ANGEL OF MINE ,,

ANGEL OF MINE ,, 박성훈

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ criminal!sunghoon x fem!reader wc. 4k

genre. smut

🦢◞ includes ... public sex, unprotected sex, oral ( m & f receiving ), car sex

「 authors note 𖹭 」 this was a prison break fic , but i ended up changing and just did criminal hoon!

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most people could say you met sunghoon in the worst possible place possible; but growing up, your mother always told you that as long as you love each other it shouldn't matter where you meet the love of your life — except your mother didn't mean a prison like how you met sunghoon.

at first you thought it was odd; you were a well established college student, jobs lining up for you after graduation all thanks to your dads connections, many suitors waiting for you to finish your studies with the hope of marriage after graduation; even though you had no interest, a group of friends, much like you; and the best part, more money you could ever dream of… so the whole penpal thing was odd to you; why would you talk to some random person who is in prison nonetheless? that was until you started talking to sunghoon.

sunghoon was used to prison; he'd been there before, many times before and it's the same thing everytime, he'd try to keep his head down— he always failed , outside of prison he'd made a lot of enemies , so he did end up knocking a few heads around and he ended up spending the rest of his sentence in solitary confinement. this time he fucked up and he was facing a longer sentence; a much longer sentence. that was until he received a letter from you; little precious you, his saving grace.

the first letter was the just the introduction; and that was all he needed to become obsessed with you; he knew what you looked like because you sent him a photo , he also knew you weren't old cat lady; you were college student, he would've been a college student too, had he not taken the other route. he also knew that although you were extremely book smart; you were innocent in so many ways, and sunghoon loved that; he didn't need your money, he just needed your love and devotion.

by the fourth letter you were already telling him you'd wait for him and when could you see him; at first he told you a sweet thing like you didn't need to come to such a bad place and that all you had to do was be a good girl and wait for him.

by the sixth letter you were telling him you can't wait to see him and that you'd be there that next weekend; and for the first time ever since he'd been to prison, he was happy.

“park!” the guard yelled, making direct eye contact with him as he banged on the gate. “i can't fucking see you.” the boy hissed. “yeah well , get up.” he stood from his bed in his single cell; that he got after he went through the entire cell block of cell mates; everyone was too scared to share with him. “you got a visitor.” he said flatly as they opened the gate , they dragged him out of his cell and down the hall. “let's go.”

you nervously picked at your skirt; your mother bought it from her travels in some glamours country, maybe you should've worn jeans , would he like this? would he like your makeup? would he like you? for the past week that was all on your mind, sunghoon, this was your first time meeting him so your stomach was churning as you were waiting for him. “angel?”

you turned around to face the boy; the man who'd you think whenever you had free time, you no longer went out with your friends , instead you stayed home and waited for his call , writing multiple letters to, you were obsessed with him. “sunghoon.”

he sat down in front of you, taking in your outfit. “nice outfit angel, you wore that just for me?” he smirked. “do you like it?” you asked, waiting for his approval. “of course i do, finally something pretty to look at in this ugly fucking place.” you cringed at his foul language. “sunghoon, language.” he threw his hands up. “sorry angel.” you nodded. “it's nice to finally meet you in person.”

“angel i have thought about this day since the first time you sent me a letter with that pretty face of yours.” he surely had his way in charming you. “you’re too cute angel , what are you doing here?” you shrugged shyly , you definitely didn't belong here , but you wanted to be here , you want to be here with him. “i like you, i guess.” he smirked. “yeah?” turning around looking for the guard who was barely paying attention. “come closer then.” you nervously leaned in , your elbows now on the table. “good girl.”

“how much do you like me?” he said, his hand slipping under the table. “would you still like me if i tell you what i did?” he asked, hand now on your knee. “what if i killed someone?” your eyes widened. “you didn't, did you?” he chuckled , rubbing your knee. “no angel, no one died.” fortunately for him. “but i did hurt some people real bad,” he said. “not like they didn't deserve it angel.”

“what did they do?” you asked, voice shaking as his hand crept up your skirt. “don't worry about that right now angel.” he said, you nodded. “you still like me?” you nodded. “good.” he smiled , his hand cupping your clothes mound , you turn around nervously looking for the guard. “trust me dove they aren't worried about us.” he ran his finger up your slit. “you're dripping baby, you got this wet for little ole me?” he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “sunghoon.” you whimpered , he put his finger to his lips.

“you gotta be real quiet angel , we can get in real big trouble if they catch us.”

he pushed a finger in, you bit your lip hard to conceal a moan. “look at you all cute , trying not to moan , if these guards weren't here i would take you right here , make you cum with my cock and not my fingers.” he added another, curling them inside you. “you wanna cum on my cock?” you nodded , your bottom lip was bleeding a little from biting it. “y-yes.” you whined. “i do.”

“when i get outta here dove , i promise, i'll make you cum as many times as this little pussy can give me.” you gasped , “sunghoon , i'm gonna cum.” you whispered , you wanted to kiss his perfectly plump lips , he was right in front of you , but you couldn't because of the guard who was standing a few feet away. “go ahead cum for me angel , our time is almost up.” your mouth dropped open , a silent moan came out of your mouth , as you came , he talked you through your orgasm , before pulling his fingers out of you. “he's coming over angel.”

“sorry miss time is up.” the guard said. “get up park.” they yanked him up. “see you angel , wait for me yeah?” you saw him bringing his fingers to his mouth as they dragged him away.

after that day all you could think about is sunghoon; not like it wasn't any different from before, but now you knew how he could make you feel; the way he talked to you about what he wanted to do to you when he got out; when he got out , that was the hard part, you didn't know the full details of his case , just that he was involved in some bad stuff and he ended up getting into a fight with a few guys and lets just say he came out looking a lot better than they did, and now he's sitting in a prison for maybe the next 3-5 years.

“what if i help you out?” you sat across from him the next visit. “what do you mean angel?” you shrugged. “help get you out of here?” he laughed, leaning forward. “angel i think you're watching way too much tv , it's not as easy as you think , to break someone out of prison.” you laughed , something he loved to hear , it was the only thing that kept him from going insane. “i didn't mean that silly.” he tilted his head to the side , his eyebrows lifting up in interest. “then what angel?”

“well daddy knows some people , in some high places.” you said , he folded his arms. “and maybe if i butter him up just enough, i could maybe get him to talk to some of these people.” he wasn't about to jump for joy, he didn't really want to have to owe your father one. “angel , your father is gonna take one look at my rap sheet and demand that those people keep me locked up just to keep me away from you.” he laughed. “i’m not necessarily a good guy.” he said.

“not if i butter him up first; buy him a new watch, get the chef to cook him his favorite food , tell him how much i love him , tell him that you'll do better if they just give you another shot.” at that moment sunghoon realized two things besides you being the cutest thing to ever grace his presence; 1. you were way more wealthy than he thought, and 2. your love and devotion to him could help him in the future. “angel you know that last thing isn't gonna happen.”

you pouted; of course you knew that. “well yeah, and although i'm not too happy with that, i want you out of here.” you whined , he smirked. “yeah and why is that?” you shied away. “because.” he leaned forward. “why angel?” you bit your lip , thinking about your previous visit. “is my precious angel thinking about dirty things?” you shook your head. “n-no.” but he wasn't buying it. “i think you are.” his words were now whispered. “want to me to fuck that little cunt so bad you're willing to do anything to get me out of here?” you nodded. “then go ahead angel , get me outta here.”

…

you knocked on the door of your father's study; you heard a muffled come in , before pushing the door open. “hi daddy.” you skipped into the room. “and i know that skip from anywhere, how much you need?” you pouted , sitting in the seat across from him. “actually i got you a gift.” you held out the small rolex bag. “a watch?”

“just a little gift to show my love, i also had the chef make your favorite; so if you'll just follow me.” you both made your way to the table. “this looks good doesn't it?” you sat down next to him , the chef leaving you both after you thank him.

“so.” you father finally spoke up. “you get me this expensive watch; pretty sure i’ll be getting the invoice on that soon.” you smiled. “you get them to make my favorite food , thousand and one compliments , i know what this means.” he said. “you want something , what is it princess?”

you sighed , you prayed for this to work. “you sure?” he laughed. “anything you want , you shall have , after this perfect night.” you decided to give it a go. “well you know that i've made a new friend.” you started , he moved in his seat; coughing uncomfortably, he was aware of your relationship with the prisoner, and he wasn't fine with it , but you were an adult and he couldn't stop you. “you know how i feel about that sweetheart.”

“i know and that's why you know i would never come to you unless i really needed to.” you said. “did he do something to you?” you shook your head. “of course not , he's a good boy.” your father scoffed. “he's a prisoner.” he took a sip of his whiskey. “daddy listen.” you held his hand. “please just help me get him out.”

“absolutely not.” he said , you whined. “he's a criminal yn! not once or twice; he's been in and since he was in highschool.” your eyes widened. “you checked his record?”

“of course i did , you know he's in there this time 3-5 years for assault with a deadly weapon, he almost killed two people.” well you didn't know that much. “he said they deserved it , they hit him first.” you defended him. “he has anger issues.” he said. “daddy he said he'd change , he promised.” you'd cross that bridge when you got there , you doubted he was gonna change. “you think he's telling the truth?”

“just ask?” you said , the best desperate face you can make; once you heard your father sigh , you had to force the smile down. “i'll make some calls and let you know what we can do for him.” you couldn't wait to tell sunghoon. “this is the only time i'll help him , he fucks up again and i'll make sure he gets the maximum.”

…

sunghoon was losing his mind in his cell; he needed you, he missed you , fuck that little taste he had of you in the visiting room — he couldn't think about anything other than that; you were better than any drug or alcohol he's ever tried. “park.” the guard banged on the cell. “get up!”

he grunted , getting up from his hard bed. “where to today paul?” the guard grunted , opening the gate. “let's go.” he was confused, his next visit with you wasn't scheduled until the following week , and it's not like his friends could just show up and visit him — most of them were probably supposed to be here right with him , so it couldn't be them and his family; those asshole completely washed their hands of him in the first place. “where are we going?”

he knew this route; he'd seen it many times before, but what he couldn't understand is why he was taking this route. “i know you dirty C.O’s like to play jokes , but this one is about to piss me off.” the cop threw him into the room. “asshole.” he growled. “undress.” the guard said. “you're going home.” he was confused. “what?”

you waited excitedly outside of your car, the driver waiting inside; you bounced as you heard the gates opening , the raven haired boy walked through the gate. “yn?” you took off, running straight into his arm. “it worked!” you laughed. “what worked angel , im so confused right now.” he said , you didn't answer him , instead you wrapped your arms around his shoulders , kissing him; you finally got to kiss the man you'd been talking to for the past 6 months. “my dad , he actually helped.” you pulled away. “you really talked to him?”

“mhm , he knows the judge assigned to your case, i asked him to put in a good word for you.” he grabbed the sides of your face. “this time , try not to get in trouble or at least don't get caught this time.” you slapped his chest. “angel.” he kissed you , holding you close; his tongue swiping across your lip , he nibbled down on , you moaned. “there goes those pretty noises.”

“is there someone in that front seat?” he asked. “my driver of course.” you said like it was normal. “angel , does that driver ask questions?” he smirked. “no , why?” you questioned. “because i can't wait until we get somewhere private.” he grabbed your hand , you smiled. “let's go , i never want to see this place for a long time at least.” you glared at him. “again angel , i meant again.”

you opened the car door; climbing inside grabbed your leg, flipping you over closing the door. “mrs?” your driver said , sunghoon was working his way down your neck , wrapping your legs around his waist. “my-my house.” you whimpered , neither one of you caring about the man in front. “don't you live with your family?”

“i have my own apartment.” he smirked , lifting your shirt over your head , you both were so into it , his shirt coming off , along with your panties , bunching your skirt up. “should i thank you angel?” he kissed your stomach , “eat your pretty pussy for getting me out of that hell hole?” you moaned out nodding. “pl-please.”

lifted your legs over his shoulders; your cunt on display. “so pretty baby , been thinking of tasting this pussy ever since that day in the visiting room. he kissed your cunt , licking a strip up your cunt. “so good baby.” you moaned out. “sunghoon.” he held your waist down , lapping at your cunt over and over , your hand coming up to his hair , the other one hitting the back of the seat. “su-sunghoon , im gonna cum.”

you groaned, feeling your grip his hair , cumming right into his mouth. “fuck angel.” he pulled away , letting out a dry laugh. “you taste so fucking good.” he moaned out , your taste alone made him go crazy , crazy enough he was willing to give up everything just to keep tasting you. “angel i need to fuck you now.”

luckily for the driver he pulled into your apartment complex right before sunghoon was about to take his pants off. “we're here miss.” sunghoon turned to you. “we've waited 6 months angel , i'm sure you can wait 5 minutes?” he handed you the shirt you were wearing. “get dressed for me love.”

you thanked the driver, sunghoon helping you out of the car. “wait dove.” he reached back into the vehicle. “you forgot this?” he smirked , pulling out your underwear, your ears heated up and you shied away. “oh angel , you let me finger you in front of 20 other prisoners and eat you out in front of your personal driver, i think it's time we drop this innocent girl act.” he pulled you close to him. “cause when we get up to that fancy apartment of yours , im gonna fuck you like the slut i know you are.”

the ride up to your apartment was innocent , sunghoons hand was under your skirt , toying with your clit. “pretty pussy is dripping , begging to be stretched out.” you moaned. “su-sunghoon the door is about to open.”

you finally reached your apartment; it was bigger than anything sunghoon would probably see in his life , but that wasn't his main focus as you guided him to your bedroom. “i wanna give you something.” you led him to your bed. “a welcome home gift.” you took your shirt off , sinking down to your knees. “you wanna suck me off angel?” you nodded , he cursed; you looked up at him with such innocent eyes , even though the current position is not so innocent. “naughty girl.” he smirked.

lifting his hips up, pushing his pants down to his ankles , the air hitting his leaky cock; he groaned. “come on angel , suck on it.” he guided your mouth to his cock. “open wide angel.” he guided your head down on his cock , he moaned , it had been a while , and you were working his cock like magic , your tongue running along his length. “fuck dove , i-i'm started to think you've done this before.”

“angel can you go deeper for me?” you hummed around him , vibrations making his eyes roll to the back of his head “shiiiiit , shit i'm gonna cum.” his hand came to the back of your head , pushing your head down. “fuck im cumming.”

he gasped letting your head go as he filled your mouth , spit dribbling down your chin along with his cum. “good girl , taking my cum like that.” you smiled , teary eyed.

he could've have gotten you on the bed quick enough, pushing your legs open , your cunt already bare for him. “you ready for me dove?” his hard length already prodding at your entrance. “pl-please fuck me hoon.” you felt his cock enter your body , you shut your eyes , hissing at the stretch. “to-too big.”

“i know , but you can take it angel.” he kissed your forehead , moving in and out of you. “good girl , take my cock.” he groaned , speeding up , your tits bouncing back and force. “been dreaming bout this cunt since the first time you came and visited me , remember dove?” his cock was now abusing your cervix. “you took my fingers during our first meeting.” you moaned and nodded. “i-it felt good.”

“i bet it did baby , that's how i knew right then and there you were mine.” he moaned. “my perfect angel just to turn into my perfect slut , just for me to fuck -shit- isn't that right?” you nodded. “a good girl letting a bad guy like me ruin you for other men , you like that don't you?” he rubbed your clit. “all mine right?”

“al-all yours , pl-please sunghoon.” you moaned out , the headboard banging against the wall. “I'm gonna cum.” your cunt fluttering around him. “yeah? gonna cum all over my cock?” you dumbly nodded. “go ahead angel , cream my cock baby for me.” his pace didn't falter , his thrust deeper even as you came. “fuck that's a good girl , came so much for me -fuck- im gonna cum dove, where do you want it.”

“i-inside , pl-please cum inside me.” you were gonna be the death of him. “fuck baby , such a perfect pussy.” he groaned. “fuck im gonna cum.” his hips began to falter , he was losing it. “sh-shit , gonna cum inside you angel.” he let out a loud moan , cumming. “fuck!” he cursed , emptying himself inside you. “perfect angel , perfect.” he slowly stopped trusting, pulling out of you , his cock resting on your abused cunt. “good girl.”

“you can stay here.” you said as you both laid in bed. “and do what? wait around for you all day?” he scoffed , his arm around you. “if you get in trouble i won't be able to help again.” you pouted , he smirked. “then i won't get in trouble this time.” you frowned. “i'm serious.” you said. “listen dove, if it makes you feel any better; i'll come back here every night , and hold you just like this.” he kissed the side of your head , because he really did want to be with you , but giving up this life he was so used to wasn't gonna be easy. “what about in the morning?”

“i’ll be right here to wake my pretty angel up by eating her pretty pussy.”

©LUVYENI

In Safe Hands

roommate!heejake x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, dom!heeseung, softdom!jake (kinda), oral (m&f. rec), fingering, double pen, anal, squirting, mentions of choking, slapping (twice, not hard), spanking, spit, pet names (angel, sweetheart, slut), pure filth, heejake eat reader out at the same time but that's about as mlm as it gets, not proof read, anything else lmk. w.c: 19.6k synopsis: your brother, sunghoon, has left you in the safe hands of his two best friends. little does he know that those 'safe' hands are about to be all over you. a/n: hi! okay this is pure smut, like basically a pwp atp. my beautiful bestie ruby @dollyyun, this one is for you! i wrote this entirely for all your horn needs <3 i hope you love it! as always, comments, reblogs, etc etc are all welcome! this isn't something i usually do but for ruby i will.

With a grunt of effort, your older brother hoists your bulky box of unread books up the narrow staircase, muscles straining against the weight. His face is set in a grimace, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he curses under his breath. “Why the hell did she pack so many books?” he mutters, breathless. 

He knows he should be cursing his friends more than the weight of your belongings - they’re the ones who thought living on the top floor of a six-story building with no elevator was a brilliant idea. Then again, he should probably be cursing himself the most. It was his bright idea to suggest that you temporarily move in with his best friends Jake and Heeseung.

You and your brother, Sunghoon, are finally moving out of your parents' house. The desire for freedom, for space that doesn’t involve the relentless noise of your four younger siblings, has been simmering for years. At first, Sunghoon planned to move out alone, excited to claim his independence and a taste of solitude. But you weren’t about to let him escape so easily. You pleaded, over and over, wearing him down with promises that you wouldn’t be a burden, that you’d pay your share of the rent on time without fail, and that he’d barely even notice you were there.

And because Sunghoon has a massive soft spot for you, it wasn’t long before he caved. 

But your earnest pleas and big doe eyes have created a bit of a problem. The one-bedroom flat Sunghoon initially secured for himself was definitely not equipped to house both of you. With no other option but to look for a larger place, Sunghoon is forced to start scouring the rental market again. Meanwhile, your parents, seizing the opportunity, quickly repurposed your old rooms. His room became your youngest brother’s new, much-coveted space, and yours was transformed into your mom’s long-awaited home office. The message was clear: they loved you both, but they were more than ready to reclaim their home. It was as if they were holding open the door with one hand and pushing you through it with the other. They wanted you out as badly as you wanted to leave.

The bond between you and Sunghoon has always been unbreakable. As the two eldest in a large family, you’ve naturally gravitated towards each other for support.

At 22, Sunghoon has always taken on the protective role, while you, at 20, have been his closest companion. With your other siblings much younger - at least a seven-year age gap between them and the two of you - there were countless moments when it felt like it was just the two of you against the world. The late-night talks, the inside jokes, the shared burden of babysitting - those memories have created an unspoken understanding that makes living together now seem natural, almost like slipping into a familiar rhythm.

And that’s how you’ve ended up here, in Sunghoon’s best friend’s tiny flat, your temporary refuge until Sunghoon manages to secure a new lease on a place that can fit you both. The apartment, perched at the very top of a creaking, century-old building, is barely big enough for its current occupants, let alone one more, but they insisted on helping. 

Since this living arrangement is only temporary, there’s no point in unpacking your belongings just to repack them again in a few weeks. The result is a cramped, cluttered mess; the room looks more like a makeshift warehouse than a living space. Yet, neither of the boys seems particularly disgruntled by the chaos. If anything, they look almost amused as they manoeuvre around the piles of boxes.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Sunghoon stumbles into the flat, his breath ragged and his legs burning from the climb. He barely manages to get the door open before letting the heavy box of books drop at his feet with a dull thud. He bends forward, resting his hands on his knees as he takes a moment to catch his breath, sweat trickling down his temples.

His eyes scan the small living room, which is already in disarray. Jake and Heeseung are busy shifting their couch and other furniture around, trying to carve out a space for the mountain of boxes that have taken over their home.

“Thanks for letting her stay here, guys. I know it’s a big ask,” Sunghoon huffs out his appreciation, still slightly breathless. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and carefully climbs over a few stacked boxes to get closer to them. There’s sincerity in his voice, a touch of guilt too, knowing that his sister’s sudden arrival will most likely cause a tear in their normal routines.

Jake’s face lights up with his trademark bright smile, his eyes crinkling into happy crescents. He waves a hand dismissively as if brushing away any notion of inconvenience. “It’s no worries,” he replies, his tone warm and reassuring. “She’s always fun to have around.” His voice is genuine, and there’s a glimmer of fondness in his eyes. It’s clear he means it, and it’s enough to ease some of the tension in Sunghoon’s shoulders.

Heeseung, who has been busy adjusting a leaning bookshelf against the wall, turns to face Sunghoon, a small grin upturning his lips. “You sure you don’t wanna stay here too?” he teases, tossing a can of beer toward Sunghoon in a slow, lazy arc.

Catching the can, Sunghoon replies with a soft chuckle, his fingers curling around the cold metal. He presses it against his cheek for a moment, savouring the coolness before cracking it open. “Nah, I’ve got Mars to crash with,” he replies, his voice softening slightly at the mention of his girlfriend’s name. While your only option was his friends’ crowded flat, he had a much more appealing alternative in his girlfriend’s place.

Jake’s laugh breaks the brief silence, a low and knowing chuckle that causes his shoulders to shake. “To fuck, you mean?” he quips, raising a single eyebrow with a playful smirk tugging at his lips. 

The boy shrugs and takes a long gulp of his beer, giving an unrepentant gesture. "Either way, it's a bed, isn't it?" he replies, his mouth twisting into a relaxed grin. "Plus, I don't really want Y/N to hear me shaking the house, if you know what I mean.." His tone of voice is light, playful, yet his eyes are filled with slight horror at the thought.

He loves you - he truly does - but he and Mars seldom have undisturbed time together, and the idea of enjoying a few weeks without frequent interruptions is too appealing to pass up. The thought of you crashing on a mattress in the living room while her bedframe taps repeatedly against the wall makes him quiver. That’s a level of sibling intimacy he’s sure neither of you wants to reach.

“Oh, so you’re alright with her hearing us?” Jake's eyes gleam with mischief, clearly enjoying how easily he can rile up his friend. He leans back against the arm of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for the inevitable comeback.

Setting his beer down, Sunghoon turns to face him fully, his expression suddenly serious. “As long as you keep it to her hearing it and nothing else,” he replies sharply, his voice carrying a warning edge. The room falls into a brief, awkward silence that Jake breaks with a chuckle, amused by Sunghoon’s protective streak. But Sunghoon’s gaze doesn’t waver, and he leans forward, his voice dropping to a low tone. “I’m serious. If either of you so much as touch her, I will personally saw your cocks off with rocks.”

Jake’s laugh dies in his throat, replaced by a wary smile. He exchanges a glance with Heeseung, who gives him a knowing look, a silent conversation between them before collecting themselves. 

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Heeseung reassures him, his voice calm and measured. “Y/N’s a good girl anyway.” He nods as he speaks, trying to diffuse the tension but a flicker of spark as he calls you a good girl flashes in his iris’. 

“Yeah, she knows better than to jump on Hee’s infested cock,” Jake quips with a smart-ass grin, dispelling the weird aura that this conversation has brought between the three of them. The words spill out effortlessly, taking jabs at his best friend comes so naturally, and Heeseung’s face twists in sarcastic offence.

“At least girls wanna fuck me, huh, Mister ‘it’s been three weeks’,” Heeseung shoots back without missing a beat, his voice dripping with mock pity. He leans closer to Jake, nudging him playfully with his elbow. The banter between them escalates, their voices overlapping as they trade jabs like two kids in a schoolyard. The energy in the room is electric, charged with the sort of camaraderie that comes from knowing exactly how to push each other’s buttons.

“Shut the fu-” 

“Guys, both of you shut up.” Sunghoon’s tone is commanding, the kind of no-nonsense voice that instantly demands attention as he cuts through their back-and-forth nips. Jake and Heeseung fall silent, their grins fading as they see his serious gaze. “I’m serious. No touching my sister,” Sunghoon continues, each word deliberate and heavy. “End of story.”

Jake and Heeseung exchange a quick look, and like schoolchildren caught red-handed, they nod in unison, their earlier bravado slipping away. “Alright, alright, we get it,” Jake finally says, raising his hands in surrender, a sheepish smile creeping back onto his face. “Message received, man.” 

Heeseung doesn’t say a word, instead looking down, his mind deep in contemplation as he bites his lip.

Sunghoon watches them for a moment longer, his stare sharp and unwavering, before he finally relaxes, picking up his beer again. He takes a long, slow sip, letting the cool liquid soothe the heat still coursing through his body. “Good,” he mutters, but there’s a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips now. “Just making sure.”

Your footsteps echo in the narrow corridor as you trudge up the stairs, carrying a small box that is featherweight compared to the heavy one your brother had just hauled up not five minutes ago. As you step inside, Jake spots you and immediately rushes over, kicking some stray bags out of your path to clear the way. “Watch yourself, pretty,” he says with a playful grin.

“Thank you, Jaeyun,” you reply with a smile, your tone warm and appreciative. His use of the sudden nickname causes a faint blush to creep up your cheeks, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. You’re used to Jake’s harmless flirting, it’s just part of who he is, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t catch you off guard from time to time. There's always a momentary flutter in your chest whenever he turns that easy charm on you, and this time is no different. 

As you hand the box over to him, your fingers graze his, a brief touch that sends a spark through your skin but you quickly shake it off, stepping away from him as he stacks the box on top of others.

You take a moment to survey your surroundings. Though you’ve been in this flat more times than you have fingers, the knowledge that it’s now going to be your home for the next few weeks makes you see it from a completely different perspective. 

The guys have definitely made an effort to clean; the place looks more put together than usual if you take away your abundance of bags and boxes, but there’s a strange vibe hanging in the air. It's an odd mix of familiarity and uncertainty. You’ve only ever been here as a guest, mostly to watch movies with your brother, his girlfriend, and the two tenants. But now, you’ll be doing everything here - sleeping, showering, studying - things you never imagined doing under this roof.

It doesn’t help that you wouldn’t exactly call yourself close with both of them, well, with Jake, maybe you could consider yourselves friendly. He always goes out of his way to make you feel welcome whenever you visit. If you need an extra blanket, he’s there with one almost before you can ask. If you’re in the mood for tea or coffee, Jake seems to magically appear with a steaming mug in hand. There’s a warmth to him, a natural generosity that makes you feel at ease, even if he turns the situation horny in 0.2 seconds. He's got a knack for toeing the line between friendly and flirty, but somehow it never crosses into uncomfortable territory. Instead, it just makes the atmosphere a little lighter, a little more fun.

Heeseung, on the other hand, is a bit more of a mystery. He’s always been somewhat reserved around you, distant even. Not cold, exactly, but certainly not as openly friendly as Jake. You’ve never taken it personally, though. You know he isn’t the type to shower people with affection or heap on praise. He’s more of an observer, the kind who stands on the outskirts of the chaos, quietly taking it all in rather than diving into the fray. There’s a calmness to him that can feel almost intimidating, but there’s also a sense of steadiness that you find strangely comforting. Still, the idea of sharing a space with someone who keeps to himself so much leaves you wondering how the dynamics might shift now that you’ll be living under the same roof.

“You got many more bags?” Heeseung asks, his voice carrying curiosity as he glances over at you.

“Uh, two more?” you reply, slightly sheepish.

Sunghoon sighs, clearly exasperated. “I told you to pack light for now,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration. To be fair, you might have overpacked just a smidge and not listened to him when he told you to only bring necessary things with you to the new house and toss out the rest, but the last thing you want is to be caught without something important - hence the extra bags.

“It’s okay, I’ll get them,” Heeseung offers, his tone matter-of-fact.

“I can help,” you quickly volunteer, not wanting to seem like a burden, but he simply shakes his head, already turning toward the stairs. Without another word, he jogs down the steps to retrieve the remaining bags, his long strides making quick work of the descent. You watch him go, a grateful smile tugging at your lips because you know for a fact that those last two bags are the heaviest - you probably should have told him that.

As you stand there, Jake drapes an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into his side, his touch light but familiar. “We’ll have the best time, huh?” he says with a grin, his voice full of easy confidence.

You look up at him, matching his smile as you offer him a half-hug in return. “For sure,” you reply, feeling a bit of your earlier anxiety melt away. Jake has always had a way of making you feel at ease, his energy infectious in the best possible way.

Sunghoon, however, can’t help but notice the physical contact, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Jake’s arm around you. He doesn’t say anything, though; he knows Jake well enough to understand that this kind of skinship is just part of who he is. Too many times has Sunghoon been on the receiving end of Jake’s clinginess, so he lets it slide, albeit with a small sigh of resignation.

A moment later, Heeseung appears at the bottom of the final flight of stairs, grunting softly as he makes his way back up, each step slow and deliberate under the weight of your bags. His muscles strain visibly beneath his t-shirt, the fabric stretching tight across his shoulders and arms. “Did you pack a dead body in here?” he huffs, finally reaching the top and setting the bags down with a heavy thud. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he catches his breath, his lean, strong frame clearly pushed to its limits by the sheer weight.

Even as he exhales, his muscles begin to relax, but your eyes are drawn to the way the veins still protrude along his forearms, winding like thick cords beneath his skin. His biceps, now flexed from the exertion, stand out in sharp relief, the definition in his arms a testament to his strength. It’s clear that Heeseung is no stranger to physical labour - his body is built for it - but even he seems momentarily winded by the effort, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.

You aren’t oblivious to how attractive Heeseung is, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. Ever since Sunghoon first introduced you to his friends, you’ve been aware of the magnetic pull both of them seem to have on you. And honestly, who wouldn’t feel that way? Jake, with his effortless charm and eyes so dreamy they could melt stone, has a way of drawing you in without even trying. 

Then there’s Heeseung - tall and broad, with a quiet confidence that radiates off him in waves. His smile, rare as it is, sends your heart into a wild spin whenever you’re lucky enough to see it. There’s something about his reserved nature, the way he watches the room with those sharp eyes, that makes him even more intriguing.

As he straightens up, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, there’s a brief moment where you catch yourself staring, fascinated by the raw power in his frame but the slight cracks from his shoulders speak volumes, and you can’t help but feel a pang of guilt for making him carry such a heavy load.

“Thanks, Heeseung,” you murmur, your voice sincere as you meet his eyes, hoping to convey just how much you appreciate his help. He simply nods, brushing it off as no big deal, and there’s a slight, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

Bending down, you reach for one of the bags to help out, wanting to ease some of the burden. But before you can get a grip on it, Jake swoops in and grabs it first. You watch as he lifts it, his arm muscles flexing with the effort. You can see him struggle with the weight, his smile faltering for just a second but Jake being Jake, tries to play it off with his usual nonchalance, shrugging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing the handle of the other one. 

“If you take the other handle, you can help me carry it and I’ll show you to your room,” he says, flashing you that familiar grin that always seems to promise mischief and fun.

You smile back and nod, stepping in to grab the other handle. The two of you share the load and together, you manoeuvre down the narrow hallway, leaving Sunghoon and Heeseung behind.

With your back turned you miss the subtle flicker of annoyance that crosses Heeseung’s face as he watches you giggle over something Jake just said. His jaw tightens, and he shifts his weight slightly, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before turning away. There’s something unreadable in his gaze, a mix of frustration and something else.

Sunghoon, however, catches the change in his friend’s expression. Turning to Heeseung, he looks dead serious, his usual relaxed demeanour replaced with a steely resolve. “Look after her, yeah?” he says, his voice low but firm. “I trust you more than Jake with this, don’t do something stupid.”

Your brother isn’t distrusting of Jake, but you’re easily swayed and Jake has a smooth tongue, he can’t help but imagine the two of you under the same roof and what could happen. And Heeseung, even if that look gave Sunghoon a reason to be concerned, would know better than to touch you.

“Don’t worry,” Heeseung replies, his voice steady. “She’s in safe hands.” There’s a weight behind his words, something that Sunghoon misses entirely.

It’s not Jake he should be worried about.

_____

The past three weeks have been nothing short of incredible. The newfound freedom from your parents has made you feel like a new person. There’s a weight lifted off your shoulders that you hadn’t realised was there until it was gone. 

Living with Jake and Heeseung has been refreshing; they respect your privacy in a way that you’re not used to. They don’t bombard you with a million questions about where you’ve been or why you’re going out at odd hours of the night, unlike your parents, who seem to hover over your every move, they trust you to make your own choices. 

Jake, in particular, brings a lightness to the flat that you’ve grown to adore. His infectious humour seems to brighten up even the dullest of days. He has a way of pulling you out of your shell with his playful teasing and silly antics. But then, there’s his flirting - relentless and almost too easy. It’s always just on the line of being harmless fun, but lately, you’ve noticed your chest fluttering whenever he’s around. Like the time he’d cornered you in the kitchen, grinning as he leaned in close under the pretence of grabbing something from the cabinet behind you. Or that morning when he "accidentally" walked into your room while you were changing, only to stand there gawking at your tits before insisting on making you breakfast to make up for it. You’ve tried to play it cool, but his attention has started to make your heart race, and you can’t help but wonder if he notices.

Heeseung, however, is a different story. While he has been welcoming enough, there’s a strange awkwardness between you two that you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s not that he’s unfriendly or cold, just...distant. You’ve racked your brain trying to figure out why. There’s no clear reason for it, so you’ve concluded that it’s probably because you’re invading his space. After all, the idea of doing Sunghoon a favour by letting his little sister crash here is probably better in theory than in practice. 

You’re aware that Heeseung’s never lived with a girl before; maybe it’s just a bit of an adjustment for him. Perhaps he’s not used to the softer touches around the flat, like your skincare bottles lining the bathroom shelf or your fluffy slippers by the door. So, you’ve been careful to keep your distance, to not get in his way or make him feel uncomfortable. The last thing you want is to be a bother to him when he’s being so kind and giving up his own room for you, sharing a bedroom with Jake to accommodate your presence.

On Thursday evening, you come home from your shift at the cafe, tired but content. As you slip off your shoes, you notice only one other pair at the door. That’s strange, by this time, both Jake and Heeseung are usually back home, lounging around or playing video games. 

Turning the corner, your breath catches in your throat. Heeseung is there, sitting on the edge of the couch, dressed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His chest is bare, revealing a toned, lean physique that you hadn't seen up close before. His skin is tanned and smooth, glistening slightly because he’s just stepped out of the shower. 

Your eyes trace the faint lines of his abs, the way they ripple subtly as he moves. Below his navel, a small trail of hair disappears beneath the waistband of his joggers, and you find yourself staring for a moment longer than you should, teeth instinctively biting the skin of your bottom lip. The sight is unexpectedly intimate, almost like you’ve walked in on something private, and your cheeks heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and something else you can’t quite name, or rather, simply don’t wish to acknowledge.

“Hey,” his voice is gruff, indicating that he hasn’t spoken in a while. His tone is low, almost raspy, sending a small shiver down your spine. He runs his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and his eyes stay fixed on you, waiting. “How was work?”

Heeseung doesn’t seem to notice you at first, busy towelling off his damp pink hair, but when he looks up and catches your eye, there’s a brief flash of surprise on his face.

For a second, neither of you moves. His gaze holds yours, and you feel pinned under the weight of it, your heart thudding in your chest. Then, his eyebrows raise in a twitch and he nods at you in acknowledgement. 

The conversation is trivial and bland and you expect it from Heeseung, considering this is how every interaction between you both has gone since living together. But right now, with the godly sight in front of you, your mouth feels dry, and you find it incredibly hard to piece together words for an answer that don’t include the filthy thoughts racing through your mind. Your gaze flickers over his bare torso again, lingering on the way his abs subtly flex with each breath, the light sheen of water still clinging to his skin.

It doesn’t help that you’re ovulating. That’s probably why you’re acting so feral over a man’s body right now. But then again, this isn’t just any man - this is Lee Heeseung. He’s perfect in every way, from his strong jawline and pretty nose to his long, kissable neck and the faint v-line that disappears into his sweatpants. Your eyes trail lower, curiosity burning within you. You’d love to expand further on your thoughts about him if only you knew what you were working with, but your imagination will have to suffice for now. 

When you don’t respond right away, Heeseung’s expression shifts slightly. He leaves the towel on the couch, his eyes narrowing with concern, and takes a few steps closer to you. The sudden proximity sends your heart into overdrive, and you can’t help but notice the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, his presence electric. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks softly, his voice more gentle now, laced with genuine worry. “Did something happen?”

You snap back to reality, blinking rapidly as you try to shake off the haze of your thoughts. Your cheeks flush, and you clear your throat, hoping he can’t read your mind. “Oh, uh - yeah, I’m fine!” you finally stammer out, forcing a smile. “Work was just...busy, I guess. A lot of orders today.”

Of course, Heeseung is dubious of your sudden stuttering, wondering what on earth has gotten into you. Then, for a split second, your pupils dart to his chest then back to his face, and that is all the clues he needs to conclude his thoughts. You’re nervous. 

He would never dare tell Sunghoon that he’s been wishing for this moment for the past year. He was so eager to have you stay, thinking that it would be different from how it has turned out; Heeseung was going to use the opportunity to get close to you, figure out your opinions on him and see what he could capitalise on in an effort to make you crumble beneath him. He didn’t exactly need forever with you, one night of you screaming his name would suffice.

Heeseung isn’t one to walk around without a shirt on, so seeing him like this is a rare and unexpected sight. You've never seen him this way before, and it's clear that he never anticipated how much it would affect you.

Normally, you’ve shown little interest, or at least you’ve managed to hide it well. But now, standing before him with your eyes betraying a flicker of something more, Heeseung feels a strange excitement building in his chest, hammering away with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

But that changed once Sunghoon shot that warning look, even fearless Jake was momentarily quaking at the intense gaze of his eyes. Still, you’ve also made it impossible for him to get close. 

Though ever the opportunist, Heeseung spots an opening right now, any concerns about Sunghoon’s threats out the window as he looks into your wide, pretty eyes.

A slow, teasing smirk tugs at his lips, and he takes another step closer, closing the distance between you even more. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone that sends a wave of heat crashing over you. “You look a little flustered.”

You swallow hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. “I’m fine,” you insist, but it comes out a little breathless, betraying the effect he’s having on you. God, why is he so fucking hot?

Heeseung’s eyes narrow playfully, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “If I didn’t know any better,” he murmurs, his lips barely brushing your skin, “I’d say you were distracted.” His hand reaches out, fingers lightly grazing your arm, sending a shiver through you.

You don’t know how to handle this side of him. Heeseung is usually reserved, his words careful and measured. But now, there’s a boldness to him - a confidence that makes your stomach flutter. Flustered and overwhelmed, you decide it’s best to retreat before you embarrass yourself further. “I-I’m going to get ready for bed.” You turn on your heel, ready to escape to the safety of your room.

But before you can take another step, Heeseung’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist firmly but gently. He pulls you back toward him, his eyes dark and searching. “Why do you do that?” he asks, his voice suddenly serious.

You blink up at him, your heart racing. “Do what?”

“Avoid me,” he clarifies, his tone both curious and frustrated. “You’re always so keen to talk to Jake, but when it’s me, you just…scurry off.”

Your mouth opens, then closes, your mind scrambling for an explanation. You shake your head, trying to appear calm. “It’s not what you think.”

Heeseung’s eyes bore into yours, his expression a mix of playful challenge and something deeper, something almost vulnerable. “It’s not?” he repeats, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. “Because I’m starting to think you might not like me.”

His words are teasing, but there’s a shadow of insecurity in his stare, a hint that he might be more serious than he’s letting on. Your heart aches at the thought that he might feel unwanted or disliked. You shake your head vehemently. “No, not at all,” you rush to say, your voice soft. “It’s just…you’re so quiet and distant with me. I thought maybe you saw me as a burden, like I was getting in your way or something. So I just, find it better to stay away.”

Heeseung’s brow furrows in confusion, clearly taken aback by your words. He seems to be processing what you said, his mind sifting through memories of the past few weeks. Was he cold to you? He hadn’t thought so but maybe all those times hiding in his room when you were watching TV with Jake, giggling and happy as you both shared inside jokes, or how he purposefully left early to give you time to have a shower without the worry of his presence, gave you an impression he didn’t want to leave.

His eyes search yours as if he’s seeing you for the first time in weeks. You lick your lips nervously, and he notices the way your pupils are blown wide, a hint of want flickering in them. The knowing hits him like a wave, giving him the courage to say what he’s been holding back for so long. Heeseung leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing yours as he speaks, “Do you know why I do that? Keep my distance?”

“Why?” you whisper, your breath hitching.

“Because I’m trying so hard to control myself around you,” he admits, his voice low and rough with desire. The words hang in the air between you, heavy and charged. Before you can fully process them, he presses his body against yours, backing you up until you’re pinned between him and the wall. His spare hand comes up to steady you, fingers splayed across your waist, and you feel the firm, unmistakable press of his member against your stomach.

Your breath catches in your throat, your entire body buzzing with electricity. His gaze is locked on yours, his expression intense and hungry, waiting for any sign of rejection or acceptance from you. When you don’t pull away, his lips curl into a smirk, his fingers tightening their grip on your waist. “You have no idea how hard it’s been,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, “to keep my hands off you.”

You shiver, your body responding to his words in a way that leaves you breathless, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through your veins. “Then don’t,” you murmur, your voice barely audible but carrying all the weight of your desires. Would Sunghoon kill you both for this? Yes. But are you clouded with the thought of getting fucked by the man in front of you? Abso-fucking-lty.

Heeseung’s resolve snaps the moment he catches the glint of desire in your eyes, raw and unmistakable. He doesn’t hesitate; his hand grips your face with a roughness that sends a shiver down your spine, dragging you in as his lips crash into yours with an intensity that’s anything but careful. There’s nothing gentle about it - his kiss is fierce, almost aggressive, fueled by pent-up lust that he’s no longer bothering to control, any thoughts about Sunghoon and his warning gone from his mind.

His mouth moves against yours in a frenzy, urgent and demanding, as if he’s trying to devour you whole. His tongue pushes past your lips, claiming your mouth with a possessiveness that leaves you breathless. He tastes like heat and desperation, and you meet him with equal fervour, your tongues tangling in a messy dance of want. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, tugging slightly, almost punishingly, before his mouth slants over yours again, deeper, harder.

Your hands slide up his torso, fingers skimming over the slight ridges of his abs, and he groans into your mouth, a low, guttural sound that sends a surge of heat straight to your core. You’re clawing at him now, nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. Heeseung’s grip on you tightens, his fingers pressing into your waist with bruising force, anchoring you in place as he pours every ounce of his hunger into the kiss.

He presses his body against yours, his arousal evident as his hips grind into you, the hard length of him pressing insistently against your stomach. He’s not holding back anymore, and the feel of him so close, so ready, only makes you more desperate. You arch into him, letting out a small, breathy moan that seems to spur him on. His lips move to your jaw, biting and sucking a path down to your neck, leaving marks that he knows will linger, and you’re gasping, fingers tangled in his hair as you tug him closer.

“Fuck,” he groans against your neck, his voice thick with need. “You drive me crazy. Do you know that?”

Heeseung’s breathing is ragged, hot against your skin as his mouth trails back up, capturing your lips again in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, messy and unrestrained. He shifts his grip, his hands sliding down to your thighs, squeezing them roughly before he hoists you up with ease. Your legs wrap around him, locking tight as he manoeuvres you toward the bedroom you’re currently occupying. The journey is a blur of heated kisses and frantic touches, your nails scraping along his shoulders and arms, urging him on.

He barely pauses as he reaches the bedroom door, booting it open with a forceful kick. The door slams against the wall, but he doesn’t care; he’s too far gone, driven by pure, primal need. With a growl, he tosses you onto the bed, not bothering to be gentle. You bounce slightly on the mattress, the impact sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

Heeseung climbs on top of you, his body pressing you down into the sheets. There’s a wild, almost feral look in his eyes, darkened with lust as he stares down at you. He’s breathing hard, every muscle in his body tense with barely restrained desire, and you can feel the weight of it in the air, thick and charged.

“I need to ruin you,” Heeseung breathes, his voice low, gravelly, and trembling on the edge of a plea and a command. His words are both a question and a demand, and the sheer hunger in his tone sends a shiver coursing through your entire body. “Please, let me ruin you.”

Though he poses the question, he doesn’t give you time to answer; his lips crash into yours with renewed urgency, kissing you with an almost punishing force. It’s all teeth, tongue, and desperation, and you moan into his mouth, matching his intensity, pulling him closer as if you can’t get enough. His hands roam your body with rough, greedy touches, fingers digging into your hips, your waist, everywhere he can reach as if he’s memorising the feel of you under his hands so he can sculpt you out of clay at a later date.

His hips grind into yours, and you gasp at the hard, insistent press of him against your core. Heeseung catches the sound, and his lips curl into a dark, satisfied smirk against your mouth. “God, you’re so needy,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction and barely restrained lust.

Without warning, he grabs the hem of your top, yanking it up and over your head in one swift motion. The fabric catches briefly, but he doesn’t care, he just rips it away, tossing it aside with a growl of impatience. Your bra is next, his fingers hooking under the straps and pulling until the clasp snaps open. He doesn’t bother being gentle, practically tearing it off you, and then he pauses, eyes locked on your bare chest.

“Fuck,” Heeseung breathes, his gaze shamelessly ogling your breasts, drinking in the sight of you with a hunger that makes your heart race. “You’re perfect.” The way he looks at you - like he’s starving and you’re the only thing that can satisfy him - makes heat pool low in your belly.

Before you can respond, he lowers his mouth, capturing one of your nipples between his lips with a sudden, rough intensity. His tongue flicks against the sensitive bud, hot and wet, before he sucks hard, drawing a gasp from your throat as your back arches instinctively. The contrast between the softness of his lips, the roughness of his tongue, and the sharp bite of his teeth has you moaning his name, each sensation driving you wild.

“Heeseung, fuck-” you gasp, your voice breaking as he switches between sucking, licking, and lightly nipping at your sensitive skin. Each movement sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you buck your hips up into his, desperate for more friction, more of him, everywhere.

Heeseung’s free hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your heated skin, teasing the waistband of your pants before slipping beneath. His touch is bold, impatient, and he doesn’t waste time, finding your folds with practised ease. The moment his fingers make contact, you both let out a sharp gasp. You’re wet, slick with arousal, and the feel of you against his fingers is enough to make him groan low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your nipple as he continues to work you with his mouth.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice a rough, breathless whisper. “All this for me?”

His fingers dip into your folds, sliding through your slickness with an agonizingly slow, deliberate motion that leaves you breathless. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation, and you can feel the heat building, your core tightening as his fingers tease your entrance. Heeseung’s thumb brushes over your clit, drawing a strangled moan from your lips, and he groans in response, the sound low and primal.

He keeps one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he slowly pushes a finger inside you, feeling you stretch and clench around him. You’re so tight, so hot, and the feeling of his finger sliding in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot, has your hips bucking wildly against his hand. The combined sensation of his mouth tugging on your sensitive nipple and his fingers pumping into you is almost too much to bear.

“Heeseung, please,” you whimper, your hands fisting the sheets as you grind against his fingers, needing more, needing everything. The relentless rhythm of his fingers, the way his tongue circles and flicks your nipple, has you on the edge, your entire body buzzing with electric heat.

Heeseung’s teeth graze your nipple, biting down just enough to send a shockwave of pleasure and pain through you, and you cry out, hips jerking up as your body seeks more contact, more friction. “You like that?” he rasps, his voice thick with need. “The way I’m making you feel?”

All you can do is moan in response, every nerve in your body alight with the need to be filled, touched, consumed. His fingers slide deeper, curling against your most sensitive spot, and he pulls your nipple with his teeth, sending a fresh wave of ecstasy crashing through you. It’s raw, it’s overwhelming, and you can feel yourself unravelling under his touch, driven by the pure, primal lust that courses between you both.

"Please, Heeseung, faster..." you moan breathlessly, your voice breaking with need as your eyes flutter shut. You let yourself drown in the sensations, feeling every curl of his fingers inside of you, the way they press and drag against your walls with deliberate precision. The pleasure is dizzying, your body tensing and writhing in rhythm with each thrust of his hand.

Heeseung’s mouth finally detaches from your nipple, the cool air against your wet skin sending a shiver through you as he brings his face up, so close that his breath fans over your lips. His eyes are dark, charged with lust and something almost predatory, and the sight only fuels the fire burning inside you. “Can you handle it, angel?” he asks, his tone laced with a teasing mockery that makes your skin prickle.

“Yeah...” you pant, shamelessly meeting his gaze, a wild smile spreading across your face. “Go as rough as you want. You wanted to ruin me, right?”

It’s a challenge, and one he’s more than willing to accept. Heeseung’s expression shifts instantly, his entire demeanour hardening with a new, unrestrained intensity. His fingers move faster, plunging into you with renewed vigour as his thumb finds your clit, circling it in tight, relentless motions that have your thighs trembling. The sudden increase in pace sends your senses spiralling, your body arching up to meet every thrust, every swipe of his thumb against your swollen bud. It’s as if you’re floating, weightless, caught in a whirlwind of pure, unfiltered pleasure.

You can’t control the way your body moves with his hand, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat that’s building in your core. Nothing is enough; you need more, need him deeper, harder, faster. Heeseung notices your desperation, the way you’re writhing beneath him, your hips rolling and grinding into his touch, and he smirks, a dark and knowing look flashing in his eyes.

“You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he scoffs, his tone mocking but laced with the kind of filthy affection that makes your entire body quiver. The words send a shock of heat straight through you, and you can’t help the loud, unabashed moan that escapes your lips. His fingers curl inside you, pressing into the perfect spot, and your entire body convulses, thighs trembling as his touch sends you higher.

“Heeseung!” you mewl, your voice breaking in pure happiness, pleasure dancing through your veins. The way his fingers stretch you, three of them now pushing inside, filling you, twisting and curling as his thumb continues to work your clit, is mind-numbing. The steady, relentless pace of his movements combined with the filthy words pouring from his mouth has you seeing stars.

“Oh, you like being called a slut, huh?” Heeseung taunts, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he watches you unravel beneath him. Your response, the way your body responds to his every touch and word, only spurs him on, feeding into the raw, carnal energy between you.

Heeseung leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, so close that you can feel every word as he whispers them. His teeth sink into your earlobe, rough and possessive, and the sharp sting makes you yelp, the sound quickly dissolving into a breathy moan. “What if I started calling you my pretty slut, huh?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with ownership.

The words hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that sends a fresh rush of arousal pooling between your thighs. You feel it, slick and hot, running past his fingers and down your ass cheek, coating you in the evidence of just how much you want this, how much you want him. 

“God, Heeseung,” you gasp, your hips bucking wildly against his hand, desperate and unashamed. His fingers pump into you faster, curling with each thrust, hitting all the right spots that make your mind go blank. You’re lost in the overwhelming sensation, every nerve alight with the tight, twisting pleasure that coils inside you, winding tighter and tighter until you’re right on the edge, ready to snap.

“You’re soaking me,” he teases, his voice low and rough, edged with dark amusement as he feels the fresh wave of arousal coating his fingers. “You really do like being called mine, don’t you?”

Your body answers him before you do, your back arching, and you nod eagerly, biting your lip to suppress the needy moans that threaten to spill out. You’re so close, so achingly close to that release, the familiar knot of pleasure inside you tightening with each movement of his hand. But just as you’re about to tip over the edge, Heeseung shifts his body, his fingers slowing down, easing up on their relentless pace, and the knot inside you begins to unravel, pulling you back from the brink.

Your eyes snap open, frustration flashing across your face as Heeseung shakes his head, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “You need to use your words, or else I’ll stop,” he warns, his tone firm and commanding. “Understand?”

You go to nod again, but before you can, Heeseung withdraws his thumb from your clit and presses his palm flat against it instead, the sudden change making you cry out. The weight of his hand on your sensitive nub sends jolts of pleasure sparking through you, but it’s not enough - it's maddeningly close, yet just shy of the friction you need. You try to move, to grind against his palm, but Heeseung holds you down, his strength keeping your hips pinned as he presses his hand more firmly against your pulsing clit.

The rough texture of his skin brushing against your sensitive flesh without the full contact you crave is enough to make you squirm in frustration. You look up at him, your eyes pleading, but Heeseung’s gaze is expectant, patient, and utterly dominant as he watches you, waiting for you to obey him.

“Fuck, yes, yes! I’ll use my words,” you gasp, your voice high and trembling with need. You’re teetering on the brink of losing control, and the need to reach your peak overrides every ounce of pride. “Now please, Heeseung, make me cum.”

Heeseung’s smirk widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he hears you beg, your desperation feeding his ego. “See? Was that so hard?” he mocks, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. His fingers resume their movement, thrusting into you with renewed vigour, but this time there’s no hesitation, no teasing. He’s relentless, driving his fingers deep and fast, scissoring and curling them just right, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

His thumb returns to your clit, circling with precise, punishing speed, and the friction is immediate and overwhelming. The knot inside you tightens rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until it’s a white-hot ball of pleasure, ready to explode. Your entire body moves in sync with his hand, hips rolling and grinding as you chase the friction, the pleasure building to an unbearable intensity.

“God, yes, Heeseung!” you cry out, your voice breaking as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. Your walls clamp down around his fingers, the pressure inside you reaching its peak. Heeseung watches you with a fierce, unyielding intensity, his eyes never leaving your face as he works you over that final threshold.

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice thick with satisfaction as he feels you tightening around him, your entire body trembling. “Let go for me. Cum for me, pretty girl.”

His words are the final push you need, and you shatter, pleasure ripping through you in powerful, uncontrollable waves. Your vision blurs and your entire body tenses as you cum hard around his fingers, each pulse sending shockwaves of bliss through your veins. Heeseung doesn’t let up, his fingers continuing their relentless pace, drawing out every ounce of your climax until you’re a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

You’re barely aware of anything but the overwhelming sensation as your orgasm crashes over you, drowning out everything else. The tight coil of pleasure finally snaps, leaving you gasping and spent, your body still twitching in the aftermath as Heeseung slows his movements, easing you down gently from your high.

You’re left panting, completely undone, and Heeseung’s gaze remains fixed on you, his eyes dark and full of pride. He pulls his fingers out slowly, savouring the way you shudder at the loss, and he smirks, bringing them up to his lips. Heeseung licks them clean, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you, and the sight is enough to send another shiver down your spine.

“You did so well,” Heeseung murmurs, his voice thick with a twisted mix of pride and possessiveness. His lips capture yours in a kiss that's slower now but still burning with heat, and you melt into it, savoring the lingering buzz of your orgasm coursing through you. His mouth is unyielding against yours, claiming, almost as if he’s staking his territory on your lips. He pulls back, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes hooded and dark. “But we aren’t done,” he growls, the words dripping with intent that sends a fresh pulse of arousal through your core.

Heeseung's hands are on you instantly, grabbing the waistband of your bottoms and yanking them down, taking your underwear along in one swift, almost impatient motion. There’s no care in the way he tosses them aside, as if the only thing that matters is having you bare and exposed in front of him. The cool air hits your damp skin, and you shiver, every nerve ending alight as you lie there completely vulnerable under his predatory gaze.

Heeseung’s eyes roam over you, dark and hungry, lingering on every curve, every inch of your flushed skin. There’s a flicker of something wild in his expression, something that makes your heart race as he drinks in the sight of you. His hands move to his own waist, dipping into his grey sweats, and he pushes them down, revealing himself inch by agonizing inch. When his cock finally springs free, you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips.

He’s even more than you imagined - thick, veined, and curving up just right, flushed a deep, enticing pink that makes your mouth water. At least seven inches, standing proud and heavy against his stomach, and the sight alone has your thighs clenching with anticipation. You can almost feel it already, dragging against your walls, filling you so perfectly that your empty core aches in response.

Heeseung notices the way your eyes are glued to him, the shameless hunger written all over your face, and his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “Like what you see, huh?” he taunts, his tone low and laced with mocking arrogance as he wraps a hand around his length, stroking himself slowly. His cock twitches in his grip, precum beading at the tip and dribbling down, and the sight makes your breath hitch.

“Heeseung,” you whimper, your voice filled with desperate need. You’re aching to feel him inside you, to have that perfect thickness stretching you open, but Heeseung doesn’t move, content to watch you squirm. Your hips shift on the bed, trying to relieve the unbearable emptiness, but he just tightens his grip on his cock, refusing to give you what you so clearly crave.

“You’re fucking shameless,” he mocks, his voice dripping with condescension. He runs the head of his cock teasingly through your slick folds, not quite pushing in, just enough to make you shiver. “Dripping all over my cock.”

You shudder, the tip of him nudging against your entrance, teasing but not quite entering, and it’s maddening. “Please, Heeseung, fucking move,” you beg, barely able to keep your voice steady. Your hands fly to his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but he doesn’t budge, relishing every second of your desperation.

“What’s the rush, huh?” he says, feigning innocence, though his voice is edged with a dark, sadistic thrill. “Thought you wanted me to ruin you?”

His words hang in the air, taunting, and your body responds on instinct, your hips bucking up, trying to force him deeper. Heeseung lets you feel the head of his cock press in just a little more, but then he pulls back, chuckling darkly as you whine in frustration. The teasing is almost too much, and the smirk on his face tells you he’s enjoying every second of your torment.

“Fuck, please,” you plead, every ounce of pride gone, replaced by pure, unfiltered need. “I need it so bad, Heeseung.”

Finally, he seems satisfied, and his smirk fades into something darker, more feral. “That’s more like it,” he growls, and in one smooth motion, he pushes forward, his cock sinking into you inch by agonising inch. The stretch is perfect, your walls clenching around him as he fills you completely, and you gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of him dragging against your insides.

Heeseung doesn’t wait - doesn’t give you time to adjust. He pulls back and slams into you again, the force making the bed creak and your breath hitch. It’s rough and relentless, the curve of his cock hitting all the right spots, and you can’t help the cry that escapes your lips. Your nails dig into his back, trying to anchor yourself, but Heeseung is unyielding, setting a punishing rhythm that leaves you breathless.

“Look at you,” he pants, his voice rough and laced with mockery as he watches you unravel beneath him. “So fucking desperate. How long have you wanted this?”

His words make you clench tighter around him, your body responding to his taunts in a way that makes your cheeks burn with a mix of shame and arousal. Heeseung notices, and he chuckles, low and dark, leaning in close enough that his breath brushes your ear.

“Tell me,” he growls, his tone edged with a threat that sends a thrill of anticipation through you. “Use those words, or I’ll get them out of you.”

A wicked idea sparks in your mind, and instead of answering, you clamp your mouth shut, biting down on your lip to keep any sounds from escaping. You look up at him, eyes gleaming with defiance and smirk. The challenge in your gaze is unmistakable, and you see something dark and feral flicker in Heeseung’s eyes as he realizes what you’re doing.

Heeseung loves submissive partners - loves when they give in to him completely. But there’s something about a brat, something about the way they fight back, that lets him unleash everything he’s got. And the way you’re looking at him now, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, makes his blood pump with a mixture of lust and exhilaration.

“Oh, you want to play like that?” he snarls, the dangerous edge in his voice making your heart race. Without warning, his hand moves up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck with an almost brutal grip. His hand is big, easily encompassing your throat, and the pressure he applies makes his veins pop, the sight of them making your breath hitch.

Heeseung squeezes, and your airways constrict, your eyes widening as you feel the breath leaving your lungs. “You’re gonna want to gasp for air soon,” he taunts, his voice a low, menacing rumble that sends a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your core.

The lack of air combined with the relentless thrust of his cock deep inside you creates a dizzying, intoxicating sensation. Your brain starts to feel lighter, like you’re floating, and the world around you blurs as the pressure in your throat increases. You can still breathe—just barely - but the tiny gasps you manage through your nose aren’t enough, leaving you light-headed and playing a dangerous game.

And fuck, do you love it.

Heeseung’s grip tightens even more, cutting off your air completely, and your body thrums with a heady mix of fear and arousal. You’re drowning in the feeling of him everywhere - his cock driving into you, his hand choking the life out of you, and the overwhelming intensity of it all sends you spiralling into a blissful, euphoric state.

Your body goes slack beneath him, every muscle relaxed as you give in to the sensation, the lack of oxygen making everything else sharper, more intense. Your vision starts to blur at the edges, darkness creeping in, but you hold onto the pleasure, focusing on the way his cock drags against your walls, filling you so perfectly that it almost hurts.

Heeseung watches you closely, the way your lips part in a desperate attempt to take in air, the way your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the haze. He knows you’re close, knows that the combination of his rough treatment and the lack of air is pushing you to your limit.

“God, you’re such a greedy little slut,” he hisses, thrusting harder, and you arch up into him, every nerve ending buzzing with electric pleasure. “Can’t get enough, can you?”

You’re too far gone to respond, too caught up in the overwhelming sensation of him pounding into you, each thrust rougher than the last. Your mind is hazy, clouded with lust, and all you can do is moan his name, your body moving instinctively to meet his every thrust.

Heeseung’s grip loosens from your throat, and you suck in a desperate gasp of air, your lungs burning with the sudden rush of oxygen. The pace of his thrusts is relentless, brutal, and all-consuming, driving you closer and closer to the precipice. Your world is reduced to the slick, punishing rhythm of his cock inside you, the tight coil in your stomach winding impossibly tight. You’re so close, teetering on the edge of blissful oblivion, when Heeseung’s voice cuts through the haze.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” he taunts, his tone ragged and dripping with sadistic pleasure. “Do it. Cum for me, and let everyone know how much you love getting fucked like this.”

As if by magic, Heeseung’s words come to fruition and as the last word leaves his mouth, Jake is standing frozen in the doorway, his expression a mix of shock and something heat-provoking. He shouldn’t be here - shouldn’t be seeing this - but there’s no stopping himself, the way his eyes linger on you, on the way your body arches and moves under Heeseung’s control. His jaw is slack, lips slightly parted as he struggles to process the scene in front of him, but he can’t hide the lust in his gaze, the unmistakable arousal that flares as he hears the sounds of your moans echoing through the room.

Heeseung notices Jake almost instantly, his rhythm never faltering. Instead of shouting at him to get out or shielding you from Jake’s gaze, Heeseung smirks, his lips curling into something wicked and taunting. He rolls his hips into you once more, and you cry out, lost in the sensation and unaware of the unexpected visitor.

“Jake,” Heeseung calls out, his voice dripping with arrogance and something like amusement. He gestures with a nod of his head. “Come here. She’s a handful.”

Jake hesitates only for a moment, clearly dazed by the invitation and the surreal reality of the situation. But then, as if drawn by some invisible force, he steps inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. He moves to the side of the bed, eyes flickering between you and Heeseung, still trying to wrap his head around what’s happening.

You see him then, and the shame washes over you like ice water, your impending orgasm slipping away in the heat of the moment as you flush red for a different reason. You instinctively try to cover yourself, hands moving up to shield your chest, but Heeseung’s grip is ironclad and he catches your jaw with a firm, possessive hold, forcing your gaze back to his.

“Don’t be embarrassed, angel,” Heeseung murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear, his hips slowing just enough to make your frustration mount. “You want him, don’t you? I see the way you look at him when he calls you pretty names.”

You can’t deny it - the truth in his words makes your core tighten, clenching around nothing as you imagine Jake’s touch, the thought of both of them overwhelming you. You’ve craved this in the darkest corners of your mind, and now, with Jake standing there watching you, your desire is laid bare.

“Yes…please, I want him,” you confess, voice trembling with need and a hint of shame.

Heeseung’s smirk widens, his expression turning mocking and cruel. “See? I knew a slut like you couldn’t be satisfied with just one cock.” His hand comes down in a light but sharp slap across your cheek, and you gasp, the sting mingling with pleasure that leaves you breathless.

Jake’s eyes darken at the action, flickering with concern at the derogatory name and the harshness of Heeseung’s treatment. But then he sees the way you smile up at them, your expression dazed and blissful, a spark of euphoria igniting in your gaze that tells him all he needs to know. You want this. You want to be used, claimed, and taken by both of them. Harshly and roughly.

Brushing his fingers along the mark on your cheek, Jake soothes the pain. His touch is warm and careful, but there’s a hunger behind it, a dark intensity in his eyes that makes your pulse quicken. He looks down at you, his expression a mixture of adoration but menacing intent.

“Our pretty girl,” Jake murmurs, his voice low and velvety, tinged with a heat that sends a shiver down your spine. “Who knew you were so filthy?”

Heeseung’s gaze snaps to Jake, his possessiveness flaring instantly. “My pretty girl,” he corrects sharply, his tone dripping with dominance and a clear line of ownership. “You’re just here to help out.” Heeseung’s words are a clear warning, a statement of his claim over you, even in this shared moment. He’s willing to let Jake in because it’s what you crave, but he won’t let anyone - especially not Jake - forget who you truly belong to.

Now that he has you, he’s never letting you go. Not Jake nor Sunghoon is taking you away from him.

Jake’s eyes flash with understanding and he nods slightly, accepting Heeseung’s terms even if he isn’t too happy about it. You’re beautiful in every way and he would want nothing more than to call you his, but he knows about Heeseung’s fascination with you.

Jake has seen all the times Heeseung walks out of the room when you’re getting too close to one another. At first, he thought it was to give you and Jake alone time, but with every slam of a door or huff, he soon realised that Heeseung was in fact jealous and couldn’t bear to see the sight of you curled up with someone who wasn’t him. It doesn’t help that you’ve never been close to Heeseung the way you are Jake, but the Aussie blames that on his friend’s lack of initiative. 

Clearly, he finally took the initiative by the looks of his cock ramming into you sharply.  So, Jake takes this opportunity, if it’s between one night of sharing you, or not at all, he’s taking the first option. 

Heeseung’s grip on your jaw tightens just a fraction, and he leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re mine, angel. Always.” His eyes flicker to Jake, silently reminding him of the rules, before focusing back on you, his thrusts picking up speed again, driving into you with a new found vigour.

Your grip on the bedsheets tightens as you brace yourself, the soft fabric bunched between your fingers, knuckles turning white as you thrash beneath Heeseung. You’re barely aware of Jake watching every moment, every reaction—none of it matters anymore. The thick, pulsing drag of Heeseung’s cock has you keening, the heavy, relentless throb of his tip pressing against your walls with every hard thrust sending you spiraling into a delirium of pleasure.

The intensity of it all - the way Heeseung fills you so completely, the way his hips drive into you with a brutal, punishing rhythm - pushes you closer and closer to the edge. As your second orgasm builds, white-hot and all-consuming, it’s too much, almost unbearable. You instinctively try to pull away, shifting your hips back to gain even the slightest bit of relief. But Heeseung is quicker, his hands clamp down on your hips with a bruising grip, fingers digging into your skin.

"Don’t you fucking dare," he growls, his tone laced with anger and something darker, like the mere thought of you taking yourself away from him is the worst kind of betrayal. His gaze is wild, his brow furrowed with barely contained frustration, and it’s clear there’s a flip switch inside him - something more aggressive, more dominant than you’ve ever seen.

A sharp slap lands on your cheek, harder than before, the sting blooming hot across your skin and sending a shock straight to your core. “Don’t run away from what you want,” Heeseung hisses through clenched teeth, his thrusts not slowing for even a second. The sting mixes with the pleasure, and you feel yourself clenching around him, torn between pain and desire. You know you’ve pushed him over the edge, coaxed him into this rough, untamed version of himself, and you revel in it, loving the back and forth, the give and take of control.

“Jake, hold her arms,” Heeseung commands, his voice sharp and demanding, finally bringing Jake fully into the mix.

Jake’s hands are on you immediately, rough and firm as he yanks your arms above your head, pinning your wrists against the mattress. He pulls you slightly, stretching you out and arching your back off the bed. The new angle sends you reeling, Heeseung’s cock hitting deeper, impossibly so, opening you up in a way that has you gasping for breath. You’re splayed out before them, exposed and vulnerable, and the combination of Jake’s tight grip and Heeseung’s punishing pace leaves you completely at their mercy.

Heeseung’s thumb finds your clit again, pressing down with just enough force to make you cry out. “You’re going to cum for me,” he growls, voice rough and dripping with command. His hips snap against yours, relentless and punishing, and his thumb moves with practised precision, rubbing tight, fast circles that have you teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

Your vision blurs and all you can feel is the overwhelming pressure inside you, the knot in your stomach that has been pulled to it’s limits finally snaps with blinding intensity. You scream out, your entire body tensing as the orgasm crashes over you in violent, shuddering waves. It’s all too much, your body convulsing uncontrollably as Heeseung keeps driving into you, his thumb never relenting on your clit, prolonging your pleasure until you’re nearly sobbing from the sheer intensity of it.

Heeseung doesn’t let up, his pace unyielding, fucking you through your climax with a savage determination. Your slick walls clamp down around him, spasming with every drag of his cock, and he lets out a strangled groan, his control slipping as he chases his release. You’re lost to the sensation, barely able to form coherent thoughts as your climax drags on, each wave cresting higher than the last until you’re left shaking and spent beneath him.

“Fuck, Heeseung,” you cry out breathlessly, the desperate need in your voice undeniable. “Cum inside me, please, please, please.” You’re beyond humiliation now, too lost in the heat of it all to care about anything but the aching emptiness you feel whenever he’s not filling you.

But just as you plead, Heeseung pulls out, the sudden emptiness leaving you whimpering and clenching around nothing. The slick, wet sound of him slipping free echoes in the room, and he fists his cock, pumping it with fast, urgent strokes. His chest heaves, muscles taut and glistening with sweat as he works himself to the brink, his grip on you tightening with every jerk of his wrist. The sight of him above you - his face twisted in pleasure, his eyes wild and unfocused - is enough to make you ache with need all over again.

With a low, guttural groan, Heeseung spills over you, thick ropes of cum painting your stomach and chest, marking you his territory. The heat of it hits your skin, and you watch as he works himself through the last pulses of his release, his jaw clenched and his body trembling. Heeseung’s chest rises and falls heavily, his breaths ragged as he lets go, the last of his cum splattering across your body. He leans back, admiring the mess he’s made, his cock still twitching in his hand as he slowly comes down from his high.

“You need to behave if you want my cum, angel,” Heeseung says, his voice low and mocking, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he looks down at you. His thumb brushes over the sticky mess on your skin, smearing it just to make a point. You shiver, the ache and desire mixing into something intoxicating, and you know this won’t be the last time you push him like this - because the way Heeseung loses control when he’s with you is something you’ll never get enough of.

Jake’s grip loosens slightly, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over your wrists, soothing the faint ache left behind by his earlier roughness. His touch is a stark contrast to the raw intensity of everything that’s just happened, but his eyes tell a different story - dark, hungry, and locked onto you with an unwavering focus. His gaze travels over your body, lingering on the mess Heeseung left on your stomach, your heaving chest, and the subtle, involuntary shake of your legs. You’re a beautiful wreck, panting softly, your entire body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Jake can’t help but be mesmerized by the sight.

Heeseung notices the way Jake’s expression shifts, the unmistakable desire written all over his face. “You want to clean her up?” Heeseung’s voice drips with amusement, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches his friend’s restraint begin to crack. Heeseung’s fingers dip between your folds, collecting some of your slick before he brings his digits to his mouth, savouring the taste with a low, satisfied moan. “She’s fucking delicious.”

The taste of you floods Jake’s senses, and he loses himself in the moment, the sweet and salty blend of your release making his eyes flutter shut as he dives in deeper. He works his tongue expertly, slipping between your folds and circling your swollen clit before dipping down to explore your entrance, lapping up every drop of your arousal with an insatiable hunger. 

Jake doesn’t need any more encouragement. An avid pussy eater, he’s practically salivating at the opportunity, his lips curling into a smile as he bites down on his lower lip. He moves swiftly, coming around the bed to position himself between your trembling thighs. Heeseung steps back, giving him space, though his watchful eyes never leave you. Jake starts slow, his tongue darting out to deliver soft kitten licks against your sensitive folds.

His touch is featherlight at first, a teasing exploration that makes your body jolt with renewed need. You can’t help but arch into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, seeking more, silently begging for him to go faster.

You’re lost to the pleasure, moaning and grinding against his mouth, and Jake takes it all in stride, responding to every twitch and pull of your body as he picks up the pace, his lips and tongue moving in perfect rhythm. He feasts on you like you’re the only thing that matters, each flick and swirl sending jolts of pleasure through your already overstimulated core.

Heeseung watches the scene unfold, his jaw clenched as he listens to your moans. Jake’s face is buried between your legs, and it’s clear from the way your back arches and your thighs tighten around his head that he’s damn good at what he’s doing. Heeseung can’t deny the jealousy simmering beneath his calm exterior. As much as he loves seeing you fall apart, he wants to be the one pulling those sounds from you, the one making you lose control.

Dragging his fingers along your torso, Heeseung collects some of the sticky mess he left on your skin, his cum still warm and glistening. “Open up, angel,” he orders, his voice laced with menace. You’re too far gone, drowning in the sensations Jake is giving you, but you obey without question, parting your lips wide and waiting with your tongue out like a perfect little submissive.

Heeseung pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting the salty tang of his cum coat your tongue. “Suck,” he commands, and you comply immediately, hollowing your cheeks around his fingers and drawing them in deeper. You swirl your tongue over his digits, tasting every drop, your eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the bitter and intoxicating mix of him. 

Watching you intently, Heeseung is mesmerised by the sight of you sucking so eagerly, his fingers slick with your saliva and his cum. He pushes in further, teasing the back of your throat, feeling the soft gag that makes you whimper around him, desperate and wanting more.

Meanwhile, Jake is completely absorbed in his own task, his tongue working tirelessly as he devours you. His nose brushing against your mound, his lips and tongue moving in tandem as he dips deeper, swirling his tongue inside your stretched, pulsing hole. You can feel every stroke, every flick, and it’s driving you mad, the pleasure so intense it has you bucking your hips against his face, searching for every ounce of friction you can get.

Watching you writhe and moan, Heeseung feels something shift within him. There’s a flicker of fondness, something warm and possessive that cuts through his dominant facade, just for a miniscule of a second. He wants every piece of himself inside you, to claim you in ways that go beyond just the physical but he pushes it down quickly, promising himself he’ll come back to that once he’s done with you here. He needs to give you everything you want at this moment, and that isn’t tender touches and soft kisses.

Pushing your jaw down with his fingers against your tongue, Heeseung pries you open just a fraction wider. He leans in close, his eyes dark and intense, and without warning, he spits into your mouth, the warm liquid mixing with the mess on your tongue. “Swallow,” he says, his voice low and commanding. You do as you’re told, choking back a swallow even with his fingers still invading your mouth, feeling the weight of his spit mix with everything else, and the act itself only heightens the filthy pleasure coursing through you. You’ve never felt so wanted, so owned, and it’s everything you’ve ever craved.

Jake keeps his pace, and Heeseung watches with a mix of satisfaction and jealousy, knowing that while Jake might get to taste you, it’s Heeseung’s name that you’re whispering, it’s Heeseung who’s truly claimed you. But he can’t let Jake have all the fun down there.

Watching the way Jake devours you, his mouth slick and greedy against your pussy, his jealousy flares up even as he feels the rush of satisfaction at seeing you come undone. He wants to feel you trembling beneath his tongue, taste you again as you unravel. 

Withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, Heeseung moves to join Jake, his presence commanding as he circles to where the younger boy is still lost in you.

Jake’s head lifts just slightly when he feels Heeseung’s proximity, eyes narrowing in playful defensiveness. “No way, man, you ain’t taking over,” he mutters, his voice breathless, lips glistening with your slick. Heeseung simply rolls his eyes, unfazed by the challenge. 

Instead of pushing Jake away, Heeseung moves in closer, nudging Jake just enough to the side so that they both have room to work. “She said she wanted both of us,” Heeseung smirks, his tone smug and self-assured. “I’m just giving her what she wants.”

Jake, still high on the taste of you, nods in agreement, accepting Heeseung’s presence beside him. As long as he gets to keep his mouth on you, keep drawing those sweet, desperate sounds from your lips, he’s willing to share the space. Heeseung’s head dips down beside Jake’s, and the two of them work in perfect, sinful harmony, their mouths colliding as they lick and suck at your folds, both eager to claim their share of you. Their noses brush against each other, their breath mingling in heated puffs as they take turns devouring you, neither willing to give up the spot.

The sensation is overwhelming - two mouths on you at once, tongues weaving over one another, sometimes colliding and sometimes complementing, creating a dizzying, chaotic rhythm that has you seeing stars. Heeseung’s tongue is precise and teasing, swirling around your clit with practised ease, while Jake’s is more fervent, desperate and hungry as he licks broad, eager strokes from your entrance up to the sensitive bundle of nerves Heeseung is working on. The way their tongues dance over each other sends electric shocks up your spine; it’s hot and heavy, a messy, wet collision of pleasure that makes your entire body hum. 

This is truly what dreams are made of.

Every lick, every flick of their tongues against your swollen clit and dripping folds sends you spiralling closer to the edge. Jake’s hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he holds you open for both of them. Heeseung’s tongue dips lower, tasting you deeply, swirling inside your entrance before flicking back up to meet Jake’s. They take turns teasing you, their movements synchronised in a wicked, unspoken dance that leaves you gasping and writhing. It’s filthy and intimate, the feel of their mouths and their rough, needy breaths making your skin burn with want.

You can’t take it anymore. The coil inside you tightens with a force that’s almost painful, your third orgasm approaching with a relentless, ferocious speed. You try to hold on, try to prolong the moment, but it’s useless; the dual sensation of their mouths on you, the way their tongues move and taste you, has you spinning out of control. Your fingers claw at the sheets before finding purchase in their hair, grabbing onto both of them as your hips buck wildly.

“I’m cumming - fuck, I’m cumming!” you scream, your voice breaking, your entire body seizing as the orgasm rips through you with blinding intensity. The release is violent and all-consuming, your juices flooding their mouths as you squirt, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. 

Your release is powerful and sudden, a gush of warm, clear fluid spraying from your core in rhythmic pulses, splashing against their faces and dripping down your thighs. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve felt—wild and uncontrolled, your entire body shaking as you let go completely.

Both Heeseung and Jake are caught in the torrent, and they react instantly, their mouths wide open and eager to catch every drop. Jake groans, eyes squeezed shut as your release coats his lips, chin, and cheeks, his tongue flicking out desperately to catch the taste of you. He presses his face closer, unashamedly drinking you in, his movements more frantic as he swallows your essence, the wet sound of his slurping mixing with your breathless cries.

Heeseung, on the other hand, keeps his mouth firmly on your clit, feeling the rush of your squirt spray against him as he sucks and flicks over your swollen nub. The force of your orgasm sends jets of your wetness splashing against his lips, some of it dripping messily down his neck. His eyes stay fixed on you, half-lidded and dark with lust, groaning in satisfaction as he devours you, tongue flicking at your sensitive clit even as you tremble and buck from the intensity of it all.

The way they’re lapping at you, hungry and relentless, only prolongs your squirting, your body giving everything it has as you flood their mouths with your release. Your thighs quiver violently around their heads, your back arching off the bed as the last spurts drench their faces and mix with the slick heat of their tongues. You can feel it everywhere - your release dripping down, soaking into the sheets, and covering their skin. It’s filthy, raw, and utterly electrifying, leaving you gasping and trembling as the final shudders of your climax ebb away.

Laying there, you gaze up at the ceiling, overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude for everything that has transpired. This is beyond anything you’ve ever imagined, a blissful euphoria that washes over you in waves. As you replay the events in your mind, you realize just how perfectly everything fell into place. If you or Heeseung had acted on this sooner, there’s no telling if Jake would be here with you now, completing this experience in a way you never expected. Timing really is everything.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely register Heeseung’s strong hands pulling at your arm, coaxing you into a sitting position. Your body feels limp, heavy with the aftershocks of your intense climax, but Heeseung is persistent, supporting your weight as he brings you upright. His warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, “You’ve made such a mess, angel.” His voice is low and teasing, sending shivers down your spine. He nods towards Jake, who stands by the bed, his face and chest drenched in your release. “Your slutty little act got Jake soaked. You better get him out of those clothes, huh?”

Jake’s eyes light up at Heeseung’s words, a mix of excitement and disbelief crossing his features. He had half-expected Heeseung to kick him out after what just happened, but the realization that this night is far from over fills him with eager anticipation. Heeseung's possessiveness is still palpable, but there’s a clear invitation in his words—a chance for Jake to fully join in.

Despite the fatigue settling into your limbs, a satisfied smile tugs at your lips. You nod in agreement, knowing that as spent as you are, the hunger for more is still burning inside you. Heeseung was right - you are a lot to handle, and you love it.

Jake’s cock stands proudly before you, a little shorter but thicker than Heeseung’s, veins bulging along its length, and the tip flushed a deep pink. It throbs with anticipation, precum already beading at the slit, and your mouth waters at the sight. You glance up at Jake, who’s watching you with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling with quickened breaths.

Gathering the last of your energy, you crawl to the edge of the bed where Jake is standing. His t-shirt clings to his skin, wet and sticky from your release, and you peel it away from his body, revealing his toned chest beneath. The fabric resists slightly, almost glued to him, but you tug it off, discarding it carelessly to the side. Your fingers move to his jeans, deftly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper, feeling the weight of his arousal straining against the denim.

As you tug his jeans down, you can’t help but notice how his cock springs free, heavy and thick, even shorter than Heeseung’s, but undeniably tempting.

Heeseung moves behind you, his hands massaging your shoulders, his touch firm yet soothing. “Go on, angel,” he purrs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Suck his cock like the slut you are. Make him nice and hard.” His tongue flicks out, tracing the curve of your ear before he bites your lobe, a low growl rumbling in his throat. His voice drops to a menacing whisper, a warning laced with dominance. “Remember, you’re mine. Don’t let him cum in your mouth, or I’ll make sure you never get a drop of mine. Got it?”

The thought of Heeseung’s cum buried deep inside you sends a fresh wave of longing through your body, the ache intensifying at the reminder that he denied you earlier. You whine softly, desperate to please, knowing that you’ll do anything to earn that reward.

You start slow, your hand wrapping around the base of Jake’s cock, feeling the thick, pulsing heat in your palm. Your tongue darts out, flicking over the tip to taste the salty precum gathered there, and Jake’s breath hitches, his hips twitching forward slightly. You take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the head, sucking gently as you inch down his length. The taste of him fills your mouth, and you hum in satisfaction, the vibration making Jake groan above you.

Jake’s reaction only spurs you on. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head, creating a wet, slurping sound that fills the room. Your tongue swirls around his shaft, tracing the thick veins and teasing the sensitive underside, making him moan low and deep, his hands fisting in the sheets. The way he reacts to you—his breathless gasps, the way his hips jerk forward uncontrollably—fuels your desire, making you suck harder, faster, wanting to see him unravel.

Heeseung watches you with dark, hungry eyes, his own arousal reigniting as he takes in the sight of you working Jake’s cock. His hand moves to his own length, stroking himself in time with the rhythm of your head bobbing on Jake’s cock. The jealousy is there, a bitter edge that makes him want to rip Jake away from you, but he holds back, knowing that this is all part of his plan. You need to get Jake nice and ready for what Heeseung has planned next.

As you focus on Jake, your hips start to rise involuntarily, your body seeking more stimulation, almost begging for attention. Heeseung’s eyes catch the movement, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your ass sway in front of him. There’s no way you’re sucking Jake’s cock without offering yourself to Heeseung like that. He can’t resist the invitation.

Without warning, Heeseung’s hand comes down on your ass with a loud smack, the sharp sting making you cry out around Jake’s cock. The vibration travels through Jake’s length, and he groans, his head falling back as he feels it shoot straight to his balls.

“Fuck… Heeseung, do that again,” Jake breathes out, his voice strained with pleasure.

Heeseung obliges, his hand coming down harder on your ass this time, the force of the slap sending a jolt of pain-pleasure straight to your core. You cry out again, your throat tightening around Jake’s cock as you take him deeper, the sensation making him groan louder, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.

“Such a fucking slut,” Heeseung mocks, his tone filled with dark amusement as he soothes the reddened skin of your ass with gentle strokes, then leans down to press a kiss against it. “Bet she even loves her ass being played with.”

“Bet she does,” Jake echoes, his voice rough, his face scrunched up in pleasure as your tongue runs along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

Heeseung wastes no time in spreading your legs wider, his fingers tracing the slick folds of your cheeks before he delves in, tongue first. The wet, hot muscle of his tongue circles your rim, teasing and tasting, flicking over the sensitive skin there. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and your back arches instinctively, pushing back against his face as he works you open. Heeseung’s mouth is relentless, his tongue dipping inside before drawing back to lick, over and over, until your thighs are trembling with need.

He adds a finger, then two, stretching you as his tongue continues its assault. Heeseung’s fingers press deeper, curling slightly as he works them in and out with an agonizingly slow rhythm, the slickness of your arousal making it easy for him to fuck into you. The combination of his tongue and fingers is overwhelming; every nerve in your body seems to light up under his touch. He alternates between licking and biting, his teeth grazing just enough to send a shiver of pain-pleasure shooting through you, and you can’t help but clench around him, your muscles tightening as you struggle to keep focus.

Jake watches from above, his cock still in your mouth, and your tongue traces along the prominent vein on the underside, feeling it pulse with every beat of his racing heart. But Heeseung’s ministrations make it impossible to concentrate fully. The way his tongue darts in and out of your ass, combined with the relentless thrust of his fingers, is too much to bear. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure directly to your core, and the more Heeseung teases, the harder it becomes to maintain control.

It’s a battle to keep your focus on Jake’s cock. You want to please him, to keep sucking and teasing, but Heeseung’s touch makes your mind go blank. Just as you start to find a rhythm again, you feel Jake twitch in your mouth—a subtle warning that he’s close. Panic surges through you as you remember Heeseung’s strict instructions and the threat of losing the chance to have his cum if Jake finishes in your mouth. Desperate to obey, you pull off Jake with a wet pop, the cool air hitting your lips as you gasp for breath, the brief reprieve quickly turning into a moan as Heeseung drives his fingers deeper, faster.

Heeseung doesn’t let up; he kneels behind you and yanks you up, removing his fingers only to press you firmly against his chest. His grip is possessive, holding you close as he whispers in your ear, “Good girl, you listen so well to me.” The praise sends a rush of heat straight to your core, and you whine, your body going limp against his hold as he licks the last of your taste from his lips, his satisfaction evident.

Seemingly caught in the moment, Jake’s eyes fix on you as he wraps his hand around his cock, fisting himself with quick, desperate strokes. His eyes flutter closed, his head tipping back as he chases the high he was so close to achieving in your mouth. You watch with rapt attention, seeing the way his muscles tense, his abs clenching as he works himself to completion. He positions himself in front of you, aiming at your stomach, and with a low, guttural groan, he spills over you, hot and thick.

His cum splatters across your skin, mixing with the remnants of Heeseung’s earlier release, creating a mess that drips down your belly and pools in your navel. You watch the way Jake’s cock twitches in his hand, each pulse sending another thick rope of cum across your skin, the sight both filthy and utterly arousing. The combined scent of their release fills your senses, and you can’t help but let out a soft, needy whimper, your body aching for more.

Heeseung’s hold tightens around you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watches Jake finish. “Look at you,” Heeseung murmurs, his voice rough with pride and arousal. “Covered in our cum like the perfect little slut you are.” He tilts your head back, forcing you to look up at him, his dark eyes burning with unspoken promises. “And don’t worry, angel. You’ll get what you want soon enough.” His cock twitches against your back, a silent promise of what’s still to come.

With a smirk, Heeseung’s eyes flick down to his friend’s softening cock. “I’ll give you a minute, yeah?” he says, the implication clear in his tone. Although Jake’s frustration is palpable - knowing that Heeseung will be buried inside you again before he even gets a chance to feel your tightness squeezing his cock - he nods in understanding.

He knows he needs a moment - his dick, still slick with your spit and his own cum, needs a little time to recover before he's ready to go again. The veins running along his shaft are still faintly pulsing, and his tip, now a deeper, more muted pink, glistens under the dim light of the room. He gently strokes himself, trying to keep the lingering arousal alive, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before him.

Meanwhile, Heeseung’s lips trail down your neck, nipping at your skin in a playful, almost affectionate way. Each bite is a reminder of his claim on you, and the small smiles he gives are a stark contrast to the filthy things you’ve done together tonight. His warm breath fans against your ear, and you can’t help but shiver in anticipation, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

With a sultry smile, you gather some of the cum pooling on your tummy, dragging your fingers through the sticky mess before bringing them to your lips. You suck them clean, maintaining eye contact with Heeseung the entire time, a deliberate and provocative display. 

A stray dribble escapes the corner of your mouth, trailing down your chin, but Heeseung’s quick to notice. Without hesitation, he leans in, his mouth latching onto your skin as he sucks the dribble off your face, his tongue sweeping over your jawline in a way that’s both possessive and intimate. The unexpected act catches you off guard, and you gasp softly, the sound quickly morphing into a needy whimper.

Something is mesmerising about Heeseung - how he’s unafraid to take what he wants, how he ensures you’re getting the most pleasure out of every moment. He’s unlike anyone you’ve ever been with, and you find yourself falling deeper into the way he handles you with a perfect balance of roughness and care. Jake, too, has been nothing short of selfless, his need to please you evident in every touch and desperate lick. The puppy-eyed boy is eager to please you, which is a rarity to find in men these days, god knows you’ve tried looking for one.

Who knew what you needed was under this roof?

Heeseung’s eyes remain half-lidded, dark with desire, as he pulls back just enough to speak. “Turn around for me, angel,” he instructs, his voice dripping with lust. He punctuates his command with a sharp slap to your ass, and the sting only amplifies the fire burning between your legs. His enthusiasm is contagious, and despite your exhaustion, a renewed energy surges through you. You comply eagerly, shuffling until you’re facing him, both of you on your knees on the mattress.

Up close, Heeseung’s beauty is breathtaking. His dark eyes are alight with mischief and hunger, but there’s also a softness there, a gentleness that contradicts the filthy words he whispers in your ear. You marvel at how stunning he looks with his tousled hair, swollen lips, and a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He’s a perfect mix of tenderness and dominance, and every second in his presence feels electric.

“I’m going to fuck your cunt. You feeling okay?” Heeseung asks, his voice softening as he checks in on you, his fingers drifting down to your slick heat. He carefully slides them between your folds, testing your sensitivity, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You moan at the touch and nod, meeting his gaze with a cheeky grin. “I’m okay. Nowhere near ruined,” you tease, giving him an innocent look, though both of you know there’s nothing innocent about what’s happening.

Heeseung’s expression shifts, his caring concern replaced with amusement and libido. “Yeah? Suppose I better make good on my promise then,” he growls before crashing his lips back onto yours. The kiss is fierce and consuming, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with unrestrained fervour. He devours you, kissing you like he can’t get enough like he’s starved for every part of you - and he is. His fingers continue to play with your folds, rubbing slow circles against your clit, driving you further into madness as your hips jerk instinctively against his hand.

Jake’s watching intently, his cock twitching back to life as he witnesses the raw passion between you and Heeseung. The sight of you so lost in Heeseung’s touch, the way your body melts into his, ignites something fierce within Jake. He strokes his length slowly, feeling the arousal steadily build again, his tip swelling with a deep rose tint as blood rushes back, hardening him as he imagines the moment he’ll finally be inside you.

Heeseung’s hands find your ass, gripping firmly as he lifts you with ease, positioning you over his lap. Your legs spread wide, and he uses his strength to guide you down, letting your slick folds drag along his cock, the bell of his tip pressing teasingly at your entrance. The friction has you grinding against him, desperate for more, and Heeseung groans at the needy way you move, his head tipping back in pure bliss.

“God, I fucking love how needy you are,” he breathes, leaning forward to hover his lips over yours, barely brushing them as he speaks. “I’m never letting you go after this.”

You can’t suppress the smile that spreads across your face, the words resonating deeply. “Good. I don’t want you to,” you murmur back, your voice filled with sincerity. Heeseung’s gaze softens momentarily before his need takes over, and he pulls you down, his cock finally breaching your entrance as you sink onto him, the stretch and fullness making your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy.

Heeseung’s strong hands grip your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock with practised ease. Each bounce sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, the thick length of him stretching you in ways that leave you breathless. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your soft, needy moans and Heeseung’s ragged breaths. He watches you through hooded eyes, his lips parted as he groans with every thrust, the sight of you taking him so eagerly making his head spin.

“Fuck, you feel even better this time,” Heeseung rasps, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. He can’t believe how tight you still are, how your body moulds perfectly around him, clenching with every movement. His hips snap up to meet your descent, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he drives himself deeper inside you. He swears for a second he can see his cock bulging out your stomach, making him groan out and quicken his pace.

Biting his lip so hard it nearly draws blood, Jake moves closer, his restraint crumbling as he watches you go up and down on Heeseung’s cock. The sight is almost too much for him to bear; he needs to feel you, to be inside you. Climbing onto the bed, he positions himself behind you, his eyes locking onto Heeseung’s, silently asking for permission to join.

Heeseung doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he cups your face, drawing your attention back to him rather than the pleasure. “You think you can take both of us, angel?” he asks, his voice thick with pride and appentence.

The mere thought sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. One cock was already bliss, but the idea of having both of them inside you at once? It’s a dream you never thought would come true. You nod enthusiastically, your smile bright and eager. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Jake mirrors your expression, his eyes lighting up and his cock twitching in joy. Unable to resist, he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss. It’s different from Heeseung’s - softer, more deliberate, his tongue stroking yours slowly, savouring the moment. The contrast between Jake’s gentle kiss and the way Heeseung pounds into you is dizzying, making you feel completely overwhelmed in the best way possible.

With his hands groping your ass and kneading your cheeks, Jake’s touch is gentle as he positions himself at your entrance. He feels the tight ring of muscle give way slightly under his touch, his eyes flickering with both excitement and a hint of concern. Slowly, he presses forward, the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. The stretch is intense, and you can’t help but claw at Jake’s shoulder, your nails digging in as you adjust to the pressure.

Heeseung pauses his movements, allowing you to catch your breath as Jake inches inside. Your body tenses, the sensation of Jake’s girth pushing into your ass making you gasp. Even though Heeseung had prepped you earlier, Jake’s cock is thick, and the tightness borders on overwhelming.

Jake’s brow furrows, his voice laced with guilt as he peppers kisses along your cheek, your jaw, your forehead - anywhere he can reach. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs between kisses, his touch tender and soothing. “I’ll go really slow until you’re ready, yeah?”

The gentleness in his voice makes your heart flutter, and despite the intensity of the stretch, you can’t help but feel safe between them. “It’s okay,” you whisper, breathless but reassuring. “I want this. You can move.”

Cautiously, Jake slides in deeper inch by inch, his own moans of ecstasy barely contained as your tight heat swallows him. The slow stretch is excruciatingly good, the pressure of being filled from both ends sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Heeseung keeps his hands on your waist, holding you steady as Jake finally bottoms out, the three of you perfectly locked together in a moment that feels almost unreal.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake breathes, his head tipping back as he revels in the tight squeeze around him. “You feel so fucking good.”

Heeseung’s lips curl into a smirk as he watches you both, his grip tightening possessively. “You like that, angel? You like being filled up by us?” His voice is low and rough, and you can only nod, your words lost to the pleasure.

As your body begins to adjust to the intense stretch, the rhythm between Heeseung and Jake picks up, their movements becoming more coordinated, more deliberate. Heeseung’s hands roam your body, sliding up your waist to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples as he thrusts up into you. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure shooting straight to your core, each touch amplifying the overwhelming fullness you feel. Jake’s hands grip your hips from behind, guiding you onto his cock with careful but desperate need, his fingers occasionally sliding to your lower back, tracing soft patterns as if trying to soothe the burn of being stretched so wide.

Every thrust is perfectly timed, alternating in a way that keeps you impossibly full, never a moment where you aren’t completely claimed by both of them. The feeling is indescribable - hot, tight, and exquisitely intense, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. The press of Jake’s chest against your back, the rough slide of Heeseung’s cock inside your dripping heat, and the way Jake’s fingers are now expertly working your clit all converge into one dizzying blend of pleasure. Your moans turn into high-pitched cries, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, and you’re completely lost to the overwhelming ecstasy of having them both.

Jake’s touch on your clit is unrelenting, his fingers drawing slow, firm circles that match the rhythm of their movements. Your body responds instantly, clenching tight around both of them as your orgasm builds, a pressure so fierce it almost scares you. Your breaths turn ragged, your body trembling as you cling to Jake’s shoulders for support, feeling like you might fall apart at any moment. The tension finally snaps, and you’re thrown headfirst into your release, your walls convulsing wildly around them. The sensation is blinding; your vision goes white, and your entire body locks up as the orgasm tears through you. Your head falls back onto Jake’s shoulder, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as pleasure floods every inch of your being.

“Fuck, that’s it, cum for us,” Heeseung groans, his voice thick and strained. His own restraint is slipping, the feeling of you spasming around him pushing him dangerously close to his own release. Jake watches you fall apart, his eyes glazed with lust as he feels your slick walls clench around his cock, milking him for everything he has.

Jake’s breathing is ragged, his release lingering in the air, but his eyes stay fixed on the way your body is stretched and filled between them, a look of longing and unfulfilled need still shadowing his expression. Heeseung’s thrusts are slowing, but Jake’s gaze doesn’t waver; he’s captivated, hungry for more. As he pulls out slowly, his cock slick and glistening from being inside you, he swallows thickly, his desire still burning hot despite his recent release.

“Fuck… Heeseung,” Jake starts, his voice hoarse and filled with a mix of uncertainty and desperate want. He hesitates, his eyes flicking between you and Heeseung. “Can I—can I cum inside her ass?”

Heeseung’s head snaps up, his brows knitting together in a flash of possessiveness. It’s an instinct, that primal urge to keep you all to himself, to not share the deepest parts of you. His fingers tighten slightly on your waist, and he bites his lip, conflicted. The question hangs heavy between the three of you, and you can feel the tension in the air, the silent battle playing out in Heeseung’s mind as he grapples with his possessiveness.

But before he can even form a response, you nod eagerly, your body already aching for more, for that forbidden thrill of being filled in every hole. Your eyes meet Heeseung’s, silently pleading, and he feels his resolve waver. Despite his reluctance, the look of anticipation and need on your face is impossible to ignore.

Heeseung’s gaze softens, his possessiveness yielding under the weight of your desire. He knows how much you crave this, and though the thought of Jake claiming you in such an intimate way twists something inside him, Heeseung’s need to see you satisfied trumps his jealousy. He lets out a sigh, brushing his thumb over your cheek in a tender, reassuring gesture.

“Only because she wants it,” Heeseung murmurs, his voice low and edged with reluctant surrender. He looks at Jake, then back to you, his eyes filled with a fierce, protective heat. 

Jake nods, his eyes lighting up with gratitude and excitement. The sight of you writhing between them, your body trembling and utterly spent - along with verbal permission - pushes Jake over the edge. His grip on your hips tightens, and with a few more desperate thrusts, he lets out a strangled moan, his cock pulsing inside you. He buries himself deep, the heat of his release flooding you as he spills, his cum coating your walls as he grinds against you, hips twitching with each spurt. Jake’s head drops forward, his breath hot against your shoulder as he groans through his release, the feeling of being buried in your tight heat making him shudder in bliss.

“Fuck, so tight,” Jake pants, his voice barely a whisper as he comes down from his high, his body sagging slightly but still moving in time with Heeseung’s thrusts, making sure you stay full.

Heeseung watches, utterly transfixed by the sight of Jake’s cum mixing with your slick as he continues to thrust into you. The pressure of you squeezing him so perfectly and the primal satisfaction of knowing he’s sharing this moment with Jake pushes him right to his breaking point. With a guttural moan, Heeseung snaps his hips up, filling you completely one last time before he finally lets go. His grip on your waist is bruising, his nails digging into your skin as his release surges forward, hot and thick as he empties inside you. The sensation is overwhelming, his cock twitching with every pulse as he coats your insides with his cum.

Heeseung’s thrusts slow but remain deep, his forehead pressed against yours as he breathes heavily, still caught in the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Fuck, angel, you were so perfect,” he mutters, his voice laced with awe as he watches the way your body shudders between them, completely sated and drenched in the evidence of their pleasure. Jake’s hand still lingers on your hip, squeezing gently as if to say that this moment was just the beginning, a silent promise of more to come.

With both of them still inside, you feel utterly claimed, utterly theirs, and you know that nothing else will ever compare.

As the intensity of the moment finally settles, the room falls into a comfortable, exhausted silence, only broken by the sound of labored breathing. Heeseung slowly pulls out of you, careful not to overwhelm you further, his own body still tingling from the aftershocks of his release. He can’t help but watch the way his cum mingles with Jake’s, leaking out of you in thick rivulets. The sight is so raw, so intimate, that it sends a possessive thrill through him, but he knows that now is the time for gentleness.

Heeseung’s touch shifts from passionate to tender, his hands soft and careful as he helps you lay back on the bed. You’re completely spent, your body limp and glowing with satisfaction, and Heeseung takes a moment to appreciate just how beautiful you look—flushed, a little messy, and thoroughly pleasured. He kisses your forehead softly, then moves to check over your body, his gaze sharp and attentive. There’s a hint of concern in his eyes as he inspects every inch of you, ensuring there are no signs of discomfort or strain.

“You okay, angel?” he asks, voice gentle as he runs his fingers soothingly through your hair. You nod weakly, eyes half-lidded, still lost in the blissful haze of what just transpired.

Jake, catching his breath, slips off the bed with a satisfied smile, heading to the kitchen. He quickly grabs a bottle of water and some wet wipes, his mind already shifting to aftercare. He knows how important this part is - to make sure you feel safe and loved, especially after such an intense experience. When he returns, Heeseung is still doting on you, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin as if grounding you.

You let out a tired whine, snuggling deeper into the pillows. “Too tired,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. Heeseung frowns slightly but lets it go, deciding to prioritise your comfort in this moment, knowing he’ll keep a close eye on you.

Heeseung’s protective nature kicks in, and he leans close, his voice soft but firm. “You should try to pee, angel,” he urges, knowing how your body needs it.

But you shake your head, too tired to move, too comfortable in the warm cocoon of their presence to care about anything else. “I know, baby, but it’s important,” he insists, though his tone is gentle, laced with concern.

Jake kneels beside you, his smile tender as he opens the wet wipes and begins to clean you up, his touch gentle and unhurried. He wipes away the sticky mess on your stomach, thighs, and between your legs, his movements slow. The cool touch of the wipes is soothing against your heated skin, and Jake’s soft murmurs of reassurance make you feel even more cared for.

“You did so well,” Jake praises softly, his fingers grazing your skin as he cleans you up, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible. “So perfect for us.” His eyes are full of warmth as he meets yours, and the soft, fond expression on his face makes your heart flutter.

Once you’re cleaned up, Jake hands you the water bottle, urging you to take a few sips to hydrate. You comply, though your body is still heavy with exhaustion. The cool water soothes your dry throat, and you give Jake a sleepy smile of gratitude.

“Thanks,” you whisper, your voice hoarse but content. Jake just smiles back, brushing a stray hair away from your face before discarding the used wipes and settling back on the bed.

“C’mere,” you murmur, reaching out for both of them. The need for closeness, for reassurance, is palpable in your voice, and neither Jake nor Heeseung hesitates. They each slide in beside you, one on each side, surrounding you with their warmth. Heeseung pulls you closer against his chest, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, while Jake presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

You sigh in contentment, the weight of their bodies grounding you, making you feel utterly safe and cherished. Heeseung’s thumb strokes your side in soothing circles, and you nuzzle closer to him, inhaling his familiar scent. Jake’s hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers as he snuggles closer, and you feel utterly enveloped by their presence.

The three of you lay there in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sex, but there’s a newfound calmness, a quiet intimacy that settles over you like a warm blanket.

As you lay nestled between Heeseung and Jake, the warmth of their bodies soothing every ache and the steady rhythm of their breathing lulling you into a sense of tranquility, your eyelids grow heavy. The soft, rhythmic strokes of Heeseung’s thumb along your side and the gentle squeeze of Jake’s hand in yours keep you tethered to the present, yet slowly, inevitably, the world begins to fade.

The sounds around you start to blur - Heeseung’s quiet, steady breaths, the faint rustle of sheets, and the soft hum of the city beyond the window. Everything seems to meld into a comforting haze, and you feel yourself slipping, drifting further into the embrace of sleep. The last thing you register is Heeseung’s fingers brushing through your hair and Jake’s lips pressing a final, tender kiss to your cheek. You surrender to the drowsiness, your body relaxing completely as you sink into a deep, contented slumber, cocooned in the safety of their presence.

With you now resting peacefully between them, Heeseung and Jake exchange a silent glance over your sleeping form. It’s a look filled with a mix of satisfaction, confusion, and a touch of uncertainty. The night had been everything they had imagined and more, but the rawness of their emotions lingers heavily between them. Neither of them had expected to feel this way - to feel so deeply connected to you through this shared experience.

Heeseung’s eyes flicker with an unspoken question, his possessiveness simmering just beneath the surface. He’s never been good at sharing what’s his, and seeing Jake so intimate with you stirs something complicated inside him. He knows he needs to sort through these feelings, but he also knows that tonight isn’t the time for it. Right now, you’re all that matters, your comfort and peace taking precedence over his own inner turmoil.

Jake meets his gaze, and for a moment, his usual easygoing demeanour falters. There’s a flicker of doubt, a quiet acknowledgement of the shift in their dynamic. The truth is, having you like this, feeling you fall apart in their hands, has only deepened his desire. But more than that, it’s solidified something within him—a need to protect and keep you close. It’s a need that, strangely enough, mirrors Heeseung’s own, despite their differences.

Neither of them speaks; there’s no need for words right now. They’ll figure it out in the morning, they tell themselves. What this means for all of them, how they’ll navigate this new and tangled web of emotions and desire—it’s a problem for another day. The only certainty they share in this moment is that you’ve become something irreplaceable, something neither of them is willing to let go of.

But there’s one unspoken agreement that hangs heavily between them: 

Sunghoon can never find out. 

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𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬' 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟕.𝟐

SYNOPSIS: After the heated yet emotional confrontation that led to you involuntarily revealing glimpses of your hidden emotions seeping through the cracks of your tenacious resolve to them, you knew that it was for the greater good that you had officially driven them away. But little do you know that the four ex-leaders refuse to give up on you, doing whatever it takes to get you back, even if it leads to them repressing their pride and grovelling for your forgiveness on their knees. 

PAIRING: non!idols enha hyung line x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), adulthood, reverse harem

WORD COUNT: 48.8k+

WARNINGS: profanities, explicit themes, angst, mention of violence, alcohol consumption, manipulation, mild toxicity, smuts

PLAYLIST: Say It Right - Nelly Furtado, Yes or No - JungKook, So Sick - Ne-Yo, Love You Like a Love Song - Selena Gomez, Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding, Kiss It Better - Rihanna, Night Changes - One Direction, Clarity - Zedd. ft Foxes, For You - Liam Payne & Rita Ora, Right Now - Akon, Die For You - The Weeknd, Wonderland - Taylor Swift, We Found Love - Rihanna, How Deep Is Your Love - Calvin Harris & Disciples, Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

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smut warnings: unprotected sex (no!), dom!enha, mild switch!jake, mild switch!reader, name calling, mild degradation, manhandling, usage of toy (m.receiving), bondage, blowjob, fingering, pussy eating, edging, squirting, creampies, breeding kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

In the solitude of his room, Jake remains stagnant on the edge of the bed, only adorned in his pants as he had come out of the shower moments prior before this. His hands clutch his head that is throbbing with a raging tempest of emotions he seeks to quell, but it only intensifies at the agonising thought of you and the stark clarity in your resolve despite how defeated you sounded at the end.

A muscle pulses in his jaw while his eyes harden as he represses those emotions from being potent that could manifest themselves in the tangible form of his rage. He knows better, because the last time he unleashed that rage, his best friends had to subdue him with all of their might amid the rampageous chaos.

Despite the inclination towards brutality that stemmed from his depravity, Jake was never the type to exhibit such violence unless it was in a suitable situation, and he had never been vigorously hot-tempered until your departure happened. 

It was as if he and Jay had swapped temperament, as he is now the most volatile out of them. No longer was he the most amiable and laid-back one in the group, as he had become someone whose unbridled rage courses through his veins. Even his best friends could never fully conquer it, and Jake knew this.

The only person who can tame his rage is you, and only you alone, as it was your departure that changed him for the worse. He knew that he could never blame you for the change in him, only having himself to blame for his lack of self-control over his emotions. He recalls the times he had taken you for granted, most especially in the beginning. Oh, he truly and so desperately wants to atone for his past sins towards you.

But then, your words struck him deeply, as did the way you looked at him with an unfamiliar coldness that made his skin crawl four days ago ─ four long fucking days that only exacerbated his misery, to which he feels the incessant impatience that vehemently impels him to get you back in his arms, even if it means that your hatred for him grows.

Jake gets sidetracked from his rumination when he hears the animated bustle from the outside ─ most probably his best friends will be taking their leave to go to work, just as he should be as well, but in this condition, he doesn’t have the mental capacity to do anything except to run back into your inviting arms he dreamed of every night.

Jake is more than aware that he should not be neglecting his responsibilities to further dwell in this misery of his yearning for you, especially when his best friend can easily terminate his employment for his lack of competency in his role as a professional cybersecurity, owing to his cyber prowess that also enables him to manipulate and hack devices and data for his pernicious pursuits.

Back in Seoul, Jake landed the same profession as he does in the present, with the exception that he worked for his father’s company despite his resentment and hatred for his father, but he merely did it for the sake of distracting himself from the pain and retaining whatever remnant of sanity he had left.

Even when his days were painted blue and grey in Seoul, Jake genuinely enjoyed his profession, seeking miniscule contentment in the days he worked tirelessly with the intention to tire his mind that was always thinking about you, but at the end of the day, you managed to weave through the labyrinth of his mind.

Your face, your eyes, your scent, your smile, your laughter ─ everything about you occupies his mind unabatingly. Sure, it could be just pure obsession, but he knows that it is beyond obsession, and not even the love he has for his profession can outweigh the love his heart harbours for you.

Throughout the blues and greys of his days after learning of your departure, Jake shut out everyone for almost an entire month, and his parents were no exception. He became foreignly callous, painfully detached from everything. He was preoccupied battling with the onslaught of devastation that racked through his body.

Although he became volatile with his uncurbed emotions, he was also the most emotional. Out of the four of them, Jake was the only one who couldn’t care less about staining his tough guy image and has shed tears the most even in front of them, especially on most of his sleepless nights. Sometimes his best friends would take initiatives to check on him and found him in rivulets of tears as he called for your name weakly in his sleep while hugging his bolster tight as though it were you he was hugging instead.

Having already suffered with abandonment issues, your departure wounded him so deeply that not even his old therapist could help in pulling him out of the dark abyss he chose to spiral into. At times, he wished to rip his heart out of his chest as he couldn’t handle the palpable yearning that felt intensifying as days passed.

Jake wanted you. He wanted to be consumed by your everything. He wanted to drown in the thought of you and the memories he had with you. You were the only person who could make him become good, and what he thought was impossible happened when he found himself praying to God that you would return to him one day. You made him become religious when he should be worshipping at your altar instead, because you were and still are his salvation.

You are his Goddess. His to worship, his to provide for, and his to love until the end of time. Love was a sacred sentiment he thought was illogical until you happened. You, who have made him embrace love, which he never wants to let go of, most especially you.

Just like that, fear strikes him at the thought of you, prompting him to abandon his bed to head for his closet, browsing through the ironed blouses he had meticulously arranged and hung in the wardrobe before grabbing the black blouse. He deftly buttons up the blouse and rolls up his sleeves, busily grooming himself to look at least presentable before he hastily grabs his necessities and exits his room in a hurry.

Jake has some fears, but the thought of losing you again where you would be beyond his reach once more completely terrifies him that he can feel it twisting in his guts. Fuck it that you might hate him once he shows up. He would rather die trying to earn your forgiveness and for you to love him than to never try at all.

“Where are you going?” Heeseung’s query draws his attention briefly as he wears his shoes in a haphazard manner. It looks like Heeseung is working from home, judging by the meticulous setup of his laptop and other working necessities on the table in the living room, whereas Sunghoon and Jay are decked out in formal attire, preparing to head to work.

Jake presses his lips thinly together. It astounds yet infuriates him how they seem indifferent and have yet to talk about what happened after you pleaded for them to leave. Now he feels relieved that he will be initiating the first step instead of them.

“To Y/N.” Jake answers rather brusquely, his steely eyes observing the emotions manifesting in their facade. “It’s about time someone did something to earn her forgiveness and bring her back.”

“Jake, it’s only been four days. She probably doesn’t want to see your face.” Sunghoon states dreadfully, his tone sounding terse as though he is restraining something in him. “Give it a week, and then we’ll try again.”

“Also, shouldn’t you be working today?” Jay points out with an eyebrow raised at him. “Just because you’re my best friend, it doesn’t mean that you’ll get a pass.”

“Y/N is more important, as she should be to the rest of you.” Jake retorts while there is a certain bite in his voice, his eyes blazing with fury as he glares at them. “If you want to grovel a week later, then be my guest, but don’t you dare try and stop me from going to her now. I’ve waited long enough, and we delayed what we must do far too long.”

Jake doesn’t wait for any of them to reply as he proceeds to storm his way out of their temporary residence; his mind and heart are in consonance that resonate with the resolution involving you.

Jake has been following you in the most discreet way possible since the moment you stepped foot outside of your apartment building, his car following behind your Uber rides. From one place to another, he never would have thought that you would turn out to be a busy woman today. Of course, he knows what you do for a living here, among other things. After all, stalking and obtaining data are two of his many expertises. He was also the one responsible for the first intrusion into your apartment after obtaining information regarding your address.

Presently, Jake remains steadfast in his pursuit, his back leaning against his red Lamborghini that is parked by the curb of the pavement walk with his arms crossed over his chest, causing his taut muscles to stretch against the material. His striking handsomeness attracts attention from the passersby in the street, as evident in the way their eyes are ogling at him, but the centre of his attention is solely focused on you and you alone, staring at you with dark intended eyes.

As you are seated adjacently to the large window in a bustling chic cafe, the midday light streaming through creates a gentle halo of warmth on your face, rendering him moonstruck by your heavenly beauty. 

Unlike when you looked at him four nights ago, your eyes look animated while you are occupied in conversing with two refined ladies, possibly your clients, in the way your demeanour looks professional as well as the setup of your laptop. Even if he is observing you from afar, he can discern the air of confidence and dominance you exude as you sell your product to them, causing his chest to feel a tingling warmth of pride.

After learning of your past achievements that happened within a year since you became a freelance writer, Jake truly admires how resilient and remarkable you are at your job, especially when it is not an easy career to pursue, so he has no doubt that you will succeed in whatever product you sell to your clients as he has complete faith in you. It is only a pity that he wasn’t there to witness and celebrate your past success with you.

As his eyes remain lingering on your radiant countenance, he feels a stab of jealousy in his chest at the way you are smiling to your clients, never mind the fact that they are women. He wishes to light up a smile on your face like he once did and for you to smile at him the way you do to your clients now.

Jake forces himself to practise patience as he awaits the next few minutes or so for you to conclude the meeting with your clients. In the meantime, he decides to think and surf through the internet for places to bring you to, aside from a gift he bought for you earlier, for which he made a quick detour to the mall before stalking you from your place. To be fair, this is an impromptu plan, but he can’t afford to delay any longer, fearing that by the time he has decided to win over your heart, the walls you built to protect your heart would be infrangible and that you would not accept him for good.

As Jake lifts his head up from his phone, he spots your clients preparing to leave. He tucks his phone in his pocket and wipes his clammy palms down his pants, feeling the unfamiliar jitters all over him despite maintaining a collected facade. It feels as though he is about to ask you out on a date for the first time. Right, he has never asked you out on a proper date before. Guilt begins to gnaw at him. 

Jake waits until your clients exit from the establishment before he finally sets in motion, his steps showing his avidity in hoping that you are still taking your time to leave while he deftly avoids bumping into the passerby along the street.

Entering the bustling cafe, his gaze immediately settles on your figure facing away from him. He unclenches his fist as he advances forward, and yet the closer he is to you, the more he feels like his rapid heart is going to combust.

Fuck, it’s like meeting his crush, which is not entirely incorrect but with the addition that you are the love of his life instead. He has never felt such jittery towards someone that renders him pathetic and weak in the knees except you.

Seeing as you are still busy packing your stuff into your shoulder bag, Jake decides to wait as his figure looms over yours next to the table. His shadow seems to have caught your attention as he sees you freezing in your seat with your shoulders tensed up.

His eyes remain on you as you slowly turn around to finally face him, and the light in your beautiful eyes dims with a concoction of emotions he cannot seem to fathom, but the once astonishment on your countenance is replaced by vexation, entirely displeased to see him.

His heart aches tremendously in the way you look at him without any ounce of affection and tenderness you once did ─ just a complete utter void of sentiment that pulls at his heartstrings painfully.

Jake begins to wonder if this is how you felt as a certain recollection surfaces in his mind of when he decided to become an arsehole to hurt you with his words and made you jealous with an irrelevant bimbo whose name he can’t remember.

“How did you know I was here?” Your voice devoids of affection, only stark coldness that feels foreign in his ears. You grip the strap of your shoulder bag, awaiting his response while your eyes harden with such resolve. “Never mind, don’t bother answering. I don’t want to waste any more of my time on you.”

It is as if Jake has been deprived of the ability to articulate his feelings into words since the moment your icily glaring eyes latch on his face. Not waiting for his response, you scoff as you roll your eyes before leaving the table and brushing past him coldly.

Jake clenches his fist, hating how meek he becomes and how unusual it is that his confidence seems to evaporate into thin air once he presents himself in front of you, unlike how he was a few nights ago.

Hearing the doorbell chime, Jake snaps out of his dwelling thoughts and wastes no time in chasing after you. Thankfully, you are not that far off the establishment, granting him prompt ease to catch up to you. 

“Sweetheart, wait,” Jake latches his hand on your wrist, enough to force your attention on him as you turn around to face him, your steely eyes conveying such animosity that unnerves him to the point where he feels a surge of emotions that threaten to be released in rivulets.

“Don’t touch me, and don’t call me sweetheart,” You yank your hand from his defeated grasp as if he is your bane. Being too engrossed in the torrent of emotions within you, you fail to realise the hurt glistening in his eyes so fleetingly amidst the yearning. “Have I not made it clear to you that I wanted for you to leave me alone for good?”

“You did, but you know I can’t do that,” Jake speaks so gently, his voice sounding deeper as he continues to tread his words with mellowing emphasises that you can’t help but to hear him out while he takes a slow step forward. “I couldn’t go on any longer without making things right with you.”

Jake can see your steely resolve teetering, and for a split second, he manages to catch a glimpse of sentiment that belies your stringent demeanour. “Just what does it take for you to understand that I don’t wish to reconcile with any of you,” Your flinty tone almost sounds defeated. “I already told you four nights ago that I forgave you. I gave you what you wanted.”

“I don’t believe that you forgave us so easily, which is why I’m here,” Jake stands in front of you as you are finally within an arm’s reach. The way his warm brown eyes soften as he gazes at you stirs something so dangerous yet so familiar within you. “So, please, sweetheart. Don’t push me away this time. Allow me to fix the parts I broke.”

You can feel it, your resolve melting by the clarity in his sincerity and appeal, as does the way his eyes are swimming with emotions you once harboured for him or still do. You swallow down a spit to moisten your oddly parched throat, trying your utmost not to falter under his tender gaze.

“What if the broken parts are irreparable? What will you do? What can you do?” Your questions shoot out like bullets, your eyes hardening again. “Just give it up, Jake. Words don’t sway me, even if they come from you.” 

“I gave up once when you disappeared without leaving a trace, and I refuse to give up now when the opportunity for me to mend your broken heart is already here.” Jake steps closer to you, his cologne infiltrating your senses while you grapple with your teetering resolve. “I’m willing to do anything, whatever it takes, and no matter the price, if it means that you’ll return to my arms at the end of the day. I’m willing to try over and over again, because that’s how much you mean to me.”

“I hardly believe that I mean anything to you.” Your ego refuses to yield despite his sincerity that resonates with you. Fragments of bittersweet memories you had with him coalesce into one as it surfaces in your mind. “Yes, we kissed, fucked, and did things that friends wouldn’t do, but we were nothing more than friends, Jake. I was your prey for you to fuck me all over.”

“Jaeyun.” Jake corrects you, his husky voice conveying a silent plea that you are able to discern. Your heart begins to pick up the beat of familiar cadence as he takes another step closer while his wet brown eyes seem to lock you in place. “Call me Jaeyun, like you always did, please.”

Instead of backing away, you remain cemented to the ground despite the dangerous close proximity between your bodies. You can feel your voice losing its flinty volume as you swallow down a painful lump in your throat. “Why does it matter to you? Jake, Jaeyun, they’re both your names.”

“I told you before, didn’t I?” A wistful smile forms on his lips that doesn’t reach his eyes while his tone is filled with bitterness. “Everyone else calls me Jake, but Jaeyun is only reserved for you.”

You force a scoff out of you in an attempt to mask the emotions that are threatening to slip beneath your facade. “Why? Do you feel special or something? It’s just a name.”

“Of course I do, because it’s coming from you.” Jake says softly, causing your heart to clench some more. “You are and will always be the only woman who has the ability to make me feel special.”

His warm brown eyes seem to be pulling in, but just before you get utterly lost in his eyes, the sound of passersby in the background milling about in the street renders you self-conscious by the fact that you two are in your own world.

You take a step back from him, ignoring the dejection glistening in his eyes. “Flattering me with words isn’t going to work.” Liar. Your heart was pumping loudly in your chest. “If you’re just holding me back to flatter me, then I’m going to leave. I have better things to do.” You really don’t, well, except to take a power nap.

“Don’t go, please.” Jake pleads, letting his inhibition go as he grabs your hand and holds it tenderly. You open your mouth to retort, but he cuts you off firmly yet there is a tinge of desperation he seems to restrain. “Give me a chance to prove that I’m worthy of having a place in your life.”

You heave a sigh. “Jaeyun─”

“Please, sweetheart. I’m begging you.” Jake implores, holding your hand rather firmly as he holds it close to his chest while the mere gesture makes your heart skip a beat involuntarily. “Give me one last chance to prove that I’m worthy of your love and to be your man. Give me another shot at forgiveness.”

Just like that, the resolve you valiantly retain liquefy and the exasperation is replaced by something so gut-wrenching in the way his eyes express emotions that you know reflects the depths of his feelings. This time, you don't protest as you allow him to hold your hand a little longer.

Deep down, you know that you would eventually cave into Jake as you come to embrace the fact that he has earned an abiding soft spot in your mended heart, even when you feign ignorance to it.

As you recall the memories you had with Jake, the back of your eyes begin to sting. Sure, there were times, especially in bedroom, where he was rough and can be quite a menace, but the Jake you remember was always sweet and knew what to say in order to allay whatever worries you had. At some moments, you even felt that you had also found a friend in Jake despite your salacious escapades, which was why you often confided in him as he understood you the most out of the four.

Yes, you have witnessed and understood that Jake is detrimental and unpredictable, and no doubt he falls under the category of psychopathic just like his best friends, which should have given you the reason to terminate whatever adoring feelings you had for him, but a part of you knows that no matter how grievously you try to efface everything about him on your mind and heart, he will always prevail in your affection that runs deep.

After all, he was your sweet Jaeyun, the Jaeyun you had missed dearly. Right now, you are seeing the Jaeyun you knew and loved in front of you despite how his divinely chiselled features look more mature than you remember. 

Your fingers are itching to caress his face affectionately like you once did, but you refrain yourself. As you finalise your decision based on both rationality and sensibility, you release a soft sigh, returning your gaze to meet his anticipating one.

“Alright, but don’t make me regret this, Jaeyun.” You warn.

You can see the way light beams in his eyes that you find so endearing. “I promise you won’t, sweetheart,” His firm tone holds promises which you can’t help but to anticipate. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” You ask, your face contorting into confusion as he guides you to his red Lamborghini, to which you scrutinise his car before recognition flickers in your gaze. So he was the one who had waited and followed you all the way to your apartment on that one night when you were drinking out to your heart’s content.

“I hope you don’t mind clearing your schedule for the rest of the day, because from this moment forth, we’re on date,” Jake opens the passenger door for you, giving you a small smile that is enough to shoot a cupid arrow to your heart. You raise an eyebrow at him, noticing how his smile turns sheepish. “Besides, I haven’t really asked you out on a proper date before, so consider this our first.”

Your countenance betrays none of the feelings that are fluttering annoyingly in the expanse of your chest, but as your eyes roam around his, they soften as you recognise that he is trying his best despite how evidently nervous he is, causing your heart to clench at how genuine he is to prove his worth.

Maybe it won’t hurt you to lower down your guards around him. In return, you cast him a small smile that softens your features, unknowingly shooting the same cupid arrows to his heart that is beating in a familiar cadence for you.

“Okay, Jaeyun,” Your mellow tone catches him off guard as does your softened eyes, reminding him of the times when you gazed at him with heartfelt affection. 

“Okay?” It isn’t a question to you, but more like as if he is trying to wrap his head around the fact that you don’t seem to be entirely hostile towards him as much as the other night. 

You hold back a chuckle as you notice how similar he looks to a puppy that is waiting for its reward for being good while the smile on his lips slowly broadens just by your one word affirmation, granting a faint dimple on his cheek to appear.

“Yes, okay, Jaeyun.” You reaffirm softly, allowing your guards to lower around him.

The silence enfolding in his car offers you a peculiar solace that is accompanied by the euphonious tune from the dashboard radio. His car is infused with a certain air freshener that smells pleasant, allaying any tension in your bodies. 

Yet, neither of you has yet to initiate a conversation. Jake remains a jittery mess on the inside despite his concentration on the busy road, his lips tucking in between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowing in fret as he hopes that he doesn’t fuck things up today, whereas you are preoccupied with your keen observation at his navigating skills as you gaze out to the window.

From your peripheral vision, you notice the visible pale on his knuckles in the way he grips the leathered steering wheel before your eyes find their way to his chiselled jaw, which seems taut with tension. You don’t know why, or maybe you do, but you feel compelled to dispel whatever worries he has on his mind.

“You seem to know your way around here,” You strike up a conversation on instinct as you utilise what you have been observing. He casts a brief glance at you, but you manage to take notice of the fleeting surprise in his eyes. “I have to use GPS to get my way around here sometimes.” You confess, embarrassingly enough.

It seems like whatever spell you covertly cast on him works as you see his jaw going unclench. “I actually don’t,” His sincere admission throws you off guard, and you are in disbelief when his lips stretch into a lax smile. “We might get lost, so prepare yourself for extended hours of a car ride for me to bring you back to your apartment.”

“Jaeyun,” Your flat tone denotes zero amusement as you shoot him a glare.

The sound of his soft chuckles alone is melodious, awakening the flutters surrounding your heart, and it intensifies when he turns to look at you with a boyish grin on his handsome features. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. Of course, I know my way around here,” In a way, his confidence feels more like an assurance to you. “It took me a while to memorise these routes by heart and not depending on GPS.”

Realising that you are still staring at him with a certain awe, you snap out of the trance, clearing your throat as you resort to another topic. “So…” The unintentional drag in your tone sounds painfully awkward, causing you to grimace inwardly. “How long have you guys been here? Since before Milan fashion week?”

“Three months ago, so yeah, before Milan fashion week.” He answers, his eyes returning to the road as he turns the steering wheel with one hand while the other relaxes on his thigh.

“Oh,” You can’t help but to overthink, bringing a frown to your lips. If they had been here for three months, then why did they decide to see you until recently? Why the long wait?

Jake is more than aware of your resounding silence, prompting him to glance at you. “Don’t misunderstand, love. We didn’t get to you sooner because we were too busy settling down our business here,” His words hit you like whiplash, as though he has the ability to read your overthinking mind. “As much as we wanted to find you first after we landed here, we couldn’t neglect our responsibilities, especially involving our careers. Stability is important in this economy after all.”

Your interest piques at the mention of careers, which morphs into curiosity in the way you tilt your body to get a better look at him. “So what do you do? Hacking?” Your tone remains cynic. “Considering you are very much professional at it.”

Jake raises an eyebrow at your tone, his eyes remaining on the road. “Is that sarcasm I sense?”

A scoff leaves your lips as you fold your arms below your chest. "Asked the guy who hacked the smart lock on my door and intruded into my apartment.” Naturally, you expect a retort or a witty remark from him.

“I’m sorry,” His stark sincerity in his apology proves you wrong, causing you to blink your eyes at him, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. His lips pressing thinly together, his countenance unreadable, but his tone speaks volume. “There are a lot of things I’m sorry for, sweetheart.”

This time, you don’t reply, uncertain of what to reciprocate in your enunciation. Jake casts another glance at you, wanting to alleviate any discomfort he brought upon you. “If you want to know, I’m working as the head of the cybersecurity team under Jay’s company.” 

“Jay’s company?” You blurt out your astonishment, your eyes widening in the slightest fraction at the revelation. “Jay has his own company?” The thought of Jay and his attractiveness being a CEO arouses something so dangerous within you. You quickly quell it, silently berating yourself. 

“Well, more like his father’s, but I think you should ask him yourself for a clearer explanation,” Jake’s vague elaboration elicits a dissatisfied huff from you, to which he feels amused, before continuing. “Back in Seoul, I worked in the same line under my father’s company. As much as I hated to work for him, I couldn’t refuse since it was an obligation for me.”

You furrow your eyebrows in both perplexity and curiosity. “But you’re here now, so I’m guessing he was fine with you leaving Seoul.”

“He actually opposed it, but what do I care?” His tone carries an undercurrent of bitter resentment for the elder, despite the indifference he wears on his face with a lazy smirk touching his lips. “If he hadn’t neglected his son for years, then maybe he would’ve known that his son would defy all odds, no matter the consequences, and go through such lengths to get what he wants.”

“And what do you want most, Jaeyun?” You ask tentatively, your voice sounding mellower than the previous while your eyes remain fixated on his divine side profile.

The air around you shifts, forming a palpable tension you recognise, and yet it is a dangerous one in the way it feels raw with a delicate intimacy, causing your heart to beat in a familiar cadence at the moment he meets your eyes. 

Jake feels it too, a certain unfathomable connection that electrifies just by locking eyes with you. “I think you already know the answer, love.” His voice barely above a whisper while his plump lips unfurl a soft smile while 

You are pulled out of the electrifying trance when his car comes to an abrupt stop, to which you haven’t realised that you have reached your destination as he finally pulls over to an empty spot by the curb. “We’re here.” He announces, switching off the ignition.

You decide to leave your bag, only bringing your phone and wallet with you before you exit from his vehicle at the same time as him. The crisp noon air hits your skin once more while you busily direct your attention on a familiar building.

Your eyes glimmer with recognition before you turn to face him in utter disbelief and amazement. “Wait, isn’t this─?” 

Jake gives you a broad smile as he stands next to you, feeling pleased by your reaction. “Welcome to Teatro alla Scala.” You nearly swoon over his accent in his perfect pronunciation. 

“I’ve always wanted to watch one of their shows but haven’t had the opportunity to since I was often occupied with work.” You tell him, feeling the natural yet familiar flow of confiding in him like you always did back then.

His eyes soften. “Fortunately, I was able to buy tickets for us earlier today, and we got the best seats in the house.”

“Earlier today?” You raise an inquisitive eyebrow at him, narrowing your eyes in a subtle, playful accusation. “So does this mean that this is an impromptu date?”

Jake rubs his nape sheepishly. “It was a last-minute plan, yes, but I couldn’t wait for another day to pursue you,” He confesses, and his warm brown eyes molten with promises that send you a faint shiver. “I mean it when I say that I intend to show you how serious I am about you.”

You lose the ability to speak, only affording to blink your eyes in acknowledgement as you look at him, as if you are awestruck by him. 

Jake chuckles softly, a melody you wish to hear over and over. He offers his arm to you in a gentlemanly stance. “Let’s head inside, sweetheart.” This time, you don’t hesitate to hook your arm around his before you finally venture further inside.

Time passes by quicker than he likes, and it feels like he hasn’t been spending enough time with you. Jake feels more than relieved to know that you did enjoy the remarkable performance in the way your reaction gave away your feelings, but honestly, all he could think about at that moment in time was the close proximity of being seated next to you and the genuine smile on your kissable lips. You enchant him in the joy you find in every moment, and he wishes to cherish that joy with you.

Right after the theatre, Jake brought you to one of the famous art museums, which was only a 10-minute drive from where you were. Frankly, Jake never understood the purpose of people staring at different intricate arts with the same questionable being exhibited when they were not very pleasing in his eyes.

But when Jake saw the way your eyes sparkled with such fascination as you appreciated the exhibited arts, he felt as though he finally understood why, or at least he thought so. It was because the art itself was you. You are beyond the arts, a masterpiece that no one could ever replicate.

Jake has high hopes that by the end of today, things will remain in a smooth transition and his efforts will not be in vain. Presently, the two of you are on a boat ride with the helmsman overseeing and touring you along the famous canal of Naviglio Grande. Usually, you would be riding along with other people, but Jake specifically rented the entire boat solely for the two of you, to which you feel as though you are being cocooned with intimacy.

As the silence persists, Jake takes this moment to steal a glance at you, only to be rendered moonstruck by the natural glow on your cinematic beauty against the beaming dawn of twilight, painting the firmament a gorgeous blend of orange, pink, and purple while you are engrossed by the remarkable view.

Jake can hear his pulse drumming in his ear, matching with the cadence of his heart that feels as though it will jump out of his chest any sooner if he doesn’t look away from you. A delightful flutter brushes against his beating heart as he watches you tucking strands of your hair behind your ear.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” Jake allows his thoughts to slip past his lips, but he doesn’t regret it when he sees the look on your face.

Your cheeks feel warm under the intensity of his gaze, unable to maintain steady eye contact with him. “Thank you.”

Realisation hits him as he remembers, prompting him to slip his hand into the pocket of his jacket. “Give me your wrist.” He says, to which you feel confused, but nevertheless, you comply, only to be surprised when you notice a beautiful rose gold bracelet that looks like it costs hundreds in his grasp.

You watch as Jake assists in clasping the bracelet around your wrist ever so reverently. “It’s beautiful, Jaeyun,” You remark, bringing your wrist closer for you to admire the bracelet, but you falter with a frown as you return your gaze to him. “But why? You didn’t have to. I don’t want you to spend your money on me.”

Jake gives you a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Back then, I've never really spoiled you with anything like this, so consider this a gift from me to you.”

You can’t seem to find words to carry on the conversation, and so you resort to silence on your way back to the port while you take the opportunity to ruminate. Truthfully, after seeing and recognising his efforts throughout the whole day of your date, your heart is more than ready to accept him back, but a part of you keeps holding you back by taunting you with possibilities of him hurting you or that things would not work out well for you in the future.

It isn’t long until you finally reach the port with Jake assisting you out of the boat before the two of you proceed to leave the port, walking side by side with your hand itching to entwine with him.

Too deep in your thoughts, you lack attentiveness to your surroundings, causing you to bump someone’s shoulder roughly that nearly sends you staggering backward. You are about to apologise to the stranger, but Jake stops you as he recognises that you are not in the wrong.

“Hey man, you should apologise to my girl.” Jake has never sounded as hostile as he is now, his voice pitching lower, and when you lift your head, your eyes widen at how pissed off he really looks with his glaring eyes at the stranger who exudes such arrogance.

“From what I see, your girl bumped into me, so she’s the one who should be apologising to me, or better yet, kiss my foot,” The stranger counters, his face forming a sneer before he directs his callous eyes at you. The cynical smirk on his lips brings you an unpleasant shiver. “What do you say, sweetheart? Gonna be a good bitch and apologise on your knees?”

You already develop a strong distaste for this vile stranger whose eyes are looking at you with a predatory gleam. From your peripheral vision, you notice a change in Jake’s body language, rendering you hyper-aware of the patent wrath he emanates. “Jaeyun.” You utter his name warily.

But your calling falls deaf to his ear as he is seething and seeing red in his vision. “The only apology you deserve is my fucking fist.” Jake snarls coldly, and before you know it, things escalate into a situation you dread most.

“Jaeyun, don’t!” Your plea goes unheard while your attempt to prevent the dread is futile as Jake lunges forward to land a punch squarely in the stranger’s jaw in retaliation. 

Helpful passersby step in to de-escalate the situation amidst the uproar and violence. You even try to tug Jake at the hem of his blouse, but your attempt is futile as he is in a raging stupor that even four people have had to hold him back. Although Jake doesn’t bear any bruises, unlike the stranger, whose nose is bleeding, you spot his taut yet reddened knuckles.

Thankfully, a group of them proceed to drag the stranger away from the commotion while Jake wrenches out of their secure grip, but when his ablaze eyes meet your disappointing ones, it feels like cold water has splashed onto his face, mollifying his wrath.

A scoff leaves your lips before you turn your back on him and storm off, wanting to be away from him, but you underestimate his determination as he vehemently chases after you.

“Sweetheart, wait!” Jake’s plea reaches your ear, snapping you out of your storming thoughts and making you gain awareness of your location at the bridge with the canal just below you as he stops you with his hand latched on your wrist.

But you yank your wrist from his touch that sends a tingling sensation on your skin. “What’s the deal back there?!” You snap at him, any traces of the prior amiability dissipate.

Jake shoots you with a bewildered look, almost as if he is in sheer disbelief as well. “What’s the deal─ he intentionally bumped into you! I wasn’t about to let him get away with it! Not after he insulted you!”

“You should’ve just let him be! But no, you just had to get yourself into a fight!” You express your disapproval in a fit of anger, your eyes glaring into his nearly-faltered ones, though a part of you feels deeply moved by the fact that he defended you fiercely in your honour.

His eyes hardened obstinately, undeterred by your disapproval, even if the way you are glaring at him causes a twinge in his chest. “I’m not going to apologise for my actions. He deserved it.”

You heave a sigh, frustrated by his pertinacious resolve. “You need to understand that not all locals here are friendly, Jaeyun. The next time you get into a fight with them, who knows what would’ve escalated to?” 

Having had enough, you proceed to storm away from him, but he remains adamantly persistent. “Where are you going?” Jake asks, his frustration and disbelief unconcealed in his tone.

“Away from you,” You shoot your remark at him pointedly without turning around to look at him.

“Sweetheart, please,” Jake’s desperate plea pulls the strings in your heart agonisingly, and when his skin comes in contact with yours, you immediately yank your hand from his defeated touch.

“I didn’t recognise you back there, Jaeyun,” You confess, your voice sounding both exasperated and defeated. The look in your eyes punches him deeply in the gut. “I’ve never seen you in anger like that before, and you scared me.”

“No, no, no, you don’t have to be afraid of me,” Jake rushes, taking you by surprise when he cradles your face while his fingers tremble beneath your skin. “I would never ever hurt you. I’ll be damned if I do.”

“But I still don’t trust you, Jaeyun,” You utter in a splintered voice, slowly pulling away from him. “Words are meaningless if you don’t prove it with your actions. What if you betray your promises and lose control of your anger like you did back there? What if you hurt me─”

“Then I’ll kill myself,” Jake cuts you off sharply, his tone holding such dark promises that send you shivers. His dark eyes penetrate into yours, stealing your breath away by his conviction. “Or better yet, let you rip my heart out of my chest. But know this, I’ll kill myself before I could even lay a hand on you.”

“You’re crazy,” You blurt out in disbelief before you can stop yourself. Not even crazy, because in those eyes of his, there is only stark madness amidst the concoction of emotions.

“Yes, I’m crazy. I’ve been going insane ever since you left me,” Jake takes a step forward, but you take a step back, rendering him almost defeated it if weren’t for the boundless love his heart harbours for you.

“Don’t blame me for your insanity,” You retort defensively as you grit your teeth. “I did what I had to for my own good.”

“But were you happy without us? Without me?” Jake presses on incessantly, but you can discern a palpable hurt in the tenacity he seems to grapple with. “Because I sure as hell wasn’t. I was fucking miserable without you, and I knew that I deserved it for the times I took you for granted.”

You try your utmost not to be affected by his words, your resolve nearly melting. “We were nothing, Jaeyun, so why did you feel so miserable─” You are rendered speechless by the abruptness of his action as his towering figure slowly shrinks. “What are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done a year ago,” There is a palpable tremor in his voice that seems to unnerve you while you watch him getting down on the ground with both knees. “On my knees for you.”

You shake your head at him, not wanting him to shove away his pride no matter how much he infuriates you. “Jaeyun, stand up.”

Jake remains undeterred, his eyes locking yours in place so that you feel compelled to hear him out. “You asked me why I felt so miserable. It’s because when you left, I felt half of my heart left with you. I became worse than I already was, and I was always so angry," He tries his utmost for his firm resolve to come out strong in his enunciation despite the tumult of emotions within him threatening to implode. “I felt hollow and empty during my days that were painted blue. My days used to be filled with warm colours with you by my side. You brought colours to my life, but when you left, everything felt cold and dull.”

“Jaeyun,” Your voice trembles while your hands tremble as his declaration sends a wave of emotions to you.

“You need to hear this. You deserve to hear this after so long,” Jake says shakily, emotions displaying bare in his glistening eyes, and as you read him deeper, you can see how he is barely holding on. “I loathe myself when I think of those times I took you for granted, including how I was an arsehole towards you and ghosted you after I took away your innocence. You didn’t deserve that, and for that, I’m truly sorry.”

Alas, the emotions he fought valiantly to restrain burst into a torrent with an onslaught of devastation racking through his body. You remain cemented to the ground, watching in complete shock as tears unrelentingly cascade down his beautiful countenance. You have never once seen him in tears, and right now, it feels like your heart is shattering into pieces.

“I’m sorry for a lot of things, Y/N, and breaking your heart is one of them, but my biggest regret is not telling you how much you meant to me before you left,” His voice trembles with palpable heartbreak, nearly whimpering, causing tears to spring in your eyes.

“Jaeyun, just please stand up.” You implore, bending down as you attempt to reach for his arm. “You don’t have to kneel─”

“I love you, Y/N,” Jake cuts you off with a sharp sob, his pretty tear-filled eyes and his voice conveying raw yearning with a concoction of love and pain. “I’m so fucking in love with you that I might actually die if you leave me again. You occupy my every thought and my heart, and I miss you every day even if you’re in front of me.”

Before you know it, a sob leaves your lips as you weep with him, feeling profoundly moved by his confession that you had yearned to hear in a long time.

“I didn’t believe in love after I found out about my father’s infidelity. I didn’t even want to fall in love because I didn’t believe that someone could be loyal to their partner until you happened. I didn’t know how to distinguish between love and obsession, but fuck, I wanted you so bad that it hurt, just as it hurts now, because I still want you.” 

As Jake continues to pour out his heartfelt confession, his heart only seems to throb incessantly with pain. “You’re the only woman whom I want to marry and spend a lifetime with. I can’t imagine my future with anyone else except you,” He manages to smile through the tears. “You’re the only love of my life. The light to my darkness. The only good thing that has ever happened in my life.”

“Jaeyun,” You want to say something, but you lack the right energy to articulate your true feelings for him, only his name can you afford to utter, just like how you’ve always wanted to call for his name until he comes back home to you.

“I’m so sorry for everything, sweetheart. If I could turn back time, I would make things right and cherish you more,” The smile on his lips is wiped off as he breaks down in an onslaught of devastation voluntarily, pleading in between sobs and whimpers. “I can’t afford for you to abandon me again. I’m so sorry for fucking things up. Please don’t leave me again. I’ll do anything, including ripping my heart out if you ask me to─”

Jake feels his heart lurching in his chest when your palms cup his cheeks to tilt his head up as you bend down, only to be silenced by your lips on his as you kiss him softly that send sparks flying around him. He closes his eyes as he latches his hand on your wrist, kissing you back with fervent desperation, and he swears he can taste colours. 

Tears continue their descent from your faces even as you slowly pull away from his lips. “You’re an idiot, Jaeyun. How am I supposed to live, laugh, and love life without you by my side?” You cry softly, your palms remaining cupping his cheeks as you lean your forehead against his, your eyes fluttering close with his momentarily. “You said you’d do anything if you ask me to, so please stand.”

Jake complies with your request, rising from the ground with ease before you take him by surprise when you lunge towards him for a hug while his arms instinctively snake their way around your trembling body.

“I forgive you, Jaeyun,” You reaffirm with utmost sincerity in between sobs. “I’ve already forgiven you even before I left Seoul, and I loved you even before all of the cruelty happened. I was in love with you, Jaeyun. I thought that you wouldn’t feel the same way and that I was merely there for you to use me however you pleased.”

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve given you the clarity you deserved,” Jake tightens his arms around you, his hand ascending to cradle the back of your head with reverence as you slowly pull away to look at him with glistening eyes. “You’ve changed me, love. After you left, I prayed to God that I would meet you again one day. You made me become religious and prayed every day when I should’ve been worshipping at your altar, because you’re my religion.”

Your heart soars, and you swear you feel as though you are on cloud nine. “Jaeyun─”

“God, you’re so beautiful, even in tears,” Jake whispers affectionately, completely enamoured by you in the way he gazes at you with his pupils dilated with profound love. “I was in complete moonstruck when I first saw you after so long─” 

“Jaeyun,” You cup his cheeks, your eyes reflecting the same love in his eyes as you gaze at him. “Kiss me, please.”

And he does, dipping his head down and pressing his lips squarely on yours. He kisses you as if you might disappear at any moment in time. He kisses you like he’s afraid that this is all just a dream, but when the warmth of your palms touches his nape, he knows that this is real, and so he deepens the kiss.

Sparks dance behind your closed-vision while butterflies swarm in your tummy as he pulls you closer to his body, hugging you ever so intimately. As if knowing that you need air, he slowly pulls away from your lips.

“Can I be your man?” He seeks permission tenderly, his eyes meeting yours.

Instead of answering him, you lean in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “Does that answer your question?” Your tone matches his, your lips adorning a smile.

“More than it does, sweetheart,” Jake chuckles breathily, leaning his forehead against yours as he mirrors your smile. “Let’s head back to my car.”

“Jaeyun, do you want to spend the night at my apartment?” You ask tentatively, and yet, something so suggestively sensual swirls in your eye, giving him a sense of what to anticipate next.

As far as Jake can recall, he has never been dominated by anyone in bed. If anything, he loves asserting dominance and revelling in the power he wields over the other, but right now, in this very heated moment between you two, he finally acknowledges that maybe he has yearned for someone to control him, and not just anyone. You.

“You’re going to kill me, love,” Jake groans, throwing his head back against the pillow with his eyes rolling to the back at the delirious sensation of your tongue dragging along the ridge and veins of his raw erection. It feels like it has been forever since you decided to edge him.

Your hum from the back of your throat sends vibration through his cock as you continue to bob your head, taking him deeply into your throat. The sound of his moans and whines spurs you further into giving him the mind-blowing pleasure in the way you fuck him with your throat.

“Sweetheart, please,” Jake pleads softly, his fingers fisting the bedding as he struggles to control himself before caving into the temptation as his hand descends to grab your hair, but the instant he does so, you easily swat his hand away.

As you flutter eyelashes to look at him, his breath hitches in his throat upon seeing the familiar swirls of sultry dominance in your mesmerising eyes. Just before he can reach his climax, you release his cock with a resounding ‘pop’ and tut disapprovingly at him.

“I told you not to touch me unless I said so, did I not?” Your condescending tone only turns him on further, eliciting a needy whine from him as you continue to edge him with your thumb pressing and stroking his wet slit. “Now I’m starting to think that you don’t deserve to cum at all.”

“No. I deserve it. I’ve been good to you,” Jake whimpers, bucking his hips up to your tantalising touch. “Please make me cum. It hurts. I need you, sweetheart.” You could spend all night to edge him just to hear him whine and display his desperation in tears.

“Since baby asked politely,” You place a wet kiss on the bulbous tip, your tongue purposefully licking the pre-cum on his slit while your ministrations elicit a soft moan from him. His heart pumps loudly in his chest as he watches you seductively crawl your way to settle above him while the sensation of your palm on his abdomen muscles sends him the shivers. “Look at you. Being so good to me. Wish you were good to me sooner.”

“I’ll be good to you, always,” Jake gasps as you curl your fingers around his neck, applying enough pressure to punctuate your dominance over him. He subtly bucks his hips up, feeling your wet folds on his shaft. You hum, ghosting your lips on his teasingly. “I promise I’ll be good to you, just as I love you, always and forever.” He whispers before you silence him, pressing your lips on his into a bruising kiss.

Breaking the lip lock, you direct your focus on grabbing his shaft and guiding it to your entrance before you slowly sink down on him, eliciting moans from him that mingle with yours as your warmth envelopes him so perfectly.

“You feel so good in me, my love,” You purr appreciatively, your fingers remaining around his neck for leverage as you proceed to move back and forth with a sensual motion in your hips while your eyes greedily drink in the pure ecstasy on his handsome face. “Do you want more?”

“Please,” He says shakily, his fingers fisting on the bedding as he refrains himself from touching you. Upon his plea, you begin to ride him like a pro, each thrust and movement sends pleasurable shockwaves through your bodies.

“Touch me,” You demand in between bated breaths, and at an instant, his large hands find home on your sensual hips before he squeezes the flesh as he adds some guidance to your movements, needing to feel you deeply, but this position is not satisfactory for him.

“I’m sorry for this, sweetheart,” Jake murmurs, taking you by surprise when he manoeuvres you before you find yourself being pressed against the mattress with his figure hovering on top of you. “Fuck, yes!” He proceeds to fuck you with reckless abandon, his hips snapping into yours bruisingly as he thrusts his cock into you vigorously 

“Jaeyun, I didn’t say you could do that─” You gasp, your eyes turning white as you feel him hitting that spot, causing your walls to clench around him before he uses force to draw back his cock, only to ram into your cunt deliciously. “Fuck, Jaeyun!”

“I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good,” He whimpers, dipping his head down to your shoulder before he sinks his teeth into your skin as he continues to deliver vigorous thrusts. You circle your legs around his hips while your arms hook around his neck, meeting his thrusts that feel deeper than the previous.

In the throes of your pleasures, you can feel your climax reaching its peak, your walls clenching around him like a telltale sign. “I’m gonna cum, Jaeyun,” You moan in his ear. “Are you close too?”

“Yes. Wanna cum so bad,” He moans against your sheeny skin, “Please let me cum.”

“Go on. Fill me up like the good boy you are,” You whisper sultry in his ear, your fingers raking through his tousled locks. Jake never knew that getting called ‘good boy’ by you could make him turn on more than it should, and he desires to please you in every way you ask him to. As waves of ecstasy wash over you and him, you cream around his cock while he delivers one last thrust before going still as his warm cum spurts into your charted womb.

With ragged breaths, Jake leans on your body as you welcome him with your embrace, his head tucking in the nook of your neck while his fingers make their ascent to pinch and tweak your perky nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

“Thank you,” Jake whispers, placing a kiss on your neck before trailing his kisses down at the expense of your chest, his lips encasing your nipple and giving attention to both tits.

You release a pleasurable sigh, your cunt clenching around his cock at his ministrations. You continue to rake your fingers through his locks while you gaze at him lazily with a smirk on your lips. “My handsome boy, I’m not done with you yet.”

With your other hand, you stretch it out to the side and grab a familiar device. “Lay back on the bed, baby,” You order sternly, to which he whimpers before reluctantly heeding obedience. “Remember, hands to yourself, or I’ll have to tie them.”

“What are you doing─” Jake is silenced by a groan of his own as soon as he feels shockwaves of pleasure rippling through him from the vibrator you are pressing on the raging tip of his cock while grabbing the base. “Fuck, fuck! Y/N!”

“Be a good boy and take what I give you,” Your lips stretch into a cruel smirk as you revel in the way he is at your mercy. You pout at him, feigning such innocence that eventually fails to conceal your devilry. “You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you, baby?”

“No,” His Adam's apple is bobbing deeply to the erratic rhythm of his gasps as he throws his head back on the pillow. The sensation is mind-numbing while he is teetering at the edge of his impending climax. When he looks down to meet your stern gaze, he holds back a whimper, knowing that he is in for another session of being cruelly edged by you.

Jake’s absence in their penthouse likely bespeaks that he must have succeeded in his part in grovelling for your forgiveness and earned himself back into your good grace, but it is absurd to them how he has been gone for two days, and he didn’t even respond to any of their calls or texts, which led them into suggestively thinking that he has earned more than just your forgiveness.

Unfortunately, the three of them have been preoccupied with respective responsibilities for the past two days to discuss and collectively decide who will be making their next moves first. And so one of them, specifically the most inherently competitive one out of the four, decided to make his first moves without any consultation. Things were going smoothly until he received an earful through a call from a certain someone.

“But we haven’t even discussed this with Heeseung yet!” Jay exclaims, his disbelief punctuating, but Sunghoon remains undeterred in his pursuit while his eyes are examining the flowers that are meticulously displayed to captivate customers’ interest.

Presently, Sunghoon is at a florist boutique, which is situated in the same street where he temporarily resides, and truthfully, he has been struggling for the past fifteen minutes, worrying incessantly if he chooses the flowers that are not to your liking. He even has no idea what types of flowers these are, rendering him frustrated, but he doesn’t wish to head over to your place empty-handed.

What is more astounding is the fact that he is doing this, to which he has never done or bothered to be semi-romantic with the girls he had been before, simply because he was an anti-romantic, which explains his struggle at the moment, but for you, he is willing to struggle for more.

“Yeahhh, sorry buddy. I already lost to Jake. I can’t lose to you and Heeseung too,” His tone is anything but apologetic, being completely nonchalant, which irks Jay on the line. Sunghoon allows his eyes to skim through the flowers for another time before reaching for a small bouquet of garden roses and inspecting them. “Besides, I’m already on my way to her place, so don’t even think of trying to ruin my plan.”

“Heeseung is not going to like it when he hears about you,” Jay admonishes, and of course, Sunghoon disregards his warning as relevant while he makes his way to the cashier with the small bouquet of garden roses in his hand.

“For Y/N, it’ll be worth it. She is always worth the risk,” Sunghoon says firmly before putting his best friend on hold to make payment. Sunghoon gives the cashier a small smile of gratitude, who evidently swoons over him before he proceeds to exit the boutique and resumes the call with Jay. “You can have your turn once I’m done, and that is, well, probably a long time.”

“Park Sunghoon─” Sunghoon immediately ends the call before Jay can prolong his admonishment. Shoving his phone in his pocket, he glances down at the flowers in his grasp, and something so foreign spreads in his chest, which amplifies his heartbeat. 

With one hand controlling the steering wheel, he rubs his throbbing temple with the other while his hardened eyes focus on the road. Throughout the ride to your place, Sunghoon has been grappling with an unabating turmoil, rendering him to worry incessantly once more with his mind conjuring up possibilities of the outcome of his pursuit. 

But Sunghoon is audacious enough, even if it means that you might shut him out. He has waited far too long, and he has yearned for you to return to him. Above all, he yearns to return in your arms, in which he has found home. You are his home, a home his heart called to longingly, his heart that has bled for you.

Just like the others, Sunghoon was not himself after learning of your departure, but he rarely verbally expressed his emotions, even to his best friends. Instead, he became aloof and colder, always distancing from the others to deal with the tumult of emotions and feelings he could not articulate. Hence, he sought solace in expressing those feelings by delivering his punches to the impenetrable punching bag in their private gym.

But it wasn’t enough, and so he busied himself with work. He worked for Jay’s father as an architectural drafter since it was in value to his degree. It was more or less a generous offer from Jay’s father since, coincidentally, Sunghoon had no idea what career to pursue as he was too distraught by your departure, so he was grateful to Jay’s father, even if he detested the elder.

As for Sunghoon’s father, Sunghoon could never forgive him for the attempted murder by hiring a hitman, resulting in him departing from his so-called family for good. From then onwards, he regarded himself as someone who had no family, not that he was devastated over in the first place, because nothing was ever more devastating than you leaving him for the second time.

Sunghoon recalls spending his grey days in regret and utter devastation beneath his deceptive, callous facade. He doesn’t recall shedding tears, or maybe he did in his sleep whenever he dreamed of you and called out to you, but he knows for sure that his bleeding heart weeped every day for the loss of his princess.

Everything about you, even the little details he could vividly remember, haunted him in his mind every day and night ─ a poignant reminder of what he took for granted. At times, he could physically feel the pain in his heart whenever you struck on his mind.

Initially, Sunghoon thought that finding you in a short period of time would be impossible since you could be anywhere across the globe, but then he remembered about Milan, which you mentioned to him once. He hated himself for being too late, and by the time he found you when he first saw you at Milan Fashion Week, he knew that getting you back was not going to be easy.

Sunghoon regrets many things that centred around you. He regrets hating you in the very beginning, for reasons he deems farcical. He regrets the times he has treated you degradingly. He regrets not cherishing the moments he had with you so deeply. Above all, he regrets not letting you know how much you meant to him that no one could even come close to how he held you in his tainted heart.

Sunghoon was not a believer of love or any of those mushy-gushy sentiments, but you made him become one when he finally acknowledged that he was indeed in love with you in what he thought was impossible to develop such feeling, just as you made him want to become a better man for you.

As Sunghoon finally pulls over by the curb of the pavement in your street building, he is firm in his resolve that this time he won’t lose you. There is no room for debate. He must have you back, or he might actually cave into his depravity in capturing you and keeping you locked in his possession until forever, no matter if the consequence leads to you hating him with vehemence.

It isn’t long until Sunghoon reaches to the right floor as he heads for your unit with the bouquet in his hand. His inner turmoil remains unabating the closer he gets to your door. He clenches his jaw, hating how he feels the incessant jitter when he has dealt worse. As Sunghoon stops directly in front of your unit with the bouquet hidden behind him, he forces himself to press on the doorbell before he can even allow the second thoughts to influence him in changing course.

Right after he presses, the door swings open, nearly sending his heart into a cardiac arrest, especially when you are standing in front of him, all dolled up in a cute baby blue blouse that complements with your skirt. When his eyes finally meet yours, he sees how taken aback you are before a blend of confusion and annoyance swirls in your eyes. He senses a hostility emanating from you that adds to the brewing tension.

“What are you doing here?” You break the ice, your tone sounding displeased and your eyes showing no traces of cordiality. 

Sunghoon refuses to deflate from the clarity in your apparent animosity towards him. “Where are you going?” He asks cooly, wearing a mask of casual bravado.

You narrow your eyes at him as you fold your arms below your chest. “You didn’t answer my question.” 

“And you didn’t answer my question,” Sunghoon counters arrogantly while the smirk playing on his lips causes your cheeks to flare in either exasperation or the fact that you actually find him insufferably handsome with his raven bangs falling over his dark brows and his black leather jacket complementing his overall fit. “I can do this all day, princess.” The husk in his voice stirs something so dangerous in you.

You scoff in disbelief, trying to quell that unprovoked arousal. “I have work involving meeting my client. Now, answer mine.” You demand haughtily.

“Your work starts in the afternoon?” Sunghoon merely ignores your demand as genuine curiosity strikes him, but realisation immediately hits him, prompting his eyes to wander behind you where he is able to glimpse the entryway to your living room apartment. “Right. Is Jake still here? I’m sure he’s here. He didn’t go back to our place for two days.”

“That’s two extra questions, Park Sunghoon.” You deadpan, shooting him a scowl as he continues to taunt you with his smirk that you wish to wipe off from his handsome face.

“You’re going to answer them anyway,” He shrugs his shoulders, sliding his hand into his pocket. Curiosity sparks within you as you notice his other hand hiding behind him, but you choose to disregard it.

You heave a sigh, recognising that Sunghoon remains wilful as ever. “I’m a freelance writer, so my work can start anytime in the day, and secondly, Jaeyun’s asleep,” You state in exasperation, your tone changing into a warning and your eyes glaring accusatory at him. “Don’t you dare barge inside and wake him up. I want him to rest for more.”

Sunghoon looks at you as if you had offended him. “I didn’t even say anything.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I know that look. I know you.”

The smirk on his lips falters as soon as an air of melancholy is present amidst the tension, his features softening. “I’m glad that you still know me, even though I don’t know the new you.”

Silence drapes over you as you remain cemented to the floor, unable to tear your gaze away from his softened eyes. His words that were uttered in a soft tone carried an undercurrent of poignancy, parallel to the emotions swirling in his dark eyes. 

You can feel a palpable connection that seems to deepen as you are drawn into the cryptic wonders of his eyes before you force yourself to look away from him and clear your throat. “Can you move aside?" Sunghoon does the opposite, and this time, he decides to unravel the mini surprise to you, prompting you to look down at the beautiful authentic garden roses bundled in a small bouquet. You don’t bother to conceal your awe, and something stirs in your heart that is beginning to pick up a familiar cadence as it beats for the man in front of you.

“What is this?” You blurt out, unable to articulate your jumbled feelings, but nevertheless, you accept the bouquet, your heart remains beating, which is going borderline rapid by his mere gesture that has a profound impact on you. You thought that this mere gesture only existed in rom-com books or movies, but you never would have thought that Park Sunghoon would be the one to pull this move. 

Sunghoon observes the way your eyes gleam delightfully as you examine the garden roses in admiration. “I read somewhere online that in order to get your girl to fall for you on your first date, you should give her flowers at her doorstep.” He says, masking his diffidence with a simper smile.

A scoff leaves your lips as you try your utmost to avoid giving away that you are entirely amused by him. “I’ve never heard of such tips.”

“You’re right. I made it up,” His genuine smile that displays his fang-like teeth awakens the butterflies in your tummy. “Now let’s go for our date.”

You raise a challenging eyebrow at him. “What makes you think I would want to go anywhere with you?” 

“One, because I know you skipped breakfast. Two, you can never say no to this face.” He points his finger to his smug face while you ignore the fact that he still remembers a habit of yours.

You release a petty huff before deciding to step out of the threshold as you close the door behind you. “You’re so incorrigible and insufferable.” You tell him in a brusque manner, brushing past him as you make your way to the elevator while still holding the small bouquet.

Sunghoon easily catches up to you with his long legs, now walking alongside you. “Pick one, princess.” His chuckles sound annoyingly melodious to your ears. 

You know that you should not entertain him any longer for the sake of your sanity, but all it takes for you is a single glance at his face to cave into him. “Insufferable it is.”

“Isn’t this a bit fancy just for a lunch date?” You break the painful silence as soon as you finish the last bits of your food before reaching out for your glass of cider. “You didn’t even tell me to change into something nice.” 

“What are you talking about? You do look nice,” Sunghoon insists, his eyes raking all over you, feeling invasive, prompting you to look down at your empty plate while your cheeks feel warm. He snaps out of the trance before clearing his throat. “You look gorgeous as always.”

“You’re just saying that to flatter me.” You mutter dryly, appearing unaffected by his compliment even though you feel a flutter in your heart.

“You know that I don't flattery,” Sunghoon retorts firmly, and when his eyes meet yours, a smirk plays on his lips. “But for you, I’ll make an exception.”

This time, you decide to voice out what has been bothering you since the moment he appeared at your doorstep. You heave a sigh, feeling defeated. “What are you doing, Sunghoon?”

Sunghoon raises his eyebrow at you as he places down his empty glass on the table. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, this.” You gesture between you and him with your hands. The frown on your lips deepens. “A lunch date won’t erase what happened, and you can’t pretend like nothing happened.”

“That night, you told us that we should’ve tried harder if we wanted you that bad,” Sunghoon recalls as much as the recollection pains him. His eyes display steely resolve, and you know he won’t concede defeat, even if you reject him countless times. “That’s what I’m doing right now, Princess. From today onwards, I’m going to pursue you and show you how serious I am with you.”

Bitter chuckles leave your lips. “A year ago, I thought I could escape you. Everything was working out well for me,” You divulge a part of your vulnerability you retain. “I finally didn’t need to rely on someone to find happiness. I finally learnt how to love myself and embrace my flaws.”

“Tell me more,” To your surprise, Sunghoon encourages, his eyes showing keen interest that makes you feel touched in the heart. “I want to know more about what I’ve missed out on in your life.”

You bite down your lip harshly as you avoid his gaze. “You wouldn’t want to hear. It’s boring.”

“On the contrary, I do. I want to get more involved in your life,” Sunghoon prods further, and when you look at him tentatively, you can feel the impenetrable walls you built to protect yourself from him crumbling in the way his eyes soften while a small smile touches his lips. “And it’s never boring when it’s from you. I’d listen to my princess all day.”

Against your better judgement, you cave into the temptation as you begin tell-taling some parts of your journey in Milan, leaving out some details that you still feel uncertain to divulge to him, but nevertheless, he seems to be listening to you attentively without interrupting you, and you even find yourself lifting a small smile in the midst of it.

“So, what about you?” You decide to put the attention on him, partially because you are genuinely curious. “Jaeyun didn’t exactly tell me about you and the others when you were still in Seoul.”

He hums, his face unreadable. “Did he tell you how much he cried over you?” His question sounds rhetorical, and upon seeing your puzzled expression, he begins to divulge. “He cried over you on most nights, especially in his sleep, and he would call out to your name. We often checked in on him in any case he decided to do stupid shit,” He sighs. “I’ve never seen him cry like that in all my life I’ve known him. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him being so heartbroken over someone.”

The revelation renders you stunned as you remain silent, your mind drifting off to Jake. Maybe it should not have come off too surprising to you after witnessing his vulnerability descend on him just two nights ago, but to hear this from Sunghoon makes your heart ache. 

Sunghoon observes the expression you wear on your face, noticing your crestfallen eyes. “I’m sure you know how attached he was to you, just as I was,” His voice barely above a whisper near the end as you slowly lift your head to look at him just in time for him to wear a different mask, no longer is there vanity. “But we coped differently, like distracting ourselves with work or even hitting off to the gym.”

The mention of work easily replaces the melancholia with a spark of genuine curiosity. “So what were you working as while you were in Seoul?"

“I was working my way to become a professional architectural drafter,” He answers, leaning back on the cushion comfortably with his arms crossed over his chest. “Back then, I took up the offer Jay’s dad gave me and worked for him even though Jay was more than pissed about it, but I knew I couldn’t squander the offer. I was trained and given the opportunity to acquire hands-on skills that moulded me into someone reliable and competent.”

“So now you’re….?” You pause tentatively, raising your eyebrow at his continuation of your sentence in order to reaffirm. 

“Now I’m not only an architectural drafter but also the head of the architecture team.” His lips curl into a smirk while his eyes display emotions that reflect his pride. “I’m working under Jay’s company while concomitantly establishing my business in Milan.”

“That’s actually impressive,” Your genuine compliment not only elevates his pride, but it also renders him bashful as he feels warmth weaving across his cheeks.

“Thank you,” His sincerity shines through his soft utterance of gratitude, and his eyes darken with promises as he gazes intensely into your eyes. “I’ve been working hard ever since, especially when I’m working for the sake of my future with you. I’m doing it all for you.”

Your heart flutters against your will, and you can’t seem to look away from his enchanting gaze. “You shouldn’t do it for me. You should do it for yourself.” You subtly stammer your words.

His eyes hardened with intense resolve. “But I do. I’m doing it for our future.” 

You heave a sigh. “I don’t understand. How could you guarantee the possibility of finding me when you told me that you’ve been working hard for our future ever since I left? How were you so certain that I would ever accept you back in my life?”

“I had faith. You made me believe in faith, princess,” The corner of his lips curls into a small smile, his features softening as he reminisces wistfully. “I guess I can also say that I’m the reason for the likelihood of your accurate location. You told me before that you’ve always dreamed of travelling to Milan.”

You can’t help but falter, your eyes softening while your heart pounds harder against your chest at such trivial detail that he regarded it with high value. “You remembered.”

“Of course I do. I still remember your every detail,” His eyes roam around your features meaningfully, and his heart aches as he feels so close yet so far from you. “Just like how your face, your scent, and everything about you had been embedded in my mind.”

Silence envelopes around your table as you allow his words to sink deeply into your mind. You look away from his eyes and clear your throat in hopes of dispelling the tension. “We should go, or else I’ll be late to meet my client.”

Surprisingly, Sunghoon agrees and decides to cease whatever happened. Not moments later, the two of you are at the counter as you are ready to split the bills, but Sunghoon insists on keeping your card.

“I can pay for mine,” You retort vehemently, but your insistence is rendered futile as you watch in defeat when he proceeds to give his black card to the cashier. “Sunghoon.” You sigh, surrendering to his persistence.

Sunghoon merely throws you an annoying yet charming smirk. “What kind of man am I if I allow my woman to pay for anything?”

You silently curse your heart for fluttering once more while you shoot him a scowl. “I’m not your woman.”

It is nice to know that his obstinacy remains unchanged even a year later, but it highly affects you in your professional element while you are engaged in a discussion that entails the next procedure with your clients. Thankfully, the commotion in the background is minimal with fewer customers in the cafe, but what seems to distract you most is his presence as he sits closely next to you, leaving no gap in between.

Initially, you ordered him to wait in the car, but he stubbornly insisted on accompanying you and declared that he wished to give you moral support with his presence, which you considered unnecessary. Not only does his presence seem to mount the tension only you feel, but you feel the awkwardness as well. What baffles you most is the fact that your two clients do not seem the slightest bothered by the fact that this can be considered unprofessional.

After what feels like a torturous eternity, the meeting has concluded as your satisfied clients proceed to take a generous amount of sips from their frappe drinks, but their eyes keep wandering to Sunghoon, whose eyes are attentively on you.

“Thank you so much for your excellent work for today, Miss Kang. It has been such a pleasure doing business with you.” One of them commends you with a broad, genuine smile as she shakes your hand before her fellow colleague offers the same courtesy to you.

You smile rather gingerly, feeling satisfied that today’s transaction went perfectly smoothly, which tempts you to do your little victory dance, but of course, you maintain decorum. Feigning ignorance to a certain someone seated closely next to you, you fail to notice the way his eyes gleam with amusement as he examines you, looking oddly buoyant.

Your clients exchange words between each other before one of them looks over to Sunghoon briefly and returns her gaze to you with a knowing yet pleasant smile despite the glinting curiosity in her eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, Miss Kang. You have always shown excellent consistency in your work, but today is truly exceptional, and we guessed that your boyfriend was the source to offer you support. For that, we thank you both.”

The smile on your lips has never faded as quickly as it is now. “Oh, no. You got it wro─”

“As her boyfriend, it is important for me to accompany her and provide her the moral support in any case she needs.” Sunghoon cuts you off, rendering you flabbergasted at the sensation of his arm snaking around your waist to flush you against him.

Your clients smile pleasantly, oblivious to the tension as you shoot him a glare discreetly while casting him a sweet smile that laces with lethality. “Miss Kang, you are incredibly lucky to have him as your boyfriend.”

“Actually, I’m the lucky one to have such an amazing, hard-working girlfriend who I’m always so proud of.” Sunghoon plants a kiss on your crown, and his gesture of affection causes your clients to gush over while you are rendered speechless with your cheeks warming by his deliberate, infuriating actions that flutter your heart.

It is not long until your clients have finally made their departure. You wrench your way out of Sunghoon’s possessive embrace around your waist before attempting to put a safe distance between you and him, only for you to hit the glass window behind.

“Ow!” You moan out in pain as you clutch the back of your head that is throbbing painfully from the impact due to your hurried movements. You fail to heed the lack of space, and thus, you are closely stuck in between Sunghoon and the glass window.

“So clumsy,” Sunghoon makes a ‘tsk’ sound, prompting you to throw daggers at him with your eyes before you falter just slightly when his hand reaches out to you and cradles the back of your head tenderly before massaging the spot. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed still.”

You scoff in disbelief at his audacity, ignoring the fact that he gives you the butterflies moments prior before this. “So you’re blaming me for being startled by the fact that you put your arm around me after telling lies to my client that you’re my boyfriend?” You fume, giving him no opportunity to retort as you jerk away from his touch, but you are taken aback at his unyielding strength as he cradles the back of your head protectively in a nick of time just when you almost hit the glass window again.

“You should really be careful, princess.” Sunghoon softly chides you, his dark, thick brows furrowing in genuine concern and his eyes penetrating deeply into yours. Your breath hitches in your throat at the close proximity between your faces while you feel your surroundings fade into a blur. “I don’t want my princess getting hurt. What if I’m not there to protect you from your own clumsiness anymore?”

Honestly, his words fall deaf to your ears as you involuntarily focus on his dreamy yet handsome face up close. This must be the effect of getting your head hit. “Boyfriend,” You mutter absentmindedly, earning an eyebrow raised from him. “You’re my boyfriend???”

Sunghoon observes your softened eyes gazing dreamily at him, but nevertheless, he decides to string you along for his entertainment until you snap out of your reverie. A smirk touches his lips, leaning down to your face while his arm slithers around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Yeah, I’m your boyfriend, and you’re my girlfriend, princess.” He hums, his nose tantalisingly grazing against yours.

Oh, it is truly illegal for a man to be this unfairly gorgeous, and a bonus point when he smells good that entices you to snuggle into him with your face buried in his chest. You know that you are so touch-deprived by him that the sensation of his strong arm around your waist renders you weak in the knees as you completely melt against him.

“Sunghoon, you─” You pause as you are slowly being pulled out of your reverie, prompting you to blink your eyes.

“Yeah, my beautiful princess?” His voice is a low husk that sends shivers down your body.

You maintain a collected facade as you curl your fingers into fists before placing them on his solid chest. “Let me go, or I swear I won’t talk to you anymore.” You demand calmly while your eye contact with him never wavers despite the annoying flutters in your chest.

Sunghoon’s smirk deepens, having you flushed against him as he enjoys how agitated you are. “Nahh, I’m quite enjoying this. Being hugged by me is a privilege, so consider yourself the luckiest one since I don’t just hug anyone that isn’t my princess.”

“Sunghoon, I’m not joking around right now.” You say annoyedly, and yet you never attempt to push him away as your body is enjoying being intimately held by him. You release an annoyed huff and look away from him. “I’m mad at you.”

He chuckles softly, finding everything about you rather endearing. “What did I do, princess?”

You gasp in disbelief as you shoot him a glare. "Umm, the act? The whole self-proclaimed boyfriend thing in front of my clients?!” You whisper hotly, trying to keep your tone down a notch as you feel self-conscious due to the bustling patrons in the cafe. “You’re not even my actual boyfriend!”

“Who says I was acting?” His voice sounds deeper, while his face shows no hint of mischief. “I’m your boyfriend, princess. The whole of me is reserved only for you.”

“Park Sunghoon─”

“Do you not want me to be your boyfriend?” He cuts you off, his eyes displaying a rare vulnerability that has you completely faltering. “I’m being honest when I say that I’ve never been into a relationship, but you can trust me to treat you like a princess.”

You don’t respond, and instead, your glazed eyes flicker at his pink lips, needing him to press his lips on yours. You had no plan in falling for him again this soon, let alone to open your heart to him, but his every gesture seems to shatter your resolve piece by piece. You heave a soft sigh as you lower your head. “Let me go, Sunghoon, please.”

Sunghoon decides to relent, even if his heart mourns at the loss of your warmth and how perfectly you fit in his arms. Seeing how crestfallen you are, Sunghoon adorns a soft smile and reaches out to gently pat your head in a commendation, prompting you to slowly lift your head to look at him with questioning eyes.

“Great job for today, and I mean it.” He praises you with firmness while you remain wonderstruck at the stark sincerity on his dreamy face. You feel your heart clenching as he continues to smile at you. “I’m so proud of you, princess.”

Maybe it’s your hormones acting up since your period is coming in a week's time, but to hear someone telling you that they are proud of you touches you deeply in the heart since it has been so long, and to hear it from Sunghoon himself evokes a profound emotional level that springs tears in your eyes.

Sunghoon soothingly rubs your head in a stroking motion, a gesture that has your heart fluttering and clenching while he examines how teary-eyed you become.

“Do you really mean that?” You ask in a whisper, your blurry vision deprives you of seeing the clarity of his countenance. Your heart weeps at the loss of his soothing touch on your head, only to feel surprised when he cups your cheek before he leans down to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I always mean what I say, princess.” He murmurs against your forehead before slowly pulling away to look at your face. His lips curving into a small smile as he sees tears cascading down your cheeks. “Just as I’m always proud of you, and I’ll gladly tell you this every day.”

You let your inhibitions go as you quietly weep. “Thank you, Sunghoon.” You utter sincerely, forgetting any qualms you had for him as you tug at the hem of his jacket. “Can you hug me?” 

Sunghoon is more than glad to grant your request, his arms enveloping your body in a loving embrace while you don’t hesitate to bask in his warmth that you used to seek solace in. You flutter your eyes close, feeling safe and comforted in the familiarity of his dependent arms as Sunghoon plants a lingering kiss on your crown.

The skies are painted in the stunning hues of pink and orange while your evening is draped in a soft glow, and your sudden petulance bearing earlier after you exit the establishment that ensued in him receiving a long agonising silent treatment from you throughout the car ride eventually mollified after you drifted off to a deep slumber that seems to invigorate you.

Sunghoon thinks that you are one enigmatic woman. You’re hot for one moment, and the next, you’re colder than the weather at Antarctica. He is even staggered when you finally utter a few words to him as soon as you woke up. He has had to hold back his chuckles, finding you endearing in spite of your petulance that is rather adorable in his eyes. It turns out that you actually needed to take a power nap.

As soon as you reach the destination, your eyes widen as you remain cemented to the ground, the sight beholding you renders you wonderstruck. Sunghoon waits for you patiently to recover while also enjoying your reaction a little too much as he feels pleased.

Nonetheless, Sunghoon is confident, as he knows that he made the right choice when his plan involved bringing you to one of the biggest libraries that falls under the category of hidden gems in Milan.

“I’ve always wanted to go to this library,” You finally find your voice as you move forward, your eyes flickering to him before contorting your face into confusion. “But I thought it’d be closed at this time.”

“I rented the entire library only for us and until whenever we wish to leave,” Sunghoon tells you in a dismissive manner, almost as if it is not a big deal to him, whereas you are gobsmacked by this. He merely casts you a lazy smirk before tilting his head in a beckoning gesture, inviting you to explore the wonders of this hidden gem. “Let’s go, princess.”

“Wait, you rented? That must’ve cost a lot of money!” You exclaim exasperatedly, distracting yourself from the way your heart is beating in a familiar yet fluttering cadence, knowing that you are so dangerously tempted to cave into your yearning in the depths of your heart. “You shouldn’t have.” You say, your lips pulling down into a frown.

“Money has never been an issue for me; you should already know this.” Sunghoon provides you reassurance upon understanding the worries in your dim eyes, and unbeknownst to him, his genuine smile that causes his dimples to appear in his cheeks sends more fluttery to you. “Don’t feel bad, princess. I wanted to do this. Besides, you said it yourself that you’ve always wanted to go here.”

After being convinced by his assurances, you let your inhibitions go, venturing further into the enchanting wonders of the quaint library that looks magnificent with its opulence and details embellished sublimely on every part that gives off antiquated vibes. You have had to crane your neck to look up and examine the length of the bookshelves that reach to the high ceiling.

All the while you are preoccupied in your own little exploration, Sunghoon follows you from behind at a leisurely pace, watching you with a small smile on his lips. It does not matter that being in a library bores the fuck out of him, but seeing you in your element while your countenance displays such radiance of happiness is worth it.

“Everything here is absolutely divine,” You mutter to yourself, blissfully unaware of his presence in your vicinity. Your fingertips trailing across the spine of the books arrayed on the shelf that is at your eye level, hypnotising him with how delicate you are moving. “This is a different type of heaven for me.”

“I could bring you to another heaven, maybe even a better one,” You nearly jolt in surprise upon hearing his voice from behind you, prompting you to turn around, only to be startled by the close proximity. He smirks down at you as he lazily leans sideways against the shelf with his arms crossed over his chest. “You know, one that involves you rolling your eyes to the back out of pleasure─”

“Okay, enough,” You cut him off abrasively, your cheeks flaring at his salacious remarks. Your glare doesn’t deter him in the slightest. “It isn’t funny.”

“Seeing you flustered is,” The sound of his chuckles brings you more warmth than intended. He watches you in complete amusement as you pivot on your heels to trudge forward, clearly wanting to be away from him, but he follows you, as if something so magnetic lures him to you.

You try your utmost to ignore his patent presence from behind you as you grab one of the books to feign immersion in the reading while you flip through the pages rather aggressively, but upon feeling his body warmth, you release a huff before forcing yourself to look at him with exasperation. “Are you not bored of having to follow me around and watch me read through these books?”

“I could watch you read all day, princess,” Sunghoon adorns a boyish grin on his face, but as you look closely, it almost seems like he is lovesick in the way he gazes at you so fondly. “It’s nice to know that your love for books and libraries is unchanged.”

“What about you? Do you still hate them?” You inquire curtly as you return the book to its original shelf, hating how he is making you feel, be it intentionally or unintentionally.

“So fucking much. I don’t understand why you love reading.”

You turn around with your arms crossed below your chest, your eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Then why bother renting the entire library if you hate it?”

“I did it for you, because I know you loved libraries, like the one back in our old palace,” He states, his voice softening with nostalgia that seems to make your heart pounds louder and louder in your ears. “You loved books and the smell of books. You loved to skim through the pages and the summary of the book before deciding whether or not it piques your interest with the expression on your face. You loved spending hours in the library, because you’d rather waste your time on reading than on the wrong people,” A wistful smile touches his lips. “It’s nice to know that these little habits of yours haven’t changed.”

You blink your eyes at him before looking away from him, refusing to allow him a glimpse of an emotion you nearly show by the glisten in your eyes. “Let’s not get too carried away and ruin the mood.”

“You have no idea, do you?” His voice barely above a whisper, but what suspends your avoidance from him is the blues of despondency in his eyes. “The real reason for this date.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” You say curtly, and you can feel your once-steely resolve melting as you fight hard to deny the reality that has been bared in front of you since the moment he arrived at your doorstep. “Or maybe I don’t want to be confronted by the truth just yet. I don’t want to ruin this date no matter what ulterior motives you had planned.”

“You’re not ruining anything, you’ve never had,” There is a palpable tremor in his voice, despite his collected facade. He steps closer to you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I was the one who ruined things.”

Your eyebrows softly knit together in perplexity. “Sunghoon─”

“No, you need to listen, princess. I can’t let you go on without hearing my side of the story,” He cuts you off as gently as he can while there is an undercurrent of urgency in his tone. “It was all my fault.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, your face contorting into confusion.

“The whole incident a year ago, it was my fault,” He begins to unravel what he kept to himself for so long. His eyes turn crestfallen as he slowly lowers his gaze. “The night at that yacht party, I intended to delete those pictures and videos, but I was a fool for not being cautious enough when I left my phone on the vanity table. Some fucker, and I think you know who, took my phone and probably airdropped them on his phone.”

A muscle pulses in his jaw as the recollection haunts him in his mind once more. “I should’ve locked the door. I should’ve been more careful. I hated myself for what happened. Maybe if I hadn’t left my phone there, then you wouldn’t have suffered.” 

You remain silent, uncertain what to say, while your silence seems to render him defeated as he daringly lifts his head up to meet your unreadable gaze. “If you must direct your hatred and anger, it should be me, not my best friends.”

“It happened anyway, Sunghoon,” You say bitterly, blinking your eyes as you feel them glistening with dangerous emotions that might be released in rivulets. Honestly, you have no idea what to feel, because truthfully, you have moved on from that horrible part of your past, but to hear his side of the story seems to move you to see a different perspective.

“And I regret it every single day,” The way he accentuates his regret in a patent sincerity offers you more clarity than you sought, as does the way he looks at you with utter devastation. “But I regret letting you go the most without telling you the truth of my feelings for you. No, I wouldn’t have let you go if I had known that you intended to leave us.”

A scoff leaves your lips. “Regret? No, you didn’t. You hated me, Hoon. Remember? You told me yourself once,” Your wavering tone denotes such hurt as you recall the very beginning of your encounter with him. “You hated me and my guts in the beginning. You held grudges against me, even when I didn’t do anything wrong towards you. You fucked me like you hated me, and it was worst when I actually loved the pain of it all,” Your lips tremble in sadness while your eyes glisten with tears, unable to read the expression on his face through the blurry vision. “I threw away my dignity and morals for you and your best friends, all because I actually caught feelings for you and wanted to be close to you.”

“I know, and I was a fucking asshole. I shouldn’t have held grudges against you for the wrong, petty reasons,” He curls his fingers to form a fist, refraining himself from touching you because he knows he doesn’t deserve to touch you in a way he yearned for. “You were an angel. You were good. Too good for this fucked-up world. You did nothing wrong towards me. It was all on me.”

You swallow a painful lump in your throat, your voice thickening with a cocktail of emotions. “You were mean to me, Hoon.” You remind him again, wanting him to feel just as hurtful as you were by recalling those memories.

“I know,” His eyes glisten with such hurt despite no tears, and his voice is laden with penitence while there is a discernible crack. “God, I wish I didn’t hurt you and be the reason you left. I was so fucking miserable after we discovered from Jungwon and the others that you left. We all were. None of us were in our right mind.”

Your ego overshadows your sensibility as you look away from him. “I find that hard to believe. You turned out just fine.” 

“Then you’ve been deceived, princess. When you left, it felt like someone tore my heart out of my chest. I’ve never felt pain like that before, but I know I deserved that." A movement from him is enough to capture your attention, and your eyes widen at the sight beholding you while you are rendered thunderstruck. Park Sunghoon, the guy you once knew with one of the biggest egos and prided himself too much, is on his knees with his head hanging low.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out as you are unable to articulate your feelings that are in a tumult within you. You can see it in his body language, despite the defeat, this hurts his pride too much, but you don’t understand why he chooses to do so.

“Falling for you was my mistake. If I had known what I got myself into the moment I began to develop feelings beyond platonic for you, then I wouldn’t have fallen into deep,” You manage to find your voice, and this time, you utter it through soft weeping as you allow tears to escape your eyes. “I hate that you were my beautiful mistake, Sunghoon.”

His heart feels like something is stomping all over by the clarity in your declaration. “I’m willing to do anything if it means getting you to fall in love with me again,” He says shakily, slowly lifting his head up to allow you to see his sincerity and determination. “Just say the word, princess. You want me on my knees and crawl towards you? You want me to kiss your feet? I’ll do it. I’ll do them all, but please don’t tell me to stop grovelling for your forgiveness, because I won’t.”

“Sunghoon,” You choke back a sob, feeling a torrent of emotions crashing down on you while tears are unrelentingly cascading down your cheeks.

“I’m willing to wait for your forgiveness, no matter how long it takes, just like how I’m willing to wait for you to love me again,” His voice sounds thick with emotions that are threatening to implode while tears prickle in his eyes. “I’ll wait for your love, princess. I’ll always wait.”

“Tell me that you love me,” You plead in a soft cry, throwing away your inhibition while your once-steely resolve is liquified. “Tell me that you’re in love with me. Tell me what I want to hear.”

“I love you, Y/N Kang,” His declaration of his love for you is punctuated by stark sincerity and affection in his tone that overwhelms you. “I’m so fucking in love with you that it drives me crazy. I’ve always been in love with you, even when I was a denial asshole. No one can ever make my heart beat the way it beats for you. Nobody compares to you, princess,” A teardrop slides down his cheek. “I don’t care that you hate me, but I’m begging you, please allow me to love you.”

“I do hate you for making me fall in love with you over and over.” You admit through soft sobs, taking slow, tentative steps towards him. “I hate you for being the reason why my heart refused to look for anyone else that wasn’t you. I hate that I still love you after all this time when I should’ve moved on.”

“Please don’t ever move on. I promise I’ll be a better man for you,” He pauses, swallowing a lump in his throat as he looks up at you with glassy eyes. “Princess, can I hug you?” He asks weakly, nearly whimpering.

As soon as you nod your head, he slowly wraps his arm around your waist and buries his head just below your chest level, hugging you tightly while there is a raw intimacy enveloping you. You cradle the back of his head with a touch of affection before reciprocating the hug as you embrace him with your warmth.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/N,” Filled with such desperation, he clings onto you as though you are his only salvation. “No one has ever made me feel weak until you.”

“I love you too, Park Sunghoon,” You whisper thickly, refraining yourself from weeping again. You dip your head to plant a kiss on his head while you caress his trembling back in loving strokes. “I forgive you, so please stand.”

With a shaky breath, Sunghoon complies, lifting himself at ease as he finally towers over your figure. He musters courage to meet your eyes despite feeling puffiness around his eyes, and his heart only pounds harder as he mentally prepares himself for what is next.

“I don’t want my actions to make you doubt my love for you ever again, and I never want you to question how much I truly love you,” Nervousness is evident in the way he speaks, despite the veil of confidence he adorns on his countenance.

Confusion swirls in your eyes amidst the speckles of curiosity as you watch him removing his leather jacket and allowing it to drop on the floor, all the while his eyes never leaving yours, causing your cheeks to flare under the palpable intensity of his gaze. Your eyes trail down to his fingers that are clutching the hems of his black shirt.

“Sunghoon, what are you─” You are rendered speechless, flabbergasted even, as he pulls up his shirt and removes it in one swift motion, leaving his fine glory on display for your eyes to feast appreciatively upon while your cheeks feel gradually warmer.

His toned muscles are a testament to his diligent work that has evidently paid off, and honestly, he looks more ripped than you last recall, as if he had indeed spent most of his hours at the gym. The rose tattoo on his hip sends you a wave of familiarity, recalling the times when you would admire his tattoo as you traced your fingers on his skin. The veins protruding on his arms and the imposing sight of his v-line on the lower region nearly has you foaming in the mouth, but you immediately retain your decorum, though your arousal remains in its wake within you.

If you are being frank, you genuinely desire to pounce on him and claim every inch of him as yours. You dismiss your depravity that remains lusting over him as you return your gaze to his face, noticing that he has been observing you with a faint smirk on his pink lips.

Without a word, Sunghoon slowly turns around, allowing you a full view of his toned back, but what renders you thunderstruck with your eyes widening is the sight of a new tattoo across on his shoulder blades being proudly displayed in a fancy font that is readable.

At this rate, your pulse feels like a sledgehammer, matching the way your heart thunders as you read the wordings in a breathy utterance. “Property of Y/N,” You marvel at his devotion for you, which he willingly inked on his own precious skin. “When did you get it?”

“A few weeks after you left,” He says succinctly, sounding breathless while his body goes taut by the sensation of your fingertips on his skin, tracing along the tattoo design. “I already knew that I held you close to my heart, but I wanted your mark to be permanently inked on my skin, just like how you left a permanent mark in my heart.”

“But why ‘Property of Y/N’?” You ask, your voice trembling with emotions that threaten to sweep you away while tears prickle your eyes as you watch him turning around to face you.

His eyes seem to be searching for something in yours in spite of the accumulating tears in your waterline. “Because you own the whole of me, you’ve always had." His voice sounds gradually deeper with each step he takes towards you, amplifying the palpable tension between you and him.

You remain rooted to the ground despite your heart pounding harder as he closes the gap, and it nearly lurches in your chest when he dips his head down to lean his forehead against yours. “I’m yours, princess,” He whispers, his fingers gently wiping away a fallen teardrop sliding down your cheek while his dark eyes never stray from your glistening ones. “I’m yours forever. Even if someday you don’t love me anymore, I’ll still love you, always and forever.”

Like a broken dam, the torrent of emotions breaks free from your resistance, bringing forth more tears to cascade down your cheeks as you weep softly, but you don’t look away from his dark eyes that threaten to consume you whole, swirling with a cocktail of emotions and desires.

“I want to kiss you so bad,” The unmistakable yearning in his voice resonates in the depths of your beating heart, and his touch on your skin as he cradles your face feels scorching, igniting a spark of fervent desire for him.

With a single head nod from you, Sunghoon captures your lips with his, kissing you softly with reverence, but gradually, there is a sense of urgency, one that reflects the hunger from his innermost ravenous desire for you. With one hand cradling your face, the other slithers around your waist, pulling you closer to his body heat possessively.

Without breaking the fervent lip-lock, he backs you up until you hit the shelf behind you, as he has you locked in place. Your hands go winding in his hair as you tilt your head to the perfect angle for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue caresses your lips, a silent permission he seeks to explore every inch of you, to which you part your lips for him to thrust his tongue into your hot cavern.

You sigh pleasurably into his mouth, your breath mingling with his while he continues to ravage you with his tongue. You moan deeply as his tongue dances with yours in familiar yet intimate tango, while the sound from you travels deep to his cock beneath the confines.

He pulls away just slightly to sink his fang-like teeth into the plush of your bottom lip, tugging it gently and savouring the taste of your lip. The corner of his lips curves faintly into a smirk as you whine softly before he relents, only for you to be taken aback by his lips sealing you into a bruising kiss, as though he has released the remnants of his inhibitions.

“I’ve missed you so much, princess,” He rasps against your parted lips, his warm breath fanning your upper lip as he allows you a moment of respite from the feverish kiss. He watches as you slowly flutter your eyelids open, your eyes misting with lust and longing that mirror his, but there is a certain darkness that evinces a familiar depravity as he desires to consume you. His lips ghost yours. “I want you so fucking bad, you have no idea.”

“Then take me,” You utter softly, your voice laden with equal desire as his. Your hands fall to his nape, relishing his warmth beneath your touch. You tilt your head up to purposefully bump your nose against his with your lips dangerously close to his. “What are you waiting for? Take me, hoon. Touch me, love me like you do.”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Sunghoon reclaims your lips, kissing you with an unbridled yearning that has all thoughts and worries faded into insignificance from your mind. Just him and him alone matter at this moment.

His hands slide down to your thighs, gripping the flesh with his fingers, a silent command you comply to as you instinctively jump with his assistance, prompting you to encircle your legs around his waist before he manoeuvres you over to the table without breaking the heated kiss.

The force of his ravenous kiss nearly sends you falling back, but you plant your palm on the surface of the mahogany table for stability. Pulling away from your swollen lips, he ignites a scorching path on your skin as he maps his kisses and licks down your neck.

The heat pooling in your core dangerously renders you impatient as you become unbearably needy for him to claim you deeply. “Hoonie, I need you,” You utter breathlessly, nearly whimpering, while your hands haphazardly roam around the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs.

“I know. I got you, princess,” He whispers, pressing a sensual kiss on the sensitive spot of your neck before pulling away to unzip his pants, all the while without breaking the heated eye contact with you. As his pants finally fall to the ground, your eyes trail down to his fine glory until they stop at the prominent bulge that looks borderline erected against his briefs. The carnal lust in your ravenous gaze sends shivers through him as he pulls down his brief, freeing his painfully erect cock. “Your turn, princess.”

His deep, husky voice goes straight into your heated core before you obediently comply with his command, standing on your feet to strip yourself, starting from the bottom. Your skirt falls to the floor, followed by your lace underwear that has a small wet patch from your arousal.

Just before you can unbutton your blouse, Sunghoon intercepts with his lips crashing onto yours while you gasp from the impact that causes you to hit the edge of the table behind you. He is practically ravenous, kissing you as if it is his last, as he multitasks with his hands to manoeuvre you on top of the table.

“Are you wet enough?” He murmurs against your lips, his fingers descending to your lower region until they reach the destination that awaits him feverishly. As his fingers accidentally strum on your aching clit, a soft moan leaves your lips that goes straight into his cock. His two fingers begin to inspect your folds that are slick with your arousal before thrusting them into your cunt for good measures. “You’re so wet, princess.”

You nod your head mindlessly, only focusing on the sensation of his fingers thrusting into you with steady momentum. Your eyes flicker to his enamoured ones, and your cheeks go warm under the intensity of his gaze. “Hoonie, please fuck me,” You whine, moving your hips to meet his thrusts, which eventually cease.

“No, princess. I’m not just gonna fuck you,” He looks down and grabs his shaft to aim the bulbous head directly at your clit before pressing onto it, causing your body to jolt at the sensation. Your needy whines bring a small smile to his lips as he continues to slide his cock in between your folds before aligning his cock to your sopping entrance. “I’m gonna love you hard, just like you said so. To love you like I do.”

With that, Sunghoon pushes forward, his cock breaching your entry with little resistance owing to your slicks of arousal that serve as a lubricant. You gasp as your hand immediately latches onto his bicep, feeling the expansion of your walls as they accommodate his girth.

“Fuck, princess. Your tightness never ceases to amaze me,” His husky voice is laden with lust that is borderline carnal, sending shivers down your spine. Still pushing himself deeper into your quivering cunt, he looks up at you, his eyes softening just slightly before he leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “You never cease to amaze me.”

Sunghoon groans deeply, feeling his cock reaching its destination as it finally nestles deep inside of you. Gripping your hips to seize control, he begins to thrust into you, setting a pace that makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through you while the sound of your moans mingle with the slaps of skin-on-skin that echoes in this part of the library.

You slowly wrap your legs around his waistline, desiring to feel his cock deeply while his bicep muscle beneath your touch flexes as he asserts dominance over your body. His dark ravenous eyes drink in the sight of you throwing your head to the back as you drown yourself in the pure ecstasy, your moans attesting to it.

“Right there, Hoon,” You moan in satisfaction as he hits the spot deliciously with how deliberately precise each thrust he delivers, and yet he seems to be savouring with how slow yet impactful enough to leave you breathless each time as you arch your back like a cat.

“Yeah? Right here? That’s your spot, princess?” He rasps, his voice sounding strained, almost as if he is holding himself back while there is an unmistakable affection in his tone. He repeats his action, withdrawing himself until the head remains in between your folds before ramming his cock into your cunt, causing the table beneath you to creak and groan under the force of your shared fervour.

You slide your arms underneath his armpits to hook them around his shoulders, wanting him closer to you before you chase for his lips and kiss him hard. He growls into the kiss as your pulsating cunt clenches around him, sending shivers through your body that is pulsating with ceaseless pleasure before he proceeds to carry you elsewhere.

You whine softly into the kiss as he halts his thrust, only for him to resume as soon as he pins you against the shelf without allowing you to stand on your own, still supporting you from below with his strength. With how hard he is fucking into you, you swear you can feel the shelf behind quakes.

“I wanna be buried inside you forever, princess,” He murmurs against your lips before pulling away and focusing on bringing you to another heaven that awaits you. His biceps muscles flex as he lifts you a little higher while your arms go hooking around his neck to stabilise yourself. “Wanna make love to you every day like this, reminding you that you own every inch of me.” He grunts, driving himself deeper, which has you seeing stars.

You can only moan in response, any coherency dissipates at this perfect moment with you wrapped around him. The air is thick with a heady mix of sweat, lust, and love that is palpable amidst the fiery passion. The sensual symphony is accompanied by your moans and his bated breaths that reverberate throughout the library.

You throw your head to the back, allowing your bare neck to be enticingly present in his eyes. Unable to resist the temptation, he leans in and presses his lips on your neck without relenting his thrusts that gradually turn vigorous, causing your whole body to jiggle. More moans tumble past your lips as you roll your eyes to the back in pure bliss, feeling the pleasurable sensation of his teeth sinking into your skin that will evidently leave a mark.

Without pulling away from your neck, his thrusts become erratic, fucking into you that sends you into another state of euphoria, and you know he has reached his climax as he moans deeply into your neck. “I’m─ fuck─ I’m gonna cum, princess,” Sunghoon nearly growls out, his nails sinking into the flesh of your bums while you can feel his cock hitting the spot deliciously without missing a beat.

“Hoon,” You manage to utter between broken moans, tears pricking in your eyes as he pounds into you with the fervent intention to drive you both to the brink of ecstasy while you can feel your impending climax reaching its peak. “Please kiss me.”

Sunghoon complies, crashing his lips onto yours in a feverish kiss while sparks fly around you. “I love you,” He murmurs in between the kisses, and your heart swells at the declaration of love so raw in the yearning of his voice. “I love you so, so much, Y/N Kang.”

“I─” Your words clog in your throat as you reach the crescendo of your impending release that matches his, causing your cunt to spasm around him as you tumble over the edge. You scream his name as your orgasm crashes through you like tidal waves while he delivers one last thrust with a growl before burying himself deeply as he fills you to the brim.

As the last of ecstasy echoes in the air, he remains buried in you while the union of your fluids slowly leaks from your sexes as they eventually stain the wooden floor. Your ragged breaths mingle with his as you bask in the blissful afterglow while he continues to hold you up in the air. When your eyes slowly flicker to his, your heart flutters at the intensity of his gaze with a fiery desire palpable.

You cup his cheeks and lean your forehead against his, smiling softly amidst catching your breath. “I love you too, Park Sunghoon,” You utter breathlessly before attempting to kiss him, but he startles you when he proceeds to carry you elsewhere. “Sunghoon─?”

Sunghoon carefully settles you down on the couch that is thankfully spacious enough. Your breath hitches in your throat upon seeing how his eyes darken with carnal lust as he hovers on top of you. The sensation of his cock dragging along your slick walls elicits a soft moan from you before you whimper at the sensitivity as it strikes you.

“I’m gonna keep loving you, princess. Fill you up and put a baby in you,” He says in between bated breaths, his biceps muscles flexing as he plants both hands next to your head. His dark eyes penetrating into yours hold dark promises despite the love and lust. “Never gonna let you leave again, not when you’re carrying my baby.”

The thought of having his babies heightens your desire, prompting you to buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. “Please,” You whimper, needing him to obliterate your cunt like he used to. “Love me harder.”

Sunghoon does, proving his love and devotion to you by bringing you to a new state of ecstasy that feels exhilarating over and over, leaving no spot in the library untouched that has been stained by your passionate love-making.

The gloomy weather brings forth a bleak atmosphere throughout his imposing, minimalist office, enveloping him with a familiar comfort he often seeks solace in after a long monotonous and hectic day as someone who bears responsibilities that are heavier than they seem. The rhythmic sound of rain pelting against the floor-to-ceiling windows across the vast expanse of his office fills his ears as he remains motionless, resting on the couch that is situated in the centre with one arm draping over his eyes.

Jay ignores his phone that has been buzzing incessantly on the main desk, completely unbothered since it is past office hours and most of his employees in the building have already clocked out of their shifts. He needs some time alone to put his mind at ease after all the work that took mental exertion on him.

Being a managing director was never on his bucket list, but being the only son and heir, Jay knew that he could never escape the inevitable, which he deemed a heavy burden. Truth be told, he had no idea what he wanted to pursue after graduation, but he desired to travel around the world and enjoy what life had to offer without any restriction. He should have known better that it was merely a pipe dream to someone like him, whose whole life had been dictated by his parents, and most especially his father.

As Jay recalls a certain memory not too long ago, a scoff leaves his lips. Initially, when Jay divulged to his parents about moving abroad without disclosing his real intent, his mother vehemently opposed, but his ever-callous father surprisingly allowed, only if Jay fulfilled his duty as the heir, and with the perfect timing, his duty call was coincidentally at the very city he intended to go.

Thankfully, Jay was more than ready to oversee his father’s established business in Milan, as shown by his remarkable performance throughout the period of him working and honing his skills, which moulded him into the notable director he is now, whom every one of his employees looks up to out of both fear and reverence, despite being conferred the position three months ago.

Jay also recalls how there were moments when he would get along with his father in regards to business, but he knew that it was merely out of necessity since his father was required to be part of his guidance, not that Jay was saddened or anything. He more than recognises that they could never have the normal father-son relationship he used to yearn for.

But then again, that yearning his younger self once possessed is unparalleled to the yearning instilled in his heart that perennially bleeds and beats for you, even when he thought all hopes in finding you were lost.

Just like his best friends, Jay was not himself, but remarkably, he managed to hide it well, most especially from his father since he knew he could not afford to lose his focal point on business matters, not when at that point in time, all he had was working and building his way up the corporate ladder.

Jay grieved for you every night, even on nights where he chose to spend them in his temporary office at the main corporate building, because sleeping in his own bed at the palace only seemed to hurt him deeply as he could smell your faint scent on the bedding while his mind would drift off to how he used to spooned you as you slept soundly in his arms.

Instead of unleashing the tempest of wrath that was once ingrained in him, Jay felt entirely numb with agonising pain and chose to cope with the loss of your presence in his life by drinking and smoking excessively that even Heeseung grew concerned for his health. It was not as if Jay intended to, not when he had no desire to become like his alcoholic father, but those methods were more efficient for him to drown out his thoughts and feelings he harboured for you.

What a fool he was, because no matter how many bottles he drank or sticks he smoked, he could not erase the permanent mark you left in his tainted heart. He could never forget you. How could he ever forget the woman who managed to make him feel deeply? How could he ever forget his first love?

Before meeting you, Jay has never had a crush on anyone, even when the girls surrounding him were equally stunning, simply because he could not be bothered to be involved in such useless pursuit that wastes his valuable time. He also found the possibility of him developing feelings that evolve into love simply absurd, as he did not believe that he was a man capable of love until you.

Yes, it started out as an infatuation, especially when he chose to torment you for a short period of time for pure entertainment, but as the times he spent with you passed, he grew fond of you and knew that his obsession stemmed from the love he had for you despite not knowing what love truly was.

The only and most regrettable thing was him not acknowledging to you about the fact that he had fallen deep and that he desired to spend a lifetime with you. There was not a single day where he did not dwell in regret for his past sins towards you. He loathed his actions, including how he treated you horribly in the beginning. Even worse when he allowed you to slip away from his grasp in just a blink of an eye.

A muscle pulses in his jaw as he recalls your words the last time he saw you. The way you looked at him and in the tone you spoke to them haunted him in his sleep. He knows that he has to grovel to earn your forgiveness and win your affection back, but right now, he has no idea when is the appropriate time for him to embark on his pursuit, especially when two of his best friends seem to have kept you occupied.

As if on cue, the door of his office swings open, revealing the very two people who had just intruded his thoughts as they come barging into his office. Jay remains unmoving, even as their approaching footsteps get louder in his ears.

“We were wondering what kept you in the office too long. We thought you decided to work overtime again,” Sunghoon voices out his thoughts as he stands near the couch alongside Jake, towering over Jay’s unperturbed figure.

“Are you sleeping?” Jake asks, staring down at his best friend with a bewildered expression.

“No. I’m meditating, and you guys are disrupting my peace,” Jay states flatly, his voice devoid of amusement. Sighing, he lifts his arm away from his eyes as he pries them open to look at them. “Barging into my office without knocking on the door. Tsk. It looks like spending more time away from work than you should makes you lack etiquette.”

Sunghoon and Jake exchange knowing looks with faint smirks playing on their lips, earning a suspicion glare from Jay as he slowly lifts his upper body from the couch. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just that we’re sensing something in your tone,” Sunghoon rubs his chin thoughtfully, but even Jay recognises that his best friend is mocking him. “Maybe it’s jealousy?”

“Why would I sound jealous?” Jay snaps, his patience wearing thin while he can feel the jealousy growing within him, but his ego refuses to admit it to them.

“Oh, you know, because we got to spend time with Y/N ever since she accepted us back,” Jake seems to taunt him as the smirk on his lips stretches wider almost so cunningly. “You should try it sometimes. Grovelling, I mean.”

“You guys are insufferable. If you’re here to taunt me by rubbing your success in my face, then get the fuck out of my office,” Jay shoots him a scowl, resisting the temptation to punch the smirks on their faces.

“We were just helping you by pushing you to get to work,” Sunghoon says defensively as Jay coldly brushes past them to get to the main desk. “We gave you time and opportunity for you to make things right with Y/N yesterday, but no, you had to delay.”

“And need I remind you who was the biggest arsehole between us? Most especially towards Y/N in the beginning.” Jake asks rhetorically in a sardonic tone.

“First of all, I was busy with numerous meetings because we’re running tight on the deadline of our big project, and don’t forget that you’re involved in the said project,” Jay retorts at Sunghoon before directing his glare at Jake. “Secondly, I wasn’t the one who made Y/N cry first, unlike you, who decided to become the first arsehole by making her jealous, remember?”

Instead of retaliating like Jay expected, Jake simply shrugs his shoulders, completely undeterred. “All is well and forgiven now, but I don’t know about you, though. I wonder if Y/N will forgive you by the time you decide to grovel a little too late.”

“It would work in our favour if she doesn’t,” Sunghoon smirks cruelly as he playfully bumps his shoulder against Jake’s, adding to the fire that is simmering within Jay from their provocation. “The less competition there is, the better.”

“It isn’t a fucking competition,” Jay clenches his jaw, his steely eyes burning straight into them, and it is so infuriating that they are not in the slightest deterred by the obvious path of his wrath they are at. “We agreed, a year ago, that it was only fair if we shared her.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Jake raises his eyebrow at him with an expectant glint in his eye. “You may have all the time in the world, but Y/N might not wait on you anymore─”

“She’s waiting on me?” Jay cuts him off, his once-seething wrath towards them wanes while his steely eyes soften at the thought of you.

“She didn’t exactly let us know, but we know that she is. There is no doubt that she is still waiting on both you and Heeseung,” Sunghoon tells him, observing his wintry facade that slowly melts. “Yes, being late is better than never, but don’t you think that she has waited long enough to hear our apologies?”

Jay’s silence is prevailing as they examine the emotions that leak through the cracks of his wintry facade. Jake sighs softly, tucking his hand into his pocket. “Y/N deserves better, Jay, you know that. So prove to her that you deserve to have her.”

Jay finally snaps out of his rumination as he lifts his head up to look at them with a faint smirk on his lips. “Look at you two. I never knew you could be this wise. Y/N must’ve been the reason for your wisdom.”

“You’re right,” Sunghoon admits, lifting a small smile at the thought of you. His eyes harden with encouragement as they penetrate into Jay’s. “So you better get your ass moving soon or Jake and I will be the only privileged ones to have Y/N as our girlfriend.”

Instead of responding, Jay grabs his phone from the table and his coat that was draped over his swivel leather chair before striding towards the door, leaving behind curious yet puzzled Jake and Sunghoon. “Where are you going?” Jake asks as soon as Jay swings the door open.

“Somewhere,” Jay answers vaguely, his tone sounding uncertain, but deep inside, he knows that he needs to see you, even if a part of him feels ambivalent about showing his face to you after recalling your words that struck him deeply.

On his way to the elevator, his eyes flicker to his secretary, surprised to see her still at her station, and an idea pops in his mind before Jay decides to call for her. “Cancel any of my plans for the next two days. I won’t be coming to the office.”

All the while, Jake and Sunghoon observe him from afar, feeling pleased as they fist bump each other without tearing their gaze off of their best friend.

A pleasant fragrance from a distinct scented candle pervades his senses as it rouses him from his slumber, but his head begins to pound unpleasantly, forming a headache while his face contorts into a grimace. His throat feels parched, as though he has been dehydrated for over a day.

Jay pries his heavy eyelids open, only to be greeted at the oddly familiar ceiling that looks different than the ceiling in their penthouse. He feels a weight on top of his body before looking down at the white duvet that had tucked him throughout the night nicely and noticing that he had fallen asleep on the couch.

Jay allows his head to fall back onto the comfortable pillow that nearly tempts him to resume his dreamless slumber while his mind is in a tumult of confusion amidst the incessant headache, wondering how the hell did he end up here out of all the places.

Jay rubs his tired face, hoping that he did not do anything foolish or embarrassing as the recollection of whatever happened yesterday is still in fragments. His heart nearly lurches in his chest when he hears you clearing your throat, prompting him to raise his upper body to sit. He briefly looks down and sees that he is still in his work attire.

“You’re up early, for someone who went completely wasted,” You state tersely, avoiding his gaze as you put down a glass of water on the coffee table in front of him. “Here. You probably need it.”

Instead of hydrating himself, Jay continues to look at you as though you are unreal. “How did I end up here? What happened last night?” His husky voice sounds grating and sends you oddly pleasurable chills through your body.

You muster courage to look at him without giving away the fact that you are actually melting on the inside at how sinfully good he looks with his white top being unbuttoned, allowing his toned chest to be visible in your eyes.

“You don’t remember?” You ask in disbelief, your frown deepening at the genuine confusion plastered on his face, eliciting a sigh from you. “You showed up, drunk, at my doorstep last night, and then you nearly passed out on me, so I had no choice but to bring you into my apartment. Now, does that jog your memory?”

“I don’t know. I can’t even think straight because my head hurts,” Jay mutters, furrowing his eyebrows in discomfort, but even then his eyes continue to roam around you as he notices how dressed up you look, being adorned in a short pleated milkmaid dress with ditsy floral print all over.

“You shouldn’t have drunk too much.” You reprimand him, feeling your cheeks warm at his invasive yet hungry eyes raking all over you. 

Jay swallows down a glob of spit to moisturise his extremely parched throat as he slowly returns to meet your gaze. “Where are you going?”

“To the airport. Karina and Wonyoung will be flying back to Seoul today, so can you please hurry and freshen yourself up? I’m going to be running late,” You tell him, your tone denoting your impatience. “You can take a shower in my bathroom. I’ve already placed a set of new clothes for you on my bed if you feel uncomfortable wearing back your work attire.”

“You have clothes that fit me?” He asks, curiosity laces with amusement in his tone.

“They’re Jaeyun’s. Don’t take too long, or I’ll have to actually lock you in my apartment,” You ramble with your words as you avoid his gaze, uncertain of what expression he wears before you decide to head to the kitchen, whereas Jay promptly heads to your bedroom.

It is not long until Jay finally steps inside your bathroom. As he turns to look in the mirror, he notices the puffiness around his eyes, and that is when those fragments of last night’s recollection coalesce into one, eliciting a groan from him as it replays in his head.

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Instead of heading back to their penthouse, Jay drove to your street right after buying a bottle of whiskey. He was indecisive ever since he left the corporate building. A part of him desired to see you, but another part held him back, fearing that it would be too soon despite his best friends’ encouragement and support earlier.

Hence, Jay found himself loitering outside of your apartment building with the bottle of whisky in his grasp. Feeling his body gradually getting warmer, which stemmed from his frustration, he unbuttoned the top of his white blouse before taking a swig of the whisky as it burned his throat. His plan might seem witless, but he wanted to see if the effect of alcohol would spur him into finally taking action as well as elevating his self-confidence.

It turned out to be a mistake because he did not foresee himself getting wholly inebriated just by one bottle of whisky when he used to have a high tolerance for alcohol, but perhaps the alcohol in his system interflowed with the web of emotions he had always struggled to subdue was far too strong for him to think and act rationally.

Thus, in spite of his lack of confidence, Jay was spurred by the heavy influence of alcohol and soon found himself right at your doorstep, pressing on the doorbell with zero hesitation. As he waited for you, his head hung low while his palm was planted on the wall next to the door to support his body as he felt his consciousness teetering at the edge.

Jay did not expect you to open the door since the time struck midnight, but when you did, he felt like he could die happily to see your beautiful face up close again. Despite his pounding head being foggy, he could vividly see your face contorting into genuine shock, followed by confusion with a hint of vexation.

His heart broke upon seeing your eyes harden as you stared at him like he was a mere stranger. “It’s midnight, Jay. What are you even doing here─”

“You’re hurting my feelings, baby,” He rasps, his voice sounding strained, almost like he was going through mental anguish. “But I guess I deserved the treatment from you.”

All the while, you scrutinised him and recognised that he was clearly inebriated in the way his eyelids looked slightly droopy, while there was also a hint of slur in his voice. You looked down at the empty bottle of whisky in his grasp, to which your frown deepened.

“You’re drunk, Jay,” You began to reprimand him, eyeing him disapprovingly. “And you thought it was a brilliant idea to show up here? Don’t tell me that you drove your way here while the alcohol was in your system. Do you know how dangerous that is? You could’ve gotten into an accident!” You truly wanted to act indifferent, but you could not resist against your instinct that was overprotective at the thought of him being in harm’s way.

“Y/N care me,” Jay murmured in an almost childlike voice, eliciting a disbelieving look from you, but you could not deny the fact that he looked rather adorable, resembling a puppy, even though his appearance was the complete opposite ─ his raven locks were slightly tousled, his suit denoted that he had been working, the top of his unbuttoned blouse allowed you a generous view of his toned chest, and truthfully, he looked like he had gone through a period of heartbreak.

You heaved a defeated sigh as you rubbed your temple. “Just, why are you here, Jay? You showed up at my doorstep, drunk, and acted as if nothing happened─”

“I needed to see you. I missed you so fucking much, and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. I missed everything about you,” Jay cut you off in a jabber, and yet every word he spoke was coherent for you to grasp. Upon noticing his unsteady stability, your hands instinctively reached out to catch him in any case he fell, but you quickly forced your arms to remain by your sides. “I’m drunk because, without the alcohol, I couldn’t face you like this. That’s how much of a coward I am, Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but your heart nearly lurched in your chest when he stepped past the threshold, looming over your stunned figure. When you looked at him, your eyes widened at the sight of his eyes that were glistening with tears.

“I didn’t want to become an alcoholic like my father. I didn’t want to become like my father, but here I am. I turned out exactly like my father,” His voice shakes with emotions that felt like a painful lump being stuck in his throat. “If I became like my father, you would’ve hated me more than you already have, and that hurt me more than any pain I’ve experienced.”

You had no intention to bear any sympathy or even shed a tear, but when you noticed a teardrop escaping the corner of his eye, you felt as though someone was crushing your heart. “Jay─”

You became alarmed as his body swayed before falling forward, but you caught him in a nick of time, allowing him to lean dependently on your body while his head hung low over your shoulder. You snatched the bottle out of his hand, fearing that he might drop it, while your other arm encircled his body to support him.

Though his consciousness was slowly slipping away from his grasp, your scent managed to pervade his senses. “You smell nice,” He murmured languidly, adjusting the position of his head and burying his nose in the nook of your neck while you were flabbergasted with the temperature of your face rising abruptly by his action.

“Jay?” You patted his back, only receiving silence while his body felt heavier on yours, and so you begrudgingly proceeded to bring him further inside of your apartment before settling him on the couch.

You placed the empty bottle on the coffee table, but just as you intended to call Jake or Sunghoon, you felt his hand tugging at yours with full force, resulting in you losing balance and falling on top of him. It could be the effect of the alcohol, seeing how his face flushed pink and his body temperature felt warm beneath yours, but his teary eyes caused yours to widen.

“I can’t believe I let my precious angel baby go that day. I’m so, so sorry for letting you go without telling you how much I needed you, how much I loved you,” He whispered brokenly, sounding as if he held back a sob. Your body felt paralysed as you remained in his possession. Your heart fluttered when he brushed the strands of hair behind your ear before dragging his fingers down your cheeks and stroking them gently. “Are you even real right now?”

“I am.” You found yourself indulging him, your voice softening, but you knew that the reason was because it was easier to deal with him when he was under the influence of alcohol.

“I don’t know why I’m crying when I shouldn’t,” He mumbled, his eyes looking dazed with the tears rolling down his cheeks while he continued to caress yours. “I’m a man. A man doesn’t cry. Even my father said so. Crying is for the weak.”

“Your father is a jerk,” You retorted, your soft tone serving as a reassurance to him that alleviated his frayed nerves. You reached up to cradle his face, smiling softly at him. “Crying doesn’t mean you’re weak. Sometimes, crying is good for you to help make you feel better afterwards. You’re a human, Jay. You’re allowed to cry whenever you want.”

Jay remained silent, and for a moment, you thought he was sleeping with his eyes open, but the way he gazed at you looked like he was moonstruck by you as he cradled your face. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. God, I wish you were real.”

“I am real, Jay,” You reiterated, but he didn’t seem too convinced. You were not mad at him since the alcohol was affecting his perception. You sighed softly, your hand slowly leaving his cheek. “I’ll let you stay here overnight. Just let me go grab a pillow and─”

“Don’t go. Don’t leave me again, please,” Jay pleaded as he wrapped his arms around your waist, preventing you from moving with how tight they are. “I need you close to me. Let’s just stay like this for a while.”

You should be rejecting him and pushing him away, but instead, you felt weakened, and so you remained on top of him with your head resting on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat while his strong cologne enveloped you, tempting you to bury your face into his chest, and you did.

Moments had passed, and your eyelids felt heavier, but upon feeling his arms around your waist loosen, you carefully removed yourself from his grasp while your eyes trained on the beautiful serenity of his face as he was finally sound asleep.

Your hand tentatively reached out to wipe away the tears on his cheek as you faintly smiled. “What am I going to do with you, Jay?” Despite being asleep, he swore he could hear you whisper those words and your warmth on his cheek before darkness wholly embraced him.

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After much contemplation during the shower, Jay chooses the safest route, and that is to feign not remembering what happened last night when the recollection is vivid in his head, not wanting to potentially aggravate the situation since you already seemed hostile enough towards him earlier. The last thing he needs is for you to drift further away from him.

With the towel wrapped loosely around his hips, Jay steps outside of the bathroom at the same time you barge into your room, but he is completely unfazed by the fact that half of his nudity is starkly displayed in front of you. If anything, he feels more amused and smug to see you looking evidently flabbergasted as you remain cemented to the floor.

Having fallen into the temptation, you indulge your desire for him that burns in your heart as you soak in the luscious sight of him into your brain, your eyes shamelessly roaming around him and your mouth nearly salivating. You can vividly see the droplets from the prior shower tantalisingly dripping down on his abdominal muscles, and due to how prominent his muscles are, you presume that he, alongside Jake and Sunghoon, often hit off to the gym together.

As you return your gaze to his face, your cheeks flare with embarrassment at the knowing glint in his eyes as well as the smirk on his lips. Everything about him is infuriatingly irresistible ─ his damp hair with the bangs hovering over his forehead, his full-arm tattoo, his toned physique, his strong gaze that knocks the breath out of you, and his dark allure that serenades you.

“I was just looking for my purse,” You nearly stutter with your words before feigning nonchalance, wanting to cover up the fact that you blatantly checked him out for five solid minutes.

“Sure,” The smirk on his lips persists, making you feel flustered before you force yourself to tear your gaze away from him and proceed to resume what you intended to as you turn your back on him. “By the way, can I have my jacket back?”

You look back at him with your face twisting in confusion. “Your jacket? I don’t recall you giving me your jacket─” Realisation hits you like a truck, recalling the familiarity of his strong cologne last night, but then another matter comes forth, bringing a frown to your lips. “So you were actually stalking me at the bar that night, but I don’t understand. I saw Jake’s car before I got into my Uber ride. Were you with him too?”

“I wasn’t stalking you. Jake and I happened to be at the bar even before you arrived, but we did wait for you until we were certain that you’ve arrived at your apartment building safely,” Jay explains shortly, but enough for you to understand. “Plus, you were shivering when you were asleep at the bar, so I gave you my jacket.”

“How thoughtful of you. If only you didn’t follow me all the way like a creepy stalker,” You remark with sarcasm before trudging forward to head to your closet and rummaging through to find his jacket. Just as you finally grab it, you feel his presence looming behind you while his body heat causes you to straighten your posture. “What do you think you’re doing?” You ask tersely without turning around, gripping the jacket tight.

You can practically feel his warm breath fanning lightly on your earlobe. “You said you were going to run late to reach the airport, right?” He asks softly, carrying a sensual tone that has your heart go pounding crazily against your chest. “Let me send you instead. I drive fast.”

“No, thank you. I can book myself an Uber,” You clip, daring yourself to turn around, only to be taken aback by the close proximity, and you defy against your ravenous desire to pounce on him.

“I wasn’t asking, baby,” He says lowly, his intimidating gaze that burns through yours amplifies your desire for him. You forget that his obstinacy is on par with the rest of his best friends, so even if you vehemently refused again, he would not budge. “I’m driving you to the airport. Besides, I have plans for us afterwards.”

“What if I refuse?” You tilt your chin in defiance, and he seems to relish in the way your fiery gaze reflects your stubbornness, but it is one of the qualities about you he loves.

“You can’t refuse me, baby,” He smirks, grabbing his jacket from your hands before he turns around to exit your closet. “You’re welcome to stay and watch me get changed, by the way.”

Of course, you ignore him as you immediately trudge your way out of the room, no matter how enticing the offer is.

An hour or two ago, you were at the airport, bidding your best friends a heartfelt farewell alongside Jennifer, and they were equally stunned to see Jay accompanying you. There was no doubt that there were questions weighing heavily on the tip of their tongue, but thankfully, they did not bombard you with their questions. It was awkward, especially when you knew that they detested each other, but Jay seemed neutral with an impassive countenance.

As promised, Jay kept his words and began the motion of his plan right after the farewell at the airport by bringing you to a rather fancy restaurant for brunch first. It was a delightful brunch despite your aloof demeanour towards him. You were surprised to see that Jay had such patience throughout the whole time, and not even once did he seem irritated by your cold detachment.

Presently, you are nestled in the passenger seat of his black Ford Mustang, resting comfortably with your eyelids threatening to close as your tummy feels full after appeasing your hunger, and a nap is a necessity at this moment, but when your eyes flicker to him, you feel miraculously wide awake.

The black top, which belongs to Jake, fits him perfectly with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying his veins for your eyes to feast upon while the mere sight of the titanium Rolex watch on your wrist does something to you that you can feel in your tummy. His raven bangs hover over his forehead, adding a soft touch to his countenance. His strong gaze is unmistakable, even just by the side profile, as he focuses on the road. You continue to marvel at how undeniably gorgeous he is discreetly.

Or maybe not so discreetly, because the moment he turns his head to look at you so briefly, his lips twitch into a knowing smirk, causing cheeks to flare. It is not your fault that his handsomeness bewitched you.

“So, Sunghoon and Jake told me that you’re overseeing your father’s company here,” You strike up a conversation, much to your own surprise since you had intended to remain aloof, but you want to dispel the awkwardness. “So you’re like a CEO, then? Is it permanent?”

“Unfortunately,” Jay’s answer earns a confused look from you, and his eyes soften before he decides to explain. “I never wanted to become a managing director, let alone to be involved in any of my father’s business, but since I’m his only son and heir, I had to fulfil my obligation. It’s also a perfect coincidence that the location of my obligation is here.”

You nod your head in understanding, but before you can speak, he continues, his tone carrying a bitterness. “If I had refused my father back then, he wouldn’t have allowed me to move abroad, and I wouldn’t be able to meet you.”

“So the reason you’re here in the first place was because of work?” You can’t help but to sound disappointed, even if your ego is the reason you are refraining yourself from caving into him after seeing his efforts since earlier and how gentle and soft-spoken he had been towards you, entirely different from the Jay you first met.

“No, baby. The real reason I’m here right now is because of you. It has always been my real intention, but my father didn’t grant me the freedom I wanted unless I comply with his order, or else I wouldn’t be bothered to become the managing director,” Jay casts you another glance, his lips forming a rueful smile. “But everything I’ve gone through was worth it, because it gives me the opportunity to build the future I envisioned with you in it.”

You look down at your hands, feeling your heartbeat going rapidly by his last statement. “How were you so sure that I’d even be in your future?” You force your voice to come out strong, almost flintily, but you remain a jittery mess on the inside. “If you hadn’t found out where I really was, then all you’ve worked hard for and built would’ve gone to vain.”

“I told you before, didn’t I?” A discernible knowingness laces in his voice. “At the yacht party, a year ago.”

Your breath hits in your throat while nostalgia pulls at your heartstrings. “You still remember that yacht party?”

“Of course. I remember every memory I had with you,” He smiles wistfully, and when he meets your eyes again, you can see a longing regret for a fleeting moment. “Do you remember what I told you if you leave me again?”

“No,” You deny, refusing to admit that you, too, remember every memory you had so vividly that it feels fresh in your mind as they resurface, especially this particular one. “Even if you leave again, I’ll find you, and I’ll chase you till the end.”

“I may be the biggest arsehole in the world, but I’m a man of my words,” His stern voice holds an unequivocal promise, one that sends you the familiar chills. “I told you before that I would always find you and that I’d chase you till the end.”

You remain silent as you curl your fingers into fists on your lap. You want to say something, anything, but it feels as though his words have coiled around your throat, suffocating you with the promise infused like a coaxing substance. When you finally focus on your surroundings, a frown pulls at your lips, your head filling with pure confusion at your current location, wondering why he has brought you to a car dealership. “Why are we here?”

Like an expert, Jay manipulates the steering wheel in a way that has you gawking at his hands while he is preoccupied in parking his car. “We’re here to buy a car,” He answers, albeit vaguely. You are taken by surprise when he leans towards you, causing you to hold your breath in the close proximity while he doesn’t look away from your eyes, only for him to unbuckle your seatbelt. A faint smirk appears on his lips as he examines the flushness of your face. “Let’s go.”

You ignore the rising temperature on your cheeks. “For who? You already have one.”

His face remains impassive as he switches off the ignition. “For you, of course. It’ll be for your convenience to get around here,” He says calmly, merely dismissing the genuine surprise on your face before he exits his car, with you following suit.

“But I don’t even have my driving license yet!” You exclaim in protest as soon as you catch up to him. “Seriously, if this is your method to earn me back with money or with a freaking car─”

“Trust me, I know, and I don’t expect anything from you,” Jay cuts you off sternly, halting his steps as he scans your countenance before his eyes go soft with adoration. “Just let me do this for you. I’m being sincere about it.”

As much as you would like to refuse, it feels like an insurmountable obstacle, especially in maintaining your aloofness towards him, and so with a resigned sigh, you nod your head before grumbling under your breath, “I should’ve gotten that damn driving license with Jen.”

Spending approximately about an hour and a half at the car dealership simply exhausts you, and it is equivalent to when you accompanied Jennifer to shop at the famous Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. Not only did you have to make an arduous decision in choosing vehicles of your liking ─ yes, vehicles. Jay insisted you choose a motorbike of your own as well, an Aprilia RSV4  ─ but the paperwork was just as gruelling.

Finally egressing the outlet, your eyes search for a certain someone who excused himself right after he did his part in the paperwork across the expansive parking lot before they land on his stature with his handsome back facing you which sends you an annoying flutter.

As you approach him, the stifling smell of a cigarette causes your nose to scrunch up in complete distaste while your eyes follow the movement of grey smoke wafting in the air before they flicker at the burning white stick rolled between his fingers.

You press your lips thinly, watching him from behind as he raises the stick to his lips while he remains blissfully unaware of your presence. You know you should be minding your own business, especially when his health does not concern you, but you feel strongly inclined to do the exact opposite.

Tucking your lower lip between your teeth, you begin to fiddle with your fingers before gravitating towards him until you are in his line of sight. Your heart flutters at the intensity of his handsome gaze on your face while the burning stick is caged between his teeth.

Instead of being rattled by the intoxicating smell, you find yourself cemented to the ground, as though his whole being alone spellbinds you. You blink your eyes, clearing your throat as you feign annoyance. “You should really stop smoking. It’s bad for your health in the long run.”

The corner of his lips curves up into a smirk as he withdraws the stick from his mouth to blow out the smoke while he never breaks eye contact with you. “You’re worried about me, baby?” 

“No. I just don’t like people smoking in general.” You nearly stutter with your words, clearly taken aback by his remark.

Jay does not seem convinced, and for a fleeting moment, bitterness hardens his eyes while a muscle pulses in his jaw. “Did you tell Sunghoon to stop smoking as well? Or are you playing favourites now?” He keeps his tone neutral, careful enough not to aggravate your distance from him. “Or maybe you’re denying that you’re worried about me?”

“I’m not playing favourites,” You deny rather vehemently, to which you are baffled at yourself for being defensive. Your remark earns you an unamused expression from him. “Fine, I’m worried about you! Are you happy?” You snap at him, easily caving into those dark, attractive eyes of his.

Oddly, his smirk falls flat on his lips while his eyes seem to soften, but they are captivating enough to retain your full attention on him. “Alright. I’ll stop smoking,” His sincerity causes you to double take his words as you stare at him dumbfounded. “At least I’ll try to.”

“Just because I said so?” You force yourself to scoff out as your heart flutters annoyingly once more, watching as he throws the burning stick to the ground only to snuff the burning tip with the sole of his shoe.

Jay unfurls a soft smile on his lips, and yet wistfulness glimmers in his eyes as he returns to your gaze. “Everything I do has always been for you.”

You look away from his eyes that seem to be pulling you in dangerously, clearing your throat as you attempt to walk past him to get to his car. “We should go.”

Jay clenches his fist, fighting against his longing urges, but he caves in as he quickly catches up to you, his hand latching on your wrist. “Baby, wait.” 

“Jay─” Before you can even protest, you are rendered speechless when he pulls you into his warm embrace, his arms encasing your frigid form. Your heart aches yearningly as he tightens his arms around you with his cheek pressing into the side of your head.

“I missed being able to hold you like this,” Jay mumbles, savouring this moment for as long as he can before releasing you, feeling defeated at your avoidance of reciprocity. A rueful smile touches his lips. “I remember what happened while I was drunk last night.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his confession, and a pang of hurt strikes you in the chest. “You said you didn’t. You lied to me, again.”

“I was afraid that you’d push me away like you did last week,” Jay confesses earnestly, oblivious to the fact that you are grappling with your emotions that beseech you to cave into him, especially as he is looking at you with an intense longing. “I’ve never felt afraid of anything until you, so I’m sorry. I know I have a lot of things to apologise for.” He says with a final sigh, only receiving your silence when he takes the cue to walk past you.

But you surprise yourself as you stop him, tugging at his hand almost meekly while the skin contact sends a spark to him. “Jay,” His name is uttered with your wavering voice, prompting him to meet your eyes, only to be taken aback by the glistening tears in them. “I─” Your voice shakes, and your throat hurts from restraining every bit of your emotions since waking up to his presence in your humble abode.

Truth be told, you still remember every word he said last night, and his words struck you deeply in the heart. After all, humans tend to be veracious with their words when they fall into inebriation. 

Jay unfurls a sad smile, a passing understanding flickers in his eyes. “You don’t have to say anything,” He reassures you softly as he squeezes your hand. “Let me just take you back─”

“I want you to hold me again.” You cut him off, pulling him closer as you tug his hand, and this time, you can feel every bit of your inhibition leaving you. You blink your tears away. “I want you to want me so bad─”

“I don’t think I deserve to want you, baby. Not yet,” Jay whispers almost painfully while the longing in his eyes only seems to wound you in the heart. He musters a bitter smile. “Let’s go. I’ll bring you back to my place so I can properly apologise to you.”

“But─”

“Please, Y/N,” Jay pleads, maintaining his composure that baffles you because his eyes hold a beautiful galaxy of emotions for you despite his firm demeanour. “You don’t deserve the bare minimum, which is why I want to prove to you how much I deserve you.” Upon receiving your acknowledging head nod, he proceeds to guide you back to his car while your heart races in anticipation.

The gradual evening is draped in a soft glow, the sun setting with the heavenly hues of orange and pink, a breathtaking view that you can conveniently appreciate whenever you desire to step out to the rooftop just a door away that is adjacent to the living room. One of the many perks of residing at a penthouse, at least for them, which you genuinely feel envious of.

Earlier, when Jay intended to bring you back to their palace, you definitely did not expect to walk past the threshold of their exquisite penthouse. You were in awe throughout the whole time Jay introduced you to every part of the penthouse except their bedrooms. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer the panoramic view of the sophisticated city, a view that you wish to wake up to everyday, as it is much better than the view from your apartment.

Presently, you are seated by the kitchen island, watching Jay in silence as he has been occupied cooking for the past thirty minutes or so since he insisted on you occupying yourself by doing whatever you desired, but you eventually grew bored. Besides, nothing is more heart-fluttering than to watch a handsome man in a domestic element.

Your lips unfurl a soft smile while you can feel the pupils in your eyes dilated with adoration as they follow his every movement, despite your heartstrings pulling painfully at the longing of missing this view of him. When Jay turns around, his eyes meet yours, causing your heart to pound harder against your chest.

Jay gives you a small smile before refocusing as he intends to set up your dinner on the main table at the rooftop, albeit an impromptu one to which you do not mind, as soon as he does the final touch on the Italian cuisine, which smells delectable and has your stomach grumbling faintly in a neglected hunger. Since you refuse to remain discourteous, you provide your assistance to Jay, merely disregarding his insistence on sitting at the dining table prettily as you continue to assist in whatever is there.

It is not long until you have settled across from Jay, light-hearted conversation flowing smoothly between you and him in the midst of dining, with the dinner arrangement meticulously and pleasingly established by him. All the while, you feel an air of intimacy that feels different, almost raw, and the ambience evokes a rather romantic dinner that has your satisfied tummy and heart going all fuzzy.

But something else feels unsatisfactory since Jay hugged you at the car dealership, and you lack the patience to ignore it any longer. You acknowledge that Jay has been noticeably considerate by establishing his distance from you, as though he feared that invading your personal space would lead to you bearing second thoughts about this, but honestly, the distance is killing you, and you want nothing more than for him to be close to you.

“Thank you for everything, for today, I mean,” You give him your earnest gratitude as soon as you nestle comfortably on the linen sofa that is situated adjacently by the pool, which also allows you to view the cityscape without having to adjust your position. Your fingers remain latched around the stem of your glass of red wine as you watch him take sips of his wine, seated across from you. You fist the hem of your dress, struggling to maintain patience at his distance once again. “You didn’t have to do all of that. You could’ve just given up on me on the day I pushed all of you away.”

His eyes soften as he gazes at the serenity in your beautiful countenance, feeling greatly relieved that you are no longer hostile towards him. “But I couldn’t. How could I when my heart refused to let you go, just like it refused to a year ago?” 

“So you’ve never been with any other girls ever since then?” The question leaves your mouth in haste, albeit there is a certain edge of jealousy in your tone as you imagine the unpalatable possibility. 

Jay shakes his head in response, but it is the sincerity in those gentle eyes of his that reassures you and allays your simmering jealousy. “I didn’t bother because my heart, my soul, and every inch of me refused to find and be with anyone that wasn’t you,” His tongue tastes bitter while his eyes harden as he recalls that agonising year without you. “When you left, it felt like my life had lost its meaning.”

The benign ambience shifts into something fragile in spite of the tension that gradually thickens, and as you examine him, your heart aches at the vulnerability seeping between the cracks of his once-tenacious demeanour. You press your lips thinly. “But you were doing fine. You told me that you were focusing on building your career─”

“I had no choice but to keep going, to pretend that I was fine when all I wanted was to go on a rampage spree and kill that fucker who started it all,” Jay cuts you off sharply, his eyes blazing with ire at the mere mention of him, but the tremor in his voice is palpable as he grapples with his emotions, and above all, he sounds sorrowful. “I was a body without a soul, Y/N, because you were my soul.”

You remain silent, looking away from him briefly as you feel tears prickle in the corner of your eyes, but Jay misunderstands your gesture as rejection, causing him to feel defeated. He puts down his half-empty glass of wine on the coffee table and adjusts himself slightly forward with his hands clasped together, his head hanging low. “Every single day, I was haunted by the memories I had with you that replayed on my mind constantly, including the memories of you in tears because of me and how badly I treated you in the beginning,” He clenches his jaw, self-loathing as he reflects on his actions.  “I wanted nothing more than to get rid of my heart that was beating undeservedly after what I’ve done to you.”

You draw in a sharp breath as those memories begin to sting, but honestly, the hidden resentment towards his past actions has long since dispelled by the love you harbour for him. “It’s okay. The past in the past. Besides, you’ve changed, remember?” You muster a small smile of reassurance, but Jay only stares at you as if you had offended him. “I’ve forgiven you all, a year ago when I boarded the plane.”

“It’s not okay, baby. How could you even forgive us so easily?” His exasperation laces with desperation, and his eyes glisten beautifully with a myriad of emotions you are able to decipher ─ anger, self-hatred, despair, regret. “You were tormented by the aftermath of what happened, and neither of us wasn’t there for you during your lowest. I wasn’t there for you when I should’ve protected and comforted you, but I was too blindsided by my revenge to hurt the one responsible for everything. We all were.”

A fallen teardrop escapes the corner of your eye as the last layers you built to protect your once-wounded heart decorticate. “Yeah, you should’ve. You should’ve been the ones to tell me the truth instead of Jungwon and the others,” You remind him again, your tone conveying the hurt that stems from the old wound. The tears begin to accumulate in your eyes despite blinking them away. “That day when I confronted you in the rain, you should’ve stopped me from lashing out at you when you already knew that you weren’t responsible for what happened, and above all, you shouldn't have lied to me that you had deleted them.”

“I know, fuck, I know,” Jay nearly curses at himself, but stops as soon as he recognises how delicate you look, and the glimmer of hurt in your eyes at the painful reminder prompts him to embrace you even when he feels that he is undeserving to hold you, but fuck it. The next thing he knows, he feels a gravitational pull as he ambles towards you. “I regret everything, and I lived in regret every single day. I knew that I didn’t deserve you, but I wanted you, and I still do. I should’ve done this sooner.”

The sound of his footsteps prompts your attention to him, causing your heart to beat in a familiar cadence that amplifies your longing for him. His gaze moltens with such intensity amidst the penitence and yearning, and as he stands in front of you, his stature descends while you watch him getting down on his knees, rendering you flabbergasted.

“You told us before that you were willing to do anything even if it meant to stay by our side, and so I’m doing it now,” Not once did he break eye contact, nor did he waver, exhibiting his tenacious resolve that you feel wholeheartedly, and it springs more tears to your eyes. “Right now, I don’t care about my pride. You deserve to have a man on his knees and worship the ground you walk on. You deserve so fucking much, and if I’m being honest, I don’t know if this is enough for me to prove that I deserve you.”

“Jay,” You whisper his name while tears begin to cascade down your cheeks, and even in tears, you look gracefully beautiful, bringing a faint smile to his lips despite his vision gradually getting blurry with tears of his own.

“Marriage wasn't something I wanted, especially after witnessing the loveless marriage of my parents. I didn’t believe that love would make me happy. I wasn’t even looking for love until I found you, until you captured my heart without you even realising it,” His heartfelt confession hits you like relentless cupid arrows to your heart that are beating for him, and the desperation he exhibits only amplifies the torrent of emotions you release. “I knew that I was in love with you when I first took you to that dinner date. You were wearing a lovely white dress I bought for you, and I was completely moonstruck when you were walking towards me,” Jay reminisces as he adorns a fond smile at the memory, his hand ascending to cup your wet cheek while you instinctively lean into his touch. “You were truly a darling, just as you are now.”

“You bad guy,” You sob softly as you place your hand on top of his, pressing his palm into your cheek with more affection that has his heart swelling with adoration for you. “You made me wait for so long. I chose to live in denial for a year, all because I didn’t have the guts to accept the fact that deep down, I knew that I still loved you. I just wish─” A shaky breath leaves your lips as the words clog in your throat painfully, but his strong yet gentle gaze is a reassurance for you to continue. Choking back a sob, you flutter your eyelids close as you nuzzle your cheek into his palm. “I wish you weren’t a piece of me that I needed after all this time.”

“I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry that I made you wait for so long,” Jay cradles your face, and with his height that levels with you, he leans in to give a soft kiss on your forehead while your heart warms at his gesture. When he pulls you away, you look at him only to be surprised by the tears silently cascading down his cheeks. “I’m even more sorry for myself because I’ve waited a lifetime for you. I love you, Y/N Kang. I always have.”

You open your mouth with the intention to reciprocate, but you are rendered speechless when he unravels a surprise in his hand that is holding a red velvet box, oblivious to the way his hand trembles slightly with nervousness.

“This isn’t a marriage proposal, but I do intend on marrying you some day. I can’t think of anyone else worthy to be my wife and the mother of my child,” He says, his voice shaking with emotions that threaten to overwhelm him as he opens the box to retrieve the platinum diamond ring. “Consider this ring a promise from me to you. A promise that I’ll marry you and that I love you till the day I die.”

Holding your hand, he slides the ring into your forefinger as it fits perfectly, his touch a familiar reverence. He looks up at you again with fierce determination in his glistening eyes. “No, not even death can separate us,” He declares, his tone unconcealing with promises as he brings your hand to place a gentle kiss on your knuckle, a gesture that never fails to make your heart flutter. “You are my heart and soul, Y/N. When you left, I felt myself breaking on the inside. I─” His voice cracks mid sentence, and it hurts you to see how devastatingly hopeless he looks, as though you will push him away again. “I didn’t know what to do, and I was so lost without my angel.”

“Your angel is here, Jay,” You utter softly as you cradle his face, mustering a smile on your tear-stained face despite your heart aches at pain glimmering in his eyes. You lean your face towards him until your nose brushes against his, whispering, “Your angel is here to stay by your side for good.”

The love emanating from you and him is palpable, encapsulating a symphony that you can hear in your ear, your pulse drumming louder and louder while the distance between your lips and his decreases, your eyelids going hooded as you await the kiss, but the moment shatters abruptly by the sonorous cracking, causing you to pull away from him to divert your attention to the night sky that is now illuminated by resplendent fireworks. 

Instead of focusing on the spectacular view, Jay’s eyes never leave the fascination on your face as you slowly rise from the sofa to amble forward. “I didn’t know there would be fireworks here,” You voice out your thoughts in awe, momentarily shifting your gaze to him as he walks towards you. The look on his face tells you everything you need to know, and your heart begins to pound harder. “You did this. How?”

“I have my ways and resources,” Jay briefly answers, and it is no wonder why he was busy on his phone nearly thirty minutes earlier. Your eyes soften as you notice how evidently nervous he is. “I know it’s not much─”

You let your inhibition go as you cradle his face, dispelling his doubts by the abrupt contact of your lips on his, a kiss that unfolds a gradual fervour that has him nearly weak in the knees. With urgency, his arms encase your waist as he pulls you closer to his body, deepening the kiss while the ongoing fireworks in the background fade like everything else because nothing relevant exists at the moment other than you in his arms.

“I love you,” You murmur against his lips, forcing yourself to pull away from the kiss. Tears of joy spring to your eyes despite the love and desire in your eyes that reflect his. “I'm still so in love with you, Park Jongseong.”

Jay takes you by surprise when he captures your lips into a passionate kiss while the impact nearly sends your head pushing to the back, but he cradles the back of your head reverently, holding you in place. Your hearts beat in a symphony as the kiss deepens the connection between you, kissing him with equal fervour that rouses his desire for you. Goosebumps arise on your skin at the warmth of his palms sliding down your thighs as he breaks the kiss, only to ghost his lips on yours. “Jump,” He commands, and you easily comply with your arms instinctively hooking around his neck.

With his hands supporting you from your underthighs, Jay proceeds to carry you into the penthouse, bringing you over to the living room and settling you on the sectional couch. When your back hits the cushion, he wastes no time in slamming his lips on yours, sealing you into a kiss that intensifies the rousing heat in your cores.

“Jay,” You pant lightly as soon as he pulls away from your lips with the strings of your saliva still connected. You utter his name again breathlessly as he begins to trail wet kisses down your neck, your chest heaving up and down at the heady tension as he litters his kisses on the expanse of your nearly exposed chest before hovering his face over yours to seal you into a searing kiss that your hips are bucking up in need of him.

“I’ve been breaking for a lifetime for you, baby. You have no idea,” Jay rasps against your parted lips, desperation clinging onto the raw vulnerability in the tremor of his voice. “You, for whom I’ve waited for a lifetime since the day you left, and even before I met you. You, who is the only woman to ever bring me down to my knees, and I’d gladly do so again.”

Despite the lust swimming in the depths of your eyes, your features soften while your heart remains a fluttering mess at his words all over. “You’ve got me now, Jay. I’ll be yours for a thousand lives,” You whisper, brushing your lips against his as you stroke his cheekbone with your thumb. “I’m yours forever.”

“Mine,” His voice is a low rumble against your lips that sends a vibration, causing you to shudder by the undercurrent of primal desire. He places a chaste kiss on your lips before discarding every layer of his clothes, with you following suit.

Your mouth goes salivating at the luscious sight of his prominent muscles on display, and your fingers make their ascent to trace down the lines of his abdominal, sending him the shivers, but before your fingers can tease him with how conspicuous his bulge looks against the material of his briefs, he seizes them, only to kiss your fingertips with his dark sensual gaze penetrating you. “Lie down, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good.”

You comply, your heart racing in anticipation as he pulls down your underwear before spreading your legs, bringing heat to your cheeks at the embarrassment of how noticeably wet you are as he has you spread lewdly before him while his dark ravenous eyes zero in on your pussy, no doubt ready to devour you.

Jay dips his head down to trail kisses on your inner thigh, moving tantalisingly slowly to your wet mound that has you whimpering out your impatience. He smiles into your skin before playfully nipping at it, eliciting a soft gasp from you. “Patience, baby. I want to take my time on you,” He mumbles, placing one last kiss on your inner thigh before slotting his lips over your clit.

You shudder lightly as he takes a slow, deliberate lick on your sensitive nub before his tongue journeys along your slick folds, lathering them with his saliva. He hooks his arms from underneath your thighs, pulling you closer to him that causes the tip of his nose to press against your throbbing clit while he doesn’t let up with his tongue lapping and delving into the depths of your sweltering core.

“Oh, Jay,” You moan, arching your back off the sofa while the position allows you to feel his tongue deeply as he devours you with fervour, getting utterly drunk in the heat of your essence. He feels like he could die happily at this moment, basking in your warmth with your fingers now tangled in his locks. “Please don’t stop,” You buck your hips up, causing your clit to rub against his nose while he complies with your needy request.

The sound as he relentlessly fucks you with his tongue is wetly obscene, accompanied by your incoherent utterance of pleasure that amplifies the heady atmosphere in the living room. Your head is dizzying with pleasure, borderline delirious at how expertly his tongue fucks you, causing your body to writhe underneath him while your thighs go quivering, feeling the tension coil tighter in your tummy.

“Jay!” You gasp at the pricking of his teeth biting your clit, though not enough to hurt you but enough to send another wave of pleasure through your body before wrapping his lips around the nub and flickering it with his tongue. “Fuck, I can’t─ ” You whimper as his muscle movements grow urgently, hurtling you to the brink of ecstasy.

Without letting up, his fingers ascend to your chest, stimulating your heightened senses more as he fondles with your tit, occasionally pinching and flicking your nipple tenderly that amplifies your coiling pleasure as you deepen your arch. He buries himself deeply into your sopping cunt, feeling your walls quivering on his tongue, and he knows that you are closer to falling into the abyss of ecstasy.

“I’m gonna─” Your words clog in your throat as he captures your throbbing nub, and with a final flick, your body convulses with your orgasm crashing down on you like tidal waves as you come undone, but his tongue remains lapping on your clit, intensifying the sensitivity that has you whimpering out. “Jay, no more.”

Jay merely ignores you, holding your convulsing body down firmly as he laps up your nectar greedily with his sheeny nose, lips, and chin smeared with your cum before he finally halts, hovering on top of you with a predatory craze in his dark eyes, causing your breath to hitch at how hypnotising he looks. He dips his head down and kisses you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Your fingers go winding in his hair, tugging at it gently as his lips move against yours passionately. “Missed your taste. Missed everything about you,” He nearly growls out into the heated kiss, his tongue skimming along the seams of your lips before you welcome him into your hot cavern. 

You moan wetly into his mouth as you exchange saliva with him, your tongue dancing in an intimate tango with his, rousing a familiar arousal in your core as you grind your slick folds directly against his hard bulge. You pull away from his lips just slightly, panting needily. “I need you so bad.”

“I need you more, baby,” He whispers, placing a chaste kiss above your cupid bow before he leans away from you to discard his briefs. He watches the way your eyes are laden with desire at the sight of his veiny cock and how the pink tip is already smeared with his precum, having been aroused by eating you out.

Jay wastes no time, hovering above you with his arm at the side of your head supporting his weight while the other is occupied in adjusting and aligning his cock with your sopping entrance. A soft moan leaves your lips at the jolting sensation of the bulbous tip pressing into your throbbing clit before he slides his cock down to your entrance and finally pushes forward.

“You’re squeezing me tight, baby girl,” His husky voice sounds rough with lust, burying himself deeper to the hilt with your velvety clinging onto his cock like a desperate lover. He looks up to study your face that is contorting into pure ecstasy as he begins to deliver thrust after thrust with unbridled passion that has you rolling your eyes to the back.

His thrusts are deliberate with such precision, while the tantalising slow drags of his cock in between your velvet walls send you spiralling in the abyss of euphoria, as though he is savouring every inch of you with how he seems to be taking his sweet time. Your heart flutters at how gentle and tender he is being, and you feel as though he is making love to you instead.

You latch your hand onto his bicep while the muscle flexes beneath your touch as you arch your back, feeling him hitting that spot continually with your neck bared in his eyes to feast upon before he dips his head down to trail kisses and licks on your neck with his hot breath on your skin. 

You moan out his name as soon as he rubs your clit expertly, amplifying the intensity of your pleasure without losing tandem in the way he thrusts into you with an undercurrent vigour while the volume of your skins slapping and your wet arousal sounds prominent in your ear.

“Feels good, baby?” He asks in between bated breaths, his hand searching for yours before intertwining your fingers together next to your head, an affectionate gesture that rouses butterflies in your tummy.

“So good,” You roll your eyes to the back at the sensual drag of his cock, causing your hips to stutter midway in meeting his thrusts. Your eyes glaze with lust as they search for his eyes that penetrate into yours with such intense love. “Jay, kiss me.”

Jay leans down and presses his lips on yours, bringing tears to your eyes as you feel the torrent of love he pours into the kiss. “I love you,” He pulls away from the kiss to lean his forehead against yours with his eyes fluttering closed, preventing tears of his to escape. “I love you so much,” His voice barely above a whisper, but you discern the rawness that reflects the depths of his feelings for you.

Fallen teardrops roll down your cheeks as you grip his hand tighter. “I love you too, Jay,” Your voice trembles at the moment your body does as the pleasure reaches a crescendo, your orgasm teetering at the precipice. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” He breathes out raggedly, never letting up his thrusts, while the pleasure from having his back being raked frantically by your fingernails causes goosebumps to arise on his skin.

“In me, please. Need you to cum in me,” You plead in between gasps as each thrust hits the spongey spot relentlessly that has your walls clamping around him. The thought of getting impregnated by him fuels your desperation, prompting you to lock your legs around his waist. 

“Fuck, yeah, okay,” He rasps against your skin, placing a kiss above your brow. “You’d look so good with a pregnant belly,” With a guttural moan, his orgasm crashes down on him in a torrent of ecstasy as he snaps his hips against yours, pressing you down on the couch and filling you to the brim at the same time you violently come undone with a breathy moan.

Jay presses a deep kiss on your cheek before soothing you from your high with lulling whispers of how good you are to him. The connection that transcends the physical remains palpable as he gazes deeply into your eyes.

“You are so perfect,” Jay whispers affectionately as he brushes away the strands of your hair from sticking to your face. Despite the love swimming in his eyes, a darkness resides, one that symbolises his darkest obsession for you. “Mine. All mine.” 

“Yours,” You breathe out, getting aroused as he lowers his head to litter kisses on your chest before capturing your hardened nipple his lips, eliciting a needy whine from you. “Jay, please,” You buck your hips up, only to moan at the sensation of his cock twitching deeply in you.

Before you know it, Jay proceeds to carry you in the direction of his room with his hands supporting you from below. As your patience runs thinly, you whine next to his ear, attempting to bounce on his cock midair with your legs locked firmly around him.

“Patience, baby,” He groans lowly as you prod further with your lips trailing kisses and nips on his neck, akin to how a kitten acts with its owner, vying for attention. His fingers dig into your flesh, lacking the self-control to fuck you with reckless abandon right here and now as he stands midway at the doorway. "Y/N.”

Your walls clamp around him at his authoritative tone, eliciting another groan from him as you pull away to look at him in the eyes. “Need you to make love to me again,” You tell him needily, your lips jutting into a pout that entices him to seal you into a bruising kiss.

“I will,” He promises as he carefully places you down on the bed without breaking the connection. He grabs your hand to give a kiss on your ring finger while he maintains eye contact with you, his lips curving into a smirk. “I’ll make love to you all night.”

The dark, desolate street at which your apartment building is situated is an eerie tableau as soon as it strikes midnight, one that he has grown accustomed to, and with the inadequacy of illumination, he is like a phantom in the shadows while you remain blissfully oblivious to his presence not so far from you, like you always have.

This is not the first time Heeseung has waited for you to return and watched you head inside your apartment building safely. In fact, he has been doing this for months ever since he grasped the navigation skills around the city. Although he had other things to prioritise, you were his primary priority, including your safety, despite the fact that you were doing just fine even before he arrived. He would furtively watch you from afar in the dark most nights and wait until the lights in your apartment switched on that denoted your safe arrival before he proceeded to speed off. 

Remaining stationary at his usual post with his booted feet planted on the asphalt ground to stabilise his sleek black motorbike, his dark gaze pierces through the visor of his AGV helmet as he watches you dismount from his best friend’s motorbike. Jay adjusts your slightly unkempt hair while you remain pouting, only to break into a bashful smile when he leans in to kiss you with his arm encasing your waist.

Heeseung feels his jaw go taut while his eyes never stray from you. He should be unfazed at the intimate sight of you and his best friend when he has seen it more than once over the course of last week with Sunghoon and Jake as well when they sent you back to your apartment, but this time, particularly tonight, his jealousy is uncurbed, and all he wants is to have you all over him like you once did.

Instead of feeling happy for his best friends who have successfully reconciled with you, resentment and envy fuse in the heat of his veins, but the hurt constricting his chest is more palpable than anything at the cold reality that you look perfectly fine without him. You don’t even look like you’re missing him, as though you have everything you need, which includes his best friends.

It takes every strength in him to refrain himself from chasing after you as he watches you heading inside the building, fearing that his abrupt presence would exacerbate your hatred and resentment towards him as he recalls the way you looked at him glaringly and the words you spoke that pierced into his bleeding heart, but he knows that he has no right to feel hurt when you were the one who had suffered a shitty ordeal, which led to the eventual of your unforeseen absence in his life for a year.

A year without you feels like an agonising eternity, where he spent his days and nights aimlessly, as though the purpose of his existence was deemed meaningless without you by his side. But Heeseung unwaveringly graced with equanimity, deceiving the others and even his best friends by seemingly coping with your absence well when, in actuality, hell was close to breaking loose at any moment whenever the thought of you surfaced on his mind.

Heeseung once considered himself as someone who had absolute zero regret in his past actions, be it good or bad, and someone whose resolute was unshakeable, but when the incident happened, he was stricken with guilt, followed by the immense regret as he knew that he should not have lied to you about your vulnerability being deleted. Not only was that his only regret in his life, but he also regrets the times he took you for granted and the fact that he was too late to tell you what you truly meant to him. Above all, he regrets not staying by your side and comforting you when you needed him most.

Heeseung knows that whatever reasons he had to justify his absence in the tribulation period you went through are unacceptable because if he wanted to, he would have, no matter what, even though he needed to ensure that his foe would never be able to harm you ever again. He should have gone to you first to explain the whole truth and prove his innocence, but instead, he allowed cowardice to influence him, rendering him hopelessly defeated, especially when you had every reason to believe that he intended to hurt you.

That rainy night, when your appearance came like a bolt of lightning to confront them, he was grappling with his emotions, each threatening to shatter his tenacity in his composure. He wanted to hold you and comfort you, but the sheer hurt on your face quailed him so much that he even felt deeply in his heart, and how hurtful it was to see you heartbroken over them with your injured hand wrapped with a bandage.

Heeseung wishes that he could turn back at that moment of time to tell you the eight letters that weighed heavily on his tongue; he wishes to make things right by turning back the time when he first saw you with the pink cardigan flailing on your figure as you rushed to find an empty seat in the auditorium; and he wishes to tell you that he has loved you since you were eighteen, even if his eighteen-year-old self had no notion of what love was.

His heart and soul desperately yearn for you, for you to return to his arms that were made for holding you. He misses how you used to look at him with enamoured eyes, how you would smile bashfully whenever he became flirtatious, and in everything you do that was endearing in his eyes. Heeseung misses you; he always has.

You are the only woman who possessed the ability to fill the void in his mundane life and the only goodness who shone brightly amid the darkness that enshrouded his universe. You are not only his love, but you are also the loss of his life.

Heeseung tightens his grip on the hand clutches, his once-laid back posture taut with tension while his eyes are steely with self-loathing. If he had divulged the truth instead of coaxing you with a lie with the intention to ease your worries, would things turned out differently? If he and the others had gotten to you sooner and revealed the truth, would you have forgiven them and stayed by their side?

Well, it is useless to cogitate about the past when fate has already decided its course. Be it if there were indeed alternate paths for him to pursue, he was bound to lose you either way. No, this time, he won’t lose you again.

Pulling himself out of the reflection, Heeseung shifts his dark gaze to where you were seen, only to see his best friend alone as he proceeds to wear his helmet, your disappearance denoting that you have entered your apartment building safely. Although Heeseung is envious of Jay for successfully earning himself back into your good grace, he trusts the latter completely in regards to your safety.

Heeseung proceeds to accelerate forward, his motorbike humming with its engine that soon reaches the ears of his best friend, prompting the latter to look over his shoulder just as he is about to pull his visor down. Jay’s dark gaze remains fixated on Heeseung until the latter’s vehicle comes to a halt just two arms length next to where he is.

Without removing his foot from the peg, Heeseung places the other firmly on the ground to stabilise himself and pushes up his visor to gain a clearer vision to read his best friend’s expression, only to be taken aback by Jay’s lack of surprise to see him, almost as if the latter has been more than aware of his presence from afar.

“How long?” Though Jay’s question sounds less elaborative, his tone is all Heeseung needs to know that his best friend meant how long he had been doing this behind their backs. He awaits Heeseung's response as he busily fastens his black fingerless gloves on his hands, his dark gaze never straying from Heeseung’s that levels with his intensity.

“Three months, approximately,” Heeseung answers, completely unfazed by Jay’s annoyance in his sharp gaze. Seeing as Jay is unrelenting, tension brews between them while a challenging glint is present in Heeseung’s dark, hardened eyes. “I’m not going to apologise. All I’ve been doing is keeping her safe from any possible danger and drunkard bastards loitering around this street.”

Jay examines his best friend with calculated eyes before the tension dissipates when a smirk forms on his lips, looking entirely pleased, much to Heeseung’s curiosity. “Don’t get all defensive now, Heeseung. If anything, I’m glad that you still love her enough to keep her safe, even though you’ve been practically stalking her for a long period. So I’m just going to ignore the fact that you didn’t confide in us about this nightly routine of yours.”

“Of course, I still love her. Her safety is my main priority. Besides, I loved her first before any of you even did.” Heeseung’s proclamation is laced with bitterness, to which Jay lets it pass as he doesn’t regard it as a provocation.

“Then why are you still here?” Jay inquires, no longer is there amusement in the way he speaks. Amidst the sternness in his steely eyes, Heeseung recognises the encouragement that should have impelled him to do the right thing. “Shouldn’t you be heading upstairs to her unit and confess your undying love and beg for her forgiveness?”

Heeseung swallows down the cold, bitter truth that keeps crawling its way back to his throat that feels tight. “You’re right. I should, but would she even want to see me now? She looked perfectly fine earlier. I don’t want to ruin her night,” He says ruefully as he cranes his neck to get a better view of your apartment with the lights switched on. “I don’t think she even needs me now that she has the three of you.”

“Heeseung, what the fuck happened to you, man?” Jay scoffs out in disbelief, pulling Heeseung’s attention promptly that has the latter glaring at him, only for him to falter slightly at the disappointment in Jay’s eyes. “I need my best friend back, and right now, you are not him.”

Heeseung’s turn to scoff, his ire coursing through his veins dangerously. “What the fuck do you mean─”

“My best friend would never have given up, especially not on the woman he claimed to love first, and he would never let the woman he loves to wait on him any longer. She deserves better, you know that,” Jay’s fierce conviction resonates with Heeseung to the core, dispelling his despondency. “You said that she looked perfectly fine, but what if she isn’t? What if she actually needs you?”

Silence is all Jay receives from Heeseung, but he is not having any of it, knowing that he needs a little push to get him on the right track. “She needs you too, Heeseung,” Jay’s tone sounds less aggravating, calmer, but firm enough to retain Heeseung’s undivided attention. “As much as I used to loathe the idea of us sharing her, I could never deny the fact that she has always needed the four of us. We could never understand the special connection you have with her, just as you could never understand our individual connection with her, which is why you need to get your shit together and grovel at her feet, quite literally.”

Heeseung stares at Jay differently, as though he is in awe of him. The corner of his lips curves into a faint smirk. “I never knew that Park Jongseong could offer words of wisdom. Y/N’s impact, I believe.”

Jay doesn’t seem to deny it, and instead, a soft smile touches his lips while his eyes hold such fondness at the mention of you before chuckling lightly at the irony since he said something similar to Sunghoon and Jake too. “Being in love can make you a changed man.” The smile on his lips falters as he looks over to Heeseung, his eyes hardened with resolve. “Don’t fuck things up with her again, Heeseung. So man up and chase after the girl you love before she closes her heart to you.”

“I’ll make things right with her, but not tonight.” Heeseung affirms, his tone conveying promises that seem to appease Jay. He cranes his neck to look at your apartment, only for his heart to skip a beat at the sight of you standing by the balcony, gazing out. He returns his gaze to Jay. “You’re up for a night ride?”

Jay adorns a smirk on his lips, his eyes glinting with a familiar challenge before he pulls his visor down and leans forward with both hands latching firmly on the clutches. “Always. Try and keep up with me.” He says with mischief cockiness, earning a soft derisive chuckle from Heeseung.

“You should take your own advice.” Heeseung retorts as he pulls his visor down. He can’t shake the feeling of being watched, and so when he looks up for another time, his heart nearly stops beating when your eyes are fixated on him, your expression unreadable.

Heeseung quickly redirects his focus on the road, his hands on the clutch tightening before he begins rev forward with Jay following suit and eventually, on par with him. The cold vindictive wind hits them as they pick up velocity, and just like that, any prior doubts and worries dissipate from Heeseung’s mind while his self-confidence elevates at the thought of getting his beloved back.

His surroundings fade into a blur as he rides through the avenue of the intended destination at a meteoric velocity, while the revving of his motorbike that he unintentionally flaunts draws attention from the onlookers roving out and about in the broad daylight. Though his firm eyes are vigilantly focused on the road, his mind momentarily drifts to you, who occupies his every thought day and night.

Initially, Heeseung intended to head over to your apartment just earlier, albeit he did not exactly formulate any plans involving places to go to for an impromptu date, mainly because he was actually jittered at the thought of meeting you up close, but then came a call in regards to a restaurant reservation for lunch from a certain esteemed CEO who oversees all business operations across multiple diversions in the fashion industry in Milan and whose daughter is best friends with you.

Working for the organisation of your best friend’s father is not a coincidence. In fact, Heeseung has done his research involving you and the people you are close with, including Jennifer’s father, whom he knows that you regard the elderly as your father figure. And so he decided to send in his resume to HR. After gruelling rounds of interviews and assessments, his expertise and professionalism managed to secure himself employment under the organisation.

Heeseung rarely brags, but his performances throughout the period he has been working were so outstanding that eventually the CEO himself wanted to informally meet him, and thus, it led to Heeseung being one of his favourite employees. Although this is merely a stepping stone towards his goal, he can’t deny the fact that he feels strongly inclined to earn your father figure’s approval when the time comes for him to pursue you.

Finally reaching his destination, Heeseung parks his motorbike by the pavement kerb, where other vehicles are arrayed as well. Removing his helmet, he smooths his tousled pink hair that looks rather orangey and adjusts the black bomber jacket hugging his body before he wastes no time in hurrying over to the upscale establishment, wanting to get this lunch appointment over with.

As soon as Heeseung walks through the glass door, his sharp eyes scour for a certain businessman in his usual lavish suit, but the elder is quick to spot him first. “Heeseung!”

Heeseung turns his head sideways and locks eyes with him, who is seated at a table with a space that offers more privacy compared to the other tables that look rather congested, and seated next to him is the person who is not entirely in favour of him. Nevertheless, Heeseung makes his way to them.

Just as Heeseung reaches, he intends to greet the elderly with a courtesy bow, but he is taken aback when he is being pulled into a hug briefly. “I’m glad you could make it, son,” Mr. Huh offers him a broad, fatherly smile, patting his shoulder firmly.

Heeseung reciprocates with a small smile, albeit a tight one, as he feels rather annoyed by the fact that your best friend is throwing daggers at him with her eyes. “Of course. I could not miss having lunch with you, Sir,” He says with the utmost sincerity, or at least he tries to.

“Let me introduce you to my daughter!” Mr. Huh looks oddly thrilled as he gestures to his daughter, and in Heeseung’s judgement, he has an inkling that the CEO has ulterior motives that involve match-making them. “This is my daughter, Jennifer. Sweetheart, this is─”

“I know who he is, Dad,” Jennifer interposes sharply, Her unveiling abhorrence for Heeseung is clear in her wintery gaze while she maintains neutrality in her tone, essentially deceiving her father as she offers the taller male an uptight smile. “We went to the same college in Seoul.” 

“It’s true, sir,” Heeseung corroborates as soon as he spots a flicker of confusion and surprise in the elder’s eyes. Meeting Jennifer’s wintery eyes again, Heeseung decides to play along with the charade as he reciprocates with a guileful grin. “It’s good to see you again, Jennifer.”

Truthfully, this is not the first time Heeseung has met Jennifer formally at close range, excluding the night of confrontation when she excused herself to head into the guest room in your apartment. The first time he met her was when she stumbled upon him in the headquarters’s lobby while he was waiting for the elevator to arrive during the second week of his employment journey. Since there were other employees, Jennifer did not make any confrontation, but her eyes were glaring at him all the way until he stepped out of the elevator. It was likely that she enquired to her father instead regarding his unexpected arrival here, because from then onwards, Heeseung never saw her again until recently.

Heeseung expected that Jennifer would inform you of his arrival in Milan, most especially being an employee under her father’s organisation, but the genuine horrifying shock on your face told him that she never divulged anything to you, which is rather peculiar. Nevertheless, Heeseung is not curious enough to be entirely bothered by it.

“That’s good, then!” Mr. Huh is more than delighted with a broad smile on his lips, as though he won the lottery, eliciting a mutual confusion from both of them before Jennifer quickly grasps the underlying of his odd enthusiasm. Jennifer stares at his father in sheer disbelief as he directs his attention on Heeseung, patting his shoulder. “You see, my daughter here is so committed to her career that she neglects to find a partner. I had chosen potential suitors for her, but none met her expectations─”

“Dad, don’t start,” Jennifer cuts him off abrasively, casting him a disapproving scowl. “I know what you’re trying to do, and for the ninth time, I have no desire in dating a man,” Her tone indicates no room for debate while she remains unwaveringly poised. Her eyes flicker over to Heeseung briefly as the latter captures a knowing glint in them. “Besides, Heeseung and I could never work out. He already has someone in his heart.”

“And who might that be?” Mr. Huh clasps his hands together, his eyes gleaming with interest and a hint of mischief in the way the corner of his lips curl upward, a stark contrast to his dignified appearance. 

His question dissipates at the instant the sound of hurried footsteps approaches their table, diverting their attention to you. “I’m sorry for arriving late. There was a traffic jam in my area.” Annoyance laces your tone before releasing a huff while you remain oblivious to his presence.

Heeseung feels as though he is deprived of oxygen as soon as his eyes land on you. You are adorned in a white spaghetti strap dress that reaches above your knees, while the v-neck design at your chest area accentuates your smooth cleavage. You applied a minimal make-up on your face, which enhances your seraphic beauty. His throat feels oddly parched while his heart beats in familiar cadence. You look beautiful as you always have, but there is an undeniable glow in your refined demeanour that is impossible for him to look away from.

Heeseung definitely did not expect that you would be joining them, but then again, he should not feel entirely surprised since you are practically like family to the father-daughter duo. 

Jennifer holds back a smirk, noticing how blatantly moonstruck Heeseung looks before pressing her lips thinly into a frown as she returns her gaze to you — well, more like her focus is directed to the black helmet in your grasp. “You rode a motorbike on your way here? Since when did you get your driving license?”

“It’s a long story, but we’ll save that for another time.” You say adamantly, your avoidance at her question is more than apparent, which deepens the frown on Jennifer’s lips, whereas Heeseung has a strong inkling that Jay had chauffeured you here.

Heeseung’s eyes never leave the glow in your demeanour as you offer Mr. Huh a buoyant smile. “Hi, uncle! How was your business trip to Venice?”

“It was lovely, thank you for asking, sweetie,” Mr. Huh wears a gentle smile, gazing fondly at you the way he does to his daughter. As if a lightbulb switches on in his head, he briefly looks over to Heeseung. “I’d like to introduce you to this fine gentleman here. Heeseung, this is Y/N. She’s been best friends with my daughter since childhood.”

Heeseung knows that much, considering you were the one who told him your whole life story before. His dark eyes watch you in a predatory gleam as you slowly turn to him, your body language exhibiting reluctance, almost as if you are daunted by the mention of his name alone.

When you finally lock eyes with him, the radiancy in your demeanour dims while your heart goes into palpitation. You feel a chaotic of emotions at once within you at the sight of the guy you did not expect in the slightest to be mysteriously acquainted with your father figure.

You have no idea what to feel at this moment. Happy? Angry? Sad? Or maybe even turned on? Because he sure as hell looks good decked out in an all-black outfit with his top stretching against his taut muscles and silver-rimmed glasses resting on his nose bridge, which is obviously a mere decoration, but it enhances his compelling charm with his dark predatory eyes locking you in place. 

“Dad, Y/N went to the same college as us.” Jennifer’s voice shatters the hypnotic trance you are in, looking away from his gaze, but even then you can feel his invasive eyes burning onto your face.

You nod your head, mustering the fakest smile on your matted lips at your father figure. “Yes. We all know each other. It’s a small world, really.”

“It’s been quite some time, Y/N,” Heeseung’s voice has a seductive drawl only you recognise — a haunting yet velvety caress to your ear. You look at him again and narrow your eyes at his simper smile, almost as if he is enjoying the subtle reaction he elicits from you just by his tantalising allure. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again.”

“Heeseung,” You decide to reciprocate his courtesy, your lips curving into a small, uptight smile, before taking a seat next to him since it is the only available seat, and you hope not to be affected by the dangerous proximity between you and him.

“Shall we order, then?” Mr. Huh, oblivious to the tension brewing, looks at each of you with a broad smile before calling for the waiter and informing him of your orders.

While waiting for the food to be served, Mr. Huh initiates a conversation that includes the three of you. Throughout the flow, you avoid looking at Heeseung, but the heat radiating from his body is something you can’t ignore. His presence alone is enough to make you feel jittered, which is annoying because, as much as your heart yearns for him, you should be nonchalant about him. When the food has finally been served, you decide to focus on your food, albeit being self-conscious of eating in his presence.

“Ah, how could I forget?” Mr. Huh dabs the white handkerchief on his lips, perfectly poised with dining etiquette like a true businessman. “Heeseung has been part of the organisation as our data research analyst for two months, but he has made a significant contribution to the team with his exceptional skills.” 

Though the information is ineffectual to Jennifer, as evident in her facial expression, you nod your head meaningfully at the revelation, your lips pressing thinly together. “I see.” Your tone carries an undercurrent of bitterness. It makes you wonder if Heeseung’s employment under Mr. Huh’s organisation is a mere coincidence or not, because you know Heeseung. There is no such thing as coincidence when it comes to him.

Mr. Huh darts his eyes between you and Heeseung with a flicker of knowingness, now having noticed how unusually awkward and tense you are in his presence. “So, Heeseung,” He clears his throat, his eyes turning serious as he looks at Heeseung. “What do you think of Y/N?”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Jennifer groans loudly, having a dread sense of what her father is up to. She shoots him a withering glare. “First, it was me, now Y/N? You run a major corporation, not a match-making service.”

Mr. Huh simply dismisses her glare with a wave of his hand. “I’m merely asking a harmless question, sweetheart.”

Heeseung contemplates answering his question, but when his eyes linger on your perfect side profile, he feels compelled by your beauty once more and notices that you seem to await his answer expectantly, albeit your countenance appears indifferent, a mask he recognises that has his lips unfurling a smirk.

“I think she's very beautiful, both inside and outside,” Heeseung answers with the utmost sincerity, his velvety voice sounding slightly deeper. His eyes never stray from your face, even as you turn to look at him with your cheeks flaring diffidently. “Just the kind of woman I intend to spend a lifetime with.”

Your heart rate goes rapid while butterflies swarm in every part of you, and the connection between you and him feels palpable as it deepens just by eye contact. You desperately search for any lies in his eyes behind the transparent lenses, but all you see is how undeniably enamoured he is.

Getting lost in those orbs, your reaction delays at the sensation of his fingers nearly succeeding in intertwining with yours, and when you finally gain full alertness at the heat of his touch, you flinch visibly and yank your fingers from his, but your abrupt movement causes your elbow to hit your glass of Shirley Temple, resulting the liquid to drench the lower region of your dress. “Shit!” You hiss, mentally berating yourself for your clumsiness.

Jennifer quickly passes the tissues to you, while Heeseung doesn’t hesitate to help out in wiping the spilled content on the table. “Are you okay?” He asks, genuine concern lacing his tone despite his eyes glinting with amusement at the cuteness of your reaction.

“Yup, just taken aback by your remark. Consider me flattered,” You tell him tersely, forcing out a chuckle while you continue to wipe your wet dress rather aggressively before deciding to get away from him, even if it’s only for a short while. You rise from your seat, giving the father-daughter duo an uptight smile. “I’ll be heading to the washroom. Please excuse me.”

You immediately abandon the table in haste, heading straight for the washroom that is further away. You grimace at the unpleasant stickiness on your dress making contact with your skin whenever you walk. Once you reach inside the washroom, you proceed to wash the lower region of your dress, hoping that it wouldn’t leave a stain while you regret wearing a white dress out of all the days.

Unfortunately, it leaves a stain even after you wash it thoroughly. You begin to grumble under your breath while attempting to dry it with the tissue. You can’t believe that his words impacted you greatly more than they should. Heaving a defeated sigh, you proceed to depart from the washroom, embracing the fact that you might have to tolerate the charade a little longer.

As soon as you step outside, your heart jumps in surprise as you stagger back at the sight of Heeseung standing outside of the washroom with his back leaning against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest. “Heeseung, you scared me,” You mutter, faltering as his eyes roam around your body.

“Your dress,” Heeseung points out as the frown on his lips deepens upon seeing the noticeable stain on the material.

“It’s fine. It’ll go away once I wash it with detergent,” You say assuringly, though you have no idea why you do so as you look down at your dress, grimacing. “I hope.”

Receiving no response from him, you look up, only to be flabbergasted at the close proximity as he towers over your figure, his impassive face unreadable. “W-What are you doing?” You stutter, temperature rising in your cheeks as you watch him remove his black bomber jacket.

You don’t have the opportunity to marvel at his biceps muscles as he is adorned in a black sleeveless top when he leans down closer to you, causing you to hold your breath, expecting what you are thinking, only to feel a tinge of disappointment when his intent is to wrap his jacket around your waist. Still, your heart remains a fluttery mess at the close proximity with his strong woody cologne hitting your nostril. 

Heeseung catches your eyes fleetingly as soon as he finishes tying a knot securely before leaning away from you, smirking faintly as he notices your tensed body relaxes. “There. You won’t have to worry about others seeing the stain on your dress anymore.”

You clear your throat awkwardly, looking everywhere but his eyes. “What you said earlier,” You murmur, a frown pulling down on your lips. “Did you mean them?”

“I meant every single word,” Heeseung takes you by surprise when he grabs your wrist and positions your palm to rest on his chest, allowing you to feel his heart beating rapidly like yours while his tone conveys a solemnity. “Can you feel it? The way my heart beats for you now is just the same as it was.”

Even as he is holding you, his grip feels familiarly reverent, causing your heart to ache, and his chest feels solid beneath your touch. You curl your fingers into a fist as every bit of your resolve is close to crumbling. “We should go─”

“Spend the day with me,” Heeseung cuts you off in a silent plea, compelling you to look at him and recognising the determination behind those lenses. “I want to bring you to places, if you allow me.”

“Just because I accepted your best friends, it doesn’t mean that I’ve accepted you,” Though your resolve remains tenacious, your tone wavers at the dejection dimming in his eyes. You release a soft sigh, not realising that you have grown accustomed to his touch on your skin. “Give me time, Hee. You owe me that. And if I’m being honest, a part of me still feels overwhelmed by all of this.”

“I know I owe you much, but I can’t give you time. Every second, every minute without you is insanity,” Heeseung refuses to back down, one of the qualities you have always admired about him. He tucks a fallen lock behind your ear tenderly while his firm eyes never leave yours. “You can hate me all you want, but don’t think for a second that I would ever let you go this time.”

Seeing as he is just as determined as his best friends, a layer of what you built to protect your resolve peeled against your will. “Okay, I’ll spend the day with you.” You eventually concede, but the wariness on your face remains. “Just don’t make me regret my decision.”

In an instant, Heeseung pulls you along with him, heading back to the table with his fingers intertwined with yours that you surprisingly allow. But then realisation hits you as you look at the back of his head, your eyes bewildered. “Wait, now? Hee, we can’t just ditch them. It’ll be rude─” You immediately smack your lips shut as soon as you arrive at the table.

“Girl,” Jennifer doesn’t bother to conceal her surprise as she gasps audibly, her eyes zero in on your intertwined fingers. You can only offer her an indecisive smile before looking over to Mr. Huh, who looks surprised but then comes his delight that gleams in his eyes.

Heeseung’s composure is unwavering as he meets the elder’s eyes. “I apologise for my discourtesy when I say this, Sir, but may I─”

“You may,” Mr. Huh’s swift permission comes off as a surprise to you as he gives Heeseung a firm head nod before he cracks a knowing smile. “I may be an old man, but even a blind person could see how infatuated you were, son. I could tell that you two had history, so go ahead. You already have my blessings.”

“Thank you, Sir. I’ll take good care of Y/N,” Heeseung says with conviction, his grip on your hand a silent promise. He meets your eyes briefly and receives a nod of confirmation from you before he grabs his backpack and hangs it around his shoulder, whereas you grab your sling purse and your black helmet that was gifted by Jay.

You bid your goodbyes to the father-daughter duo with a sheepish smile before Heeseung finally pulls you with him as he guides you the way to the glass door without releasing your hand. You can’t suppress the giddiness that bubbles in your chest as you observe how endearingly eager Heeseung is in the way he haste in his steps, finally reaching to his sleek black Ducati Panigale V2.

You can feel his reluctance as he slowly releases your hand. “Can you be my backpack girl, beloved?” The endearment rolls down his tongue naturally, forgetting that he might make you feel uncomfortable by pushing things fast.

But you don’t seem the slightest bothered by it while your face betrays none of the delightful flutters in your chest. You simply nod your head before initiating your offer as you extend your hand to him, which he proceeds to pass you his backpack.

You notice his eyes keep darting at the helmet in your grasp. “Jay bought it for me as an advance gift for when I passed my driving license,” You say, as if you can read the question lingering on his mind. 

Heeseung raises his eyebrow, intrigued and surprised. He holds your stare for a few minutes before breaking into soft chuckles that sound annoyingly melodious in your ears. A frown touches your lips despite your heart being a fluttery mess at the sight of his pearly white teeth on display as he continues to chuckle. “What is so funny?”

Heeseung immediately calms down, but a smirk plays on his lips. “Nothing. It’s just that you used to be afraid of riding a motorbike, but now look at you,” His eyes soften wistfully, allaying your niggling annoyance. “I’m going to miss you being my backpack girl.”

“I’ll still be your backpack girl, even after I earn my driving license,” You blurt out without the intention to reassure him once again. You decide to feign obliviousness to the words that left your lips as you clear your throat. “Let’s just get going.”

But Heeseung is not about to let it go. “So does that mean you’ll allow me to bring you out often with my motorbike from now onwards?”

The corner of your lips curls into a faint smile as you look down at your helmet. “Maybe. Unless you have another backpack girl….” You drawl, attempting at nonchalance, but the bitterness colouring your tone gives way to the hinted jealousy.

Heeseung grabs your hand as well as your attention. “You’re my only backpack girl, like you always have been, beloved,” He declares, smiling softly at you before giving you a tender kiss on your knuckle, which sends you the electrifying spark to your skin.

You retract your hand to keep yourself busy wearing your helmet. “Earlier, you said places, so, where will you be taking me first?”

“Since it’s a date, how do you feel about watching a movie?” He asks, receiving a small smile of approval from you in return. Just like that, your cooperation kindles hope in him.

The luminescence of the animated screen illuminates the cinema that has surprisingly many vacancies, with only another couple and a small group of friends occupying the seats far from where you and Heeseung are. The ongoing movie of ‘Deadpool & Wolverine’ that has you hooked eventually attenuates your interest, prompting you to direct your attention elsewhere until your eyes land on him.

You should be looking away from him before you fall deeper into his allure that constantly serenades you, but it is impossible to do so when he has a divine side profile with his perfect sculpted nose and smooth jawline, pink lips that are absent of his wonted silver ring, and his dreamy eyes glueing to the screen attentively. Swarming butterflies remain in their wake in your tummy once more. You hate how undeniably handsome he is, and yet a part of you wishes to wake up to his face every day and night.

It seems that Heeseung feels your burning stare on his face as he turns his head with an eyebrow arched. You look away, feigning interest in the movie as you shove the last of your popcorn into your mouth aggressively while your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Thankfully, he doesn’t tease you or make any remark, though you can see his lips unfurling an amused grin from your peripheral vision.

Long minutes have passed, and your boredom has reached its peak as you slowly slump in your seat. His jacket that was once wrapped around your waist is now served to provide you some warmth against the frigidity that permeates the entirety of the cinema, and while it is big on your figure, you have sought comfort and discreetly basked in his scent that clings to his jacket, but little did you know that he has noticed how occasionally you would snuggle in his jacket like a kitten, which he found endearing.

Heeseung has long noticed that you are feeling restless, to which he feels unsatisfactory that this movie date is not going smoothly as he imagined. With his eyes flickering to your pouty lips, he leans forward until he stops next to your ear. “Do you want to get out of here?” He asks in a murmur, startling you at how deep his voice is.

A frown pulls at your lips while every fibre of your being vehemently agrees that you should. “But the movie isn’t over. Besides, you already paid for this, so we can’t just let your money go to waste.”

“And you’re clearly not enjoying this,” Heeseung points out, his tone dripping with dissatisfaction that is not directed at you but rather at himself. He releases a breath, his fingers running through his hair. “I should’ve picked other movies that were more to your liking.”

“It’s okay. I’m not a big fan of movies anyway,” Your reassurance does nothing to relieve him. Your eyes briefly flicker down at his long, slender fingers that are adorned with rings, resisting the strong urge to hold them. “Seriously, Heeseung, it’s fine. You love watching Marvels, so as long as you enjoy watching the movie, then it’s not an issue for me.”

Heeseung shakes his head, his stern eyes holding yours in place. “Today is all about you, sweetheart,” He insists softly, his gentle tone feeling like a velvet stroke in your ear. “So please be selfish; be selfish with me. Let me know which places you want me to drive you to, or even the things that capture your eyes. I’ll pay for them,” He doesn’t hesitate to hold your hand tenderly before raising it up to kiss your fingertips while he holds your stare. “I’ll even pluck the stars, the sun, or even the moon; just say the word, love.”

You can’t help but to break into giggles, forgetting your resolve in resisting Heeseung and his charms for as long as you can. “You can’t do that. It’s impossible unless you want something catastrophic to happen on earth.”

“Then we’ll have to migrate to Mars, or maybe Venus. Any planet of your choice, love,” Heeseung muses, enjoying your delightful reaction as you continue to giggle before you immediately compose yourself, though the smile on your lips remains. “But I’m serious when I say I’ll grant you whatever you desire. Just say the word.”

You chew on your bottom lip as you contemplate that it doesn't even last for a few minutes before you lower your gaze and tug at his finger diffidently. “I want to get out of here, Hee.”

“As you wish, my beloved,” Heeseung tugs at your hand gently, a signal you recognise that prompts you to rise from your seats before he proceeds to pull you with him to head for the exit. Not once did he release your hand, even as you finally passed by the cinema box office.

Navigating your way to where he parked his motorbike as you walk on the pavement, Heeseung comes to an abrupt stop when a florist booth piques his interest. Your face contorts into confusion as he drags you into the booth where there are a variety of different flowers being sold at a decent price. Your heart skips a beat as you watch him decisively choose a rose.

“A rose for my lady,” Heeseung says, his lips gracing a smile as he passes the amount of cash to the salesperson while your cheeks feel warmer at his words.

“You two look lovely together,” The salesperson, whose age looks around your mother’s, remarks with a fond smile. “May your relationship continue to blossom beautifully.”

“Thank you,” Heeseung expresses his gratitude with a smile before shifting his attention with the rose in his hand extending to you. “For you, beloved.”

You have always known that Heeseung was the epitome of romance, and right now in this moment, everything feels authentically romantic. “You didn’t have to,” You mutter as you meekly accept the rose, feeling deeply touched by the gentlemanly gesture that is honestly a bare minimum, but enough to send your heart into palpitation. God, you are down bad for this man.

“So, any places you have in mind that you want to go to?” Heeseung asks gently as he intertwines your fingers, making your way to his motorbike. You nod your head in response before informing him of the very place you have on your wish-list.

The journey to your desired destination takes about forty-five minutes, and time flies fast because soon you find yourself entering the renowned Milan’s Castello Sforzesco, a Renaissance fortress that was built in the middle of the 15th century. Not only is it monumental, but it showcases cultural and artistic heritage within a stunning and historic architectural setting. Of course, as expected, your favourite is the water fountain that is situated outside near the entrance.

All the while you have been preoccupied appreciating real structural arts, Heeseung is not far behind you as he follows you quietly and patiently, admiring the sincerity of your wonderment in the world of arts and history. In between, you blabber to him about facts and whatnot, albeit you seem mindless, rendering him impressed by your discovery and history that you acquired while he listens attentively at every word you speak.

You spend nearly an hour and a half before you decide to let him choose the next destination, and you eventually find yourself seated behind him on his motorbike with your arms around his waist, holding onto your valuable life as he speeds on the highway, occasionally revving since he knows that you actually love when he does it. You let your inhibition go, leaning your head on his broad dependant back as you appreciate this moment, hoping that it’ll last.

Soon enough, your riding escapade comes to an end, but the adrenaline rush from the prior speed is present in the course of your veins. He has brought you to the famous Navigli Pavese Canal, which the place reminds you of when Jake rented a whole boat as you watched the gorgeous sunset with him.

With your elbows leaning on the railing, the wind gently blows in your hair, casting a cinematic beauty that has his eyes compelled to you while you continue to gaze out at the heavenly view of the blue and golden firmament. But the semblance of tranquilly shatters as the question resurfaces on your mind, and just like that, you are harshly being pulled out of your reverie.

You look over to him as he stands closely next to you, his back leaning against the railing while his arms fold across his chest, a faraway look in his eyes. You don’t want to possibly ruin this whole date, but you can’t hold back any longer. “How did you know I’d be meeting Jen and her dad?”

Your voice is quiet, but your tone is enough for him to discern that things are about to get gravely serious. “I didn’t,” He says calmly.

When he catches your accusatory gaze, he feels his heart sinking. “But you didn’t look surprised to see me,” You point out, recalling the way he looked at you.

“Trust me, I was just as surprised as you were,” He states emphatically, panic twinging in his chest as he notices the eventual distance you put between the two of you. “If I had known you’d be coming, I would’ve planned a proper date for you in advance.”

“That’s the thing, Heeseung. I never needed a date, and bringing me out on a date doesn’t erase what happened.” Frustration begins to simmer within you in the way you speak. Just like that, the past dominates the vulnerable corners in your mind, resulting in you overlooking his efforts, his humour, and his romantic gestures that dissipate from your mind.

“Did you tell this to my best friends as well? Or are you playing favourites?” His shoulders and jaw are taut with tension while a bitter resentment adulterates his once-mellow voice. A frown pulls at the corners of your lips, but before you can defend yourself, he cuts you off sharply, and yet there is an undercurrent of agony. “I’ve always known that you favour them most over me, and you know what’s unfair? It’s the fact that I noticed you first before they even did. I loved you first, Y/N.”

Getting overwhelmed by a myriad of emotions going erratic within you, his mere declaration of love incenses you. “You’re lying. You're a liar, Hee,” You say with vehemence, refusing to believe a word from him as you shake your head. “You didn’t even know me, and yet, you loved me first? That wasn’t love.”

It is as though Heeseung unveils the darkness that has always etched on his soul, making him look like an entirely different person, borderline degenerate while the air around you shifts with palpable intensity. “You were mine, Y/N. You’ve always been mine since the moment you stepped foot into the auditorium during freshman year.” 

“Stop,” You grit your teeth as he predatorily backs you up, sending a wave of familiar intoxication to you, and yet a part of you desires to be consumed by the darkness he wields. 

Heeseung is unrelenting in his resolve, pinning you with the smouldering intensity of his gaze. “I claimed you first, Y/N. I needed to wait for the right time to officially make you mine, and I waited for so long,” A glinting obsession is present in his penetrating eyes, while a profound yearning is punctuated in each syllable. “I was consumed by everything about you. Every single thing. I wanted you, and I needed you so desperately, but you were nearly unattainable.”

“That wasn’t love, Hee! It's an obsession!” You exclaim, releasing your aggravating emotions like a torrent. Your glazed eyes flicker with hurt as you shake your head. “You were obsessed with me, you know that.”

“Does it really matter whether or not I was obsessed with you?” A humourless chuckle leaves his lips. “It doesn’t change the fact that I loved you, and I’m still fucking in love with you.”

“It’s a hopeless love, Hee!” You say exasperatedly, suppressing the rivulets from shattering your composure, though your body is trembling with lament. “For a year I wasn’t there by your side; you clinged hopelessly onto that love when you should’ve let go! You should’ve let me go!”

“I couldn’t. I could never afford to,” His voice is saturated with devastation, but vehement enough for you to grasp the gravity of the onslaught of his declaration. He clenches his fist, hating how far you are despite the closing proximity. “I’d rather die than to let you go.”

“What if you hadn’t found me? Would you still cling onto that love?” The back of your eyes begins to burn while the tremor in your voice denotes your tenacity at your resolve is teetering. Your jaw clenches as you look away from him. “No. You would’ve already found someone else.”

“You’re wrong. I would never find somebody else because no one is worthy of my love and heart except you. No one can ever be compared to you, Y/N.” His voice mellows with poignancy and adoration, and the sensation of his fingers caressing your cheek tenderly pulls your attention back to him while a wistful smile touches his lips. “That night at the bar where I followed you a year ago, do you still remember what I told you when you tried to push me away again?”

Of course, you remember. You remember every memory you had with him, with all of them, and those memories are etched deeply in your mind. Somehow, you have an inkling that he wants to hear that specific dialogue he spoke to you with passion. “You said that we’re never over.” Your voice barely above a whisper as you become enthralled by his beautiful dark eyes.

He cradles your face, his thumb stroking your smooth cheek gently. “And?”

“And you’ve given me your heart since you first saw me.” You recite mechanically as the memory plays on your mind. You swallow a painful lump in your throat before continuing, “You said that I own you, your body, your heart, and your soul.”

A faint, bitter smile briefly appears on his lips. “Imagine the torment I went through after I found out that you left me.” Your heart aches at the loss of his warmth on your skin, only to be taken aback when his stature shrinks as you watch him with your heart pounding harder against your chest as he finally gets down on his knee, sheer devotion on his countenance. “You were my everything, Y/N. I dedicated my life to you and only you. Without you, I’m nothing, love.”

“Hee,” Your lips tremble as you utter his name, and your eyes glisten with tears as he grabs your hand to place a gentle kiss on your knuckle before holding it reverently in his.

“I was never a man of apology, and I couldn’t give a damn about giving the bare minimum to anyone but you,” He confesses, his tone carrying a genuine sincerity that weakens the remnants of your resolve. “There was never a day that went by without the memory of you crying and screaming at us on that rainy night resurfacing in my mind, and the look on your face broke me all over,” His voice shakes with the emotions he grappled with, and his eyes glaze with an immense regret. He plants a deep, affectionate kiss on your palm before repositioning your hand to cradle his cheek, while the rawness of his love in the way he looks at you springs tears well in your eyes. “I’m so, so sorry, my love. I should’ve done so much to protect your heart, but instead, I hurt you. I should've been clearer with my intention and love towards you.”

“I thought you didn’t love me. I thought you were just keeping me around for your own pleasure, so that’s why you were always showering me with so much affection,” You divulge to him one of your innermost doubts as you hold back a sob while the hurt and devastation on your delicate features seem to break his heart all over. “I thought your main goal was to break me when I thought you did. I spent days and nights crying in my bedroom and wondering what I did to deserve it when I thought you were responsible.”

“I never wanted to break you, Y/N,” His honest confession penetrates into your essence deeply. “The preying was just a pathetic excuse for me to get closer to you, to break down the walls you built to protect yourself from the depravity, from us.” His eyes display a glistening vulnerability while his voice sounds raw with saturating emotions that has your heart twisting in agony before a fallen teardrop slides down your cheek. “All I ever wanted was to be yours, beloved.”

“I wanted to be yours too, Hee, even when I knew that you were bad for me,” You confess earnestly as you softly weep, and alas, your resolve dissipates like it never existed. He leans into your touch that oozes with your affection for him. “It was killing me how there were no labels when you treated me like you really loved me.”

“I did love you, and I still love you, Y/N Kang. I’m sorry for being too late,” He smiles sadly as he places his hand on top of yours before pinning your nearly faltering attention with the steel of determination and devotion in his eyes. “I’ll spend a lifetime to make up for the things I did that hurt your feelings, and I’ll spend forever to prove to you how irrevocably in love I am with you and always will be.”

Though your once-wounded heart has opened up to him, unsought doubt appears in the back of your mind. “Am I even worth your time for you to spend on forever?” 

“You are worth every second, my beloved,” His reassurance feels like a safety blanket cocooning you, and his gesture of affection touches your heart deeply as he kisses your knuckle again before looking back at you with hopeful anticipation. “Let’s go. There is one last place I must show you.”

“And what place is that?” You ask in a whisper while your heart races in keen anticipation.

His pink lips unfurl a genuine, gentle smile. “A place where we’ll spend our future together.” 

By the time Heeseung navigates through the familiar district that will soon be theirs to dominate, the sun makes its descent to welcome the dusk, casting pink and purple hues in the breathtaking firmament that has you admire appreciatively until the boulevard of towering trees diverts your attention to the road before noticing not a single sight of a diversely structured mansion unlike earlier, which you felt as though you had entered the domain of where billionaires reside.

A frown gently pulls at your lips, confusion and curiosity swirling in your head before an unsought qualm arises, polluting your every good thought of the man who you are holding onto for security as he speeds through this uncharted territory, which you know that he would never bestow malevolence on you, but your body remains tensing.

Heeseung, who feels the tension taut in your arms as you have them wrapped around his waist, unlatches his grip on the clutch for his hand to reach behind and instinctively rub the side of your thigh in a soothing motion while the other remains in controlled stability of the velocity of his vehicle.

His thoughtful gesture that sends you a fluttery sensation instantly dispelled your qualm as well as the tension in your fibre ebbs. Your arms loosen slightly around him, denoting your silent trust and comfort in him that has his heart swell with honour.

As you feel the velocity waning, you know that you are nearly reaching your destination, and your presumption is proven correct when you peek over his broad shoulder to see what awaits you, only to be rendered astonished as your lips part open at the grand building that looks divinely like a palace to be called a mansion before a wave of deja vu hits you, reminding you of the palace in Seoul that held memories.

You are pulled out of the trance as soon as the vehicle comes to a stop on the concrete cobblestones, where you are facing not only the stupendous mansion but also the grandeur of water fountains situated in the vast front yard. With Heeseung’s assistance, he offers his arm for you to hold onto as you carefully dismount his motorbike before he follows suit.

Even as you are flimsily unfastening your helmet to hurriedly remove it from your head, excitement bubbles within you as you maintain a neutral facade, but your eyes tell him all he needs to know as he has been anticipating your reaction ever since he decided to introduce you to where your future with them awaits.

Your eyes sparkle in amazement amidst the glinting curiosity as you soak in the visual modernisation beauty that encompassed this unknown estate into your memory that has you feeling rather envious of whoever is the owner.

All the while, Heeseung silently watches you with an attentive gaze, and yet he is in awe of your beauty under these lights with your scintillating eyes still appraising the area, particularly the water fountains, before you look over to Heeseung with a puzzled expression. “Whose place is this?” 

“It’s ours, my love,” You want to doubt his words, because there is not in any way his words implied or included you, but the mellow sincerity in his tone as well as the smile on his lips conquer your doubts. “Ours, and that includes you.”

Heeseung continues, his eyes looking over to the mansion. “The construction was completed last week, but the guys and I will be taking our time to move in since our lease over the penthouse will be ending in three months time,” He explains methodically before shifting his attention to you, only for his eyes to soften at how delicate you look with a glass of vulnerability in your eyes. “We wanted to be where you were, and since you’re living in Milan for good, we collectively agreed to build our future here with you.”

 “The fountains,” You utter softly, trying not to waver in the way you speak, albeit your throat hurts from repressing a bundle of emotions that threatens to implode while your attention remains fixated on the running water fountains with waves of nostalgia hitting you, each wave impacting you harder than the previous. “They look like the ones at the palace in Seoul.”

“I knew how much you loved the palace fountains in Seoul, so I had Sunghoon and his expertise as an architect cooperate with our contractors,” He says, his voice mellowing with a careful gentleness as he observes you while he slowly advances towards you. His lips unfurl a crooked yet charming smile. “I wanted you to feel like you’re back at home, even if you already felt like it before all of this.”

You are sincerely at a loss for words, unable to articulate your feelings into coherent sentences. Heeseung seems to be waiting patiently for you, and for that you are thankful to him, thankful that he even bothered to remember what you loved, even if it had been a long year, causing the dam to finally break. Tears immediately spring to your waterline as you choke back a sob, your glistening eyes meeting him with tears cascading down your cheeks.

Heeseung doesn’t hesitate to close the distance before cupping your wet cheeks. “My beloved, why are you crying?” He asks gently, his lips pulling down into a frown and his eyes turning crestfallen. “I hate seeing you cry because of me again.”

“Because you remembered,” You manage to utter through soft sobs, hating how you feel extremely emotional over his remembrance of your fondness towards the water fountains in Seoul, but it deeply touches your heart.

“Of course, I remembered,” He mutters as he affectionately wipes the relentless tears away from your cheeks while a wistful smile touches his lips faintly. “How could I have forgotten when I always watched you playing at the fountains and how you ended up dragging me along with you to splash water at me?” A broken chuckle manages to escape you as your sobs eventually quieten. “How could I have forgotten the things my beloved loved so much?”

The loss of his warmth on your cheeks makes your heart ache as you yearn for his warmth to embrace you, but you remain silent, observing him as he looks down prompts you to follow his gaze before spotting a black-inked tattoo on his skin under his forearm.

“You got a new tattoo,” You point out in awe, though you actually had noticed it earlier, but you didn’t think of it too much since you thought wrongly that he always had that tattoo. You feel rather guilty for not remembering his details just this soon.

“It’s not just any tattoo, beloved,” He adorns a soft, sweet smile on his face, looking at you with adoring affection as you touch his tattoo gently. “It’s your birth date.”

“But why?” Your voice trembles with emotions that you know about to make you a sobbing mess again, but you grapple with them. Though your heart is fluttering at his declaration, you still eye him with exasperation. “You know that it won’t come off if there is ever a moment you might find yourself regretting my birth date tattooed on your skin.”

But Heeseung doesn’t look in the slightest rue, as though this resolve has long since been established in the back of his mind. “Because it serves as a reminder to me that the birth of your existence was when my whole universe was created.” He says shakily, allowing his feelings to seep through the cracks of his once-unwavering facade. “You are my life, Y/N, and I wouldn’t regret a single thing when it comes to you.”

“Even if I make you angry or sad?” You prod to seek clarity for your own assurance despite the fact that you are close to weeping with unrelenting tears that remain welling in your waterline.

“Yes, my beloved,” He places a deep, tender kiss on your palm for a little longer with his eyes fluttering closed, as though to savour your scent and warmth, before positioning your palm to cradle his cheek as he gazes into your eyes affectionately.

“You could hurt me, break my heart into pieces over and over, and I wouldn’t regret anything. I would never regret you.”

A fallen teardrop rolls down your cheek as you deepen your cradle on his cheek for him to lean into your touch, his tender gaze holding yours with unwavering devotion. “I don’t want you to hurt me again, and I don’t want you to abandon me like you did when I needed you those nights.” You tell him in such desperation.

“Tell me more, love,” He murmurs, grabbing your wrist gently to pull it down and holding your hand close to his chest reverently while his eyes hold resolve of determination. “Tell me what you want. I’ll make them come true.”

“I want you to hold me close like you did. I want you to reassure me when I’m in distress," A hiccup leaves your lips, earning a fond smile from him. “I want you to need me like I need you.”

“My beautiful love, I’ve always needed you,” He confesses earnestly, his heart pounding with a palpable yearning as it senses the remnant shards of coldness dissipate in yours. He caresses your cheek tenderly, his touch contradicting his urgency to consume you once more. “Permission to kiss you?”

You nod your head, unable to utter a word, as you feel an overwhelming need for him to claim you like he did before. His eyes glint with dissatisfaction at your nonverbal response before he firmly grips your chin and tilts your head up, causing your breath to hitch at how his eyes gradually darken with inexplicable emotions. “I need words, pretty girl.”

You ignore the way his deep voice ignites a certain arousal within you. You tug at the hem of his sleeveless top, your fingers curling as they clutch the material while your eyes gleam with the same yearning that parallels his. “Please kiss me,” You plead in a soft utterance.

Without further ado, Heeseung leans in as he closes the gap between your faces while your eyes flutter close before his lips meet yours in a shared tenderness as he kisses you softly. Sparks fly behind your closed vision, and you can even feel them everywhere around you while butterflies in your tummy become tenfold at how he seems to be taking his own sweet time kissing you, but soon, the eventual passion comes as he pulls you closer with his arms snaking around your waist.

The passion turns fierce, one that is addictive as you hook your arms around his neck before you deepen the kiss that you have yearned for. The pressure of his touch is unabating, a constant reminder of his desire and love for you, and yet you can discern a layer of possessiveness as he gradually tightens his arms around you.

Feeling breathless, you attempt to pull away from the much-needed kiss, but he chases for your lips vehemently, successfully capturing them before his teeth sink into your bottom lip, prompting you to willingly part open your mouth for him to dominate your hot cavern with his wet muscle that has you moaning airily into his mouth.

He groans at your taste and your sensual sound while his bulge hardens against the confine, making it more noticeable. He presses his bulge into you, to which you feel him below your tummy, eliciting a soft gasp from you. “Hee,” You pant lightly as soon as he breaks the lip lock. 

Heeseung catches your eyes swirling with palpable desire and need that mirrors his, with the only exception of his eyes darkening dangerously as the air around you remains laden with intensity. “You’re right. Not here,” His voice sounds huskier, going straight into your core.

But just before Heeseung can bring you somewhere to continue where you left off, you tug at his hand diffidently, feeling oddly demure as your eyes waver at the eye contact with him. “Can we play at the fountain and dance silly there like old times?”

His heart soars at how undeniably adorable yet beautiful you are, so how could he ever resist you? And so, with his jacket and your bags being abandoned on the ground, the only sound of sheer delight emanates from you, enlivening the ambience under the night that has dawned as he is finally reunited with you.

You and Heeseung spent nearly an hour at the water fountains, too immersed in your own world after releasing your inhibitions, whereas he entertained you with a sense of commitment, especially seeing the joy beamed on your face. He would do anything to keep you smiling and laughing infectiously like earlier.

Presently, you are at one of the fancy gazebos, and yes, you are still having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that there are four gazebos situated in the massive backyard. Just before this, Heeseung decided to give you a tour around the backyard since he didn’t bring his keys to the mansion.

To say you were surprised at the amenities in the backyard would be an understatement. Not only are there gazebos, but also a barbeque patio that is adjacent to the swimming pool, a whole garage building solely made to store their vehicles with a private gym on the second level, water fountains that are smaller than the ones in the front yard, four gazebos at different corners, and because the terrain is hilly, one of the gazebos provides an exquisite view of the central urban area, which is especially beautiful at night.

Keeping yourself warm, you wrap your arms around your shivering figure as you lean your lower back against the balustrade, watching as Heeseung heads over to you with a familiar black jacket in his grasp. Since the water in the fountain was extremely cold, you can feel it chilling deep into your bones. Plus, your dress is wholly drenched, amplifying the coldness as the material sticks to your skin.

You immediately drop your arms to your side, feigning unaffected by the cold while your figure remains shivering despite your efforts to be subtle, not wanting him to worry and fuss over you. You cast him a small smile as soon as he reaches you, his face is now bare of the spectacle he wore earlier.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” Heeseung asks for another time as he scrutinises you with a glinting knowingness in his eye. He is not oblivious to the goosebumps arising on your skin, and you seem to constantly shiver.

“Positive,” You insist again, but it is futile as he drapes his dry jacket over your shoulders instead of him wearing it. “Hee, I’m fine,” Nevertheless, you feel thankful for his thoughtful gesture, as the jacket is sufficient enough to provide a barrier from preventing the nightly breeze.

“I don’t want my beloved to fall sick,” He tells you sternly with a frown on his face, but you know that he is just worried about you. Your heart flutters as he caresses your cold cheek. “We shouldn’t have played at the fountain.”

You have no regrets anyway. It was all worth it for old time’s sake. “If I fall sick, you’ll take care of me, right?” You ask, adorning a cheeky grin on your lips while he only gazes at you fondly.

“I’ll always take care of you,” His tone carries a firm promise, and his eyes convey solemnity that reassures you before they dart down at your untied shoelaces. “You’re my responsibility now, sweetheart.”

“Heeseung?” You blurt out in confusion as he kneels in front of you, watching as he proceeds to tie your shoelaces while the temperature on your cheeks rises. “This is the second time you’re kneeling.”

“For you, I will get down on my knees for as long as you want me to. It’s what you deserve after what happened,” He says after tying your shoelaces in firm knots before looking up at you, his eyes softening with adoration and a dark glinting lust. He grabs your hand to place a sensual kiss on your fingertip. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. You’re meant to be worshipped by me. My only goddess in the universe.”

You nearly fall weak at his cheesy yet fluttering words that impact your heart greatly. Your eyes remain on him as he slowly rises from the ground, curiosity swirling in your eyes when he slides his hand into his pocket before revealing a silver ring that is connected to the necklace, similar to the one hooked around his neck with your purity ring resting on his chest.

Heeseung stares at the ring on his palm with a rueful smile touching his lips. “A year ago, I bought this ring during the dark period of your life in the hopes of reconciling with you, and I waited so cowardly until after Jungwon told me that they told you the entire truth,” He divulges to you as the rawness of regret and pain in his eyes springs tears in your waterline. “But I was too late by then because you left, and I’ve never hated myself more from then onwards.”

“And you didn’t throw it away, even when you thought you wouldn’t find me,” You utter softly as you look down at the ring with glassy eyes. It is the little things that make your heart ache tremendously, and yet it is a good ache that coupled with the flutters. You return your gaze to him, causing his heart to beat in a familiar cadence at the transparency of love in your beautiful eyes.

“I could never throw away anything that reminds me of you,” He tells you honestly, wearing a soft smile that melts you on the inside all over. “Turn around, my love.” 

You comply and remove the jacket from your body before turning around as you grab your hair in a makeshift ponytail to provide him assistance. Your heart pounds harder against your chest at the heat radiating his body from behind you as he stands closely before he proceeds to clasp the necklace around your neck with the cold platinum ring resting on your chest.

Shivers run down your spine as he places a tender kiss on your bare shoulder with his hands on your waist. “Do you like it?” He asks softly, his voice sounding slightly huskier and deeper with a discernible sensuality that intensifies the butterflies in your tummy.

“I love it,” You emphasise in appreciation as you hold the ring with your fingers to examine the details of the ring, only to feel your heart soaring as you spot letters engraved on the ring. My only love - H “I truly love it. I love everything, including you. Thank you, Hee,” Your voice barely above a whisper, but he catches the earnest gratitude in your tone.

With his hands on your hips, he turns you around and examines every nuance in your delicate countenance with the deepest affection. “No, beloved. I should be the one thanking you. Thank you for existing in the same lifetime as me,” He says with solemnity as he grabs your chin gently before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. “I can’t imagine my life without my beautiful love.” 

You can’t resist yourself from latching your arms around him, your body trembling from both the cold and the onslaught of emotions as you bury your face into his chest despite his top still drenched. He releases breathy yet endearing chuckles as he reciprocates your hug wholeheartedly. His embrace feels warm and provides you with a protective layer against the cold breeze.

Comfortable silence cocoons you as you seek solace in each other’s embrace, savouring for a little longer while you listen to his heart beating rapidly that consonance with yours, creating a silent yet discernible symphony of your feelings towards one another.

You slowly pull away from the hug, but your arms remain locked around him as you tilt your head up to meet his tender eyes. “Kiss me, Hee,” You plead in a soft command, earning you a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.

Without a word, Heeseung dips his head down and kisses you squarely on the lips while his arms loosen around your waist for his hands to journey to your hips. His touch feels sensual and possessive, in complete par with the way he kisses you that has your arousal stirring in the heat of your core.

The tension is palpable while the closeness feels electrifying, with your hands feeling up his body from his lower abdomen to his toned chest, appreciating that his drenched top allows you to feel his muscles distinctly beneath your touch. The pace of the kiss eventually turns into a fusion of fervent passion and need as he seeks you hungrily, borderline ravenous, electrifying the heated tension that clings hotly onto your bodies.

Without breaking the passionate lip lock, Heeseung slowly backs you up with his hands on your hips, confidently guiding you until you feel the pillar come into contact with your back. Sensing that you need to gasp for air, his tongue licks at the seams of your lips, prodding into your entrance gently yet firm with urgency and prompting you to welcome him as you part open your lips.

The warmth of his tongue meets yours in a practised, sensual tango he initiates, intensifying the heat that courses through every fibre of your being while his grip on your hips tightens, getting drunk on your taste and warmth that he had missed. His tongue glides across the inner of your bottom lip before sinking his teeth gently into the plumpness and tugging at it.

A needy whimper emerges from the back of your throat as he pulls at it tantalisingly while the corner of his lips curve into a smirk before releasing it, only to capture your lips into a searing kiss. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, you have no idea,” Heeseung growls against your lips, sending you shivers to your heated body. 

Just when you think he decides to show leniency as he pulls away from the kiss, he dips his head down and kisses your bare shoulder wetly before trailing a scorching path all the way to your neck, eliciting a gasp from you at the pleasurable sensation of his lips alone on your skin. “I’ve missed you too, Hee.” You utter breathlessly as you fiddle with the back of his hair, tilting your neck to a perfect angle for him to decorate your skin with his mark.

Getting lost in the depths of this heated tension, you are too focused on his lips and teeth working in tandem to leave his mark on your skin to feel his fingers moving underneath your dress to hook them around your underwear. He places a wet kiss on your skin that now bears a fresh hickey before deftly pulling down your underwear as it falls to your ankles.

You gasp softly, finally gaining awareness of what is to happen. You feel the padding of his fingers strumming on your clit, sending you a faint, jolting pleasure through your body, but the risk of anyone witnessing your tryst out in the open latches to your rationality. “W-Wait─”

“Relax, love. No one's gonna stumble upon us, I promise you,” He assures you, his voice a little rough from the primal lust infusing in the heat of his veins, and his dark eyes watch every nuance of your countenance as he begins to rub your clit, drawing indecisive circles and strokes, yet it is effectual to set the bundle of nerves aflame. His eyes darken dangerously as he sees the way you bite down your swollen lip, repressing the sweet noises he desires to hear. “Don’t do that, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”

His gentle command is uttered in such mellowness, but you heed the undercurrent of familiar vice that reminds you of the Heeseung in Seoul, who used to frighten you greatly, even though the present him looks more intimidating while his eyes darken with a voracious intensity that has you clenching your cunt at nothingness in anticipation.

At once, you release your inhibitions, moaning softly as he rubs your clit with skilful precision, and you feel your arousal clinging onto your walls as they leak down. “Hee, choke me,” You request earnestly, and he searches for your eyes only to see unadulterated feverish lust before he complies, his fingers curling around your neck with enough pressure to allow you to gasp for air. 

Feeling the loss of his fingers on your clit, you whine needily, only to be taken aback when he slides two fingers into your sopping cunt with the folds slick with your arousal. He feels the warmth of your slick wall lathering his fingers, aiding to the smoothness of him fucking you with his fingers at a steady pace.

“Seungie,” You gasp as soon as he applies more pressure with his firm grip on your neck, amplifying your pleasure while your hips begin to move in tandem with his pumping fingers.

“Feels good, pretty?” He asks huskily, his voice thickening with lust as he watches your face contorting into pleasure with your hooded-lust eyes in complete daze while sweet moans and gasps leave your swollen lips. A smirk touches his lips at how verbally unresponsive you are, completely fucked out just by his fingers. He leans in and nips at your bottom lip before ghosting his lips over yours and whispering huskily. “Yeah? Too fucked out to let Seungie know how good he is making you feel with his fingers?” 

Admittedly, you are, and he fucks you with his magical fingers just as sensational as when he fucks you with his cock. “Seungie,” You moan, struggling to maintain stability in your voice as his fingers delve rhythmically into your wet cunt with stringent purpose, coaxing something greater than pleasure out of you while your every sense heightens. “S-So good! N-Need you─”

Heeseung cuts you off as he seals you into a fiery kiss with his ravenous lips without relenting his vigorous fingers from pumping into your cunt that sounds obscenely wet in your ears. “I know you need me, pretty girl,” He mutters in between the exchange of your kisses, smirking when your velvety walls clench around him like crazy as he hits the particular thrust against your g-spot before repeating it relentlessly while circling your sensitive clit with his thumb. “I want you to let it go for me anytime,” He lulls, dragging his nose against your skin before pressing an affectionate kiss on your cheek, contradicting the way he pumps his fingers into you as he determinedly pushes you to the edge of ecstasy.

You can feel it as your legs tremble with an overwhelming sensation while the knot coiling in your tummy threatens to snap. Your hand latches on his bicep, feeling the muscles beneath your touch taut. “Seungie, I’m─” With a broken moan, the knot in your tummy snaps as you explode with a crescendo of pleasure, your release gushes out in an uncontrollable fluid.

Heeseung kisses you hard on the lips as he continues to finger you, prolonging your orgasm despite your body convulsing in his hold. “That’s my good girl,” He whispers against your lips, causing your heart to swell with pride at his praise. He finally shows leniency as he withdraws his fingers that are coated with your slick release. 

You take the moment to recover as he proceeds to unbuckle his leather belt, your eyes fluttering close with your head leaning against the wall behind you.The sensation of his fingers caressing your cheek affectionately prompts you to flutter your eyes open and meet his dark ones. “We’re not done yet, pretty,” He mutters, closing the gap between your bodies before slamming his lips on yours in a fiery kiss. 

You eagerly reciprocate, your hands haphazardly finding their way to the hold onto him for stability before circling your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. His hands travel down to your ass, giving the flesh a good squeeze before moving underneath your thighs and carrying you with your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, only for you to feel his cock pressing directly into your core as he pins you against the wall.

“You’re still shivering, my love,” He whispers against your lips as he feels your body quivering beneath his touch. His eyes meet yours, allowing you to catch a glimpse of familiar devilry coupling with his carnal lust for you while his lips twitch into a smirk. “Let me warm you up, yeah?”

Your breath hitches in anticipation as you watch him grab the base of his shaft to aim at your drenched entrance while his other hand remains supporting your uplifted body. With your slick arousal providing as a lubricant, he enters you with smooth ease, albeit your walls bear resistance despite being prepped by his fingers.

Heeseung is unrelenting, plunging into you until his whole girth occupies every space with your velvety walls clinging onto him like a desperate lover. With a ragged breath, he begins to move, slowly yet deliberately thrusting into you while you arch your back at the sheer fullness, and you swear you can feel your tummy bulging with each thrust he hits deeper.

Seeing your lips part open with soft sounds of your moan and whine leaving you, he captures them in an intoxicating kiss that sends you spiralling, messy, and fervent while his movements are deep and methodical, ensuring that his cock leaves none of your territory uncharted. Your arms drape loosely over his broad shoulder, feeling languid as he takes charge over your docile figure.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so perfect,” He purrs, completely enamoured by you as his darkened eyes drink in the sight of your angelic face contorting into ecstasy with your head tilted to the back, presenting your dainty neck that is tainted with his mark to him.

“S-Seungie,” You stutter as he latches his lips on your neck, kissing and biting on your skin to leave another mark of his to leave a testament of his claim over you. His once-slow, methodical thrusts transition into hard, vigorous thrusts that underscore his fervid passion, hitting your g-spot relentlessly as you roll your eyes to the back, lacking coherence with only the sound of your moans filling the air.

The fiery of your intertwined passion creates a sinful symphony of your skins slapping against each other as well as the squelching sound of your precums that reverberates throughout the gazebo and even beyond its vicinity. Finally satisfied with leaving another hickey next to the other, he pulls away from your neck to press a deep, languid kiss on your cheek, his unforgiving thrusts never faltering.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, so mine,” He growls out against your skin, sending you shivers down your body that entangle with the pleasure he gives you. He kisses you hard again, muttering harshly in between the fierce kiss, “Wanna love you every day and every night like this. Wanna fill you to the brim with my cum and make you pregnant.” 

Your walls clench around him the instant those words leave his mouth, eliciting a breathy chuckle from him that mingles with your breathy moan. “Yeah? You like the idea?” He rasps against your lips, his hips nearly stuttering as he feels the imminent release, his orgasm teetering at the precipice. “I’m gonna fill you up, pretty.”

Your legs lock around him tight, wanting to feel his cock deeply while the sensation amplifies the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your body, driving you to the new heights of ecstasy. “Seungie, I’m close,” You moan out, your walls quivering as you feel the inevitable imminent release of your orgasm before the final knot in your tummy erupts as you bathe him with your essence.

Heeseung unrelenting thrusts into you despite your uncontrollable fluids soaking him as you make a mess all over the now-spilled ground. Sinking his teeth into your bare shoulder, he delivers one profound thrust before the knot in his tummy unravels as the warmth of his semen fills you to the brim with his hips pressed into yours going stilled, ensuring none of his semen spill from your quivering pussy.

Your chest heaves up and down while your body feels spent from the exertion, despite him being the one in complete control. He buries his head in the nook of your neck, seeking a respite of comfort in your scent, prompting your fingers gently to rake through his hair while the other caresses his taut back muscles with your arms around him in an embrace, soothing him from the intensity moments before this. 

“I love you, Y/N,” He says softly, his voice sounding a little rough from the prior passionate love-making. He presses a chaste kiss on your skin before pulling away to look at you deeply in the eyes. “I love you so much. I never want you to leave me again,” His tone conveys a silent plea, and yet there is an undercurrent of danger that has implicit consequences if you ever do leave.

“I’m not leaving you again, I promise,” You reassure him softly, cradling the undersides of his jaw with your thumbs stroking his cheek. Your eyes roam around his chiselled features meaningfully, etching them into your memory again. You lean in to press a delicate kiss on his lips, eventually deepening the kiss that has his cock twitching in you. “I love you too, Lee Heeseung. I really do,” You whisper against his lips while tears spring to your closed-lidded eyes.

Heeseung feels as though he is at his peak of happiness now that you have finally returned to him for good, albeit you can never really escape from him or any of them even if you have second thoughts, owing to their depravity and intense possessiveness over you.

Not having enough of you, he manoeuvres you over to the couch, settling you on top of him with the intention of fucking you in a cowgirl position. In an instant, you begin to move your hips in a back-and-forth motion, moaning into the kiss at the delicious sensation of each ridge and vein on his cock dragging along your velvety walls.

A heady mix of lust, love, and sex is present in the air, intoxicating you as you desire for him to take you over and over again. “That’s it, pretty girl, ride me good just like that,” He rasps, his voice thickening with palpable lust as he offers assistance to thrust up into you, eliciting a moan from you at the instant hit of his cock to your g-spot. “Let’s love some more, yeah, beautiful?”

You kiss him feverishly in response, moaning as his thumb finds your clit to rub it with skilful precision that intensifies your building pleasure within you. Even when an hour has gone by while your body convulses beneath him with your sexes in a passionate union, you never want him to stop fucking you, taking you at every untouched part of the gazebo, wanting him to love you intensely just as your depravity desires him to intoxicate you like he once did.

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die for me (sjy)

WARNINGS: SMUT so mdni, kisses, oral (m receiving), blowjob, throat fucking, face fucking, cum eating, everything is consensual, cursing, proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!)

@trizdoniki req: “can you please do reader sucking jake off for the first time? he’s so afraid to come inside her mouth but due the sensitivity he's too lost on the feeling and just give up trying to push her head back”

genre: smut

pairing: bf!jake x afab!reader

wc: 1.2k

The room was quiet except for the low hum of the TV in the background, casting a dim, flickering light across the bed. You and Jake had been spending the evening together, your bodies naturally tangled under the blankets, limbs comfortably intertwined. His arm rested lazily around your waist, fingers tracing soft patterns against your skin. There was something different tonight, though—a tension that had been slowly building between you, each touch lingering a little longer, each glance carrying something more.

Jake’s hand slid from your waist to your thigh, his touch gentle but charged. You shifted slightly, turning to face him, and caught the way his eyes darkened as he looked down at you. The playful teasing you both so often engaged in had slipped away, leaving behind a quiet intensity that made your heart race.

“Are you alright?” Jake asked softly, his voice low and slightly hoarse. His gaze searched your face, but there was a hesitance in his expression.

You nodded, your breath catching slightly as you smiled up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

His hand on your thigh tightened slightly, and you could see the conflict in his eyes—the way his body seemed to want more, but his mind was holding back. “You sure? You’ve been quiet…” His tone was gentle, but there was an underlying tension in it, a question unspoken.

“I’m just… thinking,” you murmured, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his shirt. You could sense how hard he was trying to keep things calm, to hold back when every fiber of his being seemed to want to give in.

Jake’s breath hitched, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “About what?”

You bit your lip, feeling a surge of confidence as you let your hand wander lower, brushing the waistband of his jeans. “Maybe about how I want to take care of you tonight…”

Jake groaned softly, his head falling back against the pillow as his chest rose and fell more quickly. His hand gripped the sheets beside him, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep himself composed. “Y/n, you don’t have to—”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, silencing him before he could finish. “I want to,” you whispered, your voice firm, yet tender. “I want you to feel good.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, a low chuckle escaping him. The desire in his voice was palpable, thick and heavy as he spoke.

Without another word, you began kissing your way down his chest, your lips brushing over the hard lines of his body, feeling the way he trembled under your touch. His breath grew more ragged as you unbuttoned his jeans, slowly sliding them down his hips. His length was already straining against the fabric of his boxers, the heat radiating from him almost intoxicating.

“Y/n…” Jake’s voice was strained, filled with a mixture of desperation and restraint. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” you interrupted, smiling softly as you looked up at him. “But I want to.”

With that, you freed him from his boxers, wrapping your hand around his length, feeling him twitch at your touch. The reaction was instant—his body tensed, a deep groan escaping his lips as he tried to keep himself composed. You kissed the tip of him softly before taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you started slow, teasing him.

“Fuck…” Jake’s voice was hoarse, his hand flying to your hair as his hips jerked slightly, his body betraying him. “Y/n, that feels—fuck.”

You took him deeper, moving at your own pace, and his groans grew louder, his fingers tightening in your hair. The way he was losing control only spurred you on, wanting to see just how far you could push him. You hollowed your cheeks, sliding him further into your mouth, and that was when Jake’s body took over.

Without warning, his hips bucked, thrusting him deeper into your throat. You gagged slightly at the sudden movement, your eyes watering, but you didn’t pull away. The sensation had caught him off guard too—his eyes flew open, panic flashing across his face as he quickly tried to pull you back.

“Shit! I’m so sorry—fuck, I didn’t mean to do that,” Jake gasped, his voice laced with panic as his hand gently tugged at your hair, trying to ease you back. “Are you okay?”

You met his worried gaze, your eyes watery from the gag, but you gave him a small nod, signaling you were fine. Instead of pulling away, you pushed him deeper again, taking him as far as you could. Jake’s breath caught in his throat, his body going rigid as he let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Y/n… fuck, you’re…” His voice trailed off as he struggled to form words, his body trembling beneath you.

Despite his earlier attempts to hold back, Jake was losing control. The sensitivity was overwhelming, and every touch, every movement seemed to push him closer to the edge. His hips jerked forward again, this time more involuntarily, as the pleasure overtook him.

“I can’t—shit, I’m gonna come,” Jake groaned, his voice ragged and desperate as he gripped the sheets with one hand and your hair with the other. “Fuck, I can’t stop—”

His whole body tensed, his thighs trembling as he teetered on the edge. And then, with a broken, guttural moan, Jake came hard, spilling into your mouth. His hips jerked uncontrollably, pushing him deeper as you swallowed around him, taking everything he had to give. You could feel the pulse of his release, the warmth flooding your mouth as he let out a series of strained, breathless curses.

“Fuck… fuck, Y/n…” Jake’s voice was barely audible, his body trembling as he came down from the high. His hand slid from your hair, fingers weakly gripping the sheets as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—fuck.”

You wiped the corner of your mouth, crawling back up the bed to curl up beside him, resting your head on his chest. “You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin. “I wanted it.”

Jake let out a breathless chuckle, his arm wrapping around you as he pulled you close, his fingers brushing through your hair. “I didn’t mean to come like that… I just—fuck, you felt so good.” His chest was still rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to regain control, his body still buzzing from the intensity of it all.

You smiled against his chest, your heart swelling with affection as you traced soft patterns on his skin. “I’ll take care of you anytime.”

Jake let out a soft sigh, his hand continuing to stroke your hair gently as he kissed the top of your head. “You’re amazing,” he muttered, his voice filled with a lazy, contented warmth. “But next time… I’m returning the favor.”

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PAIRING: senior ! sunghoon × junior ! afab reader. . . SYNOPSIS: In the secluded history club room, your college senior, Sunghoon Park, corners you with a commanding presence. What starts as a playful confrontation quickly ignites into a heated, passionate encounter. With the cold stone wall as your backdrop, Sunghoon’s touch reveals his intense desire, transforming your nervousness into a thrilling experience. . . GENRE: smut, college au. . . WARNING(S): nsfw, smut, mdni, kisses, lack of aftercare, unprotected sex, semi public setting (?), size kink, uses of word ‘sunbae’ which basically means senior who you are close to, lack of verbal consent, little dirty talk, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything. . . WC: 1.6k. . . m.list : : enhypen mini series

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Little did you expect to find yourself entwined with an older guy, let alone your college senior. Park Sunghoon, his name whispered in your mind as he pinned you against the cold, stone wall of the history club room. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing you both in a private sanctuary.

His broad shoulders filled the space, his presence commanding yet gentle. One hand braced against the wall beside your head, fingers splayed wide, while the other traced patterns on your wrist, his touch light, almost tentative, belying the firm pressure of his hips against yours.

His gaze flicked between your eyes and your parted lips, his voice a low rumble, "You're not supposed to be here this late, are you?" His breath mingled with yours, warmth brushing against your face. You moistened your lips, hesitating before replying, "The library..."

"...was closed," you finished, your voice barely above a whisper. Sunghoon's eyes never left yours, his thumb tracing small circles on your wrist as he leaned in closer, his face hovering just inches from yours. "I see," he murmured, his breath fanning across your lips,

"Why so shy all of a sudden?" Sunghoon asked, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. The question was playful, but there was undeniable heat behind it. You glanced down at your hands, your heart hammering in your chest. "I... I wasn't..."

Sunghoon's index finger gently tilted your chin back up, his touch gentle yet insistent. "No?" he challenged softly, his face inches away. "Because I've noticed you staring at me before. And now, here we are, alone..."

"And you're nervous now," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why?" His hand left your chin and traced along your jaw, down your neck, and finally rested on your waist, his touch light, yet searing. You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "I..."

"Yes?" he prompted, his thumb tracing small circles on your waist. You could feel the warmth radiating from his touch, even through the layers of fabric separating your skin from his. "I... I've never done this before," you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sunghoon's expression softened, and he smiled gently, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Never done what before?" he asked, his voice warm and reassuring. You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Never... kissed someone," you confessed, your eyes dropping to his lips.

Before you knew it, Sunghoon's hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his breath on your lips, and your heart hammered in your chest. "Now is a perfect time to change that," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

His head inclined, and his lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss. His hand on your waist pulled you closer, your bodies aligning perfectly. He deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue, tasting you slowly, as if savoring your inexperience.

You clutched at his shoulders, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Your breath hitched, and you felt your knees grow weak. Sunghoon tightened his hold on you, his strong arms supporting you as he continued to kiss you passionately. "See,"

"it's not so hard, is it?" he murmured against your lips, breaking the kiss to gaze at you with a smile. You shook your head, still dazed from the kiss. "N-no," you stammered, your lips tingling and swollen from his attention.

Sunghoon chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath your hands. He leaned in and pressed a few more soft kisses on your lips before pulling away fully. "Good," he said, smirking at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

He stepped back, his hands falling away from you. You swayed a little, unsteady on your feet, your knees still weak from the intense kiss. Sunghoon reached out to steady you, his hand wrapping around your wrist once more. "Careful," he said, his voice laced with concern.

You steadied yourself, your gaze meeting his. "I'm alright," you assured him, your voice barely above a whisper. Sunghoon nodded, his hand falling away from your wrist. "Good," he repeated, his eyes holding yours captive.

"I've wanted this for a long time," Sunghoon growled, his lips crashing onto yours once more. His hands were everywhere, cupping your face, tangling in your hair, roving over your body.

You moaned against his mouth, your fingers clutching at his shoulders. He hoisted you up, your back pressing against the cold wall of the history club room. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his hardness against your core.

"Sunbae..." you gasped, breaking the kiss to bury your face in his neck. He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your skin. "Shh, baby. Not so loud," he whispered, his hands squeezing your thighs possessively.

He started moving, his hips grinding against yours in a slow, teasing rhythm. You whimpered, your nails digging into his back. "Please..." you begged, not even sure what you were asking for.

"Please what?" Sunghoon taunted, his voice low and sultry. He nuzzled your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to thrust against you. "Please... touch me..." you panted, your words barely coherent.

Sunghoon let out a guttural growl at your desperate plea. He reached between your bodies and unbuttoned your skirt, pushing it up around your waist. Your uniform socks were the only thing between your skin and the cold wall. "Fuck, you're so tiny,"

"Like a little doll," he murmured, his hands skimming over your hips and waist before gripping your thighs again. He spread your legs wider, his hips settling more firmly between them. You felt the cool air against your most intimate place, realizing that he had pushed your underwear aside.

Sunghoon's grip on your thighs tightened as he pinned you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his hardness pressing into you through the fabric of his uniform pants. “Call me Sunghoon.”

"Sunghoon...?" you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. He silenced you with a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he slowly began to unbuckle his belt. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breath hitching with anticipation.

Sunghoon's cock sprang free, already hard and straining towards you. He lifted your hips a little higher, positioning himself before slowly sliding inside of you. You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up, your body stretching to accommodate him.

You could feel every inch of him as he slowly pushed deeper. Your breath hitched in your throat, your fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. "Sunbae—Sunghoon..." you whimpered, burying your face in his neck. "You're so...big."

He groaned at your words, his hips beginning to move in slow, deep thrusts. You could feel him hitting every nerve ending inside of you, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. "God, you feel amazing," he gritted out between clenched teeth.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, punctuated by your soft whimpers and his guttural groans. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove harder into you, chasing his release.

"You're so tight," he hissed, his voice strained. His hands squeezed your bottom, spreading your cheeks wider to deepen his angle. "It's...it's so deep," you panted, clinging to his shoulders. He grinned wickedly, his eyes locked onto yours.

"And it only gets better," he promised. His pace quickened, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back, the sensation overwhelming. "Sunbae...I can't...it's too much," you stammered. He growled, nuzzling into your neck.

"Come for me, then," he commanded, his voice low and dominant. His hands slid to your thighs, tilting your hips to meet his hard, powerful thrusts. You whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the pressure inside you became unbearable. "Sunbae..."

"That's it, baby. Look at me and just... call me sunghoon," he encouraged, his voice hoarse. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze as he continued to pound into you. The combination of his words, his touch, and his unwavering eye contact was enough to push you over the edge.

His face contorted with pleasure, Sunghoon's grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh. His hips bucked forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside you. You felt the warmth spread, filling you up as he found his release, groaning loudly against your neck.

As he filled you with his warmth, your own body reacted, the pressure building to a breaking point. Your inner walls clenched around him, milking his cock for every drop as your own orgasm hit. You screamed into his shoulder, your vision blurring as your body shook with the intensity of your climax.

Sunghoon held you up, his arms the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the floor. He stayed buried inside you, his softening cock still twitching occasionally as he caught his breath. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, his cum trickling out of you and down your thigh.

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon asked, his voice a low rumble as he looked down at you. His thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that fell from the corner of your eye. He was concerned, the heat and passion from moments before replaced with tenderness.

"I'm...I'm fine," you whispered back, your voice hoarse from screaming. You unwrapped your legs from around his waist, slowly sliding down the wall until your feet touched the floor. Sunghoon kept an arm around you, steadying you until you found your footing.

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⌜Synopsis⌟ You didn't know when or how it started , you were a kind soul , you had your own circle of friends , so why were you being picked on? High school was literal hell for you , it was so bad that you had dropped out in your last year — you couldn't handle it anymore. Years later , the past torture you had experienced was affecting you in your adult years , you needed a therapist who'd help you. Luckily , you didn't had to wait for too long , someone was able to take you in almost immediately — it was almost as if he was waiting for you. ⌜Contains⌟ Dark fic, (MDNI), Therapist!Hee, recap of the bullying (contains sensitive themes such as : sexual harassment , physical attacks), past bullying/ trauma talk, Yandere!Hee, manipulation, very mentally unstable reader, obsessive behavior , toxic themes, smut (contains ; implied corruption kink, big dick Heeseung, biting, Dom!Heeseung, fingering, virgintiyloss) , love bombing, abuse of power, mentions of suicide/ implied suicide attempt, topics such as (; Depression , anxiety , mental breakdown ), Heeseung is very fucked in the head and a creep ⌜Wordcount⌟ 9k ⌜Vampies Note⌟ Reminder that this is all fiction and not a true representation of the member! Read at your own risk as it does contain sensitive topics, I'm not responsible for what you consume on the internet. Please only fuck with this FICTION wise , if you happen to get into a situation like that irl run , please run for the love of god. Again , this is all fiction. I do not want to see comments about how fucked up I made Heeseung. You're reading this at your own risk. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated 💗

"My name is Lee Heeseung , I'll be your therapist for now and take you under my wing"

Ah.. why did this all come to this point?

"It's nice to meet you Mr.Lee"

"Oh please, let's get comfortable. Just call me Heeseung. So , when did it all start?"

Right... it all started in High school.

If someone asked you back then during high school how you liked it , you'd say you loved it. You had your own little circle of friends , got average to good grades, never ran into any trouble and were just a good student overall. Well , that was until everything stopped and a new era started, as if a dark shadow consumed you and dragged you down to the pits of hell. It all started with a variety of students picking on you — at first , it were silly compliments or words , at least that's how you viewed them until it dawned down on you that they were mocking you. They were mocking you and your appearance— "pretty little bow you have there in your hair, it makes you look soo innocent" , "oh what a nice color you painted your nails", "maybe if I'd wear my skirt as short as you did ,I'd also get good grades".

It didn't affect you back then , you'd just brush it off and keep to your friends. That's when the rumors started — "no wonder you get good grades , you're sleeping with the teachers!", "Oh , don't deny it. We saw you fixing your skirt when you left the teacher's room", rumors started going around that you were allegedly sleeping around with a teacher. The same Teacher got fired after a couple weeks but not because of you , he was in fact sleeping with female students , but not with you. You should've been happy that he got fired , but it sent a complete backlash towards you. Everyone believed the rumors that you were sleeping with the teacher , that you were the reason he got fired — but why you? You didn't do anything , what about the female students that actually slept with him? Why weren't they getting any backlash although they were the ones who seduced and slept with him for better grades?

Your friends started to distance themselves from you as the rumors kept piling up — "(Y/n) is a slut! She sleeps with teachers to get better grades!", "On your way to blow another teacher? Why don't you blow me instead?", "I bet you enjoy sucking cock , why don't you drop out of school and be a hooker?". You were slut shamed over rumors that weren't even true , but you were relieved that it was only verbal, key word were. It didn't take long for it to turn physical.

Girls were ganging up on you in the schools bathroom or locker rooms, they'd pull on your hair and kick you until you were curled up and sobbing on the floor. They'd grab your face and smear it across the mirror to ruin your make up whenever you decided to make yourself look pretty. "Even make up wouldn't help a face like yours". They'd snap pictures of your crying face and leave the bathroom while giggling amongst each other. Boys would dump water over you and say things like "Let's see what color of a bra you're wearing today", before snapping pictures of your soaked body — the white uniform shirt getting see through due to the water. They'd sit behind you and write things on the back of your uniform , such as : " 5 bucks and I'll suck your cock!" "I'm a sexy whore" "I like to get fucked anal".

Something that was once a place where you'd be happy to see your friends and spend your lunchbreaks with , turned into a place you'd wish to avoid. It all stopped when you didn't come to school anymore , having reached your breaking point and found yourself standing by a bridge , ready to jump any moment but a wrinkly hand stopped you. It was a sweet little grandma who hastily tried to stop you , what was such a sweet old lady doing here during the night? That was all you could ask yourself as you let her pull your weak body down from the railings. Maybe she was the Angel you've been asking for so long? You just wanted help , you just wanted to get out and work on yourself but you didn't had the support you need — with no friends and your parents living far away , you had no one , you were alone and all by yourself. It was as if heaven sent her to find you , to pull you out of that dark hole that had consumed you. She took you in and treated you as if you were her own daughter , she helped you drop out of school and did everything in her power to help build you back up.

But what were her motives? Simple : She lost her own daughter. Her daughter took her own life because of how deeply depressed she was , she couldn't handle it anymore. The old lady regretted not checking up on her as often , she regretted not being able to save her. The night she found you was the same date her daughter died , she came to the city to visit the graveyard her daughter was buried in during night time. She regretted not being able to save her own daughter , but she could save someone else's life.

Heeseung hummed to himself as he wrote every important detail down on the piece of paper clipped to his clipboard , his pen tapping against it as he finished writing — his glasses hanging low on he bridge of his nose until he pushed the frame up , his eyes shifting to look at you with a sympathetic look. "Must've been a very hard time for you , I'm happy to hear that your guardian saved you. How do you feel when you think back to High school? Any good memory or any particular memory that stuck with you until now?", you thought about his question , staying quiet as you pondered while looking down at your lap. You couldn't remember anything , it was as if there was a black hole in your head, a black hole that consumed every single memory you had starting when you entered the stage of puberty until now. The only memories you remembered where after high school , but there were some memory fragments that you could still remember from High school.

"Not really... more like fragments of memories , just single pieces but no complete memory", you mumbled as you kept your head hung low. You could hear the way his ballpoint pen danced across the piece of paper as he noted that down before his cushion seat made a small squeaking sound. "Don't keep your pretty head hung so low , I'm here to help you and get better. We'll start with looking at others while talking", he held his clipboard underneath your chin , tilting your chin up so he could see your face. His dark bangs fell over his eyes as he looked down to you with a encouraging smile. "That's it , you have such a pretty face. You don't need to hide it", with that , he removed his clipboard from under your chin and walked over to one of the medical cabinets, opening the glass door and reaching to grab the sphygmomanometer. You couldn't help but feel flattered by his words , no guy has ever complimented you but...wasn't this ... unprofessional?

"We're going to check your blood pressure now, roll your sleeves up for me", He sat back down next to you ,putting on some gloves before disinfecting the device while you rolled the sleeve of your pullover up to your shoulder. "Good girl", he smiled , wrapping the cuff around your upper arm and tightening it before pumping it with air , his hand squeezing the rubber bulb, his eyes focused on the manometer to make sure he doesn't pump it too full. Once again , you questioned if him calling you a good girl was unprofessional but even if it was — you weren't complaining , his praise and compliments made you feel a bit better about yourself. Once he checked your blood pressure , he removed the cuff and rolled your sleeve down for your , his touch lingering on your wrist before he got up to put the sphygmomanometer back in place.

"Your blood pressure is fine and seems to be alright. Now , let's get really started. I want to know how you used to be and how you are now. Do you still have the same interests , what are your thoughts when you think about the future, would you like to continue your academics , how do you feel when you're outside alone and all that. Take your time with answering ,our session will last for one and a half hour", with that , he sat back down on his armrest chair and put his sand hourglass upside down. Future ? You hated thinking about your future , back then , you loved it — you had already pictured working your dream job, have a family and live in a big house , maybe a family dog or cat but now..? You only saw black. Every singly future dream you had having been discarded , you didn't think you'd live for so long — with that in mind , you stopped thinking about your future.

You wouldn't be able to get your dream job considering you dropped out of high school and didn't get a diploma. Even if you would have graduated and gotten one — with how much your grades dropped , you wouldn't have been able to attend the college you wanted to go to. Your future was just complete darkness for you, there was nothing you could see , like a void in your head.

"I don't ... have any view regarding my future. I used to enjoy hanging out with my friends but... I don't have any now. I used to really like going outside and just take a walk but I also don't do that anymore. My interests.... they did change , yes. I mostly just spend my time with grandma. We live in the village so I help her with her gardening or other chores she has. I love spending time with her..", his eyes kept looking at you before he nodded and noted everything down again , a small sigh coming from him when he took note of how you looked back down on your lap. "Eyes up here pretty girl, that's it , such a good obedient girl", he smiled in satisfaction as you followed his soft demand , why does he keep praising you so much..?

"How about your academics? It says that you have dropped out in your last year of High school ,that means that you don't have a diploma and that you didn't graduate. Listen , you don't need to be ashamed. It's understandable why you have dropped out and you did it to keep yourself save. You were being such a strong girl for holding on for so long , you can and should be proud of yourself", his words spread a comforting warmth across your chest , his words were like a warm hug to your heart — were you finally being understood by someone that wasn't your sweet old guardian?

"I would like to continue my academics but ... isn't it too late for that now? Besides... I don't think that I'm ready for it yet", Heeseung shook his head upon hearing your words , placing his clipboard down on his lap before he pushed his glasses up.

"Don't think like that , it's never too late. You can take all the time you'll need until you feel like you're ready to continue your academics. There are multiple options for you to continue your academics. There are specific schools for people who don't have a diploma for a variety of reasons , you're not alone but it's something you can only accomplish because you really want to . I'll help you with it. (Y/n) , I'm not only your therapist to help you with your issues but you can see me as a social companion. I took you under my wing to help you with your issues and to help you with getting back on track. You can always call me or text me when you need help. When you're having a break down , you can call me and we can make a emergency therapy session. When you need help , I'm only a text or call away", you nodded a little with a small smile , he was so kind to you.

He was genuinely trying to help you , not like other therapists you had test sessions with — they only cared about getting their money , not about you or your issues. But Heeseung ... he was so different, as if he knew how you felt.

The session continued until the sand hourglass had run out. "Alright , so we'll have our therapy session once or twice a week, whatever works better for you. If it only works once a week or if you don't feel the need for two sessions a week , we'll have our therapy session every Tuesday at the same time as today. If it works twice a week for you , it'll be on every Tuesday and Thursday. You can always cancel the therapy sessions if you have an appointment on the days or if you're sick , just inform me at least a day prior. This is my business card , my number and email address is on it . Like I said , if you need a emergency session , call me immediately. If you need to cancel a session , text or call me at least one day prior the session", the two of you got up as he lead you to the door , stopping in front of it with his one hand on the door handle while the other held out a small card towards you — you took it and put it into your wallet with a small nod.

He gave you a small smile and opened the door for you, his other hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you out. "I'll see you next time then, don't be too hard on yourself".

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello?", the line finally picked up after what seemed like forever — yet you didn't say anything. "Hello..? (Y/n)..?", the voice called out again , his voice gruff and husky — how were you supposed to explain to him why you had called him at 2am in the morning..? You chewed your bottom lip nervously to fight back the little sobs that were threatening to come out, you felt helpless. Everything was okay until your past bullies had found your socials and were sending messages with attached images of the house you lived in together with your "Grandma", they have found you again after years — it felt as if your memories were coming back just to haunt you, oh how you wished that you hadn't looked at your phone after waking up in the middle of the night. You wanted to say something but you could only let out a shaky breath as you tried to calm yourself down , you could hear his bedsheets rustling on the other line as he presumably sat up.

"(Y/n)? Are you crying? Come on , be a good girl and take some nice deep breathes for me , okay?", his voice was dripping with honey as he spoke softly to you , guiding and easing you into calming yourself down — well , as calm as you could be. "H-Heeseung they—", your voice cracked a little as you tried to speak , hearing the way he let a small hum out. "Yes? They? Who are 'they' and what is with them? Tell me , sweetheart", Heeseung encouraged while he reached for a bottle of water so his voice wouldn't sound so rough anymore. You let out another shaky breath. "They found me Heeseung... t-they know where I am and have m-messaged me on my socials. My p-past bullies", you swallowed your spit before you continued to talk. "I-I don't know what to do , I'm scared that they'll d-do something again..", your voice was shaking , your eyes focused on peeking out of your window as the feeling of paranoia creeped over you — what if they were still there? What if they were outside of your house right this moment even if it was so late already?

"I'd offer an emergency session but... the building is currently under construction", Heeseung sighed softly before a couple seconds of silence followed. "Listen Sweetheart , you don't have to do this , I'm offering this to you as your therapist. Normally , I wouldn't do that but I don't trust you being all on your own right now. How about I pick you up and we'll have said emergency session at my house , how does that sound sweetheart?", you paused as you heard his words , needing a second to register what he said. Was this even allowed? Wouldn't that put him in risk of losing his job if anyone found out? Is that even professional...? Well.. he does have to help you , doesn't he?

"Isn't that ... unprofessional..?", he let out a strained chuckle at your question. "Well , yes it would be but I'd rather put my job at risk than have anything happen to you sweetheart. Do you trust me?", did you trust him...? Of course you did , all he's been doing was helping you , earning your trust and making you feel wanted and validated.

"Yes Heeseung... I do", you couldn't see the way his lips curled up in a smirk , satisfied with the reply he got. "Good girl... I'll keep you safe. Be a sweetheart and pack a bag for me, m'okay? Considering that they have found your current location , anything could happen to you, we wouldn't want that , right? Pack enough essentials and clothes that would last days", his words confused you , why would you need to pack a bag? "I'm not going to do anything against your will , this is for your safety. Now that everyone has grown up, they could do far worse than they did in high school. This is going to be a special treatment , a more intense treatment. You'll stay with me until it's safe for you again", you contemplated as you heard him continue to speak. Was this even right? But , even if it wasn't , he just wanted to help you, right?

"Okay... I'll pack my bag", his smirk only grew on his face , this is exactly what he wanted. "Good girl , I'll be there in 20 minutes. Take your time , I can wait in the car. No need to rush", with that , he hung up. Was this really happening? Would you really live with your therapist now? But... you felt save with that option. He was always so caring in each session the two of you had and with how paranoid you were about your bullies , you weren't able to even think twice about it. But what about your grandma? You'd just send her a text in the morning to notify her that you were given a more controlled and special treatment without giving out any details, this was putting his job on the line after all.

Time flew as you packed a medium sized bag with your clothes and essentials , looking up from your things as you heard a car parking in front of your house — Heeseung was here. You couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over you, he was like your knight in shining armor .... well , more like , guy in baggy clothes sitting in his bmw — still your knight regardless, oh what would you be without him. Luckily , he didn't need to wait for too long — you were quick with packing your bag up

"You've been crying a lot , haven't you? It's okay , I'm here now , I'll keep you safe", Heeseung reassured as you opened the passenger door and sat down on the passenger seat , a mix of shame and embarrassment washing over your face as you looked down at your lap. You felt ashamed that you were so scared that he decided to take you in for your own safety , ashamed that you had woken him up in the middle of the night just because you needed him , embarrassed that this was really happening and embarrassed that you weren't able to handle it alone.

"Oh don't have that expression on your face", his hand came into your view as he placed it on your knee , giving it a gentle rub. "I told you that you can rely on me , you can trust me. I'm your therapist after all", he assured before he removed his hand from your knee , moving it up to your chin before lifting your head up — his thumb gently gliding against your skin. "You look so pretty when you cry... a shame that those tears are for them. The only tears you should cry should be out of happiness", with that , he handed you a tissue and moved his hand to the gear , shifting out of parking and shifting into the right gear before he drove off.

The ride was silent , but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. The further you got away from your house , the more at ease you felt. He had the music turned on a low volume , the songs in his playlist serving as a background noise — you couldn't help but sing along in your head as the song "we belong together" by Ritchie Valens played , enjoying the way Heeseung was humming quietly as well.

You wondered how in the world he managed to get to you in just 20 minutes , maybe he just drove fast? It took the two of you 40 minutes to reach his house — you felt a little surprised upon seeing where he lived. He didn't leave in the city or anywhere with a lot of people, he lived near a forest. Maybe he just didn't like the city? Maybe he liked to keep to himself. "Surprised?", Heeseung asked as he stood next to you , his hand reaching for the handles of your bag — his fingers brushing against yours , sending a jolt of electricity through your fingers.

"I— Well , I didn't think you'd live so far away from the city and more hidden from the public..", you mumbled as you looked at his house — it was big and modern looking , it probably just got build months ago. "What can I say? I like to keep private. The city is too busy for me , plus , the house I live in used to be my grandparents house. I got it re built since it had many issues due to how old it was ,so why not just make it a modern looking one?", he chuckled under his breath while he closed his car before motioning his head for you to follow him as he headed towards the front door. You looked around for another second before following him.

The house didn't only look modern from the outside , but from the inside as well. The smell of new house was still lingering , but it wasn't very strong. "I'm sorry for the smell , it's been months but the smell hasn't gotten out for some reason. The amount of room scents I have bought to cover the smell is ridiculous", Heeseung huffed a little while he took his shoes off , waiting for you to do the same before he lead you upstairs. "You can stay in this room for the meantime , I hope it has everything you need in case you forgot... any essentials", he seemed almost shy and embarrassed as he said that while he placed your bag down in the room.

The room looked ...weirdly prepared. It was very feminine looking , not too much but enough to show that it was intended to be a room for a girl. It was medium sized with a connected bathroom. "I already changed the bedsheets for you so you don't need to do that. This used to be my sisters bedroom in case she visited that it's a guest room now. If you need anything , my room is right opposite of yours. Make yourself at home", so that used to be his sister's room? Well , that explains it then. "Alright.. okay", you nodded your head while you still looked around the room for a little before he spoke up. "Are you hungry? Maybe eating something warm will make you fall asleep easier sweetheart. How about that , you'll unpack and get settled in. Maybe even take a nice little shower and I'll make us something, how does that sound Princess?", his generosity made you feel better , he was so kind to you. A warm feeling was spreading through your chest once again.

"That sounds nice ... Thank you Heeseung", you looked up to him and gave him a soft smile , a smile of his own spreading on his face — too bad that you missed the way something was hiding behind his smile. "Anything for you sweetheart. Oh and before I forget it , do not go into the basement. The stairs are unstable and I wouldn't want you to get hurt. And it's more of my personal office , I keep documents of other patients in there so you can't go into it due to privacy reasons", he informed you before he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him to let you get settled in.

You hummed to yourself as you once again gave the room a complete look over before you started to unpack your things , realizing what he meant with "forgetting any essentials" upon entering the bathroom — he really was caring. He stocked one of the drawers up with feminine products in case you'd get or have your period during your stay , a comforting warmth spreading through your body again before you set your clothes down on the sink counter and started to undress, ready to take a nice shower.

A proud smirk was on his face as he walked downstairs to the kitchen while humming to himself — he finally got you were he wanted you to be , in his trap. You fell into his trap and he would do anything to make his plan work , his plan? To make you his — a plan he has been working on for years and he would do anything to make it work.

It's as if it was yesterday when it all started , when he started to fall for you back in High school . Oh if only you had noticed him , it wouldn't have to be this way then. He fell in love with you the moment he saw you in school, a memory he held so dearly. You were behind the school , feeding a pregnant stray cat that would always linger around the school — hoping to dive into the dumpster and get something edible whenever the cafeteria threw the leftovers away. He started to grow obsessed and would stalk you everyday , following your shadows and observing you. He knew your routine , he knew your friends , he knew where you lived , he knew all your socials, he even found the company your parents worked at in a different country — he knew everything about you in only the span of a week.

He tried everything to get your attention , yet he has never been noticed.

His obsession and feelings for you only grew the more time had passed , he needed to have you , he needed to have you all to himself. You were easy to manipulate , so vulnerable and easy to break and mold — that was when his plan was put into action. It all started with him spreading rumors on anonymous accounts to the popular students with attached images that would support the rumors , knowing they would spread like a wild fire once the popular students would get their hands on them. But that wasn't enough , you were mentally too strong to let it get to you. That's when the bullying started. He'd anonymously pay a variety of students to bully you, specifically the bullies from your school. They didn't need an actual reason to bully anyone , they just did it for fun — but given the rumors spread about you , it made it all too easy for them to bully you.

He knew he finally succeeded the first step of his plan when you dropped out of school — that's when he found out that you were taken in by a old lady. That may have been a little obstacle in his plan , but it worked out for him. Now the next step was set into action. What was his next step? He studied hard in school and in college to get to the point where he was now , to be your therapist. He moved away from where he originally lived to be closer to you , he brought the old house of his grandparents back to life and designed one of the rooms to be your room.

It wasn't his sister's room , he didn't even have one nor did the room serve as a guest room , this was a room specifically designed for you. He knew he was going to have you at some point , he just knew it. His stalking never stopped , you just never noticed him. He knew every single step you took and once he heard that you needed therapy , he jumped at the opportunity. Without your knowledge, he had talked to your grandma and slipped her his business card while he was in disguise — everything was going according to plan.

He had to control his facial expression when he heard your voice on the other line , explaining that your grandma recommended him to you and if he was available for a new patient. Of course he was , every single patient he had beforehand was given to another therapist so he could always be there for you and you only. He was a dedicated man.

The fact that the bullies came back worked in his favor and for once , he didn't had anything to do with it. They found you on your own. There was so thing such as special treatment, it was a lie. This was just for him to have you to himself. He completely manipulated you and was working in molding you , which was working. You were so vulnerable , so broken and so insecure with such a negative mindset — it was almost too easy for him.

He was going to make you his , no matter what. You were already so dependent of him , you were already trusting him so much — it will be so easy to continue with his plan.

Heeseung could only smile successfully as he started to prep the meal , he just needed to make you fall for him now , but unbeknownst to him — you already were.

"It tastes really good! I didn't know you were such a good cook", you complimented his cooking as all the different flavors melted on your tongue — it may be a simple dish but anything home cooked tasted good. He could only chuckle from next to you as his eyes shifted to glance at you , watching the way you eating so happily. God did you look so cute. "You're such a messy girl", he took note of the sauce that was on the corner of your lips , shaking his head a little whenever you missed the spot with your tongue before he reached his hand out — his thumb swiping along the corner of your lips to removed the sauce before he licked it off of his thumb. Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks as he held eye contact with you as he licked it away, his gaze was so intense , almost piercing through you.

You could only curl your lips up in a tight lipped smile , feeling a little embarrassed and flustered from what just happened as you continued to eat. Heeseung leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed over his chest as he studied , moving one of his hands to your damp hair. "Let's dry your hair after you have finished eating Sweetheart, we wouldn't want you to catch a cold now ,do we?", he mumbled softly as he rubbed strands of hair between his fingers , his eyes shifting from your hair to your eyes — there was something in his eyes that you couldn't read. "Yeah , we don't want that..", you repeated his words softly whilst nodding to yourself. He could only smile in return , a smile of satisfaction.

Once you were done eating , you cleaned the dishes despite Heeseung saying that he could do it himself — you were basically living at his house for free now for that special treatment , this was the least you could do. "You're being such a good girl...", Heeseung praised as you sat down between his legs on the ground while he sat on the couch , having insisted that he would blow dry your hair. "How..?", you asked in return as you heard heard him plugging the blow dryer in. "You're listening well to me , you're so obedient for me. You even cleaned the dishes even though I said you wouldn't need to do it , you're so well behaved..", he mumbled as he placed his hands on your shoulders , giving them a gentle yet firm squeeze before he pulled you closer to him.

Your eyes closed as he turned the blow dryer on and gently brushed through your hair as he blew the warm air onto your damp hair , it all felt so soothing to you. Having someone taking care of you like that , being so gentle and kind to you , helping you with your tasks — it all made you feel so loved. You were in denial when you realized that you were starting to catch feelings for him — maybe you just felt that way because he was so caring to you? You tried to suppress your feelings for him, knowing that it could put his job at risk but he was already doing so by bringing you to his house to take proper care of you.

You felt so at ease , so comfortable with him — you trusted him with your life. The feeling of his fingers gently running through your hair combined with the warm air coming from the blow dryer was making you sleepy , your head lulling to the side until it leaned against his leg right next to your head. He only smiled to himself as he noticed that before he turned the blow dryer off once your hair was dry , shaking your shoulder gently. "Come on, let's get you to bed sweet girl", you could only let out a sleepy hum as you slowly got up from the ground , rubbing your eyes that were threatening to close any moment before they shot open in surprise — his arms were circled around you as he swooped you up in his arms.

"It's okay , I got you", with that , he made his way upstairs to the room you were staying in. He gently kicked the door open with his foot and laid you down on the bed , making sure you were laying comfortable before tucking you in — but as he was about to leave , your hand held onto the sleeve of his sweater. "Thank you ...Heeseung", he only smiled at your sleepy words and patted your head gently. "Don't mention it. Sleep well , sweetheart", with that , he lifted your hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand before taking his leave , quietly closing the door behind him.

You were sleeping peacefully for once , blissfully unaware of what he was doing.

The lights were dim in the basement , the only bright source of light being his computer. The basement had a corkboard on the wall — a corkboard full with pictures he had taking of you over the years with red hearts drawn on them. There were no patient documents in the basement , there were only pictures of you. There was a shrine of trinkets he has collected from you that he had stolen — keychains , earrings , pieces of paper you drew on during lessons, pictures of you and your friends. The faces of your friends were scratched out and covered with a cut out picture of his own face. The basement was dedicated to you.

He covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at the screen of his computer , watching the recorded footage of you showering. Oh how unknowing you were of the cameras he had put up around his house — he already planned everything out for your stay here. He should feel bad , any normal person would , but he wasn't normal. He was sick in the head , there was no denying that , he found pleasure in watching you shower.

His right hand was furiously stroking his leaking cock as his eyes were focused on the way your hands were caressing your naked body , your hands soaping up your pretty tits — the sight had him biting back a loud moan. He was already so close , so fucking close. He felt as if he was going to put any moment — and he did once your pretty pussy came into his view. Ropes of cum came spurting out of the slit of his cock , landing on his hand and on the surface of his desk. Oh how he wished he could just fill your pretty pussy up , make you pregnant and stay with him together forever — he was going to get there at some point , he was sure of it , but he wouldn't do anything without your consent. Sure , he was fucked up for everything he did , but he was still a gentleman somewhere. He just made you do everything on your own , he never once forced anything on you — this was all on your own will.

How did it come to this? You don't remember anymore. One second , you were crying in your sleep and apparently screaming , waking up to Heeseung's worried face as he shook you awake — and the next second , his lips were on yours.

It's already been over a week since you've stayed with him and you couldn't live any better than that. He took care of you, helped you whenever you had a mental breakdown, fed you , bought things for you whenever you needed something because he didn't think it was safe for you to go out yet. This was the special treatment after all, a more intense one that had you isolated in his house. But you didn't feel isolated at all. You were allowed to move around freely inside the house ,except for the basement , you were allowed to go outside as long as you stayed on his property — that being the pretty garden you had. Sure , some people may feel isolated but you didn't , this was pure heaven for you.

You didn't had to communicate with strangers, you didn't had to challenge yourself to go outside and buy things, you didn't had to worry about your bullies finding you again — you felt safe and free , he took care of everything for you.

Just like now , he was taking care of you. "Do you want me to distract you?", you nodded your head at his question as you could only let out a quiet sniffle , leaning into his touch as he caressed your cheek. "Words , sweetheart , give me words", the mattress of your bed dipped as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes Heeseung... please distract me ..", oh he was so close to what he wanted, so so close. "Alright , I'll take care of you sweetheart , I got you. If I do anything you don't like , tell me and I'll stop", what did he mean with that?

His thumb gently wiped your tears away. "Can I kiss you?", at this point , you didn't even care if this was crossing the line of him being your therapist — you wanted it. You fell asleep at night thinking about kissing him , but you never did because he was your therapist after all. You didn't care anymore, you wanted him , you wanted him to kiss you , to distract you and take your pain away. "Yes please... please kiss me Heeseung", your words made his heart explode with excitement , he was getting so close to his goal and he knew by now that you had fallen for him. Everything that was going to happen now was because you wanted it — sure , he may have manipulated your mind but everything was working out for him, not only for him but for you as well.

He moved himself to hover above you , his arms resting on each side of your head before he slowly leaned in — he was going to savor this moment , the moment he was going to claim you as his. His nose brushed against yours as he just took the sight he had in — your teary eyes looking up to him so so innocently before they closed as his lips barely brushed against yours , your eyelashes resting on the apple of your cheeks, waiting for him to finally kiss you. His lips were soft against yours as he finally pressed them against yours , guiding your lips in a soft kiss. He knew that you have never kissed somebody , even if you did , he would just kiss you so hard that you won't even remember and erase any trace of them even if it was years ago.

A tingling feeling spread through your lips as his touched yours , your fingers holding onto your blanket as you didn't know what to do with your hands. Should you touch him? Where should you place your hands? So you just opted to holding onto your blanket. His kiss was slow and gently with a hint of possessiveness — his lips chasing yours whenever you pulled away for a quick breather.

He was taking such good care of you.

His right hand was moving to cup your face , tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss as he poked his tongue out — the wet tip of his tongue tapping against your bottom lip, his blood pumping as you let out a soft sigh and parted your lips. God you tasted so sweet , must be the sweet tea he had given you to calm you down a bit. His grip on your face got a bit firmer as his tongue explored your mouth , tasting every single inch while his tongue glided against yours. Your fingers gripped your blanket tighter before you released your grip , your touch burning his skin as your hands glided along his back up to his nape. He couldn't stop the shaky breath he let out.

He broke the kiss and pulled away , pecking your lips as your lips chased his before he sat up — a thin string of saliva snapping off your lips. "Can I touch you? Take your mind away and make you think f other things?", his breathing was a bit ragged as he spoke , clearly worked up from the kiss. The fact that he was getting so worked up from just kissing you set a burning heat free inside your body , making you feel weird in the pit of your stomach.

"Yes, please — Touch me Heeseung", oh how he dreamed about hearing those words. "Yeah? Where can I touch you sweetheart?", he asked as he pulled the blanket to the side , the cool hair against your hot skin making you shiver a little. "Can I touch you here..? and here...? Where do you want me to touch you..?", he dragged his finger from your chest down to your stomach before moving his hands to grab onto your hips as he got himself comfortable between your legs.

You wanted him , you wanted and needed him so badly but you were too shy to say specifically where you wanted him to touch you. "Everywhere..."

"Everywhere? Even here..?", Heeseung mumbled , his voice a bit more rough as he lifted his right hand up and tapped against your clothed cunt with his finger — making you squirm underneath him. "Yes... please but Heeseung...", your mumbled words made him perk up , resting his hand back on your hip as he waited for you to continue speaking.

"I've never...", your voice trailed off as embarrassment washed over you , your eyes looking away from him — but he understood what you meant and it made all his blood rush down to his cock. "Never touched yourself..? Never got touched..?", Heeseung asked , a hint of hidden possessiveness laced in his voice. He knew that you have never touched yourself , at least not like that.

He can still remember the day he saw you humping your pillow while he was peaking through your window months ago , desperately trying to get off as you rubbed your clothed little pussy against the pillow.

You just nodded your head upon hearing his words, your face burning uncomfortable hot. "That's okay sweetheart , I'll show you what pleasure feels like if you want that?", you mumbled out a soft little yes as a reply. "Let's get you out of your clothes , you're starting to overheat. I can feel how hot your body is through your shirt", he grabbed your hips more firmly as he pulled you up in a sitting position. "Can.. Can we keep the lights off?", that was okay with him — he already memorized how your naked body looked.

"Of course we can", with that , he slowly started to undress you — but even with the lights off , you couldn't help but feel shy. Every touch or caress of his fingers on your bare skin left a lingering hot touch to it , every single soft rub of his thumb against your slowly hardening nipples had you letting out quiet little noises. Nobody has ever touched you like that. He made you feel secure , you trusted him.

"I got you baby , you're being such a good girl for me", his lips left burning kisses on your neck to distract you from his thick finger prodding at your weeping hole — god you were so fucking wet for him and he couldn't wait to bury his cock deep inside you. You were already so tight around just one single finger , a second finger being added to properly stretch you out. Again , he may be fucked up but he himself wouldn't want to cause any pain or discomfort for you. Which is ironic considering he was behind everything that happened to you , but you didn't need to know that.

"Are you close sweetheart? You clinging onto my fingers , just let go. I got you", he whispered into your ear before pressing a soft kiss against the shell of it , his thumb extending to rub tight , gentle circles against your clit. God how fucking tight you got when you came around his fingers , he sure as hell wasn't going to last once he had his cock inside you. He could cum just from thinking about how tightly your pussy would be gripping onto his cock. He could feel every single clench of your tight walls around his fingers as you came , your walls spasming.

"Heeseung please... I need more, I want you inside me", he had to bite back a groan at your words , you were already being so drunk and greedy for pleasure. "Are you sure..?", he asked , the feeling of possessiveness just growing bigger inside him as you whined out a yes. "Okay , let me get some things first..", he moved himself away from you as he got up from the bed to go to his bedroom , his hand pressing down against his cock as he had to hold it down with how hard it was.

He came back with a condom and a bottle of lube , better to be safe than sorry and especially since it was your first time — he didn't want to hurt you but he was sure to get you drunk off his cock and shape your pussy into the shape of it. He took his hoodie off along with his sweatpants and boxer shorts , grabbing your hand to guide it to his cock. He wanted to get you familiar with his cock and to make you aware of what was going to impale you. As your hand came into contact with his cock , it twitched and he groaned quietly as your hand curiously ran along the length of it and — my god , was he big.

"I'm asking you again , are you sure you want this?", Heeseung asked just to confirm your consent once again. "Y-Yes , please . Heeseung, I want it , I want you", his cock was already leaking before but it was leaking even more when he heard how much you wanted him — your voice so desperate and filled with need.

He made quick work with rolling the condom onto his cock , he didn't want to leave his darling waiting when she was clearly needing him so badly.

He lubed his cock up and spread some of the lube on your quivering hole , your body shuddering underneath him as the cold liquid came into contact with your burning heat. The bulbous head of his cock was pressing against your entrance as he positioned himself before he leaned down to you , his lips pulling yours in a heated kiss to distract you from any pain you may feel. Your hands came flying to his hair as he slowly pushed himself past your tight entrance , you felt as if you were getting split open by his cock — he was big , way too big for you to handle but that was something he'd work on later.

He only pushed a bit over half of his cock inside you , feeling the way your body trembled as he gave you some time to adjust before slowly thrusting his cock inside you. God did you feel good , so fucking good , better than in his dreams or any fleshlight he used, imagining that it was you. He really wasn't able to last long , this may be the quickest he ever came in his life — his thumb rubbing circles against your clit to get you to cum before him , holding back his own release.

A loud moan left your lips as he suddenly bit down on your shoulder , a shockwave of pain running through your body before it got replaced by pleasure as you pussy clenched around his cock — his hips chasing his own release before they stilled as he emptied himself in the condom , pressing his cock deeper inside you.

"Are you okay?", Heeseung asked as he carried you to his bed after having finished cleaning you up. You were worn out and exhausted , yet you have never felt better in your life. He always took such good care of you. "Yes... thank you", you let out a quiet yawn as he laid you down on his bed and dressed you in one of his shirts before laying down next to you.

You scooted closer to him , putting your head on his chest as the feeling of fatigue washed over you. "Heeseung...I love you... thank you", with that , said feeling fatigue pulled you into the land of dreams.

He did it , he finally did it. He got you , he got you exactly where he wanted , with him. All his hard work was finally being paid off. He was going to make you his forever now. His plan really worked , the plan he had been working on for years and he was never going to let go of you now. Never.

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