I Don't Think Jinhwa Can Describe Yoonah Without Somehow Implying That She's Slutty Or Something.

I don't think Jinhwa can describe Yoonah without somehow implying that she's slutty or something.

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ꕤ     IN A GLANCE  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀   ––––   [   12:42 PM @ JINHWA’S OFFICE   ]

as the track comes to a close, jinhwa looks up from adrian’s sticker ridden laptop, nodding.

“it’s good,” the man says, causing the three of them to cheer quietly, adrian and aki high-fiving before aki holds yoonah’s hand tightly.

“it’s not exactly what the public wants from her though,” the room is silent as jinhwa shrugs, clasping his hands together. “baebi has a…certain reputation around her. it sells well. do you get what i’m saying?”

yoonah gets it. it makes her face hot and stomach drop but she gets it. she doesn’t want to get it but she does.

“are you calling her a slut?” adrian asks, brows knitted with a disgruntled look on his face. aki sighs through her nose, holding yoonah’s hand a bit tighter as the younger looks down at the floor. “that’s kinda fucked up, sir. she’s capable of–”

“listen,” jinhwa interrupts, putting his hand up to silence the other, causing adrian to blink a few times in shock. “i’m not calling her a slut. i don’t think she is one. the general public however does,” jinhwa explains, speaking with his hands as if he’s going through the motions of how the media dehumanizes yoonah.

“we cater to them. we make money.”

“yeah, i get business. i have a degree in it,” adrian deadpans, “but there’s better business moves than...whoring her out.”

jinhwa sucks air between his teeth, clearly getting annoyed with someone arguing with him and not backing down easily.

"it’s too soft for her. people don’t want to see her soft. people don’t want to be soft with her, they want to fuck her,” jinhwa bluntly says, causing yoonah to swallow, reaching up to wipe under her eyes when she feels heat brim them. aki looks at yoonah, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, watching a look of guilt wash over his face when he looks at yoonah, hearing her sniffle.

jinhwa sighs, reaching over the desk to put his hand out to her. yoonah sighs, silently taking the man’s hand as she looks up with another sniffle, hot tears spilling over her waterline and down her cheeks. jinhwa tilts his head, sighing softly as he gives her hand a squeeze.

“it can still be on the album. you can even do a stage or two for it,” jinhwa offers, talking to her like she’s a child needing consoling. she feels that way like this pain can never be soothed. there’s no way she can soothe it, she just has to let it sting and burn until it eases away or she gets used to it.

she thought she was used to it, learning to ignore the too long gazes of those she doesn’t know. but in situations like these, it’s like a sharp slap in the face, violently reminding her of the burning stares and harsh cruel words.

“i just want to wear a pretty dress,” yoonah whispers, causing jinhwa to nod, faux sympathy on his face. he’s an incredible actor. he should’ve won an award for it.

“we’ll work something out,” jinhwa promises, lifting her hand to kiss the top of it gently. when he lets go of her hand, she stands with a sigh, knowing the meeting was practically over anyways. she can’t stand to be there anymore, not with jinhwa, not around people, not in that office that felt like it was getting smaller with each passing second.

she just wants to lay down.

정윤아 … …  (  VENI, VIDI, VICI.  )

You wouldn’t leave till we loved in the morning. You’d learned from movies how love ought to be and you’d say you love me and look in my eyes, but I know through mine you were looking in yours.

CHARACTERS :  JUNG YOONAH  …  SON JINHWA  

WORDS : 3.2k

WARNINGS / NOTES : Mental break downs. She cuts her hair off aggressively idk. Depression. Low self esteem. She’s mentally ill. Smut. Age gaps ( 23 + 38 ). Boss and employee relationships. It’s not too heavy of a piece so just read with caution !

Yoonah sniffles as she leans over the sink, hands holding tightly to the edge. She doesn’t know why she’s crying, when she started crying, or when she’ll stop crying all she knows is that she’s crying and it won’t stop.

There’s this unbearable weight on her chest, on her shoulders, on her back––Everywhere. Everywhere is heavy. It’s such a numbing weight that feels like her body is caving in on itself, muscles collapsing, bones breaking, and organs spilling out of her. She’s disintegrating right in front of the mirror.

Yoonah shuts her eyes tightly, a pathetic sob leaving her lips as she hangs her head. Her tears drip into the sink. She wonders if she can fill the sink with how hard she’s crying. That’d be so funny, she thinks as she lifts her head to look into the mirror, staring at her reflection with wide wet eyes.

Her long dark hair is cascading over her shoulders, hanging in front of her face, framing it in a way that others have said is beautiful. She doesn’t feel beautiful, she feels like a monster. An unlovable monster with a pretty face that doesn’t even feel pretty anymore. Her face feels like a messy conglomeration of broken glass doll faces, each broken piece belonging to a different doll, being glued together crudely to create her face. 

She hates it. She hates everything about her reflection.

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정윤아 … …  (  VENI, VIDI, VICI.  )

You wouldn't leave till we loved in the morning. You'd learned from movies how love ought to be and you'd say you love me and look in my eyes, but I know through mine you were looking in yours.

CHARACTERS :  JUNG YOONAH  . . .  SON JINHWA  

WORDS : 3.2k

WARNINGS / NOTES : Mental break downs. She cuts her hair off aggressively idk. Depression. Low self esteem. She’s mentally ill. Smut. Age gaps ( 23 + 38 ). Boss and employee relationships. It’s not too heavy of a piece so just read with caution !

Yoonah sniffles as she leans over the sink, hands holding tightly to the edge. She doesn’t know why she’s crying, when she started crying, or when she’ll stop crying all she knows is that she’s crying and it won’t stop.

There’s this unbearable weight on her chest, on her shoulders, on her back––Everywhere. Everywhere is heavy. It’s such a numbing weight that feels like her body is caving in on itself, muscles collapsing, bones breaking, and organs spilling out of her. She’s disintegrating right in front of the mirror.

Yoonah shuts her eyes tightly, a pathetic sob leaving her lips as she hangs her head. Her tears drip into the sink. She wonders if she can fill the sink with how hard she’s crying. That’d be so funny, she thinks as she lifts her head to look into the mirror, staring at her reflection with wide wet eyes.

Her long dark hair is cascading over her shoulders, hanging in front of her face, framing it in a way that others have said is beautiful. She doesn’t feel beautiful, she feels like a monster. An unlovable monster with a pretty face that doesn’t even feel pretty anymore. Her face feels like a messy conglomeration of broken glass doll faces, each broken piece belonging to a different doll, being glued together crudely to create her face. 

She hates it. She hates everything about her reflection.

With quick moving hands, she opens the cabinet behind the mirror, grabbing the pair of scissors Chloe keeps in there for her bangs. With a rushed shut of the cabinet, she’s back facing herself, pulling her hair down harshly and bringing the scissors to them, cutting without a second thought.

She keeps cutting and cutting and cutting until her hair rest just slightly below her jaw, a dark puddle of hair around her feet and decorating the sink. Her crying has stopped, only sparse sniffles leaving her lips as she stares at the unrecognizable face in the mirror, blinking a few times.

She’s looking at a stranger. Her fingers rake through her short locks, taking a deep breath at the way the hair ends a lot sooner than she plans it to. It’s oddly freeing, making her feel a thousand times lighter. Yoonah slowly smiles at herself, dropping the scissors into the sink to wipe her eyes with her shaky fingertips.

Her hands take her cheeks into her palms, squeezing her cheeks together before pulling the skin to the side, eyes watering once again as she rubs her face, pressing hard and dragging her skin in various directions as if to remold her face into a new one. When it doesn’t work, he hands drop back onto the sink, full lips forming a tight line.

Yoonah runs her hands through her hair again as she slowly pushes herself away from the sink, turning towards the door. She doesn’t bother cleaning up the floor or the sink, she leaves the bathroom a mess, knowing Chloe will clean it because that’s what Chloe does best.

“Oh,” is the first thing she hears when she steps out of the bathroom, causing her to look up and her eyes to narrow. It’s just Aki, so Yoonah doesn’t pay her much attention. Even when she begins to ask if she’s okay, Yoonah just brushes past her and into her room, shutting the door behind her with a slam that echoes through the dorm.

She’s in the stylist’s chair the next morning, Jinhwa standing beside her with crossed arms, displeased.

“What is your problem?” Jinhwa asks, clearly annoyed with this stunt. Yoonah looks at him through the mirror, eyes tired and bloodshot. There’s silent contempt in her usually soft eyes, it makes his jaw tighten.

“You.” She deadpans. The stylist stops working for a second, stunned by her cold response before beginning to run her fingers through Yoonah’s freshly styled hair.

Jinhwa inhales sharply, snapping his fingers at the stylist. She looks up with big eyes, following his silent command that she leave, putting her styling tools on the table and rushing out.

Yoonah swallows, looking down at the ground as she feels his hands rest heavy on her shoulders. She swallows, putting her hands in her lap and keeping her gaze on the floor. She doesn’t know what Jinhwa is going to do next, he’s just watching her through the mirror, squeezing her tiny shoulders.

“I do so much for you, Yoonah,” Jinhwa starts, causing her to roll her eyes already. When she does his grip on her shoulders tightens. She doesn’t care. “I take such good care of you. I always have, haven’t I?”

Yoonah swallows, nodding slowly as she looks up to look at his face. Her eyes wide yet unreadable.

“And you still act like this…I don’t get it,” He sounds so sad when he asks her that, making her chest ache. She bites the inside of her cheek, feeling his hands lift from her shoulders and begin to run through her straight short hair.

“I don’t either,” She says honestly, letting their eyes lock through the mirror. She feels heat flash behind her eyes and bottom lip quiver. “I get so overwhelmed with all these emotions I don’t understand and-and,” her hands move in the air as if she’s trying to grab onto the words so she can say them, “And I do things I wouldn’t normally do. It’s so scary,” She tries to explain, sniffling quietly as she looks down again, pressing the heel of her palm against the waterline of her eyes.

Jinhwa gives her a sympathetic look, walking around so he’s in front of her, kneeling down to be at her level. His hands rest on her knees, rubbing the flesh softly with his thumbs. His eyes study her outfit, the simple black slip with white lace trimming. It’s just a bit too nice looking to be considered casual, but not enough of her is covered to be considered classy. 

Jinhwa likes it though, he likes everything she wears. He’s always thought Yoonah was beautiful, still is beautiful, he could stare at her for hours if she let him.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Yoonah whispers, reaching out with one hand and resting on his shoulder, holding tightly onto his shirt as she wipes her eyes with the other hand. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Yoonah,” Jinhwa whispers, lifting his hands up to take her face into his and wipe her tears with his thumbs. Yoonah leans in his touch, taking his face into her hands. “I always said I would take care of you,” He pulls her face forward, pressing their foreheads together. Yoonah swallows at their closeness, breathing slowing down at the way their noses brush together.

They’re so close. It makes Yoonah’s heart beat faster, tilting her head slowly.

“I love you, Yoonah,” He tells her honestly, making her smile with watery eyes, laughing softly with a nod. “You have to let me help you.”

“I love you too, Jinhwa,” She says without hesitation, meaning each word. She loves Jinhwa, always has and could say it with ease. There’s always been love between them. Yoonah believes their souls are intertwined, tied together with a thick red string that keeps them together. Jinhwa gently tucks her hair behind her ear, smiling fondly at her features.

“Gonna miss the long hair though,” He teases, causing her to laugh, looking away from him with a shake of her head. Jinhwa smiles at her, leaning in and kissing her cheek, causing Yoonah to blush.

She can’t remember the last time she’s actually blushed because of a man, turning her head back towards him with wide eyes, blinking in shock at him before her eyes flicker to his lips then back up at him.

It feels weirdly right like this was supposed to be happening and they were meant to be where they are right now. Her heart starts beating faster as she leans closer. Jinhwa feels like the apple she shouldn’t take a bite of, the forbidden fruit she should stay away from but he’s so tempting she can’t help it.

“Do you want me to kiss you, Yoonah?” Jinhwa asks, hand resting on the back of her neck. She nods quickly, not even hesitating. Her eagerness makes Jinhwa smile, humming softly as his thumb strokes her jawline. 

“Can you say it?” Jinhwa purrs, holding her by her chin as his lips hover just barely over hers. “I want to hear you say it.”

Yoonah practically melts on the spot.

“I want you to kiss me,” Her voice is quiet, pitching at the end of the plea, holding a bit tighter onto his shirt, hoping to pull him in. Jinhwa groans quietly, leaning in and colliding their lips in a deep kiss that’s been years in the making.

Yoonah moans against the man’s mouth, taking his face into her hands to keep him close. Her lips move feverishly against his, desperate for more at just the smallest taste. Her whole body is so warm, slowly growing hotter and hotter the more her hands explore wherever they can reach. Jinhwa pulls away with a smack, hand still holding onto her jaw to keep her looking at him.

It’s not like she needs the guidance. Her eyes always go to Jinhwa no matter where they were, no matter who’s in the room, and she knows he does the same. It makes her smile, staring into his eyes with heavy lidded ones. His hands slide down her neck and shoulders to her waist, causing goosebumps to cover her body, making her bite her bottom lip when the tips of his fingers graze over her thighs.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you like this,” He whispers, kissing her lips softly again as his fingers wrap around her thigh, squeezing the flesh softly before pushing them apart. She easily complies, letting her legs part slowly for the man, moving towards the edge of the seat so he could touch her more. 

She wants more. She wants to be touched. She wants to be loved.

“You always could’ve,” Yoonah whispers, letting him pull her panties down and off. Their foreheads press together, she can feel his breath on her lips as their noses bump together. “I would’ve let you.”

“You weren’t ready,” His fingers slide between her legs, finally, making her release a shaky sigh, eyes shutting in bliss at just the softest touch. His digits slowly sink into her, her hands digging into his biceps as a small moan is pushed out of her.

She wants to argue, tell him she’s always been ready, but nothing can come out of her mouth except small moans. It feels like she’s watching a fantasy of her’s play out not actually living it. Her brain lit alight by something she’s wanted for so long finally happening.

“Gonna let me eat your pussy? Hm?” Jinhwa coos as his fingers fucking into her faster. The wet sounds that come from between her legs borders on humiliating, making her cheek bright red. She can’t remember the last time she’s gotten this wet this fast, it borders on embarrassing but she doesn’t care. Jinhwa loves her, he’d never judge her.

“Mmm, I know you taste so good,” He groans, leaning in and colliding their lips in a messy and uncoordinated kiss. His fingers curl inside her, making her gasp against his lips, digging her nails into his arms.

“Need it. Need you,” She pleads against his lips, tugging on his shirt to show how desperate she is. She wants him to know how desperate she is, how badly she needs him, how badly she wants him. 

Jinhwa slowly drags his fingers from her heat, rubbing a few small circles on her clit just to watch her body stutter and her eyes flutter shut. She’s such a sight to see, beautiful as ever as she keeps her legs spread wide as she sits on the edge of her seat, hips hanging off and silk slip bunched over her hips. It’s a sight that will forever be burned in his mind.

Yoonah takes a sharp breath when the cold air from the air condition hits her wetness, making her eyes fall down on the man in front of her, her finger slipping in her mouth. She wants herself occupied in some way, biting the tip of the digit with a small whimper. 

Her other hand grips her bunched up dress tightly when she sees the man’s dark gaze, stomach knotting in anticipation.

“So pretty, baby,” Jinhwa gushes, leaning in to kiss the top of her thigh before kissing the inside of muscle, lips pressing firmly to the soft skin. “Everything about you is just so pretty, hm?” he nips gently at the skin he just kissed as he places her legs over his shoulders. 

Yoonah feels like her body is on fire, filled with a light she hasn’t felt in months. It makes her arch against the seat subtly, taking a deep breath as her hand falls from her mouth to run through his black hair.

As if both their patience ran out simultaneously, Jinhwa licks a stripe up the length of her heat. Yoonah juts forward at the feeling, whimpering helplessly at the sensation as Jinhwa groans at the taste, licking another stripe up eagerly. “Such a sweet little cunt,” he mumbles, voice gruff, repeating the action again, holding Yoonah’s thighs to hopefully still her so he can work with ease.

The feeling is one Yoonah knows she’ll never find words to explain, pleasuring slithering up her body and straight into her brain. Her head falls back against the leather, swallowing thickly as her eyes fall down to watch him in awe, panting quietly before a high moan spills out of her when the tip of his tongue under the bud, rolling it around.

“Oh my god,” Yoonah gasps, eyes shut tightly as her thighs immediately squeeze around Jinhwa’s head but his hands are quick and hold them open, continuing to work his tongue against the bundle of nerves until Yoonah dissolves into a squirming and whimpering mess.

“I–I–Fuck, it feels so good,” Yoonah whines as one of her hands tangle into Jinhwa’s hair tightly, things trembling under his grasp when he moans against her. He’s sloppy with his tongue, rubbing messy circles into the swollen bud. 

It feels like decades since someone cared about her pleasure like this which only makes her brain become more useless, not a single coherent word stumbling from her lips. The only thing she can focus on is the warmth of Jinhwa’s tongue working against her clit like his purpose in life is to make her feel good.

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” Yoonah pants, head falling back to hit the chair as her hips roll against his face. Any thought that runs through her head comes out her mouth at this moment all Yoonah can think about is how much she loves Jinhwa and how good he makes her feel. 

Jinhwa licks at Yoonah’s pussy like he’s starved, leaving her nerves shot and stomach knotting tightly. All Yoonah can feel is the heat spreading throughout her body, lips parted and nothing but whines and short breaths leave her lips.

A loud moan is punched out of Yoonah when she feels his tongue drag down and pushes inside her. She slaps a hand over her mouth as if it’d make a difference now. Anyone who walked past the room they locked themselves in knew what was happening in there.

“So good, so, so, so good,” Yoonah gasps, licking her lips as her eyes flutter shut, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please keep going–” 

Yoonah can feel herself beginning to come undone, palm pressing harder against her mouth to try and silence herself but it’s a futile effort. Her volume gets louder and louder the longer she teeters on the edge before finally a squeal leaves her lips, muffled by her hand, falling over the edge. Her back arches  as her hips jerk against Jinhwa’s tongue desperately, fingers tightly so tight onto his strands, he groans at the burn of his scalp.

Yoonah’s body shakes against his mouth as her orgasm rolls through her, body vibrating and feeling like she’s on fire in the best way. A brutal wave of euphoria runs rampant through her entire body to the point where tears spring to her eyes and her hips twitch as rides her orgasm out against Jinhwa’s skilled tongue. 

It gets too much almost too fast, causing Yoonah to push Jinhwa’s head back with a whine. She hates being overstimulated, unable to handle it without crying. She doesn’t want to do that with Jinhwa, not now anyway. She pants softly as Jinhwa pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, still on his knees for her.

“You feel good?” He asks as if it isn't obvious, making her laugh softly, shaking her head slowly, smiling.

“Yeah,” She nods, “Yeah, you could say that.”

He’s laughing now too, pushing himself to stand up. Yoonah’s heavy eyes look the man over, landing on the outline of his hard cock through his pants. Her eyes look up at his face, smiling coyly at him as she pushes herself up and reaching for the bulge but he shakes his head, taking her hand into his.

“No, no, it’s okay.”

Yoonah blinks up at him, confused.

“You’re hard,” She states, “I can make you cum. You deserve it.”

He shakes his head, bringing her hand to his wet lips, pressing them to her knuckles.

“No, it’s okay. I’m fine. This was about you,” Her eyes watch his lips in slight confusion, never hearing something like this from a man before. Yoonah’s brows knit, looking at the bulge in his pants then up at his face again.

“Are you…Are you sure?” Yoonah can’t remember the last time she didn’t make a man cum let alone the last time a man didn’t let her make him cum. Jinhwa nods, patting her dress down for her. She swallows, watching him lift his hand and brush her hair back. It’s soft and gentle, it makes her heart skip a beat.

“Next time,” Jinhwa promises, his hand taking her cheek into his palm, smiling softly at her when their gazes meet. 

“Next time?” She wonders, tilting her head into the older man’s hand. He nods, still smiling at her, stroking her skin with his thumb.

“Yeah, next time,” Jinhwa raises his brows, “Only if you want a next time, of course.”

A future with Jinhwa flashes through her head, stability looks just in reach. It makes her smile, nodding quickly.

“I would love a next time.”