open so he could see your gushing cunt, so wet for him.

Changbin hummed, his mind went haywire at the lustful sight. He stuck out his tongue and ran a long, wet lick down your slit.

You squirmed a little, slipping your hand into his hair and gently tugging at it.

He vigorously licked your cunt with his thumbs circling on your clit, lapping and sucking your essence, thoroughly enjoying it.

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans as you arched your back, seeking more friction and Changbin mercilessly taking your cunt into his mouth.

It didn't take long for you to cum with his mouth on yours, almost clamped his head between your thighs if he wasn't keeping it open with his strong arms.

He kissed your thighs as you relished the immense pleasure of your sweet release, pulling his head back to meet yours so you could kiss him, tasting yourself on his mouth.

"Were you testing me earlier?" He asked you with his face hovered a few inches above you.

You shook your head with a sly smile on your face.

"You did that on purpose, I knew it," he said, then planted a sloppy kiss on your open mouth.

He put a hand on your backside and squeezed on your ass, "You're so bad," he said again your lips while you giggled.

"What if your brother finds out?" He asked you.

"What if my brother finds out?" You asked back at him with an eyebrow raised.

Changbin got quiet, he had been thinking about this for a while now. He thought of telling him about it, come clean about him dating you behind his back so he could freely be with you without having to hide from anyone in the house.

Part of him wanted that, but another part of him was afraid that it would change the dynamic of his friendship with your brother.

As if his mind called out to him, he heard a car pulling up in the driveway and knew right away, your brother had just come back from the town.

"You'd better get back," you said to him, then sat up on the bed, fixed your bathrobe.

You looked at him and smiled, "one more kiss?"

He nodded.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, just like you expected, he stole another kiss, a long, lingering one before walking out of the door.

The next day after lunch, he packed some clothes and shoved them into a backpack. Your brother and his friends were going to another beach to surf, he didn't know a thing about surfing, but he could try.

He went downstairs, carrying his backpack in his hand, and bumped into your mother on the base of the stairs, "heard you guys going surfing?" She asked.

Changbin courteously smiled and nodded, as he and your mom walked to the car on the driveway, saw your brother loaded his things into the trunk.

Changbin handed his backpack to him, and he put it inside the trunk, he spotted another bag, but it was probably one of your brother's.

"Please, be careful!" Your mother said to him and your brother.

You appeared from behind her, carrying a tote bag you always carried whenever you went swimming. You kissed your mother's cheek, "see you later, mom!" You said to her.

"Have fun, honey," she said to you and kissed your cheek back.

You walked in his direction but walked past him to get inside the backseat of the car.

Changbin didn't think you would come for surfing, he couldn't hide his smile as he got into the passenger's side and saw you through the rearview mirror, saw you stared back at him through the reflection.

The drive took almost an hour, when you arrived there all of your friends were there, you had been friends with them since childhood and everyone knows everyone in a small town like this, you and your brother shared the same friends because you grew up together.

Everyone stripped off their clothes almost immediately once they were gathered on the beach, the raging waves excited them that they couldn't wait to surf.

Changbin tried not to look at you as you unbuttoned your shirt and slid it off, you were wearing a pair of white bikinis, and he could see your nipples poking through the fabric.

You caught him looking at you and softly chuckled, continued to take off your denim shorts next and put them on the pile next to your tote bag.

Your brother handed you a tube of sunblock, "please, do my back," he ordered you, then stood in front of you.

You put a big dollop of sunblock on your palm and applied it on your brother's back, making sure his skin was thoroughly covered with it.

"Thanks, sist," he said without looking back, then broke into a run as he saw most of his friends were already got into the water.

You put some sunblock on yourself, lather every inch of skin to shield it from the harsh sunlight. Changbin was about to offer his help when a friend of yours came up and stole the chance from him.

"Come here, let me do it for you," he said to you as he took the sunblock from you.

You could see the hint of jealousy in his eyes as he watched some guy touch your back and could feel the smoothness of your skin.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he said as his hand went to your lower back

"You can always come to my house if you want to play," you said to him as you applied some of the sunblocks on your arms.

"Maybe I will," he said, then laughed.

And you laughed along with him.

Changbin's jaws tightened, witnessed the two of you flirting right in front of his eyes, he so badly wanted to take you away and have him for himself.

"Changbin! Come on!" Your brother shouted from across the beach, gesturing him to join him. He stomped his way to the water, but the surfing lesson pretty much occupied his mind that he didn't think about anything but trying to balance his body on the surfboard.

He was so bad at it, your brother was so done teaching him how to surf while his other friends giggling watched him fell off his board so many times.

He went ashore along with your brother, shoulders slumped, wet and exhausted.

"Dude, it's okay, you can't be good at everything," your brother said to him as he patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, sist," your brother called for you, gestured you to come at him

You planted the end of your surfboard on the sand, picked up a bottle of water from the picnic basket, took a long gulp.

"Can you stay with Changbin? I and the other are going to catch some waves," he said to you.

You nodded and gasped as you swallowed the water, "yeah, sure," you answered.

"She'll teach you, she's a better teacher than me," your brother said to Changbin, then ran back to where his friends were with his surfboard.

You took another gulp, then handed it to Changbin, slyly smiled at him, "you might want to dehydrate first," you said to him.

Maybe it was because of you that he began to get the hang of surfing, he couldn't really stand on the board yet, but he knew how to paddle through the waves.

When he fell over his board, you rushed to come to him and helped him get up.

"You okay?" You asked him.

He laughed, somehow it was fun even though he kept failing, but the worst that could happen was him getting into the water.

"Yeah, I'm good," he answered.

He sighed and picked up his board, "let's do it again!"

You picked smaller and steady waves for him, not going too far inside the sea and shouting out instructions when he paddled through.

He didn't know how much time he had spent time but when he paddle back into the sea, the sun was about to set.

He sat on his board and you sat on yours, looking at the sun that slowly sinks into the sea with a burst of golden on the sky.

He turned his head at you, looking at your face glowed with the last golden rays of the sun, and he reached for your hand, then clasped it with yours.

You looked back at him, at his warm smile that somehow felt warmer than the glowing sunset.

"Should we head back now?" You asked him.

"A little bit more," he answered and stayed for a moment until the last sliver of sun disappeared from the sky.

You volunteered to be the one who drove the car home since you were the only one who knew the way back beside your brother, your brother had a few drinks earlier, worried that he might not be sober enough to drive. You were right though, he passed out after a few minutes of drive, curled up on the backseat of the car.

"You can sleep if you're tired too," you said to Changbin who sat on the passenger's side.

He shook his head, "no, I'm good," he said.

"So, what do you think?"

"What?"

"Surfing," you answered and put the hair behind your ear from getting blown up by the wind from the car window.

Changbin went on to help you tame the hair, "It's hard,"

You softly chuckled, "was I tough on you as your surfing instructor?"

"Just a little," he answered with a sly smirk.

You laughed at his answer, and all of a sudden, he kissed your cheek.

"What's that for?" You asked.

"For being a tough but good surfing instructor," he answered with his face still leaning close to you, then pressed another kiss on your temple.

By the time you arrived home, it was past midnight. Changbin helped your brother climb the stairs while you took their things behind them, and dropped them in your brother's bedroom.

Changbin walked you to your bedroom while hugging you from the back, "Goodnight," he whispered into your ear.

You pulled him into the bed instead, "come lay down with me for a while," you asked him.

How could he say no to this? He got on the bed and lay next to you, took your head, and rested it on his chest.

"The comfiest pillow in the world," you playfully said.

Changbin laughed as he rubbed your back, fingertips lightly trailing your bare skin.

"Who's that guy who put sunblock on you?" He asked out of the blue.

"Lee?"

"Huh?"

"That's Lee, we've been friends since we were five. He used to be so skinny and had crooked teeth," you said to him.

"And all of sudden, he's a hunk of a man?" He asked.

You laughed, "Changbin, stop being jealous," you mumbled with your eyes closed.

"I'm not," he denied, then smacked his lips together, "I'm not jealous," he insisted.

You grabbed his chin and pecked on his lips, "I pick you over any man," you said to him, then nuzzled your head on his chest.

"I told you, I'm not jealous," he complained, but at the same time, couldn't contain his gleeful smile at your words.

You fell asleep after a few minutes of him rubbing your back and caressing your head, he carefully removed himself from you to get back to his bedroom, didn't forget to kiss your forehead, and whispered goodnight to you.

Changbin was definitely jealous.

He was happy that the first thing he saw when he went out of the house was you reading a book with your body in the pool, but his smile faded the moment he saw Lee was also in there, leaning against the wall of the pool leaving a small space between you and him.

He couldn't really see you since you wore that big sunglasses of yours, but you were certainly talking to him.

"Lee, come on! Get out of the pool!" Your brother suddenly said to him

"What?" Lee asked in confusion.

"Let's play volleyball," your brother said, then outstretched his hand at him to pull him out of the pool.

Changbin followed behind them, everyone else was already there.

You followed not long after, putting on your denim shorts and watching from the sideline, on the grass with the other.

The game got heated when the rival team, Lee's team got one man down, and he pulled you to replace him.

Changbin never thought you would be good at volleyball as you kept scoring for the team, the scores he didn't mind, but all the side hug Lee gave you for every time you scored bothered him so much.

You asked out once you got tired, then headed back to the house and searched for your mom, "Mom, do we have ice packs?"

You looked inside the fridge and went looking for it.

"It's on the lower freezer," your mother answered.

"Your shoulder hurt again?" She asked.

"I played volleyball," you answered with a grimace.

Your mother glared at you.

"It was fun, mom, I can't help it," you explained, then sat on the stool pushed to the kitchen island.

Your mother went behind you and helped compress your shoulder with the ice packs, letting the cold seep into your skin.

Changbin and your brother came trudging through the kitchen door, going straight to the fridge to take two cans of soda.

"Hurt yourself again, sist?" Your brother asked you.

You put on a thin smile, "just the usual,"

"Great spikes, by the way!" Your brother held up his hand for a high-five.

You clapped your hand with him, "Thanks!"

Changbin looked at you with such weariness but followed your brother back to the bedroom.

"Is she okay?" Changbin asked your brother as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

Your brother took a big gulp of his soda and gasped, "she's not supposed to use her shoulder too much," he explained, then plopped onto the rolling chair, "don't worry, she's okay," he added.

Changbin had been standing in the middle of the room for quite some time that it baffled your brother, "if you worry that much, I might think you date my sister," he said as he swiveled on his chair.

Changbin got quiet, tongue-tied, he felt exposed, and maybe this was the right time to come clean.

"Let's go shower, we have another bonfire tonight," your brother said, then went into the bathroom.

Maybe he would tell him later after the bonfire.

But he couldn't stay still during the bonfire, he didn't even want to be there in the first place, he wanted to check on you and see if you were alright.

"Here, have a drink," your brother handed him a bottle of beer, "you look like you need it," he added.

Changbin took the bottle but did not take a sip, he just stared at it.

Your brother nudged his side, "go on, drink it," he said to you.

"I'm dating your sister," he blurted out like that but thankfully not loud enough for everyone to hear.

Your brother burst out laughing, "dude, you think I wouldn't know if you've been secretly fooling around my sister?" He asked him.

Changbin blinked, he couldn't guess if that was a real question or he had known it for some time now.

"And you think I would be mad?" He asked again.

He took a sip of his beer, "she's her own person, okay? She's allowed to date whoever she wants," he explained.

"I just think that you would be mad for dated her behind your back," Changbin said.

"A little," your brother answered along with a shrug, "it's alright, really," he assured him.

Changbin put his bottle of beer down on the warm sand and licked his lips, he didn't know how to properly explain how things got here.

"You don't need to explain, just go and make sure she's alright," your brother told him.

Changbin once again got amazed with the bonds you have, at first glance, he thought your brother was indifferent, but he actually cared for you, respected you as your own person, and protected you as an older brother would to his younger sister.

"I'll see you home," Changbin said to him, then left the beach.

You were lying on your side when he entered your room, and he didn't waste time to get on, lying behind you and putting his hand around you.

You stirred in your sleep, feeling his arms around you and your first thought was there must be something wrong.

"What's wrong?" you mumbled to him.

Changbin buried his head in the crook of your neck, "Nothing," he sighed, "It's just that... I've never been this happy for a while," he answered.

You smiled and turned on your bed to face him, softly placed your lips on his, just feeling each other's lips, then rest your head on his chest.

Changbin rubbed your shoulder, "Is your shoulder okay?"

"Mmh," you hummed your answer, "It's okay now, don't worry!" you assured him.

"Go back to sleep then," he said to you, then kissed the top of your head.

"Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Yes," Changbin said without the slightest of doubt and drew you closer to him.

It felt good that he didn't have to worry about getting found out by your brother, he didn't have to hide his feelings for you again, and he could freely touch you whenever he wanted.

He kissed your bare shoulder, then let himself drift to sleep with all those nice thoughts in his head.

Changbin spent every night sleeping in your bedroom ever since, making sure your brother was already sleeping before sneaking into your bedroom.

You went out for a swim in a lake one night and made out under the moonlight just like he wanted.

During the day, you swam in the pool together with your brother there too, acting clueless about your relationship and keeping his cool about it.

When Changbin couldn't help himself, he took you to your mother's greenhouse and making out with you there, accidentally broke one of your mother's potted plants.

One day, you came into his bedroom when your brother was napping in the next room, found Changbin was sitting on his bed, playing with his phone.

You sat on his lap, straddling him, kissing him that he didn't have any other option but returned the kiss.

"Your brother is sleeping in the next room," he whispered into your ear.

"I know," you whispered back.

He sighed and sensed that you were up to no good.

"Let's go to your room," he said and tried to get you off his lap.

You resisted and whined like a little kid, kissing him more to melt him down.

You kissed her neck, slightly sticking out your tongue to make a wet trail on his neck, then kissed the skin behind his ear.

"I want to taste you in my mouth," you whispered to him with your lips grazing his earlobe.

Changbin's cock twitched inside his jeans, got hard in an instant, and he broke into a cold sweat just from the thought of it.

You kissed him again for a few moments to finally kneel on the floor in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes as your hands worked open his jeans.

"What if your brother hears us?" He asked you.

"Then try not making any noise," you answered and pulled his erection out of his underwear.

You pumped his length, hands softly stroked the swollen flesh while looking up at him.

"You're so bad," he said to you as he cupped your jaw in his hand and bit his lower lip.

You softly giggled and brought the tip of his cock close to your mouth but not quite making contact with it yet.

You slowly opened up your mouth with your eyes locked with his, then licked the head of his cock, wetting it with your saliva.

Changbin whimpered, you hadn't put his cock in your mouth yet he already couldn't stay still on his seat.

You licked the underside of his cock in one long lick, then smiled at him, making him grunt with his hand fisted the sheet.

"Shhh," you shush him, "you don't want us to get caught, right?" You teased then without warning, put his cock in your mouth.

Changbin pressed his lips together, trying not to make any sound that would trigger your brother in the next room.

But his eyes intently watched as you took his length little by little until it was wholly inside your mouth.

You had to pull out the first time and gasped for air, "you're so big," you softly exclaimed, wiping a string of saliva down your chin with the back of your hand.

"I know you can take it," he said to you.

You giggled, then put his cock in your mouth again, reorganizing your breath to finally be able to suck him off, going up and down his length.

He put all of your hair to one side to give him a clear view of how nicely your mouth wrapped around his big cock.

The moans you made with your mouth full of his cock, vibrated and made Changbin lose all sense of control.

He bucked his hips at you, fucking your mouth and you felt so aroused that your hand went down to play with your clit.

"Oh, your mouth feels good around me," Changbin murmured.

You smirked with your mouth full of him.

"Look at you touching yourself with your mouth full of my cock," he cooed and caressed your jaw.

His hand went to the back of your head and took a fistful of your hair, guiding you to his preferred pace, up and down his length.

Changbin might have lost in the pleasure, he roughly pulled at your hair too hard he could feel your whines around him.

"You wanted your brother to see you full of my cock, huh?" He said to you to make you stop whining.

Changbin bucked his hips hard a few times that he couldn't pull out just in time to cum outside, when he pulled out, he saw his cum inside your mouth as you gasped for air.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to cum inside you," he said to you, then saw you swallowed all of it.

His cock twitched at such pornographic view, extremely aroused him in an inexplicably way.

He rubbed your jaws, "such a good girl!" He cooed.

"You want me to finish your mess?" He asked, eyeing the way your hand went inside your skirt to touch yourself.

He got you up from the floor and took you to the face the desk pushed to the bedroom window, from there you could see the view of the gate and your mother's greenhouse.

"Bend down for me," he ordered.

You complied, laying your hands flat on the wooden desk and bending down against it.

His hand went to trail down the arch of your back before slipping his hand down your core, palming your clothed cunt with your underwear damp from your fingering yourself.

He scrunched up your skirt and ripped your underwear with such force, a gasp slipped past your mouth.

"Be quiet," he reminded you.

You locked your jaws together as he inserted his fingers inside you, drenching you out before he pushed his length in.

A muffled moan escaped his gritted teeth as he bottomed out, he brought his mouth close to your ear, "now try not to make a sound as I fuck you hard, okay?"

You shuddered at his sweet taunting but were excited to find out if he would do that to you.

And he did, he fucked you really hard you had a hard time trying to stay quiet, your hands gripped the end of the desk with eyes screwed shut as you took every of his hard and shallow thrusts.

You cried as he nudged the right spot inside you that Changbin immediately shoved his fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans as he relentlessly rammed into you.

"Good girl doesn't make any noise," he reminded you.

And maybe it was because you were already halfway there when he began fucking that you cum not long after, legs trembling and your hand clutching onto his big arms from falling onto the floor.

With one arm holding you by your waist, he thrust into you a few times more to finally cum inside you and sank his teeth onto your shoulder as he released inside you.

You yelped and quickly closed your mouth, stood on your feet as you felt like you didn't really touch the floor.

"Such a good girl for me," he said as he angled your head to kiss you.

You giggled into his mouth, putting your hands on your waist.

"Come to the bonfire with me," he said to you.

"Okay," you shortly replied.

Changbin came to the bonfire with your brother, you promised to catch up with him as soon as you were done helping your father with something in his study.

"If I could help my father, I would," your brother said to him as he sat next to Changbin on a log of a fallen tree, "too bad I don't have the brain for it," he said.

"Huh?" Changbin looked at him with a confused look.

"My sister is the brain of our family and the only one who can help my father with his research paper," your brother elaborated.

"She'll come, don't worry," he added, then sipped his beer.

Changbin awkwardly laughed, he must have seemed jittery waiting for you for a while now.

"At first, I thought that I would hate anyone who dated my sister because well, she's my sister," your brother said, "but I'm glad it's you,"

"Are you trying to praise me here or what?" Changbin joked.

"I'm serious," your brother sternly said.

"Well, thank you," Changbin softly muttered with utmost sincerity.

"But I won't be glad to fight you if hurt her," he said.

"I told you, I won't," Changbin convinced him, then took a small sip of his beer.

"But it's bound to happen," your brother said, "you'll be leaving in a few days,"

And Changbin didn't need the reminder of his time was about to come to an end in here, that he'd be back to the city, to his dull routine, away from the beach, from your old house with its creaking doors, from your mother's homegrown apples, and ultimately, away from you.

"What are you going to do about it?" Your brother asked you.

Changbin honestly didn't know. He had been avoiding such questions that his subconscious asked him every night before sleep, he hated the thought of not having all these things in a few days. His mouth got dry as the truth got the best of him.

Just like the thought rang and signaled you to come, he saw you came to the beach, and you waved at your friends as you made your way to him.

"You want any beer, sist?" Your brother asked you.

You took his bottle instead and took a sip, then winced, "I'll never understand why you like beer," you said to him and handed him his bottle of beer back.

"Hey," you said to Changbin as you sat next to him.

"Hi," he said back, putting a hand around your shoulder, "done with helping your father?"

You shook your head, "I got a headache if I stay any longer," you said, then pecked his lips.

Changbin would never get used to it, kissing you in front of your brother, so far it had always been you who kissed him first.

"Want to take a walk?" He asked you, he wanted to get a bit of privacy to talk about the things he talked about earlier with your brother.

"Okay," you answered.

You walked in silence, listening to waves breaking as you walked along the shoreline, holding hands, and stopped to look at the moon with a part of it that went dark.

"Come with me," Changbin said.

"Where?"

"Back to the city," he replied.

You chuckled, "sure, I'd love to,"

It was supposed to make him happy, but your fast answer only confused him, "really?"

"Yeah," you answered.

"But not right now," you quickly added.

Changbin knew that you hadn't really finished your sentence.

"I still need some time to figure out what I want to do with my life," you explained to him.

"I don't want to part with you," he sadly said, his eyes looked sad when he said it.

"Just a little bit more time," you said to him.

"Swimming used to be the word that defines me, and now I need to find another word for it," you elaborated, facing him and looking at him in the eyes as you spoke.

"You are more than just a word," he said to you along with a caress on your cheek.

"I know," you placed a hand on his, "and we're not parting, we'd just be temporarily in different places with each other," you lightly stated.

Changbin laughed and pecked at your lips at how adorable you looked as he held your face in his hands, "you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he muttered, his breath brushing the skin on your face as he spoke.

He leaned in, captured your lips in his in a searing kiss, tasting the summer on your lips, and let his lungs burn from running out of oxygen.

You ended up the one who let go of the kiss, "let's go swimming," you invited.

You stripped off both of your clothes, skinny dipping in the dark with the pale moonlight shining down on you.

Your bodies tangled together in the water, salty and warm, smooth and rough. You held on to him with your hands around his neck, staring into each other’s eyes as both of your bodies floated, swaying with every passing of the current.

"I love you," he said to you, it surprised him how easily he said those words while his heart felt like about to burst into pieces.

"I love you," you said back, knowing well enough how much those words burden you but set you free at the same time.

Changbin took you home after with one destination in mind, your bed.

With all these feelings overflowed inside him, he wanted so badly to make love to you, channeling all the feelings he had in him to you.

He wanted to make you feel loved, to let you know how much you meant to him, the only one who could shake up his world and make it alright in a turn of a night.

And you spread your legs open for him, surrendered yourself to him, not giving up but giving in.

Changbin had to hold himself back not to lose himself as he pounded into you, his hands propped on each side of your head, going in and out of you with eyes bore deep into you.

His hips incessantly moving, thrusting, going as shallow as possible, making you moan, whimper, and whined underneath him.

"Please, please," you said to him as you sensed your climax was closing in.

Changbin picked up the pace, jackhammer into you with all the strength he got in him until you cum around him, and he cum not long after.

He stayed inside you, not willing to pull out of you yet, cuddling you, enveloping you in his embrace until you both fell asleep with him still inside you.

Changbin got awoken in the break of dawn, he got up and saw the sun peeking out from the horizon as he looked at the beach in the distance.

He looked down at you who were deep in your slumber, looking like a fallen angel with your cheek pressed onto the pillow.

He ran a thumb over your lips before his took over, gave your lips an innocent, sweet kiss that made you steer in your sleep.

He pulled the blanket to the side and exposed your naked body for his eyes to lust on, soft and smooth as far as his hand went. He slumped on the bed so he could kiss your body, worshipping every inch of it because you were beautiful to him.

"Changbin?" You mumbled and saw his head rested on your stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he said, then kissed the skin close to your belly button.

You softly smiled, the butterflies in your stomach began flying around.

Changbin put his hand on the scar on your hip, and your hand flew to his.

"Let me touch you, please?" He pleaded.

You put your hand away from his and let him have his way with you.

Using his fingertips, Changbin trailed the indentation the scar made on your flesh and the stitches marks to where it ended on your mid-thigh.

He replaced his hand with his mouth next, kissing your scar to show you just how much he admired it the same as other parts of your body.

"You're perfect to me," Changbin whimpered between his kisses.

You lowly moaned, feeling so appreciated and worshipped by him. You felt ashamed knowing someone else loved your scar and not you, it wasn't something that you should be ashamed of in the first place, it showed you how much you fought in life.

You held him, grateful for him for showing you how much you deserve to be loved.

You turned over and had him under you, you kissed his mouth as you sat on his legs.

Changbin had his hands under his head, watching you fucking him, your breasts jiggling, and your eyes were on him.

It felt different to see your body in daylight, he could see you clearly, you have a faint mole under your left breast, tan lines of your bikini top, you have a birthmark on your lower ribcage, and when the sun hit your eyes, they were light brown.

Changbin sat up so he could kiss you.

You reclined and bent your knees with your feet flat on the bed, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his thigh, and began moving again.

With your breasts right in front of his eyes, Changbin took the opportunity to play with them, fondled them, sucking each one in turns and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

When you cum around him, you let out a loud moan that you muffled with your hand covering your mouth while Changbin suppressed his by pressing his mouth on your neck as he climaxed.

"Who needs breakfast, huh?" Changbin said as he held you close, panting and licking his lips.

You lightly chuckled, "I still need coffee though," you responded.

"And I need to drink your mom's freshly squeezed orange juice," Changbin added.

Changbin kept reminding himself not to fuss about the summer vacation about to end.

He occupied himself with you, did so many things as he could with you, swimming in the lake at night and on the beach during the day, went to buy ice cream and switched when yours about to finish, sleeping in your bedroom every night and went back to his bedroom in the morning, making out in your mom's greenhouse and tried not to break her potted plants, rubbed each other’s feet under the table during dinner and stole a few kisses in between when your parents weren't looking.

When the day came, he stayed a little longer in your bed, holding you as much as he could, drinking in your sense that would remind him of the best summer he ever had for bringing you into his life.

"Last breakfast together!" Your mother crooned from across the table.

Everyone's attention darted to Changbin, who sat next to your brother and across from you.

"I can't believe a month has passed," your father added, he didn't smoke this morning but on his second cup of coffee already.

"Stay for another week!" Your father teased while patting him on the shoulder.

"I told you, dad, this man has a fixed schedule," your brother explained, saving Changbin from the trouble.

"It's too early for wine, but I'm going to make us mimosas," your mother announced then left to the kitchen.

"How was it? Living with us for a month?" Your father asked him.

Changbin didn't plan on getting sentimental about it, but the question made all the memories he made in here flash through his mind like a movie in a fast-forward. Your family had been treating him not less like their own child, your brother had been nothing but a good friend and a brother that he never had, and you, you were a godsend.

"To be honest, I never want to leave," he answered, summed up his answer into an honest, shorter version.

"Then don't!" Your father responded.

Your mom came back with a tray of Champagne flutes filled with mimosas and handed everyone a glass.

"A toast to Changbin, our most cherished guest this summer," your father announced as he held his glass up in the air.

Everyone clanged their glasses together and collectively took a sip.

"I want to say thank you for letting me stay here for a month, and enjoyed all these delightful things. Thank you so much," he sincerely said.

Your mother cooed, "Please, don't hesitate to visit us anytime you want. Our town is beautiful in winter too," she said to him

"Of course! Please let me know if you ever come to the city," he said back.

Your mother put an arm around you and squeezed your shoulder, "what do you think, honey? Isn't it nice having him here?"

You took a sip of your mimosa and smiled, "yes," you replied.

He saw a glint of sadness in your eyes that he quickly looked away, afraid that he might get caught in the feelings, didn't want to make it sadder than it already was.

Changbin also got a hunch that your parents actually knew you were together, they knew but kept it to themselves.

Changbin put the last bag into the trunk and when he turned around, your parents were standing in front of the door of the house.

He walked up to them to deliver his farewell, "Thank you once again!" He said to him.

Your father shook his hand and pulled him into a quick hug, while your mom hugged him as a mother would then kissed his cheek, "take care, Changbin," she said to him.

He saw you appear from the side of the house and made your way to him, "we're not parting, okay?" You reminded him.

He nodded, "I know,"

You threw your hands around his neck and hugged him, "take care," you said to him even though there was so much more you wanted to say.

"Stay away from Lee, okay?" He said to you.

You laughed, and it reverberated throughout your body, you hummed your answer to finally let go of the hug.

You looked into each other’s eyes and were aware of other pairs of eyes watching you right now.

Changbin threw away all of the fears he had inside of him and braved himself to kiss you, kissing you properly because he knew he would regret it if he didn't.

"See you again," he said when he let go of the kiss.

"See you again," you said back and watched as he got into the car.

Your brother honked the horn twice to finally drive away, out of the house, taking him away from you, and ended your summer.

When you walked back to the direction of the house, your mother opened her arms wide at you, and you ran to hug her, melted into her embrace.

"Oh honey, you must be sad," she crooned and patted your head.

And you got sadder as your mom tried to comfort you, maybe it was the maternal instinct in her that sensed you were seeking consolation.

Your father rubbed your back, "the pain itself is love," he said to you.

And it was true, the pain was what made it real, what made you believe that it was more than just a summer fling, it was love.

A real, real love.

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