Oooh This Concept Is Intriguing!!!

Oooh this concept is intriguing!!!

Reflections - [ Han Jisung ]

𝟎𝟏. ❛ we were too close to the stars ❜

🍸 CHAPTER SYNOPSIS : Things have been... not so great. You could see that you and Jisung have been pulling away even more and now he wanted to do something you didn't like. Jisung mulls over the state of his relationship with you and tries to think of a way to fix everything. (Read series masterlist for more info)

GENRE : basically second chance romance, fluff, angst, smut, marriage! au

PAIRING : ceo husband! han jisung × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : alcohol consumption, swearing, a very small makeout scene, inkling of a panic attack

WORD COUNT : 4.4K

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minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content. this series portrays various other kpop idols, none of which represent the actual nature of them in real life. these are fictional characters with fictional personalities. characters depicted in this series are morally grey, they have their flaws just like all humans do.

“Here's the list of applicants you asked for,” Chaeryoung placed a file on your desk for which you thanked her and opened it, scanning over the names. There were so many this time, making you internally sigh as you flipped through the pages, fingers tracing over the freshly printed ink. “Yunseok is running a background check already, he said he'll have the data by tomorrow morning.”

Thank goodness for Chaeryoung and her quick thinking, you didn't think you'd be able to do anything more today after that disastrous meeting you had with Double Knot.

You nodded. “That's good.” You rubbed your forehead, feeling another jab of pain in some part of your brain that you couldn't massage from your scalp. These kinds of headaches were getting more and more frequent with the stress load that had not stopped increasing for the past few months.

“Do you want a tablet?”

You shook your head. “No, it's alright.” You glanced up at the clock, your headache increasing as the minute hand crossed the number twelve, signaling that it was five pm. “I have to leave anyway…”

Maybe you should quit. That was a thought you often had for the past few months during your brisk walk from your office room to the elevator, heels clicking against the floor. Then again, you didn't want to because of your pride. Why should you quit your job at this company? Because your husband was the CEO? You wanted to laugh in the faces of all those people who talked behind your back. Y/n — the woman who got a job only because her husband was a high executive?

“He wouldn't even have this whole company if it weren't for me!” You blinked, taking a deep breath and focusing on the closed elevator doors. It was true, Han Jisung was able to start this music company only because of your wide range of contacts. It was why you were head of HR. So why didn't those people understand you were where you were because of talent and networking and not because of partiality?

But another reason you wanted to quit was the reality of your marriage with Jisung. Being this close was amazing when you two were actually in love, now it was just another place you had to keep up a tiring facade for the sake of staying out of tabloid drama.

Then again, if you stopped working here, you'd have to ultimately give and work for someone else and that was one thing you would never ever do.

So the best option was just to stick here and endure the pain.

When the elevator doors opened with a ding, you were about to step out, expecting the main lobby but you were greeted by none other than Jisung, his suit still crisp as it was when he got ready in the morning, his curly brown hair parted in the middle. Did you not notice the elevator was moving up and not down? You felt your heart thud in your chest as he stepped in beside you, briefcase in hand, and pressed the button for the lobby.

You pulled him closer by his tie as the elevator shut behind him, giggles erupting between both of you as he pushed you up against the cool metal wall, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw and your neck.

“You know there's a camera in here right?” You let out a sigh as he pressed a kiss against your pulse point, feeling his teeth grazing against your skin.

“Let's give them a show, let them know how much I love my wife.” You both laughed again and he kissed you deeply, hand squeezing the flesh of your waist as his tongue glided along your bottom lip. Your hand went to his curls as his tongue entered your mouth, tangling with yours in a passionate dance.

“Did you prepare the list of applicants?” His tone was monotonous, no longer having that sweet ring to it that made your heart flutter.

“I did. Yunseok is doing a background check.” You told him, rubbing the leather strap of the purse you were holding, eyes flitting to the silver band that you used to proudly parade around. Now it was just a reminder of the promises of the past that were broken. Another dull throb of your head made you close your eyes.

“Good.” He gave a curt nod.

Jisung didn't transition from a lovesick puppy to a cold-hearted man overnight. You watched it happen every day, slowly seeing him pull away from you, having pointless arguments, and making meaningless accusations that only deepened the scar that was already there. You'd been married for three years. Three years was what it took for the love of your life to choose his work over you. Three years was all he needed to break that promise he made you in front of everybody, that he'd cherish you for the rest of his life with tears glistening in his eyes, holding your hand so tight that it hurt but you didn't care.

Every day was the same. You'd wake up on the same bed but you wouldn't give each other another glance, heading to separate bathrooms to get ready for the day. You sat at opposite sides of the dining table, eating the food that a maid had cooked.

“My wife isn't supposed to work in the kitchen. She's supposed to be happy and free.”

That was what Jisung said when he first hired help. Housekeepers, a cook, a personal driver, and even a doctor on speed dial. These were the rewards of his hard work. You were happy he was getting what he deserved. But soon work consumed his life. He became stressed and angry and obsessed. You resented it, wondering where everything went wrong after another argument that broke your heart as his footsteps receded.

When the elevator doors opened again, Jisung quickly took your arm and guided you out, an act the two of you nearly mastered after all this time even though your heart yearned for there to be some kind of emotion from his side. Fake smiles plastered over your faces as you walked down the main lobby, saying goodbye to the other people who smiled at you, whispering when they thought you were far enough to not hear their words when you clearly could.

“They're so wonderful, aren't they?”

“I didn't know two people could love each other so much after being married for so long.”

You almost scoffed at the utter irony of your situation. Jisung was quick to pull away from you when there was no one around, getting into the sleek black car that was parked where it always was with the same driver.

The car ride home was silent, as usual. Jisung was on his phone, checking emails while you stared out the window. The passing cars, the bright blue sky fading away into a hue of pinks and oranges, the endless line of buildings and trees — you'd been staring at the same landscape for seven months now, ever since the MIROH Agency signed under your father's company. It wasn't as huge as HYBE Corporations or any of the other famous Korean entertainment agencies, but it was starting to get a bigger name every day.

You turned to glance at Jisung, the light from his phone screen illuminating the features of his face. His eyebrows were taut as he read something, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth. You stared at him for a few more moments before you turned away and looked back outside. You were again drawn out of your thoughts when your phone buzzed.

Soyeon: Are you free tomorrow evening? Let's go out for some barbecue, I miss my girl 😔💔 [read 5:17 pm]

You let out a silent chuckle and typed back a reply.

You: I can always make time for you ❤️ We'll meet at our usual place? [read 5:20 pm]

Soyeon: You bet. Love you, babes ❤️ [read 5:22 pm]

You: Love you too [read 5:23 pm]

Having barbecue with Soyeon was at least something to look forward to, although you wanted to laugh at the irony of how you tell your best friend you love her more than you do your husband. Without her, you would've easily succumbed to your misery months ago.

College you would laugh if you told her the state of your relationship with Jisung.

“We have that meeting tomorrow with the other executives regarding the possibility of creating our own group.” He said, and then added, “And that interview.”

“Huh?” You were met with Jisung's eyes, the same warm, brown, boba eyes that made you fall in love at first sight.

“Was that not what you were laughing at earlier? We got a reminder email.”

“Ah — no, I was speaking with Soyeon…”

“Oh…” There was a flicker in his eyes. “Did something happen?”

“No, she was just inviting me out for dinner.”

“Ah…” He nodded. You blinked. What?

The turn of his head to look at his phone again was a clear indication that the conversation was over. You clenched your jaw and turned your head to the window again.

“Really?” You asked your friend with wide eyes as she told you yet another story of her list of ex-boyfriends and girlfriends. Soyeon was an extremely beautiful and independent woman, you would've honestly been intimidated by her if you hadn't met her in college. With her confident aura and dressing style, she was the embodiment of beauty with brains. Although she had her share of not-so-good relationships.

She was also the only other person in the whole world who knew of the state of your relationship with Jisung. So you frequently ranted to her, breaking into sobs in the middle and then getting angry at yourself and going through the same cycle again.

“I know right?” Soyeon stuffed another piece of meat in her mouth as she continued talking about her recent ex-boyfriend — a guy who stupidly asked for a large sum of money for his mother's surgery, only to be caught in the airport after nearly escaping to Germany. “The audacity of that fucking bastard.” She stabbed a piece of tofu with her chopsticks.

The reason you and Soyeon were quick to become friends was your shared background, albeit you hated her at first — but most good friendships start with hatred. Both of you came from business backgrounds with fathers too invested in stocks and shares and mothers who cared more for their china collection rather than taking care of their daughters.

“Excuse me,” you called the waitress to your table, “can we get two bottles of soju, please?”

“Oh, did something happen?” Your friend asked. You weren't one to drink on a weekday but after today's meeting, you were more than ready to drown your sorrows out with alcohol. “Was your meeting not good?”

You let out a bitter laugh.

Earlier that day . . .

“Why is no one here yet?” You asked as you stepped into Jisung's office, pausing in place as you looked around the empty room apart from your husband. He seemed to have discarded his suit jacket that was hung over his chair, leaving him in his white button-up and a black tie that matched his slacks. You stared at the way his biceps strained against the fabric of his shirt, his (sexy) forearms that were visible after he rolled up the sleeves, and his fingers that were holding onto something, his wedding band glistening from the sun rays that peeked through the light blue curtains.

“Oh, you're here…” He messed up his curls, setting down a few papers on his desk as he gestured for you to sit on the brown leather couches that surrounded a glass coffee table. “I told the rest of them to come at 2:30.”

Your head turned to the clock behind his desk. Fifteen minutes early?

“We didn't discuss the interview yesterday night.”

“Probably because someone went straight to his home office as soon as he touched the front door.” You mumbled under your breath.

Jisung seemed to have caught what you said, his jaw tensing before he calmed himself down, not wanting to cause a scene here. Because, of course, he didn't want to lose the public image of having a bad house life for the sake of his company, so you maintained the lovey-dovey couple image until you were alone with each other. “The magazine was adamant on this and after thinking I agreed —”

“Seriously?” You scoffed. “Without asking me?”

“It's good publicity —”

“Having our non-existent private life known to the world is good publicity? Or were you going to feed them lies through your teeth?”

“Y/n, it's for the good of the company —”

“Of course,” you laughed sarcastically, “everything is good for the company. So you're going to invite a bunch of tabloid writers into our home and tell them a story of how we're so in love?”

“Stop cutting me off,” he said sternly. “It's just a few questions.”

“Why are they so interested in our life? You used to be against these kind of things.”

“I've changed.”

You heard a low chatter coming down the hallway, most likely from the other members of the meeting. “Clearly.” You grit your teeth and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down just as the other members came into the room.

“Oh, are we late?”

“No, no, not at all.” You shot them a friendly smile. “I just came early. I had some things to discuss with Mr. Han.” You looked at Jisung who had a smile on his face as well, telling them to take a seat so the meeting could start. You sat down on a couch adjacent to him, ignoring his gaze and pretending to read over the content.

Jisung chewed the inside of his cheek before turning away from you, making his mind focus solely on the task at hand and not on the fact that he could physically see another brick go up on the wall that was separating the two of you and he had no idea what to do to solve it.

The meeting went well, according to him. They planned the budget for their three groups that were signed under them, reviewed the trends of the group and their popularity, and even proposed the idea of a tour that they would have to discuss with Double Knot to see their enthusiasm because they were still pretty young. You presented a list of people who wanted to join the company as trainees — which was a new thing they had started after Jisung made the decision to let MIROH join under DISTRICT9 Corporations.

That was another decision that you were against, joining your father's. From the day Jisung met you four years ago, one thing remained constant — your undying hatred for your father and how you never wanted to be associated with him. And yet here you were… because of him.

He told himself every day — it was for the good of his company. You would come around and understand that he had to do this, it was what needed after working day and night for years, ever since he walked home one night while he was still in high school, tears streaming down his face as he was rejected by the one place he'd been dreaming of making a career in.

His stubborn teenage mind set on an idea and now that idea was in full bloom.

Although maybe he had lost track of what was important along the way…

Jisung stopped by your office as he was leaving. You came in your car this morning because you had plans to go out with your friend. He just stood there, watching you through the glass as you packed away your things, his eyes going to your dress, a ghost of a smile forming on his face as he noticed the color.

You always did look amazing in pink…

“Mr. Han,” Chaeryoung startled him out of his daze, making him snap his head towards her.

“Yes?” He tried to act nonchalant like he wasn't just staring at you like a creep. Then again — it couldn't be wrong to stare at your own wife, right? Chaeryoung didn't know anything. So all he had to do was act inconspicuously.

“Your car is waiting… Mr. Hwang told me to tell you.”

“Ah, thank you.” He nodded and licked his lips, turning to look at you once more before heading to the elevator.

Was it weird to be anxious about you not coming home even though it was past ten? When you two were almost strangers now? Well, strangers who had arguments over the dumbest things. Jisung almost laughed out loud when he thought about the argument you two had over the pillows on the couch in the living room, though his smile quickly faded away into sadness.

Arguing. That was all you two did now. Yell at each other, fight, and then go into separate rooms and put up the couple act the next day at work even though, on the inside, you were at each other's throats.

He paced around the living room of the penthouse, looking at the door every two seconds. This was the first time this had every happened — you going MIA for hours on end. And it was driving him nuts. Were you okay? Did you get hurt? Those were the only thoughts that were racing through his mind.

Jisung: Y/n, I know you're mad about the interview but it's getting late, where are you? [sent 8:07 pm]

Jisung: Y/n, I'm serious, this isn't funny. [sent 8:36 pm]

Jisung: Please come home and be mad [sent 9:15 pm]

Jisung: I'm going to call the cops if you don't come home soon [sent 9:45 pm]

Jisung: Y/n, please... come home... [sent 10:02 pm]

You still hadn't even seen his last text. Were you really that mad that you were staying out late? He was getting his jacket about to go out looking for you when he heard the front door click open, basically teleporting there, ready to talk your ear off on how immature it was to be upset about something like that until he saw your flushed cheeks and unbalanced walk as you took off your heels and put on your house slippers, cooing at the bunny face on them.

You were drunk…

He sighed, his frustration melting away as he saw you fawn over the slippers and then look up at him, your face breaking out into a grin, and stumbled towards him.

“Jisung…” You giggled and then hiccupped.

“God… how much did you even drink?”

“Just a bottle… or two…” You started to count on your fingers and then proudly presented the number four.

“That's not two…”

“It's not?” You lifted your hands to your face.

“You don't even drink on the weekdays… your hangover is going to be hell tomorrow.” You didn't even seem fazed by his words, your focus on his hair that you were playing with that giddy smile and red cheeks, twirling his brown curls on your finger which made him feel funny on the inside.

Jisung helped you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed and deciding against letting you shower because you were too intoxicated to stand properly — what if you fell? He swallowed nervously as he laid down beside you, while you were out like a light moments after he put you on the soft mattress.

His phone vibrated with a notification.

Jeon Soyeon: Tell me when Y/n reaches your house. [read 10:35 pm]

“Ouch, full stop and everything.” He mumbled. Jisung knew Soyeon wasn't particularly enthusiastic with him lately, but he knew her as long as he knew you. He figured she knew about the truth of everything because you didn't listen to him when he told you that this had to be kept between the two of you — you were stubborn like that. And it also explained the sudden coldness of Soyeon towards him.

Jisung: She's here, came back a while ago. She fell asleep. [read 10:41 pm]

Jisung: How much did the two of you drink? [read 10:42 pm]

Jeon Soyeon: Enough to know that the next time I see you in person, you are screwed. [read 10:44 pm]

Jisung decided it was safe not to text anymore, placing the phone on his nightstand. Your best friend was a scary person, a sweet and kind one, but also very scary. He silently prayed that he wouldn't see her in the near future.

The room was quiet except for the soft snores coming from you. Once he made sure you were properly covered by the blanket so you wouldn't catch a cold, he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling, letting all the thoughts that he'd push to the back of his mind throughout the day flood into his mind like an open damn, along with the ferocious emotions that came along with them.

Did the two of you use up all your love? Was that why things were the way they were? He never imagined a future where he'd ignore you even though his heart screamed at him to turn around and bury himself in your arms and never go away again.

Arguments kept replaying in his head over and over again, the sound of doors slamming, the tense silence that followed afterward. He couldn't even describe the emotion that he felt but it was so… suffocating. Was it guilt? Guilt for pushing you aside? For breaking every single promise that he had ever made to you — to keep you safe, to keep you happy, and to never make you cry. God knows how many times he'd made you cry recently.

His throat felt tight, a sob clawing its way out but he forced it down. He had no right to cry. It was his fault. His fault for choosing his idea over the love of his life.

When he closed his eyes, he was in water, surrounded by deep blue, the feel of water cold on his skin. Bubbles came out of his mouth as he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss, reaching out for help that wasn't there.

He was drowning.

Jisung sat up, taking deep breaths.

It's just a nightmare.

A recurring nightmare. Perhaps it was his subconscious telling him he was close to a path with no turning back, that he had to do something to save this relationship because he knew he couldn't live without you. How could he? He would rather die than live a life without you by his side. And yet here he was, hurting you every single day. His heart and his mind were working in the opposite directions and he didn't know how to make them come back to the same place.

Was it too late?

Jisung looked at your sleeping form, lifting a hesitant hand to your face and brushing your hair to the side. He sat there silently and watched you sleep, wondering if you went through the same turmoil that he did, or did you already give up?

It was the same tug of war every night, he'd go to sleep promising to be better the next morning, only to wake up and it would be the same.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached over and was going to put it on silent, but for some reason, his gut told him to open the email. As he read over the contents, a plan began forming in his head.

Maybe this time would be different.

⸻ EPILOGUE

College fairs were your favorite part of the year, especially since this was your last year in college. You were determined to do everything so you wouldn't think back and regret that you missed out on something. Although you didn't run your own stall, you loved going through them with your friend, Sunhee. The two of you were laughing at a joke you cracked, eating cotton candy. The sun was shining and the sky was blue — it was your picture-perfect recipe for an amazing day.

That was… until you spotted someone in the crowd. A boy with blonde hair, laughing his heart out at something someone said, he was doubling over, wiping tears off of his face. Your vision tunneled and you could only see him. Like you were in some romcom movie and you were seeing your love interest for the first time.

Your heart sped up in your chest and you turned a deaf ear to whatever your friend was saying. You couldn't focus on anything else other than that boy with that beautiful smile, you never knew you'd find something like that so attractive until then.

And it was like the universe was orchestrating the scene, because that boy somehow met your gaze, his smile faltering as he looked at you amidst the sea of people. You flushed and pushed your friend towards a stall that was selling matcha lattes, telling her you felt thirsty.

A while later and your mind was still on that boy. You were pulled out of your fantasy when someone spoke behind you, “Excuse me?” You turned around. “You dropped this…”

It was that boy you were staring at earlier. He too came to a pause in his words as a flicker of recognition went through his eyes. You took the beaded phone charm that you bought earlier from his hand, wondering how it fell out.

“Thank you…”

“No problem.” He smiled, and your heart stuttered in your chest. It was contagious — you found yourself breaking into a grin too. “Would you like to have some ice cream later? My friend is running a stand…” He asked nervously, pink dusting over his full cheeks.

You nodded, “I would love to.”

He broke out into that eye-crinkling smile which you noticed was heart-shaped now that you were standing in front of him. “Really? That's great!” Someone must've been calling him because he looked back and then at you again, taking a few steps back, “It's beside the dart game stall.”

You called out to him before you completely lost sight of him, a smile still on your face as you put your hands beside your mouth to amplify your voice, “I don't even know your name though!”

He turned around once more, mimicking your action, “Han! Han Jisung!”

⸻ COMING UP . . .

“When was the last time we went on a trip?” “Our honeymoon?”

“Oh, Y/n, how are you?” “Who is he?” “Just someone I know from college…”

“Something is going on between those two…”

“Please… just stay with me…”

AUTHOR'S NOTE : AHHH the first chapter. I would like to clarify I do not know how to run a company, I've written this after watching many TV shows — and speaking of TV shows, this is also highly inspired by Queen of Tears (I'm at the end of Episode 16 as I'm writing this). I would love to hear your feedback through comments and reblogs because this is the first time I've written something like this. See you next week ♡

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The water was so close that Hyunjin could hear the ripples of the waves in detail but it was too dark to see it—when he looked past the tiny building, it looked like he was just staring at a vast empty space, which is to say, it felt just like staring into a mirror. 

When Hyunjin was twelve years old, he found a little puppy in a back alley as he was coming home from school, but that is not where his story begins.

His story also doesn’t begin when he was born or something like that—he would say that few things, not even his existence, actually mattered before he met Hye Sun. 

Hyunjin was nine years old when the Juns moved into his neighborhood and were welcomed into their church. He had many friends already, as Hyunjin had always been a lively and outgoing child, but he didn’t mind making more. The church would throw a big party whenever such an event took place, so it was with hands sticky from ice cream and many glasses of sweet lemonade into the afternoon that he was introduced to Hye Sun. 

“This is Hye Sun. She is the Juns’ daughter,” his mother told him, standing in between him and the new family. The party took place in the courtyard behind the church and the weather was nice. “Since the other children are a little older than you two, I assured the Juns that you would keep an eye on her and introduce her around.”

Hyunjin looked at the little girl standing in front of him. She was holding a mostly melted ice cream cone and wore a bright pink t-shirt, a blue skirt, and blue tights. She had pigtails and the elastics in her hair had little tigers on them. 

He looked at his mom—it wasn’t the first time she asked such things from him. Hyunjin might have been young but he knew why she did that, and it was because it made her, and Dad, look like they were kind and considerate people. Like they had raised their son not just right, but better than other people raised their children.

The other kids were a few years ahead of him but Hyunjin was wise for his age, so he got along with them just fine. “Hi,” he told Hye Sun, waving at her. “I’m Hyunjin.”

The little girl was shy. She tried to hide behind her mother, but she was pushed forward. “You go now, Hye Sun. They’ll be your new prayer group, so you have to get to know them.” 

Hyunjin couldn’t remember having been shy but he could understand how she felt. He would probably want to hide too if they took him out of his bedroom, his house, his city and his church and threw him in an entirely new place. 

He extended his hand for her to take. “Come, I’ll show you my secret spot and no one can bother us there.” 

Hye Sun stared at his hand and his face alternatively, once in a while looking at one of her parents. Ultimately, she took a step toward him, then another, and took his hand, not minding that it was a little sticky. 

They didn’t talk much at first. The secret spot was a narrow space between the church and the fence surrounding the courtyard. There was a dense forsythia at its end, offering cover. Nobody really bothered Hyunjin when he was here, and that day was no exception. He asked if she wanted lemonade or something and she said no, sitting near the bush, inspecting every branch carefully as if her life depended on it. Hyunjin gave her space, sitting on the other side, near the fence, watching the party through it. 

Some time passed, during which Father Yeon made an unofficial speech to a small group—which included Hyunjin’s and the girl’s parents—as to why it was important to create bonds between each other. Hyunjin wasn’t sure he understood everything he said—he was too young to comprehend those things, but old enough to know he would understand them someday. Father Yeon spoke of keeping an eye on each other but not in the sense Hyunjin would have thought. He couldn’t understand, but he was almost sure their priest was asking prominent members of the church to snoop on others.

Because sin was poison, and poison spread quickly—should it unfortunately leak within them, the stain would be difficult, perhaps impossible, to wash away. So it was best to eliminate the threat of it before it happened altogether.

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am/pm

fem!reader x bangchan 

synopsis: you start your new job at a book cafe and start falling for your coworker. 

warnings: 🔞!!! friends to lovers ?, praise, nipple play, oral (f!rec) multiple orgasms (f!rec), protected and unprotected sex (be safe pls they tried), creampie, use of the name baby, she/her, brat!reader kinda, whiny chan, choking (m!rec), spitting, cum eating, alcohol use, slight overstim (f!rec), prob forgot some sorry

wc: 7.4k big oops lol kinda lost the plot

 an: breaking the norm from my regularly scheduled yeonkai post lol feedback is appreciated :)) not proof read sorry! [m.list]

you were nervous for your first day of work, worrying teeth leaving your lips red and sore. when you applied you thought it would be easy money, slow shifts where you could study at the register, the coffee shop attached giving you one free drink a shift. it was perfect but your anxiety was eating at you the entire walk to the bookstore. even the location was perfect, three minutes on your bike, a few more to walk. you didn’t even need to pick up new clothes, your usual attire fully excitable as long as you had your nametag visible. 

the store won't open for another hour but you need to come in early to go over the basics. Your boss told you that although he wasn't going to be there his best employee would show you the ropes. When you get to the building the door is locked and you have to knock on the glass to try and get someone's attention but you can't see anyone from where you are. When someone does notice you you're pacing the sidewalk picking at your nail polish. “so sorry about that i forgot you were coming in early today,” the accented voice mutters, the ding of the bell making you turn around. 

“It's okay,” you nod after a second. The man before you smiles, dimples and teeth on display, devastating enough to take someone out with a single glance. He holds the door open with his palm spread wide, still standing in the doorway so that when you pass you have to brush against his chest with your shoulder. 

“I'm Chan, I work at the cafe most days now but I was told you would be working the store register and stocking?” 

“Yes that's right,” you nod, taking in the small store, the dark hardwood floors creaking underfoot as you move further in. You had loved the store since your freshman year of college. The cafe at night was one of the only places that sold caffeine until late, the warm ambient lighting making it cozy. Even now with the morning light pouring in through the floor to ceiling glass windows, it was comforting, the smell of the freshly brewing pots of coffee waking you up. 

“Great, I worked that job for a while so I should be the best help with setting you up,” Chan pulls the door closed behind you, locking back up. He moves around you waving to follow after him to the back room. To get there we have to weave through the stands of books laid out on tables and stacked on shelves and you feel in over your head looking at all the inventory. “for the most part it's mostly register work. When we get a new release it goes out on the front tables and then the old ones get pushed back to the shelves. nothing too major. I'm sure once you get a hang of it you will be very bored,” 

“It's okay I brought homework,” you say, lifting your tote at your side. 

“ahh, good idea. and if you get bored of homework you could come mess with me at the cafe, I'm always trying to come up with new drinks although I've been told by the other baristas that I'm not very good at that,” he chuckles deep in his throat before turning a corner and pushing open another door. “break room and the cubbies for your stuff. I haven't had anything stolen but if you're worried the front has enough space under the counter for your bag or even if you want to have easy access to your books that's fine too,” he gestures at a desk in the corner, “you clock in and out there, I'm sure you were told how to set up your checks to be deposited?” 

“Yes,” you nod trying to pay attention to all the information. 

“Okay great so let's get your name tag I think it's…oh here! there you go,” he passes you the little magnetic tag for you to put on. you glance at his name tag, the koala sticker faded but still cute. “Then let's see the register and go over that before we open the store, it's a Monday so we are usually really slow so during your shift we can walk around and go over the sections but the computer will tell you where to find most any book here. there is also a map taped to the counter to help customers so you can see that to help you,” 

“got it, thank you,” you follow Chan out and the rest of the hour goes by with him cracking jokes and pointing out what shelves hold what books. When it was time for the doors to be unlocked it was anticlimactic because you only went back to having no one in the shop but the two of you. chan sitting on the stool behind his register for the cafe and you sitting on yours directly across the room. Chan had a book propped up to pass the time and you got started on your homework. your nerves are now officially gone with how calm it was going. 

Even when customers did come in, you breezed through it, Chan's watchful eye not prying but comforting enough to know he would swoop in and help if it was ever necessary. 

When another slow lull came and there were no customers Chan called across the short distance to ask you your coffee order, “I may be bad at coming up with new drinks but that doesn't mean I don't make mean drinks to begin with,” that dimpled smile hitting you right in the stomach. 

“surprise me I'm okay with anything when it's free,” 

“best perk about the job,” he agrees, turning to make you your drink. When he is done he brings it over to the register a small grin on his face as he passes the warm drink over. “go on try it,”

you take a sip humming your approval, “Oh wow that's really good,”  there was no lid on the paper cup to show off his latte art, the heart feathering out to where your lipstick stain hugs the rim. you wipe at the corner of your mouth catching the stray foam on your thumb and licking it off. 

chan is stuck watching your every move, all day he's been finding it hard to concentrate on anything he's doing. he was trying to play it cool even after your introduction, but he was caught the moment you turned around when he opened the door, your perfume making him want to lean in when you brushed past him. It didn't help that he was right across from you all day, the perfect seat for him to make sure you weren't struggling although that was an excuse because he knew how easy the job was he just wanted to watch you. 

Now you're basically moaning over something he made and he feels bad for having any thoughts about you. then you swipe at your lip, thumb in your mouth, how is he supposed to think about anything else? 

“cinnamon and apple?” you ask your gaze so attentive. 

“warm and cozy,” Chan smiles watching as you take another sip that hum caught right in the back of your throat and he wishes he could swallow the sound himself. but the jingling of the bell by the door jolts him back to reality. “let me get back,” 

“Thank you!” you call after him while the customers make their way through the shelves. Chan waves your words away,“Anytime,” 

later when both of your replacements come in for their shift Chan helps show you how to clock out and where you can find your schedule. “looks like we have morning shifts together,” he comments, “I'll have to give you my number so when you get to the door I can let you in,” it's an excuse really he could leave the door unlocked after he gets in, no one ever tries to come in that early anyways most of their customers come to study after class. 

“sure that works perfectly,” you smile unlocking your phone and passing it over, he does the same and you type your number in for him. 

“best barista?” you laugh when you see the name he plugged in. 

“Seungmin might not like that but who cares,” he chuckles, “best AM barista might be better,” 

you both walk out together and you notice you're headed in the same direction, “do you live over on Sixth?” 

“yeah, do you?” 

“the first apartment building on the corner,” 

“Me too!” The two of you were a few steps away from each other and Chan took the opportunity to catch up. “official walking buddies now? can't change fate,” 

“yeah okay,” you laugh, falling into step next to him. 

“The boss said you were in school, the campus right up the road?” 

“yeah, I have a lab at five actually,” 

“The shop is the perfect job for you then, my classes are also kinda late in the day so I get it,” he ruffled his hair and pushed back the strands from his forehead only to have them fall right back into place. The two of you make comfortable conversation until you make it to the lobby of your apartment building, Chan holding the door open for you before you press the elevator button. 

when you two make it into the elevator you ask him, “What floor?” as you press your own button. 

The space is small and he leans over to see the button panel, body heat, and his colleague filling the space. and you didn't mind it at all, he smelled like a mix of baked goods and sandalwood. “looks like we live on the same floor,” he chuckles, pulling back to stand straight. both of you are silent eyes trained ahead as you mutter, “Small world I guess,” 

“Very,” he nods, chewing on the corner of his bottom lip. When the elevator dings and opens you wave goodbye as you both move down the opposite halls. He was about three doors down and when he got his key in he looked up with a smile waving before walking in. When you close the door to your apartment you lean against the door letting out the longestsigh you could muster. of course, your hot coworker shares your schedule and lives right down the hall. of fucking course. 

-

The following morning you're tugging on your coat, pulling the door closed and your tote bag keeps sliding down your shoulder. You're muttering profanities quite enough as you try to get the key into the lock when you don't hear Chan approach. you flinch so hard you think your heart stopped. “You scared me!” and Chan's giggling reached out for your tote bag pulling it from the crook of your arm where it kept falling. 

“I'm sorry I thought you heard me say good morning,” he slings your bag over your shoulder as you finally lock the door.“I was running a bit late so I thought why not just wait anyways since we are headed to the same place?” he's a little shy as he says it following you to the elevator, “although I know that defeats the purpose of giving you my number but you know thought that counts and everything right?” he's rambling his grip on the tote bag strap turning white-knuckled, his free hands at the back of his neck messing with his hair. 

“That works perfectly with me and I can carry my own bag,” the elevator dings as you say it and Chan shakes his head stepping in before you holding his hand out so the doors stay open. 

“I don't know how you carry this thing around its like a bag of rocks it's so heavy,” 

“textbooks,” you correct, leaning over him to press the lobby button. “although you're right I should get a better bag to carry them around but that one is so cute,” you run your fingers over the design that made you buy the tote in the first place, “everything is worth the struggle as long as its cute,” 

“agreed,” Chan nods, watching your fingers run up and down the fabric, your nails painted the prettiest shade of blue and he has to swallow to push away his thoughts of you wrapping your hand around him. but the image won't fade so he shakes his head trying to think of all the things he needs to do to set up for the day. 

He holds the door open for you the same way he had your first day, letting you brush past him only this time he's following you to clock in watching your hips sway in your skirt all the way to the break room. and when the day starts to go by he tries not to look your way as you press your pen to your lips every once in a while jotting down notes in the margins on sticky notes. watching you smile up at customers and helping them. 

chan brings you a coffee halfway through your shift when it is slow, this time it is sweet with caramel, “oh wow definitely best AM barista material,” you nod licking the whipped cream from your top lip. he flushes a deep red chuckling, “its nothing,” but he was starting to realize he would learn any drink combo to hear that hum over and over again. 

and when you're walking home together you laugh at his dad jokes making his heart flutter, he already can't wait until tomorrow to see you. 

-

You've been working at the store for about a month, and your routine is always the same. Chan waits by the elevator for you to walk, he makes you a new drink halfway through your shift, walks you back and you do it all over the next day. you realize it's the best part of your day and when you have the day off you're stuck wondering what Chan's doing, if he's wondering the same thing about you. it's late on one of your off days when he texts you, do you smell that or is that just my side of the hallway? and you know exactly what he's talking about. 

someone was cooking dinner in their apartment and the savory smell was wafting through from under the door making you hungry. 

definitely smelling something good if that's what you're asking

I think it's the people in front of me. Would it be wrong to show up with a bowl and ask for some?

not if you ask really really nicely I'm sure they will cough some up 

no, I'm too shy if they reject me I won't be able to ever leave my place again 

I'll bring my own bowl they can't turn away both of us if we beg 

seriously tho are you hungry because I'm starving and Seungmin texted me the cafe specials menu 

You're sure Chan would be able to hear you squeal all the way in his apartment. It wasn't a full-on offer out but it was close enough and your fragile little heart was consumed with its crush on Chan. he had you kicking your feet like a school girl and you couldn't help but smile. 

The best PM barista does make a mean sandwich 

be ready in 5? 

if he didn't hear you before the whole floor definitely did now. you jumped up from your couch to get ready. Maybe it was nothing, just two friends, coworkers, even going out, to your place of work, for a casual dinner. only you could tell yourself that all you wanted but it didn't stop your excitement. sure you saw Chan nearly every day but not usually when you weren't already scheduled to see each other. only once when you were both crossing paths in the lobby and that didn't count because you were late to class and rushing and he was with a friend, but that didn't stop the butterflies you felt when he gave you a wave and smile as you passed. 

You were ready in five minutes pulling your door closed to find Chan leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, a dark jean jacket over a hoodie, his jeans fitting him just right. “ready?” he asked, pulling himself up to his full height. 

“yup,” it's a squeak as you say it, your cheeks colored in embarrassment. He was wearing a beanie with his ears peeking out from under the fabric. When you stepped outside you realized how cool it was outside, your thin sweater doing you no good. 

Chan holds the door open for you to lead the way, your arms crossed before you feel the heavy weight of his jean jacket slung on your shoulders. “You look a little cold there,” he smiles and you push your arms through the warm sleeves. it smells like him without the coffee scent usually following him after a shift. 

“thank you,” your fists wrapping around the oversized sleeves. 

When you make it to the cafe it's filled with light chatter, the golden glow from the lamps making the hardwood look shiny as you both stand in line for the cafe. your other coworkers behind the counters joking around as they make drinks and call out orders. You have gotten to know most of them when you have an occasional late shift but not as well as you got to know Chan. That was mainly because you two didn't have many customers in the morning time and you could talk even across the store without worrying about someone listening or scolding us. The night shifts were busy and most of the time a little loud. 

When you make it to the counter seungmin's warm smile greets you, “I know you,” he points but you can't miss the way his gaze falls to the jacket you're wearing and back to Chan his eyebrows raising but he doesn't ask. 

“We are here because I heard Chan's trying to come for your title of best barista,” 

“he can't make a coffee to save his life,” 

“Hey! I make excellent coffee,” 

“Because I taught you,” the smug smile on Seungmin's face made his cheeks round. “what can I get you two?” 

You both order reaching for your bag when you feel Chan's hand in the pocket of the jacket you are wearing. He is standing behind you, one hand on your arm and the other wrapped around to pull his wallet from where it's at your hip. “I got it,” he mumbles so close to your ear you almost shiver. “you can get it next time,” 

you give a slow nod trying to catch your breath before Seungmin asks, “Hey are you two coming out with us tomorrow night? they opened this new club downtown we wanted to go try,” 

“oh I don't know,” you shrug and Chan adds, “I'll go if you go,” he looks almost hopeful for you to say yes. 

“Well then sure why not? we can Uber there together,” 

“perfect i'll let the guys know,” Seungmin hands over the receipt with your order number, “should be out in a few,” 

“Thank you,” you and Chan say together, moving to the other side of the counter to wait for your things. When they come out Chan takes the tray and when you think he's going to turn to one of the empty tables he keeps going over to the bookstore side. you follow after him as he weaves his way to the break room. 

“kinda loud out there,” he says, setting the tray down on the little table they have set up. 

“Definitely different from how we usually see the store in the morning,” you agree, pulling out a chair to sit. The break room wasn't like most other breakrooms you had been to in other jobs. this one was set up like a cozy office, the building was old and well-kept enough to make every space look cozy. the lamp in the corner of the room giving the warm glow the others made in the cafe. you take a sip of your fruity drink not picking out a coffee this late when you didn't need the aid for an all-night study session. “now this is really good,” you say nodding down at your straw. 

“new menu item I haven't tried yet,” Chan sips his drink, an iced tea. “this one's good too, try it,” he slides his glass across the table toward you. 

Chan watches you take your sip from his drink, the hum he loves showing itself for the second time tonight. “good?” 

“Amazing, here try mine,” and so he does, nodding in approval. 

the two of you chat not even noticing how late it's getting by the time you're done and taking the tray back out to the cafe. most of the building is cleared of people, seungmin wiping down the counters when you leave. It's noticeably colder outside and you wrap your arms around yourself happy to have chan’s jacket for warmth or you would have had a cold the next morning for sure. Neither of you asked if this was in fact a real date or something between friends. you don't even notice that you have taken his jacket back to your apartment until you're changing for bed and realize you never took it off. 

-

The next morning when you leave for work you pass it back to Chan who smiles as he takes it back. “Thank you for that last night,” you say waving your hand as if you could cut through your embarrassment. Why was it that crushes made you feel like everything you did was so awkward? you were returning a jacket for crying out loud. It was totally normal, especially between friends but you couldn't help but blush. 

for the rest of the day, you two fall into your routine. Towards the end of your shift, a customer knocks over a display of books and you assure them you will pick them up once you're done checking them out, and it's no problem at all. Once they leave you bend to get the books picked up and Chan can't look away. you're wearing a skirt, the simple black panties you're wearing flashing him every once in a while as you reach over. He doesn't even notice he's overfilled the coffee cup in front of him until the coffee splashes down to his shoes. “oh fuck,” he mutters catching your attention as you restack the books. hes red from his cheeks to his ears as he wipes up the mess. but as he pushes the black rag around he can only think about you bending over, the fabric of your underwear hugging your skin dimpling the flesh of your ass. now he's over-wiping the counter thinking about it, so lost in thought he doesn't notice you come up to stand right at the till. “guess we both are having messy days,” your voice pulling him from his thoughts and he stammers over his words, “y-yeah messy,” 

but the word only fuels him, if anything was to be messy it needed to be you, he wanted too badly to make a mess of you. 

“I just saw the next shift workers walk in. Are you ready to head out?” 

“yes yes let me just put a lid on this, do you want anything to go?” 

“No, I'm good I don't need all that caffeine before heading out for drinks tonight,” Chan had forgotten about that but now he was thinking about what you were going to wear, about what it would be like going anywhere else besides work and the apartment building with you. 

When it's time to leave for drinks that night you text Chan you're ready and you book the Uber to come pick you two up.when you lock the door to your place and turn around to find Chan there you could have fallen to your knees at how downright edible he looked. those slouchy jeans showing a thin strip of the elastic to his underwear, the black tank hugging him in all the best places under his leather jacket. you wanted to hook your finger in the loop of his jeans and tug him to you and never let him go, link him to you like he was a keychain you couldn't remove easily. and his eyes were tracing up your bare legs, over the short ruffled shorts you wore, your own tank hugging you giving you the best cleavage. Chan's blush was so contradictory to his outfit and it made him so much cuter, eyes jumping to yours to not make it obvious that he was checking you out just as much as you were checking him out. “cars out front,” you say brushing past him. 

at the club, Chan could not stop watching you. 

you were sitting in the booth next to him and seungmin, lips around the straw of the drink in your hands, paying all your attention to Felix talking about a customer who gave him a hard time. 

“he just kept asking for a blue book over and over and I could not tell you how many blue books I pulled off the shelves for him,” your giggle was more intoxicating than anything in that room. 

“Did you find it?” 

“no! he walked out on me and to this day I question if he was just fucking with me or not,” 

The rest of the group was finally showing up and the booth was only so big. Chan rested his arm behind your head scooting until his leg was flush against yours so that the rest of them could fit comfortably. He hated how jealous he was feeling as you paid everyone more attention than he was getting. and when Hyunjin asked you to dance he could have ground his teeth to dust. “sure!” your drink is empty in front of you. 

you were in the middle of the booth and Hyunjin was on the end so he stood making room for the others to move but they didn't hear the request over the sound of the music. “Just jump over,” seungmin laughed but you followed his suggestion like it was the best idea, mostly because you were a little tipsy and needed to be out of the booth after being squashed in it for over an hour. you brought your knees up to your chest before putting your hands on Chan's shoulder to push yourself up to stand on the seat. As if you were a beacon all of them turned to watch you if they weren't listening before they would be now. Chan's hand reached out to your thigh to steady you, the warmth of his palm sinking right to your stomach. there were only two people besides you to jump over and both of them leaned back as Hyunjin reached his hands out to help you. you laughed as you jumped over, hyunjin's hands on your waist helping you most of the way but the second Chan's hand was gone you wanted it back. 

Hyunjin pulled you to the dance floor keeping you within the eye line of the table. the bodies of everyone pushing you and Hyunjin together until you were completely pressed with your back to his front. “Want to make Chan jealous?” his mouth pressed into your ear so that you could hear him over the music. 

“What?” hyunjin's hand slid over your waist right where your tank top met the top of your shorts. 

“We have a bet going that he won't last two songs until he's dragging you away from me,” Hyunjin guides your hips to grind against him and your eyes flicker to find Chan's gaze burning into you two. if looks could kill Hyunjin would be six feet deep. 

“he won't fall for it,” you shake your head but not for wanting to see if it actually would work. 

“want in? or do you not like him like that? because he sure as hell likes you like that I mean look at him,” and you do, the rim of his glass pressed to his bottom lip, eyes devouring you as Hyunjin's hand slips your tank up revealing a thin strip of skin. he's still with his arm slung over your empty seat, the rise and fall of his chest showing off his pecks. you raise one arm reaching behind you to tug on Hyunjin's hair and Chan follows the movement, jaw tight as he sets his glass down.  

“how much if he doesn't last one song?” 

“a lot more than if he doesn't last two,” Hyunjin chuckles and maybe it is the drinks talking but you nod, “Add me in, I'll Take that bet,” your free hand covers one of Hyunjin dragging it up your ribs as you let him guide your hips against his. 

it doesn't take long for Chan to leave the booth at all. 

Chan does not know what comes over him as he watches you with Hyunjin only that he needs to be the one touching you if anyone at all is to be doing any touching at all. Hyunjin lets you go with no question, slapping Chan on the back before making his way back to the booth. you honestly can't believe it worked as well as it did, the way that Chan didn't even last half a song let alone two. “I didn't know you felt that way about me,” your smile teases as Chan grabs your waist and pulls you into his chest as if he can erase the feeling of hyunjin on your skin. 

“Seriously? The heavy staring hasn't been enough because I thought my cover was blown the first day,” his smile is lazy, the drinks hitting him in just the right way. 

“first day? not just because your friends set you up?” 

“nope,” his hands slide down the curve of your ass until they are cupping you, tugging your body even closer to him, he's hard in his jeans, the bulge digging into your stomach. “they definitely didn't need to try hard at all, not when I want you this bad already,” 

your hands slide up his chest and round to the back of his neck, “Maybe I'm a little oblivious and I need you to tell me in great detail that you like me or I might not be privy to believing you at all,” the way that you're looking at each other is consuming, so much so that you don't realize him dipping closer until his nose is brushing against yours. eyes fluttering shut you tilt your head ready for his kiss when he stops right as they barely brush, “if you needed me to praise you all you needed to do was ask,” 

“Isn't that exactly what I was doing?” you nudge your nose against his trying to reach his lips as he pulls away grinning wide, dimples on display. 

“I guess you could say that,” one of his hands slid up your back to hold the base of your skull. 

“You're teasing me,” your pout made Chan want to kiss you even more. 

“I think they have another bet going that I can't last one song before dragging you out of here and I'm pretty sure once I get my mouth any closer to you they will be right and I'll lose out on $100,” Chan can feel you laugh against his chest, the rumble in your chest drawing him closer. 

“What makes you think I'm leaving with you?” You're taunting him now, fingers running through his hair as he squeezes your ass hard enough to make your pussy lips open. 

“We drove here together,” he states and you fuck with him a bit more, “but I heard Hyunjin has a car I can catch a ride in,” 

Chan can't stand the sound of anyone else's name coming out of your mouth when he's this hard when you're pressed so close to him. he finally kisses you, soft lips tasting like tangy alcohol. he wants to channel the last month into this kiss, every want and glance. he can hear his friends cheering from the table but he couldn't care less not when you're here. 

when you pull away you're breathless, “do you still win if I drag you out of here?” 

Chan can't form words before you pull him after you, your hand fisted into his top. his tongue pressed to his cheek, his grin so wide no one could miss it even if they tried. when you walk past the table you point at them, “You own me!”  

but they are all forgotten the second you're out in the cold air. you shiver, pulling out your phone to order an Uber and Chan slings his jacket over your shoulders just like the night before. The leather is warm and soft against your skin and he wraps his arms around your hands sliding past the jacket and wrapping around you. his bare arms rippling and you could bite him with how good he looks flexing right now. you don't even care that he could be getting cold when this is the view. 

Chan is all over you once you climb into the Uber, “safety first,” he mutters into your mouth before he pulls your seatbelt around you to buckle. You could laugh at how cautious he is but the seatbelt doesn't stop him from trying to pull you close enough to almost be in his lap, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck and to your chest. never in your life have you ever spoken in an Uber let alone almost strip in the backseat but if Chan had asked you would have. and when you're in the elevator you almost forget to press what floor you're trying to make it to, chan asks if you want to go to your place or his, and your response is you pulling his keys from his front pocket fingers brushing his straining cock making him whine in your ear. “Yours,” you say into your kiss, pressing the keys to his chest before he's dragging you to his door fumbling with the key ring. 

Chan pushes his jacket from your shoulders once the door is closed and locked behind him. your hands jolt out to grab both his biceps and he stops in his tracks, “do we need to slow down?” the pure concern on his face is enough to make your knees weak, “we can stop if it's too much,” you will kindly choke on him for being so worried. 

“no, I want you to fuck me I just really wanted to see sturdy the handles ill be holding will be when you're in me,” your nails dig into his arms and he gives a soft whine. 

“You're so fucking perfect,” it's a groan into your mouth as he wraps himself back around you walking you backward towards the bedroom. he slaps the lights on before you make contact with the bed. he breaks the kiss letting you sit, the comforter soft against your bare legs. chan gets to his knees in front of you tugging off your boots, kissing the inside of your knee, and sending a bolt right to your center. “How many times do you think I can make you cum?” He asks pulling off your socks before kissing up your thigh. He runs his hands up your calves before grabbing the back of your knees and spreading your legs. 

“I don't know you might have to try really hard to get me there once,” he scoffs before nipping your inner thigh with his teeth, your knees instantly try to close but he shakes his head. 

“Maybe we start our own bet, I get you to come at least three times and then you owe me another date,” 

“Another one? could you remind me of the first time?” 

“I haven't fucked you hard enough to forget simple things yet baby,” he stands tugging his tank top off by pulling the back of the collar. your mouth is dry at the sight of him leaning back on your hands to take him in. Those jeans are low on his hips as he toes out of his shoes, “take your top off,” he nods, popping the button of his jeans. 

you follow your orders, you're braless, nipples already hard and aching for attention. “You listen so well,” he tugs the zipper of his jeans down but doesn't pull his pants down. Instead, he leans over you, kissing you down your neck until he makes it to your tits, sucking one nipple between his teeth and rolling the other one between his fingers. you open your legs to him, your shorts are too tight all of a sudden, too hot. lacing your fingers in his hair you throw your head back as he gives your nipple a tug with his teeth before switching to the neglected side. you moan rolling your hips into his clothed bulge and he sinks deeper into the cradle of your hips. “the prettiest girl making the prettiest sounds,” you whimper at his words knowing you are completely soaked. 

chan pulls away letting you lay out on the mattress before he hooks his fingers in your shorts and panties tugging them down your legs. he moans at the sight of you laid out before him, he tugs one of your legs to the side to reveal more of you to him, glistening under the lights. never has he been so excited to devour someone and that's just what he does, not waiting before his mouth is on you. he groans against your clit the vibration making your knees weak, “you taste as good as you look,” he wraps his arms under and around your thighs to spread you wide before diving back in. 

your hands twist in his duvet, your orgasm building faster than it ever has before. your back arching off the bed before you start riding his face so close to the edge that you don't expect his fingers until they are pressed right against the gummy spot inside you and you’re seeing spots as you cum. Chan is licking you clean as you ride out your high before he stands fingers in his mouth watching your legs twitch. “That was one,” a cocky grin present as he moves around to the nightstand to pull out a condom. 

you sit up on your elbows watching him strip, thick veiny cock hitting his stomach. He climbs up on the bed resting against the pillows and headboard before rolling the condom on. “if your legs still work I'd love it if you gave me a ride,”

“and if they don't?” you ask watching him spit into his hand before grabbing himself and tugging loosely. 

“I'll sit here and finish by myself but wouldn't it be so much fun to watch me disappearing into you?” you can feel yourself flutter at the thought. pulling yourself up and crawling up the bed to chan he grabs your hips to help steady yourself as you straddle him. you sink your hips down letting your wetness coat the condom, Chan's head is thrown back as he whines, “Please don't tease me,” his thumbs digging in hard enough to bruise your waist like a belt. 

“Whiny baby,” you coo, pressing a kiss over his pulse, the rapid beating so similar to your own as you reach down between you two to guide him to your entrance. Chan is gasping when you sink onto him, slowly inching down and rising every few strokes before you're finally stretched enough to sink fully seated on him. his tight stomach fluttering under your hands as you use him as leverage to rise again. you can feel him so deep he's kissing your womb, right in your throat.“god you're so fucking warm, just fucking right,” he moans half-lidded eyes watching where your bodies meet, you'regoing too slow for him and he flicks his hips up to watch himself disappear in the sweetest cunt he's ever had. 

“you're so big,” you whimper reaching for one of his hands to press into your pelvis, the added pressure makes your head fall forward in a moan, “you feel so good,” 

“Choke me please,” he moans head on the pillows as he plants his heels to get more leverage to thrust into you, “please,” the whimper he lets out nearly sends you over the edge. you use one of your hands to wrap around his throat, the vein pulsing under the tips of your fingers. “harder baby I can take it,” you nod at his words increasing the pressure you have on him, his eyes fluttering shut as he snaps his hips up into you. He keeps his hand pressed to your pelvis and he can feel each thrust meet the heel of his palm. your knees planted firmly against the mattress he lets go of your hip to press his thumb into your clit. you cry out as he keeps up his brutal pace rubbing your clit in circles and driving you over the edge. you can't even move as he pulls out not wanting to cum at the feel of you squeezing him just yet. your hand still around his neck as you come down from your high, breathing labored. 

“That was two,” he smirks when you sit up, twitching when your clit brushed his thigh. “onto three,” he wraps his arms around you flipping you over so that you're now laying where he had been. he pushes your legs up so that your shins are against his chest. he can't help himself, he's not even in you and he's trying to rut against your legs, his whines and moans sounding almost pained. “please I need to feel you, all of you,” he begs, “I promise ill pull out I just want to feel you,” his breathy pleas pressed right into your ear, hair sticking to your sweaty cheeks. You're holding onto his shoulders nodding without thinking twice because you need to feel him so bad. He reaches down to roll the condom back off not caring anymore about anything but being in you as deep as possible. As close as possible.  

you cry out when he sinks back in, so much warmer and thicker than before, every ridge in his cock fitting perfectly with you. your hands slip down to his biceps nails digging back in as you hold on as Chan snaps his hips forward moaning deep enough that you feel the rumble in his stomach pressed against your legs. 

chan is fucking you so hard the headboard is hitting the wall, he's pounding in over and over that your toes are curling. Then he sinks his hips finding a new angle until he's hitting your gummy spot, your head falls back and he presses his open mouth to your neck moaning against your skin the feeling singing all the way to your teeth. “I needed to feel you, I needed to feel that you're mine,” his words are choppy as he keeps up his pace. “you feel so fucking right,” he pulls back enough to push your legs a bit wider and he's back to his pace, your back arching into him. You're full of electricity, every nerve humming as he rocks back and forth. you can feel him twitch inside you and Chan knows he wouldn't be able to pull out even if he tried. 

he fully seats himself in you as he cums, thick hot ropes of it filling you up. his moan is so loud in your ear and the feeling of his release triggers your third orgasm, your cry half scream as you follow right after him. 

Chan's never cum so much in his life, his hips moving lazily as you flutter around his cock taking everything he has to offer. when he pulls out a trail of your mixed fluids follows, so much so that it makes a puddle on the duvet under you. Chan runs his finger through the cream rubbing it up your clit and back down to your entrance before he leans over and licks you clean. “Chan!” your knees are shaking, tears threatening to spill as he pulls himself back up pressing his mouth to yours and letting some of the cum he's collected spill onto your tongue. he kisses away the saltiness before pulling back, to gaze down on you, “that was three, looks like you owe me one more date,”

I don't think I can add anything that these tags don't already. I'm a big sucker for fics that play up Seungmin's calculating intelligence

dim lights (work nights)

synopsis: work party. seungmin is a suit. a glass of wine. oh, you are so done.

pairing: lawyer!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: workplace romance, fluff, teensy angst

warnings: drinking, punching jokes, swearing

word count: 1.2k words

a/n: been in my drafts for like a week hehe. suit seungmin has me screaming. anyways, enjoy and pls drop any and all feedback!

"I'll be charging ten dollars to punch him in the face, upon your generous request," murmured a low voice tantalizingly close to your ear.

You scoffed, "The things I want to do to Davies go far beyond a modest punch to the face. Those things could get me in jail."

One arm across your waist and the other's elbow propped upon your hand, you turned to face the owner of the honeyed voice that just offered you an extremely lucrative deal moments. Swirling around the remaining wine in your wine glass, you studied Kim Seungmin as he studied you.

"In that case," Seungmin sighed, "You'll have to pay my legal consultancy fees which, I'm afraid is far higher."

A laugh bubbled from your lips as Seungmin smirked at your rage. Watching one of the many people you were currently pitted against for a promotion kissing up to your boss made anger blossom within you. Then again, you weren't exactly known for being the most level-headed lawyer employed at the Prescott, Park and Daley Legal Firm.

But you, along with Seungmin, were known for being the best.

You offered Seungmin eyes that reflected betrayal. "I thought you would bail me out for free. I thought we were friends," you chastised.

"We most definitely are not friends, darling," said Seungmin smugly.

A smirk was forming on his lips and an eyebrow was ticked up. You felt yourself being stripped bare under his piercing gaze and flirtatious smile. Oh how he loved torturing you.

You caught your lip between your teeth to drink him in, deciding to conveniently ignore the fact that your teeth were currently in the process of being stained by your dark red lipstick. Seungmin's hair was styled to perfection, his skin was glowing and his eyes stayed on you as if you were a person he wished to learn every fold of. His three-piece suit was tailored to perfection and hugged his body perfectly.

You looked away and hoped he attributed your flushed face to the wine you were drinking. He was right though. You and Seungmin were not friends, not in the conventional sense. It was more of a situation where being paired up so much over the seven years that you spent at the firm caused to the two of you to become comfortable in each other's presence.

Both you having graduated top of your class from law school (you went to Harvard Law while Seungmin opted for Princeton), you both joined the law firm at the same time, full of dreams and aspirations. At first, you both considered one another as rivals. Constantly being compared truly made you inhibit a sort of begrudging sense of dislike towards him.

However, working your first together, truly made you realize how he was actually a very caring person. Seungmin constantly knew what to say to you without even saying anything. He brought you food and made you ramen after he found out your extreme affection towards the Korean delicacy.

You and Seungmin, however, came from strikingly different backgrounds. Seungmin lived comfortably and had a wealthy upbringing, which caused people to often underestimate his hard work. You went to school on an eighty percent scholarship but still worked three jobs to pay of your student loan, causing people to often very offensively doubt your etiquette.

You heard the rumors about rich kid Seungmin during your initial weeks at the firm. Allegedly (you are a lawyer, of course you use the word allegedly more than any other word over), he lived in a high rise apartment with so many floors that a helicopter, a fucking helicopter,crashed into the side of it.

You took extreme pride in being the only one to know that this was, in fact, true, as confirmed by the man himself.

Forcing your eyes to go back to Seungmin, your gaze sat on the horrendous lump which he called his 'tie'.

"It's on wrong," you remarked, motioning towards Seungmin's tie. He gave you shrug. "Fix it for me?"

You set down your now empty glass on the sleek granite table and the private restaurant lounge your colleagues and high playing clients were currently in. The low jazz music and soft lighting gave the entire room an ambience of romance. This was only heightened by Seungmin's sudden desire to covertly flirt with you.

Reaching around his neck to undo his tie, you never broke eye contact with him. You could feel his gaze start from your eyes and trail all the way down to your black stilettoes. He had a faint smile on his face. So he likes what he sees?

Finishing with a scoff, you send him away with a pat on his arm in a futile attempt to diffuse the tiny fireworks that were popping all over your body. Seungmin disappeared into the crowd to socialize, leaving you his scent surrounding your very being.

Grabbing another drink (a mojito), you walked over to the table where Seungmin's paralegal, Hyunjin, sat scrolling on his phone. Both of you being ambiverts who leaned more towards the introverted side, you both often found yourself sitting at the quiet people table in silence.

You could see Hyunjin's welcoming eyes move from you to somewhere behind you, morphing into one of distaste. You followed his line of sight to find your paralegal, Yeji, downing shots like her life depended on it. Although Hyunjin loved his cousin, he wouldn't be caught dead doing the things she did.

"You're painfully fond of him," started Hyunjin in mock annoyance, "It's disgusting."

You rolled your eyes at him and gave him a light slip. Hyunjin dramatically feigned pain and pushed a plate of food towards you. Your stomach rumbling as if on cue, you pounced on the food and relished it. That was one good thing about these corporate meetings; they had free food, at least as far as girl logic went.

Finishing up with a satisfied sigh, you looked up only to lock eyes with a notorious Mr. Peterson, a heavily disliked client who loved hitting on women. The bartender, Chan, offered you a sympathetic smile and slid you a shot of tequila.

"You're gonna need it," he said pitifully, patting your hand twice for reassurance.

Suppressing the urge to slap the now emerging Mr. Peterson and plastering on a fake smile, you turned to face the cause of your sorrow. The short, balding man's attempt at making any nonsensical, non-professional conversation was shot down by you quickly. You waved around your hand around, hoping he would take note of the large diamond ring that sat nestled in you finger.

You hoped he would take the hint about your marital status. You were loyal to your husband to a fault. Behind you, a Kim Seungmin watched you in amusement. You felt both sadness and anger seep into you. Sadness because he wasn't near you and anger because you were left alone to deal with a human shaped insolence.

Finally escaping from the clutches of Mr. Peterson grubby hands, you put your head down on the cold marble slab. Your hands held your heels and your head was already pounding from the effects of alcohol. Behind you, you heard a laugh that you knew unmistakable belonged to Seungmin. Turning around, you came face to face with a seemingly put together and knowingly exhausted Seungmin.

"Working hours are over," you said wearily.

"So?" came Seungmin's dry response.

You held your arms up like a child. "So, would you like to carry your extremely drunk yet adorably lovable wife home?"

Seungmin pressed a kiss to your forehead and duly obliged.

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request. you falling asleep on skz’s chest and telling them you love them for the first time in your sleep

sorry it took me so long, anon! but here is the request u sent me

BANG CHAN

— it would be a little late in the night when you finally fall asleep, maybe around 11pm. it’s one of the rare days chan doesn’t allow himself to fall prisoner to another all-nighter (not that it ever bothered you, but chan’s been making effort in spending more time with you in the present instead of in his head)

— he definitely sleeps better with you, how could he not? with your head on his chest and your cheek a little mushed and your lips in a small pout and your ear to his heart. it’s perfect circumstances to sleep and your breathing is such a lullaby to him, and a reminder to ground himself in the present more to enjoy moments like these. you guys don’t get to cuddle often so it’s nice to take everything in when he can

— chan’s just on the verge of falling asleep when you say it and i think he wouldn’t be able to believe it first (talk about an instant alarm ?). he’d just blink down at you for a moment before the sweetest smile plasters on his face, the crinkled eyes until they almost disappear and lip biting type to stop himself from smiling too much

— his heart would just expand tenfold because you really are the person he sees himself with in the future and to hear those three words he’s almost told you a million times before leave your lips is just so reassuring and so beautiful to him; that you love him back, and he can’t wait to tell you in the morning

— when he’s finally processed it, he’d lean down to kiss you .. just every part of your face. but like, he’s so careful about it so you don’t wake up

— he falls asleep maybe half an hour later because all his life his mind has been running and running and running but with you in his arms, and those three words, he feels so safe that he allows his mind to rest. sometimes, it’s enough to just let his heart beat and love

❝ i love you. god, i love you too. i’ve been wanting to say it for so long now. ❞

LEE MINHO

— i think lee know’s def the type to know he’s in love first because it’s such a drastic difference to suddenly consider you in everything when he used to never do it before and he’s not oblivious to his feelings. like he’s the same but also so different ? little gestures of love would build up to his light bulb moment that he is so in love with you and he wants nothing more than to tell you but he doesn’t want to scare you off

— you stay over at his house when it happens. doing schoolwork? cramming for a paper? somewhere along those lines. you never notice the time when you’re with him and suddenly seconds turn into hours and it’s too late for you to commute home and lee know’s mom used their car so he can’t drive you home either. just proposes you stay over bc it’s not like you haven’t done it before

— you two always spend silence in comfort so he doesn’t know you’re asleep at first when you say those three words to him and the way you say it is so faint that he almost misses it. but he doesn’t. he hears it loud and clear

— his heart swells even more when he looks down to see your eyes closed and your mouth slightly parted and his response is just the fondest expression on his face. the most endearing smile and a finger brushing over your features because wow, this is the girl that snuck her way into his heart and unknowingly stole every part of him

— would brush your hair out of your face to see you properly before finally whispering that he loves you too. he’d say the three words the next morning.

— years later, he’d always brag he was the first to tell you that he loved you but you’d never know it was you. it’s a little secret he keeps to himself, and the moment is so intimate that it’s his only

❝ ah, (name). you’re all i’ve ever wanted, did you know? ❞

SEO CHANGBIN

— for changbin, i truly believe there is no moment of sudden realization. he’s well acquainted with love like i think he’s most in touch with that emotion. he feels so deeply and i think he learned most of that from his mother. he wouldn’t be afraid to embarrass himself in the name of love. in fact, he thinks it’s the greatest feeling on earth and it’s something you shouldn’t ever take for granted (i’m sorry, i’m a softie changbin enthusiast)

— everything is steady with him. loves you more day by day by day but he’s always known he’s been in love with you and nothing is ever overwhelming with him like it’s always so safe

— when you say it, he feels his heart beat 98383 times faster because what do you mean the person he’s so in love with loves him back ? like i feel like it just doesn’t cross his mind honestly. like he loves you and that’s that and he’s satisfied with loving you but suddenly his whole world just stops when he hears those words

— changbin would try to keep his position still though, even though he feels like jumping around and spinning you around in his arms but he just doesn’t want to shake you awake from your sleep

— spends the rest of the night thinking about you saying that you love him. there’s nothing more beautiful than the reciprocation of a feeling of love so great

❝ i love you, and that’s always been enough for me, but god does it feel so great to hear it from you. ❞

HWANG HYUNJIN

— he loves like in movies, in books, in art. despite being such a hopeless romantic though, everything is actually so new to him. it’s only with you that he experiences that shortness of breath, that jumble of words, that all-nighter because you can’t stop thinking about the person you love the most, and those damn butterflies

— even the first time you fall asleep on his chest, he freaks out. and he freaks out even after the 9183th time but who can blame him? he may look like such an expert, such a poet, such a man of love, but he’s nothing more than a boy who’s falling in love for the first time

— so, it is the 9184th time you’re asleep on his chest and he has a hand running through your hair when you mumble it in your sleep

— FREEZES. for maybe a good 5 mins? honestly it feels like forever because he really is frozen. and then, that music plays. the music when the love interest shows up on the screen in movies. it plays in his head and his heart is pouncing like crazy and it’s just such a moment to be in love

— pulls you closer when he finally recomposes himself and has the most lovesick smile on his face for maybe an hour before he allows himself to fall asleep because this is all he’s ever dreamed of

❝ you’re someone straight out of my dreams. ❞

HAN JISUNG

— to me, jisung feels a little reckless when he loves. but like, not in a bad way. it’s more like, he’s been careful his whole life and keeping on a guard because he values his silence and his comfort over everything else but god, when he loves? he jumps straight in. he jumps even without the guarantee of anyone catching him. when he loves, there is no doubt, no second guessing. he simply dives head first

— he’s falling again, falling and falling, it’s never ending. even as you fall asleep on his chest one afternoon after watching a movie together

— he JERKS the moment he hears you say it like actually just jerks from his place and accidentally wakes you up from your slumber

— you freak when you wake up thinking that something must’ve happened because he’s staring at you with wide eyes but at the same time, he’s also apologizing for accidentally waking you up. you’re just in the process of asking him about it when he cuts you off by kissing you

— when you kiss him back, there is nothing in his head but “wow, so this must be the feeling of being caught” because he’s finally landed safely in your arms after all that falling

— don’t be mistaken though, he’d fall over and over again because the feeling of having you catch him is so addicting

❝ (name), is this real? ❞

LEE FELIX

— oh felix, the sweetest boy who falls in love in the sweetest way. definitely is the type to see colors brighter and hear music louder and just have all his feelings amplify because of you. stars come together when you look at him and he feels himself revolving around you like he’s just !!! there is no explaining how deep this boy loves. it’ll be like fireworks, like earthquakes, like thunderstorms but it’ll also feel like breathing and the quiet patter of rain. you get every variant of love with him because he’s so adamant on showing you every part of him

— you two cuddle up to each other all the time. he loves skinship, he loves physical touch, he loves holding you and being held and kissing you and hugging you and everything that makes it feel like you’re close to him so he doesn’t question when you fall asleep on his chest

— he’s on his phone, probably taking a picture or video of you when you suddenly say it. there’s just instant tears in his eyes the moment the words leave your mouth. he cries because he’s overwhelmed that you feel the same way about him and he’s scolding himself for being so dramatic over it but also he seriously cannot stop crying like what have you done to him?

— smiles and cries and laughs and leans down to kiss your head over and over and over and you can only ask why his eyes are so red and puffed when you wake up and he wastes no time to tell you that he loves you. drops it immediately. he’s been waiting forever to say it anyway (actually, he’s said it quite a few times but only when he thinks you can’t hear)

— won’t stop saying it anymore like every hour is a good opportunity to tell you that he loves you

❝ i can’t get over how beautiful it is to love and it’s all thanks to you. ❞

KIM SEUNGMIN

— the peak best friends to lovers story. seungmin isn’t the type to throw the feeling of love around. he isn’t the type to fall in love quickly either. he falls in love in moments you spend as friends, but it also kind of takes him such a long time to admit it because he’s always rejected the idea of romance and the gentle emotions that come with it. he’s so used to teasing and tough love that he suddenly can’t function properly when he realizes he’s growing softer because of you

— seungmin holds out from saying ‘i love you’, mostly because it’s hard to rid the stubbornness he’s carried all his life, but don’t get me wrong. there are so many times when he’s almost said it but stopped himself before he could. maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to startle you either. it’s a scary feeling after all, and being his best friend, you know about all his flaws. how could you choose to love him despite it all?

— even so, he is still powerless to love. no one can ever go above the feeling no matter how hard he tries. when you say it in your sleep, he finally lets go of whatever he’s been holding on for so long. he’s ready to willingly admit he’s in love with you and has been for such a long time

— he runs a hand through your hair, just thinking of how comforting it is to be with you, of how you make him smile without even having to be there with him. just the thought of you makes him so happy and it’s infuriating because why does losing to love feel so much like winning instead? is it because it’s you he’s falling in love with?

— would ask you if you’re sure because he’s someone that values sureness, honesty, and just Purpose. he loves on purpose and he wants to make sure you love him by your own choice too. he’s always chosen to take every step closer to you all his life

❝ do you really mean that? please mean it. ❞

YANG JEONGIN

— time always slows when you’re with him. he also gives me romance between friends because like seungmin, he’s not the type to take love lightly. he only ever says the three words in important moments. he never wants to just throw those words around because romance is so important to him, and he’s always been the one to seek for it because it’s so beautiful

— when he meets you, he just thinks, so this is what love is. he understands now why people tell stories about it, why it’s subject to so many songs. he understands when he looks in your eyes

— it’s an afternoon of teasing where your eyes meet and you just double in laughter because whatever the hell you’re talking about is so funny to only the two of you. the boys will never understand the language you’ve crafted for yourselves

— you fall asleep after having played games and ran around and teased each other all afternoon and it’s in his arms while the two of you are watching a movie

— when you say it, he falls silent. he closes his eyes and crosses his fingers and prays he isn’t just dreaming this up, might pinch himself even because it’s just so unreal to him that you love him like he might be the Foolish silly type but when he loves, he really does give it his all

— you wake up at one of the louder scenes of the movies and you’re like ??? why is jeongin staring at you like that so you’re like stop staring .. but he kind of just grins really LOVESICK and you’re like oh my god what is happening. he’s looking at you different and his eyes are softer

— with a yank of your shirt, he kisses you and mumbles how much he loves you against your lips

❝ i love you. and i will choose to love you everytime. ❞