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Hyunjin x reader. (s,f,a)

Author's not: Happy birthday to the most beautiful boy, Hwang Hyunjin!

Adonis.

That's what comes to your mind when you see him.

Adonis as in that one mortal, who is so beautiful even, the goddess of love herself, Aphrodite, fell in love with him.

And he is so beautiful, so painfully beautiful that you can't look away. A long nose, small eyes, pointy chin, and lips as red and as luscious as the forbidden apple that entices you to take a sinful bite.

"You need a lighter?" He asks.

The neon sign above you illuminate his face with a reddish glow adds a mystical aura to his appearance.

You stand there leaning against the bricked wall with an unlit cigarette dangling between your teeth, mouth slightly parted and unable to speak.

You stifle a nod instead.

He pulls a lighter out of his jacket and flicks it on in a second until a flame forms, then light the end of your cigarette as you take a drag.

You exhale and take the cigarette off your mouth, when the smoke disappears, you see him smiling at you.

"You have beautiful hands," he says while looking at your hand with the cigarette stuck between your middle and index finger.

No one ever praises your hands before, and you never paid any attention to them either, you just think of them as hands, nothing special about them.

A group of people comes out of the back entrance and starts talking, replacing the silence with their loud chatters.

He steps close enough to stand next to you and leans close to your ear.

"Can I draw you?" He asks.

You stifle a laugh, thinking if this is what people say when they try to flirt with someone nowadays? You get skeptical if that's his intention with you, plus, the request is so strange. Why draw you? Why did he choose you of all people?

Your curiosity kicks in and tells you to say yes.

"Yeah, sure," you answered.

He takes a step away, put his hand in one of his jacket pockets, and pulls out a pen, he tugs the cap between his teeth.

He grabs your other hand, and you get startled at how cold his hand is, he holds it up with the back of your hand facing up.

He writes something on the skin, the needle of the pen is sharp, it is one of those drawing pens with a pointy end, glad you can tolerate the pain by looking at how attractive he looks with a pen cap tugged between his teeth that you can see the faint mole on under his left eye.

Once he finishes writing, he caps the pen back then lets go of your hand.

"That's the address of my studio," he says.

You look down at his writing on your skin, even his handwriting is beautiful, thin cursive letters in black ink, the curl of the letters mimics his smile.

Then there is his name at the bottom, Hyunjin.

"Come whenever you can," he adds, then shoves the pen back into the back pocket of his jeans this time.

"Okay," you replied even though you were too busy admiring his penmanship than learning his address.

"Okay," he said back to you.

He walks backward, stepping away from the glow of the neon sign with a small smile dancing on his face, "I'll see you," he says.

"See you," you muttered to him.

You watch him walk away until his figure disappears, engulfed by the dark of the night.

You toss the unfinished cigarette smoke onto the concrete floor and step on it, you don't smoke at all, you are merely using the cigarette as an excuse to get out of the stuffy club.

And you're glad you did, because who would have thought you'll meet such an attractive man.

-

A week later, after class, you are surprised to see him again, standing outside your campus building, standing with his back against the tree at the park of the campus with his hands deep in his jeans pockets.

He stands up when he spots you walking out of the entrance of the building, he doesn't hesitate to walk up to you.

"I'm sorry that I'm impatient," he begins speaking, staying a foot away from you, "but I need to know if I can draw you," he finishes.

You look around and see that everyone glances in your direction, it is either because everyone knows everyone in here, or that Hyunjin is not fitting to be considered as a law student. You look at his faded jeans and a flannel shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, he stands out but you think it's because he is gorgeous.

But your head is filled with one big question at that time:

"How do you find me?"

He licks his lips, they are in a shade of pink under the sunlight, like the color of the cherry blossom.

"It's not hard to find you," he says.

You tip your head to the side with a questioning look on your face.

You take him to one of the coffee shops near campus and buy him a cup of hot coffee, he is more excited for the napkin though, which he immediately grabs at it.

"Can I borrow your pen?" He asks.

You rummage through your bag and pull out a pen, hand it to him on the table. He uncaps the pen and starts drawing on the napkin.

Your eyes look down at his hands, at the prominent veins on the back of his hands, the slender fingers decorated with rings, a chain bracelet dangles on his slim wrist and swaying along with every stroke of the pen on the napkin.

Mesmerized by the way his hand gripped the pen and the other hand splayed on the table, you don't hear his question until he asks again.

"Pardon?" You asked him.

"You're a law student?" He asks without looking up.

His voice was soft and light, almost melodic.

"Yes," you answered.

"Are you going to be a lawyer?"

You clear your throat and shake your head to stop ogling at him, "Uhm... yes," you replied.

A small smile blooms on his face, "how sexy!"

You blink a few times, afraid to respond to his exclamation, afraid that you misheard him. Did he just say sexy?

"Fight injustice, defend helpless people, arguing in court in black suits," he continues, "That's so sexy to me," then shots you a glance before looking back down at his doodle on the napkin.

You awkwardly smile at him, still unsure how to properly respond to his indirect praise.

You quickly come up with something to say, suddenly remember why you take him for coffee.

"So, how do you find me?"

"Not that hard to find you," he replies, eyes glancing up at you for a few seconds then back onto his doodle.

"That doesn't explain a lot," you said to him.

He stops scribbling and looks up at you, "not that hard to find a beautiful girl like you,"

"Convincing!" You scoff.

It's kind of annoying how you can't easily read his intention towards you, most men are looking for someone to fool around with, but he doesn't look like one, he looks like he wanted to make a fool out of you.

He leans in again and continues scribbling on the napkin, "I met one of your friends, the one you came with to the club and asked her about you,"

Now you get it how he knows, he should have said it sooner.

"Are you afraid that I stalked you or something?"

He's way too good-looking to stalk a nobody like you, plus, you don't have an exciting life worth stalking for, to begin with.

"Because I don't have beautiful hands, they're just... hands," you said to him, then take a sip of your coffee.

He slides his drawing at you on the table then clasp his hands together on the table.

You are wrong for saying it's a doodle, a doodle is a mindless drawing you do when you're bored, but this, this is a real drawing, a drawing of your face.

The drawing would look even more beautiful on a proper sketch paper, or even better, a canvas.

"Oh wow, this is..." you trail your words, it's so good that you can't find the words to finish your sentence.

"This is so great," you finished, but great is still an understatement, it is wondrous, amazing, beyond.

He leans forward on the table, so close that you can see the tiny mole under his left eye even under the afternoon sun.

"Is that enough to make you believe that I'm an adequate artist to draw you?" he asks with one eyebrow raised.

He recognizes why you put your guard up high, that is normal to him, and that maybe his request shocked you.

You realize that you might have offended him for not trusting his skill, but it isn't about that, it's just the way he approaches you in a peculiar way that makes you alerted, put your guards up high.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way,"

"I know, it's alright. It's not the first time," he assured you with a smile.

Oh, so he did it before, you said in your head.

"Why didn't you come to my studio?"

"I lost the address," you show him the erased address he wrote on the back of your hand, but you actually saved the address in your phone but decided not to come.

He nods in acknowledgment, reclines on his seat, takes a long look at you.

"Why don't you come with me to my studio now?" He invites.

He is so bold, daring like everything he does overflows with confidence, there's no hesitancy in them.

"I can't, I have another class," you replied, reminds you to check the time if you have enough time to walk to your next time, "and by the way, I have to go,"

You gather your things from the table, and he hands you your pen back along with his drawing on the napkin, "I'll come to your studio," you promise him, then get up from your chair.

"I write the address on the napkin so you have no excuse to not come to my studio," he says as he takes the first sip of his coffee.

Gosh, he's so persistent.

"I will come to your studio," you convince him then leave for the door.

-

You keep your promise.

You come the next day on a Saturday afternoon, climbing the stairs that led to his studio because there is no elevator.

You knock on his door, it takes a moment for him to finally open the door. His hair is tied into a low bun with a few loose strands curtained his face, and he's wearing a sleeveless black top with dark jeans.

"I came," you said to him as he stands there in the doorway, looking at you with a hand holding the door open.

He shots you a smile, then steps away from the door, "come in!" He says with a hand gesture to let you into the house.

You don't expect his studio is also where he lives, and sleeps.

The spacious room is divided into two big rooms, the first half which is also the bigger half of it in the studio and a kitchenette pushed to one side of the wall near the front door and the other half is his bedroom and probably a bathroom or something, you can't look inside.

As you wait for him to get you a drink, you look around his studio, stacks of canvases on one side of the wall, a wooden table filled with art supplies, from brushes to cans of paint, and the floor is tainted with drops of paint.

You walk to the window, a large window that takes the most portion of the wall with a view that overlooks the city.

You hear the sound of a camera shutter and turn around to see him taking a picture of you with a camera.

He slowly put down the camera from covering his face, "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he says.

He puts down the camera on the table and walks up to you, holds out a can of drink at you.

You take a sip of the fruity drink that surprisingly refreshes you, "you live here," you said to him.

"I do everything here," he says back, also taking a sip of his canned drink.

"So, how are you going to draw me?" You asked him, putting down your canned drink on the nearby table and saunter to the collection of his paintings on the other side of the wall, bending down to observe each one.

You look over your shoulder, "you just need to draw my hands, right?"

"Actually," he puts down his drink and comes up to you, "I have something to ask from you,"

"What's that?"

"Is it okay if I draw you naked?" He asks you.

You chuckle at him, that's two strange requests from him already.

"Not fully naked," he quickly adds, "just half-naked,"

You lean against the shelf of his art supplies, "without buying me dinner first?" You joked.

He softly laughs and brushes his hair to the back, "it's still afternoon so I can't buy you dinner, yet,"

"That's fair!" you beamed.

He waits for your answer, crossing his arms together and eyes staring at you with his mouth slightly parted open.

You've never done this before, modeling for something especially naked, but you like the rush that comes from it.

You stare back at him and say, "okay,"

Hyunjin drags a single sofa from his bedroom and positions it on one side of the room, slightly facing the window.

He turns around and sees you unbuttoning your blouse with your back facing him, he watches as the piece of clothing slides down your arms and you place it on the sofa.

He would love to help you unclasp your bra as you reach to your back to do it yourself, but he relents and walks to take his drawing equipment.

"Do I sit here?" You asked him as you make your way to the single sofa he put in the corner of the room.

"Yes," he answers.

Hyunjin returns with a sketchbook and clutches a case filled with various drawings pencils and pens then sit on a stool just a few feet from you.

"Do you want me to do a certain pose?" You asked him, you get confused about what to do with your hands.

"Just sit comfortably," he says as he flips open his sketching book.

You decide to put your legs up and fold them on the sofa and sit facing him, "Is this okay?"

When he glances up, Hyunjin has to stop sharpening his pencil for a moment to look at you, sitting half-naked on the sofa, your skin glows under the sunlight that shines through the window.

He walks up to you and stops right in front of you, his hand reaches for your hair and puts them behind your ear, then puts the rest of your hair to the back of your shoulders, preventing it from covering your chest.

You look up through your lashes when his hand stops at the side of your face.

He holds his breath, trying to fight the urge to not touch you further, and quickly walks back to his stool.

"Just tell me if you need anything," he says.

"Sure," you affirmed.

The room gets quiet as he starts drawing that all you can hear is the strokes of his pencil against the paper and your low intake of breath as you calm yourself down.

You don't know what causes your heart to beat this fast, it is probably from the way he takes a look at you, he would look up and stare at you for a few seconds before glancing down at his eyes.

The intensity of his stares mixes with how gorgeous he looks when he's fully concentrating, is a dangerous treat.

From the strands of hair falling on his face, a crease between his eyebrows, or the way his fingers wrapped around the pencil as it dances on the paper, then there's the occasional small smiles playing on his face when he looks at you.

"Have you drawn anyone before me?" You asked him.

"Yes,"

"Did you also tell them to take their clothes off when you first met them?" You poked fun at him with a low chuckle.

Hyunjin smiles, "Not technically,"

"Why me?" You asked him, you've been wanting to ask him this since that day he visited your campus.

Hyunjin stops drawing and looks up at you, "I think you're beautiful,"

It's a cliché answer, but you give him a chance to deliver his reason to backs up his answer

"You captivate me," he adds.

"From the first time I set my eyes on you, I just know I have to draw you,"

Your heart that was beating out of its chest a few seconds ago, and just now skips a beat when you listen to his sincere answer, makes you wonder if you were as beautiful as he thinks you are.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure if I can draw you," he says as he picks up his pencil.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that I can't do justice with my drawing," he said.

"That the drawing will look much prettier than me?" You teased.

He lightly shakes his head, "it's the other way around,"

It's easy to spot someone when they're being phony, but as you keep looking at him and into his eyes, you can prove that he is not one.

You stare into each other’s eyes for a while now, communicating through the silence until the sunlight dims as the day is about to be replaced by the night.

Hyunjin puts his drawing away and walks up to you, he looks down at you for a while, and a hand reaches for something behind you.

"I think it's enough for today," he announces, then wraps your body with a blanket.

You put the blanket around your body and clutch it together, "is it done?"

"No, not yet," he replies.

He put his stool away, carries his sketchbook and drawing equipment away then heads to the kitchen, "can you stay a little longer?"

You walk up to the pile of clothes on the sofa and begin to put it on again.

"Why?" You asked without looking at him as you fumble to clasp your bra.

"I'm going to buy you dinner," he said.

You laugh at his way of keeping up his promise, "of course,"

You just don't know that Hyunjin also wanted to keep you here longer than he wanted to.

After dinner, Hyunjin opens a bottle of wine and fills two glasses with the crimson red liquid, the aphrodisiac smell wafting around the room.

You sit next to each other on the sofa, taking sips of your wine and eating fruit slices that he skillfully peeled and sliced earlier, then put it on a wooden board in a rather pleasing look.

He treats everything like a piece of art.

"How long have you been doing this?" You asked, leaning forward with a hand under your chin and prop on your knee, admiring the paintings hung on the wall across from you.

"Three years now," he replies.

"Has this always been your dream?" You asked again, put your wine glass down on the table, then turn your head at him.

Hyunjin never had this question asked to him before.

It takes him a moment to get an answer out of his head, "It's just happened," he honestly answers.

"I never thought of being one before. I just started drawing one day and I like it. And I want to keep doing it, until now!" he explains.

"Then what about tomorrow?" You half-heartedly asked.

He sees how your hand splayed on your jaw, and he gets the urge to hold your face, "to be honest, I don't know," he says.

"But that's so exciting, isn't it?"

He puts down his wine glass, "not knowing what tomorrow brings,"

You bite your ring finger between your teeth as you process his answer in your head.

He reaches for your hand on your lap, "May I?"

You nodded at him, permitting him to touch your hand.

He holds it up and observes it like your hand is a treasure that has been kept underground for centuries.

He compares your hand size with him, and you almost laugh at how his hand could engulf your hand in his, or maybe it's the alcohol you consumed that makes you loosen up around him.

Hyunjin slips his fingers in your hands next, then sighs.

"So perfect," he murmurs with his eyes looking at how perfectly his fingers fit in the spaces between your fingers.

When you think he would stop the moment he unclasps his hand from yours, he brings your hand close to his mouth, he holds it up and what he does next is unexpected.

He kisses your fingertips, one by one, with his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted open that you can feel his warm breath.

It never crosses your mind that you would feel his plush lips under your touch, and he kisses the inside of your hand next, "so beautiful," he beams with a sweet smile then place your hand on one side of his face.

He is so, so beautiful, and it hurts.

You close your eyes because he keeps drawing you in the longer you look, but then he kisses you, so softly then all at once.

You sigh because it feels like he satisfied the thirst you never knew you had, and his kisses are so sweet, intoxicating, like the wine you had earlier.

He holds your face like he wanted to do, and he regrets not doing it sooner, holds your face like you are a fragile piece of glass that could break if he holds it too hard.

"Let me have you," he breathlessly says against your lips.

You are not sure what he meant by that, whether he just wants you to satisfy his desire, or he wants to really have you.

You are sure it is the former, and for now, you are willing to give him that.

You let him hold you, kisses you deeper and harder, sucking the air out of your lungs until it burns and your head gets dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

You pull away just enough to catch a breath, and he slides his mouth down to your throat, you tilt your head up to allow him to place small kisses on the skin.

You slip your hand into his dark locks, silky and smooth, exactly like you have imagined in your head.

"Come with me," he whispers into your ear.

He withdraws himself off you, then gets up, holds out his hand out at you.

This feels like one of those moments where your choice would shape out your whole life, you look up at him, wide-eyed and slightly dazed.

You look at his face, then at his hand, tirelessly waiting for you to take it.

You take a look at his eyes once again, looking at you with a wistful gaze, then take his hand.

A hand that pulls you to step into another part of his life, a secluded one that he doesn't just share with anyone and lets you in.

His bed is unmade with the duvet making a pile on the center of it, you softly smile at him.

"This isn't part of your plan?" You joked.

"I didn't think you would really come," he responds.

You exchange a glance at him, and he grabs your hand, pulls you close against his body so he can kiss you again.

You take each other’s clothes off until there is none left to cover your body, and he impatiently roams his hands around your body along, whimpering at how soft you feel under his touch.

He tosses the duvet to the side before gently laying you down on the bed, stands there at the end of the bed just staring at your stark naked body on the white sheet of his bed, your cheeks blushing with your thighs pressed shut.

He thinks of so many things he wants to do to you, first, he wants to feel you all over. He sits next to you on the bed, a hand runs down to touch every part of your body.

He replaces his hand with his mouth next, kisses every inch of your skin with his plump, red lips and the wet marks he left on the skin, burning with desire.

You are barely functioning, you just lay there as he kisses you down and takes every searing kiss with your eyes closed while trying not to fall apart underneath him.

No man ever made you feel this way, so admired and worshipped, and the way his eyes tenderly gazing at you, makes you feel less insecure and safe.

Once he has done making a long trail of kisses, you pull his face close by his neck to kiss him, properly kiss him as you would to your lover.

He is far from being your lover, but you're willing to risk mistaking him as one, just for this moment, only for the night.

"I want to feel all of you," he says to you.

"I'm on the pill," you informed him.

And with that being said, Hyunjin let his hands roam around your body, freely and greedily, with mouths latching with yours non-stop.

His hand goes to your gushing core, tracing your folds, and lightly runs his slender fingers down your slit, wetting them with your arousal.

You sigh into his mouth when he starts circling your clit with his thumb then applies gentle pressures on it, making you arch your back to seek more friction.

With a careful move, he inserts one finger inside you, and he deems it not enough, so he adds another digit, two fingers inside you now.

You moan and let go of his kiss, eyes flicking to where his two slim fingers going in and out of you.

Hyunjin also watches how his fingers disappeared inside you, and he curls them, finding your spot to send you close to your climax.

Your hand flies to his wrist and tries to stop him but failing, quickens the pace that makes your toes curl and digs into the mattress.

"Gosh, I can feel you clenching around my fingers," he murmurs, close to your ear.

You turn your head at him and let him see how good he makes you feel.

"So beautiful moaning like that," he praises.

Your hand reaches for his arm and claws the flesh as the knowledge inside you tightens, then crashes your mouth with his to moan out loud into his mouth as you climax.

He kisses you back, open-mouthed, slobbering, and hungrily, pins you under him in a few seconds. Now that he knew how tight you feel around his fingers, he can't wait to feel you around his cock.

He teases your sensitive core from your previous orgasm with the tip of his cock, and you squirm, a few low moans slip past your mouth.

You arch your back, ready to take all of him inside you.

Hyunjin kisses you once again and keeps his eyes on you as he begins slowly pushes his length inside you.

His focus is torn between watching how his cock is buried inside you little by little or watching your face with your jaws slacked open from the immense pleasure of being filled by him.

Hyunjin lets out the most beautiful moan you ever heard, like a melodic tune when he fully bottomed out, and you pull your knees up to let him penetrate deeper and earn a loud groan from him.

"Oh, I'm going to lost it," he groans again, "you feel so good," he lowers himself on top of you, his mouth seeking solace on the crook of your neck.

After a moment of collecting himself by kissing you, he begins moving, thrusting into you, all the while his eyes bore into you and not breaking the eye contact even for a mere second.

Your breasts jiggling along to the hard thrusts of his hips against you, this is just your preferred kind of sex where two individuals are enjoying being inside each other and truly present in the moment.

He caresses your cheek, "what are you thinking?"

"Nothing," you answered because there's nothing inside your head right now but how good he feels inside you.

You put your hand on his neck and look deep into his eyes, "I can't think when you're fucking me this good,"

He smiles at you, then sink his mouth on you again, devouring your lips with his slobbering kisses as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Hyunjin cums inside you right after you cum around him, and he holds you so tight as he places a kiss on your mouth.

And he tastes so, so sweet.

-

You don't expect him to contact you after you leave him early in the morning, and it's been almost a week now, if he is indeed looking for you, he would have already.

He got what he wants, either drawing you or having sex with you, he got both, therefore, he has nothing left he wanted to do with you.

Hoping he'd come and see you again will only be a waste of time, so you let it go. He's nice, good-looking, a talented artist, and the sex was good, you put the end right there and move on.

At the end of the week, your friends force you to come with them to the club because uni has been a pain in the ass, and you cave in.

You are never good at being in a crowd, the feeling of being surrounded by people makes you uneasy, and you don't bother of using a cigarette as an excuse this time, you just get up and leave for the emergency stairs that lead you to the rooftop.

There are a few people in there, smoking and chatting, probably avoiding the crowd as well. You head to the corner and lean forward against the concrete barrier that lets you overlook the city, it feels nice when you feel the night spring air brushes your face, enveloping you in a warm invisible embrace.

"You need a lighter?" A voice asks.

You turn around to see him, standing just a few feet away with his hands deep in his jeans pockets.

"I don't smoke," you replied.

He tips his head to the side, "then that time...?"

"I needed an excuse to get out," you explained.

"Ah!" He nods repeatedly.

He walks up to you and stands next to you, looking out at the city view with its city lights like pinpricks against the dark of the night.

"I'm disappointed to find you were gone in the morning," he sadly says.

You can't ignore the fact that you did feel bad for leaving him that morning, especially remembering how you stayed there looking at him lying face down against the mess of the bed, like a fallen angel.

"I just thought that there's nothing left to see in me anymore," you honestly answered.

You hate to sugarcoat anything, if the truth is that bitter then take it like a big girl. And the truth is, there's not much he can see in you anymore, he had seen everything.

"Then why am I here looking for you?" He asks.

"Well, it took you days to finally find me," you subtly sneered.

"Because I have to finish the drawing first, so I have something to show you,"

You turn your head at him, at his beautiful face that you can't get enough of looking at, he doesn't have to invite you to make you come with him, he exceeds your expectations by appearing in front of you, therefore, you have nothing to doubt about him anymore.

"Let me see it," you said to him.

It takes only a few minutes of drive to get to his studio, and he lets you, holding the door open for you.

He leads you to the piece of drawing placed on an easel, he must have just finished it because the pencils are still scattered on the table nearby.

"Shouldn't you be closing my eyes and leading me to the surprise?" You said to him.

He snaps his head in your direction, "should I?"

You lowly chuckle, "It's too late for that,"

Your first instinct when you see the drawing is to touch it, it feels so real and alive, then when you truly see it, you wonder if it's really you, the person on the drawing.

He stands behind you, close enough you can feel heat emitted from his body.

"Why did you leave that day?" He suddenly asks as you admire his drawing.

"Were you scared?"

You withdraw your hand from the drawing, "A little," you honestly answered.

It's better to avoid something, avoid feelings and the misery that comes with it, sooner than later. You don't care about being called a coward, loser, have a commitment issue, you'd rather be the one leaving than the one who's being left.

"Would it scare you if I tell you how I really feel?" He asks as he comes in closer behind you, his chest against your back, heaving with every breath he takes.

He puts his hands on your arms and stays there, he buries his nose in your hair that you feel his warm breath on your scalp.

You hear him sigh so low, like the sound of the wind.

"When I told you to let me have you, I meant it," he says with his hands moving down to meet your hands and clasping it together with his on your sides.

"And I'm going to say it again,"

Your heartbeat quickens, out of rhythm, out of control, and you wonder how you still function when you think you're about to get a cardiac arrest.

Hyunjin puts his head next to yours and turns his head slightly to the side, mouth close to your ear.

"Let me have you," he says to you.

Your skips a beat, no, you believe it skips two beats, you died for two seconds that you grip his hands to take you back to life again

It's not a question, it's a plead, a plead tinted with desperation and hope at the same time.

Hyunjin takes your hands and crosses them in front of you, then hums with his mouth on your neck.

"Will it scares you that the moment I say yes, you cannot escape me?"

You turn your head at him and meet his face, "It'll be an honor to be stuck in your maze," he says.

He opens his mouth then captures your lips in a dazzling kiss, a kiss that knocks on your chest and breaks your heart open, a kiss that sets everything in motion.

Even though it's not the first time he does it with you, that doesn't stop him from taking his time to adore you, admiring your body, touching you, and caressing you with such loving.

He takes your hands and kisses each fingertip, ends it with a kiss inside your palm.

And you close your hands when he finished, hoping you get to keep all his kisses inside your fists.

He plants his hot mouth on your cunt, encourages you to move your hips against him as his tongue incessantly laps your gushing core.

You put your hand in his hair and gently tug at it, a little too hard when you cum on his mouth.

He settles himself beside you on the bed, kissing you with his hand fondling your breast, "have a sweet taste of you," he says against your lips.

And you get a taste yourself on his lips and how it arouses you even more that you lick the rest from around his mouth.

He pulls away just enough to leave a little space between you, "do you like the drawing?"

"You make me look so beautiful in it," you said even though it doesn't answer his question.

"That's how I see you," he says with a hand cupping your jaw. "You're so heavenly," he praises along with a peck on your lips, "so divine," he adds with a peck longer than the previous one.

It would be easy to believe his words if he isn't as beautiful as he said you are.

His beauty prevails anything and anyone you have ever laid your eyes on, it's ethereal and otherworldly.

It makes you wonder, whether he's really yours or you make it all up in your head as you stare into his two dark orbs of his eyes.

"Are you even real?" You asked him in utter disbelief.

He smiles, and instead of replying, he asks in the same, utter disbelief, "Are you really mine?"

You kiss him this time, so hard until you are convinced that it's real and that he isn't fragments of your imagination.

You believe Hyunjin put intimacy above anything, sex isn't just physical for him, it is bonding and trust, a union of not just two bodies but also two souls. You can feel it through his attentive touches, the tender gaze, the gentle kisses, and when the pleasure gets too overwhelming for him, his hand reaches for yours on the bed to clasp it with yours.

You both cum around each other at the same time with his forehead pressed on yours, and you hold him, his body goes rigid as he releases his seed inside you with eyes screwed shut.

He holds you close, not leaving even an inch of space between your bodies as you both drift to sleep with blissful smiles on your faces.

-

A hand grips your wrist when you're about to get off the bed.

"Are you leaving me again?" Hyunjin asks with eyes closed.

You softly chuckle, "You want me to pee on the bed, then?"

He sleepily smiles at you, "you have one minute to get back here,"

"Better hurry then!" You said.

He finally lets go of your hand and starts counting down from 60, slurring his words in the process.

You put on his shirt and head to the bathroom successfully return to the bed in the last four seconds.

He gleefully smiles when you get under the duvet with him again.

He kisses your lips along with a caress on your cheek, "let's get back to sleep," he says.

You wake up late to the sun is already high up in the sky as you see through the window. You slowly get up, and the duvet slides down your body, revealing your naked body underneath, and see Hyunjin sitting on a chair across from you.

"Morning," you said to him, hugging your knees on the bed.

He flashes you a scintillating smile that his eyes form into two crescent moons.

He puts his sketching book away and crawls onto the bed to kiss you on the lips, "Morning," he says back.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please," you said.

He pecks your lips once again, "I'll get you a cup,"

He returns with a mug of steaming coffee and hands it to you, which you gladly take and wrap your hands around it.

"Do you mind if I finish my drawing?"

You shake your head, "please, proceed," you said to him.

He gives you a quick peck on the lips before sitting on his chair, continuing his drawing.

You sip your coffee while watching him as he glances up at you once in a while, just like usual, there's a crease formed between his eyebrows when he is concentrating.

"Is this how are we going to spend our time together?" You asked.

"You staring at me while I'm watching you draw me,"

He shot you a smile, "is this boring to you?"

"No," you quickly denied.

He puts his sketching book away and sighs, "should we go somewhere?"

"I don't mind staying in," you said to him.

After showering together, Hyunjin takes you on a trip, somewhere he refuses to tell you until you get there. It takes an hour to get there by train, when you arrive at the station, you stop by a diner to have a quick lunch.

He takes you on a walk with him holding your hand, Hyunjin brings his camera with him, and he would stop to take a few pictures of something that interests him.

He takes you to an art gallery, the building itself is so artistic, and when you enter, you look around in awe at how pleasing everything is to the eyes.

Hyunjin leads you to a part of the gallery that hung a lot of paintings on its wall, and you already guessed what he is trying to show you.

"You take me here to brag?" You playfully said to him.

"Yeah, sort of," he replies with a smirk on his face.

You look at the series of paintings on the wall, they're painting of flowers and each painting has slightly different color hues in it, but they oddly make one beautiful gradient of colors, it looks good if they're hung separately or put together as one, either way, it's beautiful.

There's the signature of his name on the right bottom corner of the paintings.

"These are the first paintings that I ever sold," he informs.

He grabs your hand and stands next to you, looking at the paintings together in silence with the same admiration.

"Anemone," you muttered.

"How do you know?"

"My mom is a florist," you shortly replied, "I know the names of flowers by heart,"

"That explains why you look like one," he praises with a smile on his face.

His eyes catch the light and they crinkle like they hold the stars in them.

"And that's also why I never received any flowers in my life," you sadly said.

"Never?" He asks in disbelief.

You shake your head, "Never,"

"I sell them and send them for someone else," you added with a low laugh.

You get quiet to stare at the paintings again, takes a closer look, and see each of his gentle stroke on the canvas, it's amazing how all those strokes of paint can create such a beautiful piece of art.

You put your hand on the small of his back, thumb lazily rub the clothed skin, "this is so beautiful," you said to him.

You can see talent once you see it like this person was born to do this, and Hyunjin was born to be an artist.

"You are so talented," you said again.

"Thank you," he mutters then steals a kiss on your lips.

Finished looking around the gallery, Hyunjin takes you to a bakery shop and buys you a bag of donuts with icing sugar on it.

You take a big bite since the lunch you had was hours ago, the white of the powdered sugar stuck to your lips and around your mouth.

Hyunjin laughs at you but stops you from wiping the mess with your hand.

"Let me do it for you," he says, then kisses you, collecting the powdered sugar with his lips, tongue faintly licks in between.

He finishes with a sweet kiss on your lips, "there you go,"

You take another bite and intentionally make a mess on your lips again.

But Hyunjin only laughs and hands you a stack of tissues this time.

You take a stroll around the city and go to the hill where you can see the view of the sunset over the city, in which Hyunjin cannot stop taking pictures with his camera and sneakily take your pictures without you knowing.

You have dinner at a restaurant near the train station and eventually, fall asleep on Hyunjin’s shoulder on the train back home.

He wakes you up when you arrive and let you rest for a bit more in the taxi, holds you by putting an arm around your shoulder, "you must be tired, mmh?"

You don't answer but nestle your head on the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth even though you're not feeling cold.

He takes your hand on your lap and intertwines it with his, "we'll be home soon," he mutters with a kiss on the top of your head.

Once you get back in his studio, you are fully awake and decide to take a warm shower to wash the day away, Hyunjin joins a while later and helps you wash up your body from the suds.

"Can I borrow your clothes?" You asked him as you dry yourself with a towel.

His hand reaches to untie your bathrobe, "Actually, I want to have you naked on the bed," he says.

He pulls you to sit on his lap with him only in a towel, his dark hair wet and drops of water dripping from its ends.

"Is it okay with you?" He asks you as he pulls you close to hold you, putting his arms around your body.

He parts your bathrobe open and lays a hand flat on your sternum, "I need to feel all of you, skin to skin," he says to your face.

This is the kind of intimacy you never experienced before yet he makes you feel comfortable doing it, moreover, you like having his hands on you, comforting you with his touches.

"Okay," you replied to him.

Hyunjin also takes his towel off before joining you on the bed, he doesn't waste time putting his hands on you, touching you with such care, and kissing your skin.

Knowing that you had a well-spent day makes you happy inside and out, makes you feel content and oddly at peace like you're right where you wanted to be.

You fall asleep carrying those feelings with you.

In the middle of the night, you feel Hyunjin’s hands tighten around you, and you turn your head to meet his, "I want to be inside you," he says.

You kiss him on the mouth to let him know he got your permission.

His hand goes to palm your sex until it's wet enough for him to penetrate you, he lifts one of your legs on the bed then slowly pushes his length inside you from behind.

Even with your head party fogged with sleep, you can't ignore the pleasure of being filled by him.

Hyunjin rubs your abdomen as he keeps pushing his cock so deep inside you and lets out a low groan so close to your ear when he fully bottomed out.

He kisses your neck and jaw, "you feel so good, love," he murmurs into your ear.

He does nothing but goes back to sleep with his cock buried inside you.

Hyunjin catches you again trying to leave in the morning, "you need to stop this habit," he mumbles with eyes closed.

"I didn't mean to sneak out but I need to go," you explained, "I have class today,"

"But it's still," he pauses to glance at the clock on the bedside table, "It's 6 am,"

"I have to stop by my place and change my clothes," you reminded him that you haven't changed your clothes in two days.

"Wear my clothes," he offers.

You softly chuckle as if his clothes wouldn't engulf you whole, "I'll be back here after class, okay?" you said to him.

He stays on the bed with a hand prop against the mattress, you can see that he's not willing to let you go.

"Get back soon, okay?" He says to you then kisses the inside of your hand.

"I will," you come to hover above him, cup his face to place a kiss on his plush lips

"Bye," you said as soon as you let go of the kiss.

-

When you're away from him, you feel like you're going back to reality, back to your boring, strenuous, dull life, and your assignments are piling up, waiting for you to start working on them.

And Hyunjin always needs you around, even though most of the time you spend with him is watching him drawing or painting, and once in a while, he would come up to you for some cuddles and kisses.

You also learn that he is always late for his meals, oftentimes, you have to stop him from working on his art and tell him to eat, you are more than happy to take care of him, but only as far as he lets you.

He's a grown-up after all, and you are not obligated to raise him cause you're not his mother.

And then it becomes a habit, being with him.

A dangerous yet delightful habit.

You feel like a fish out of the water when you're not with him, and you're aware of how wrong that sounds.

You realize that you took part in creating this, but you can't help it, you just want to gravitate towards him, revolves around him as much as he treats you like you are his sun.

There are also times when you just can't help it, you just get this sudden urge to meet him that your feet unconsciously lead you there without you intended to.

Once he opens the door of the studio, you throw yourself at him.

"Why aren't you in class?" He asks as he wraps you around him.

"My class got canceled," you answered.

You look up at his beautiful face that endlessly fascinates you and kiss him, letting him know that you come here for him and that you want him to touch you, kiss you, and more.

You steer his body to the sofa until he plops down onto the sofa, then sits on his lap, straddling him.

Sensing that you are being needy, he smiles at you with his hands holding your face, "tell me what you want," he says.

He kisses you so softly, wet and warm on your lips, "what do you want me to do to you?"

He takes your hand and does what he likes to do with your hands, kisses the fingertips.

"You want me to take care of you?"

His lips graze your hand that he holds close to his mouth as he speaks.

You place a kiss on his lips, a long, dizzying kiss that takes your breath away, then sighs into his mouth.

"I want to have you my way," you said to him.

He moves his hands down to grab you by the waist, "I'm all yours," he said with his eyes looking into yours.

Hyunjin has successfully made a fool out of you, you can't think of anything else when you're with him, but him, he makes you crave his presence in your life, he makes you addicted to his touches and kisses, and without all that, you feel like living while holding your breath.

His existence in your life has come to a great extent, it's paramount.

He looks up at you, watching your face with your jaws slacked open and breathless moans spilling out of your mouth.

Hyunjin’s eyes lower to where your cunt slides up and down his cock then snaps his eyes back up to where your hand kneading your breast that invites him to touch the other one.

"So beautiful, my love," he murmurs at you.

You look down at him and flash him a dreamy smile, lowering your mouth on his again with your hands on his shoulders as you keep moving against him.

Hyunjin drags his mouth down to your neck, making a trail of slobbering wet kisses down your chest until your breasts are right in front of him.

He takes them into his mouth in turns, sucking on the flesh and using his tongue to swirl around your nipples, making them hard and wet.

You can't decide which one is more arousing, you fucking him in the middle of the day or his eyes locked on how your cunt taking his cock with his hands steadily keeping your skirt scrunched up around your waist.

"Hmm yes, love," he coo, "so good,"

With his sweet praises echoing in the quiet room, you pick up the pace, bouncing on him harder and faster, with him putting his hands on your waist, preventing you from falling as you move at a sloppy pace.

"So close, I know you're so close," he breathlessly says.

Sweet nothings spilling out of his mouth as a way to encourage you to keep moving.

"The way you clench around me," he murmurs, "you're going to make a mess out of me,"

You bury your head into his neck and sink your mouth onto the skin, muffle your moans as you climax, cumming around him but keep the motions of your hips going, to ride out your high.

He holds you close and kisses the side of your face, "you're so beautiful," he whispers into your ear, "so beautiful cumming around me like that,"

You kiss him passionately and slowly grind on him to give him a chance to cum inside you, intentionally clenching around him.

Hyunjin smirks as he catches on to your intention, his hands firmly grip your waist to move you against him again to the pace he prefers.

You don't care about having crescent marks on your flesh, you are too fucked out to worry about such things.

Hyunjin bucks his hips from under you and eventually, earn his high and cumming inside you.

He pulls you by your neck to kiss you, open-mouthed and slobbering wet.

You glance down at the clock on the wall and notice you only have less than a half-hour to get to your next class.

You place a haste kiss on his lips, "I have to go," you said to him.

You quickly kiss him again to prevent him from complaining, then carefully pull out of him, you gasp at the sudden hollowness inside you but feel so full at the same time.

Hyunjin’s jaws slack open seeing the white of his cum dripping down your thigh, and you put your underwear back on without wiping the mess first.

You pick up the rest of your clothes on the floor and put it on, all the while Hyunjin watches you while sitting naked on the sofa with his cock wet and softened at the dissipating pleasure.

"Did you just use me?" He jokes as he pulls his jeans back up and zips them close.

You shrug as you button your shirt, "Maybe," you playfully replied. You frantically gather your things around the room and put your shoes on, "I'll be back later," you said to him.

Hyunjin gets up from the sofa to get a kiss from you before letting you leave again, he so badly wants to make you stay and perhaps go for another round.

For the rest of the day, Hyunjin smirks with his mouth slightly parted open for every time he remembers how you walk around with his cum inside you.

-

Hyunjin cannot stop drawing you.

And yes, the first time he met you, he thought you have beautiful hands, but that was before he saw the rest of your body before he could put his own hands on your body and touch your skin, how soft it feels under his touch.

Before he saw the shape of your body against the white bed sheet, the way your waist dipped, how your toes are smaller than his and curls when he touches you the right way, the noises you make, and the curve of your smile that resembles a bright crescent moon.

He believes you are made of lovely, heavenly things only.

When you wake up from the bed with the sun shining down on your naked body, he feels like he is in one of those moments where life imitates art.

Your long hair tousled and fell on your shoulders, a few strands covering your chest, the white duvet pooling around you resembles the foam that gave birth to Aphrodite, and you are a goddess to him, for you always mesmerizing him in so many ways.

Botticelli's The Birth of Venus comes to life right before his eyes.

He has done countless drawings of you but none close enough to depict how beautiful you are to him, and he probably will never be able to.

These past few weeks have been anything he truly wanted from sharing a life with someone.

He likes that you rarely talk, but once you do, it always overflows with charms and warmth, he likes sharing the silence with you but still being able to communicate by body gestures and simple touches.

Sometimes he needs to be alone, in his own space and stuck in his head to stimulate the creativity in him for him to be able to start painting or drawing, and most of the time, he needs your intervention, to reel him back to reality and comfort him.

You understand all of these needs of him without him needing to say a word.

And he thinks he is so lucky to find someone like you!

Knowing that he gets so protective of you and wants to have you just for himself.

This morning, you come up to him and hug him from the back, peppering his shoulder with sweet, gentle kisses.

"I'm going to meet some friends for lunch," you said to him.

He doesn't reply but continues working open a can of paint.

"Will you come with me?" You ask him, putting your chin on his shoulder with your hands around his waist.

"But it's okay if you don't want to," you said again even though he's not responding to any of your words.

Hyunjin can get too sensitive sometimes, and he refrains from saying things, not before he filters it through his mind first to avoid saying things he didn't mean.

"I can't," he finally replies, "I have to start on the new painting,"

You place a soft kiss on his neck with your hands feeling the firm abs under the fabric of his t-shirt, "alright then, I'll just go by myself," you said.

You move your hand to his chin and angle it towards you to kiss him on the lips.

"I'll come back soon," You promised him.

He kisses you back for a brief moment to finally let you leave for the bathroom to shower.

You put Hyunjin’s shirt that you wore to bed into the laundry basket, then turn on the water, test the temperature by holding out a hand under the shower.

You get startled when you hear someone pull open the shower curtain with so much force, and turns out, it's Hyunjin.

And before you can say anything, he splashes you with a can of yellow paint, and it gets all over you, the paint dribbling down your body.

"What is wrong with you?" You snapped at him.

He doesn't say anything but takes off his t-shirt then gets in the shower with you, he picks up another can of paint and splashes himself with it, paints his body blue.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked again with your hands held up in the air, still slightly shocked at what he had just done to you and himself.

"I won't let you leave until we both turn these paints green," he answers.

You sigh and glare at him, slightly upset, but when his hand reaches for your cheek, smearing the blue of his paint on you, you soften almost immediately.

"You can just tell me you don't want me to go," you grumbled at him as he pins you to the tiled wall.

He gently kisses your lips for a few seconds and pulls away, eyes staring into yours, "where's the fun in that?"

He pushes his body against yours, mixing the paints through your bodies and hands, mouths constantly latching onto each other.

His hands make handprints on your body as well as marking it with his mouth as he is nipping at your neck, sucking on the flesh until reddish marks bloom on your skin.

He puts you under the shower and washes your bodies together with the warm water, he triumphantly smiles seeing all the marks he made on your skin when paint washes down, the base of the tub filled with green-hued water swirling down the drain.

He continues by taking you to bed, where he makes love to you so sweetly under the afternoon sun.

Hyunjin usually indulges himself by keeping eye contact during sex, but this time, he flips you over on the bed then hurriedly runs his hand down your spine, admiring how beautiful you look from the back.

He fingers you from the back, shoves his long thumb into your hole with his mouth incessantly kissing the skin on your back.

With the pillow underneath your head, you grip the pillowcase in your hand when he replaces his finger with his cock, and you moan at how good it feels to be filled by him.

He doesn't necessarily have to move to feel the pleasure, just having his cock inside you is enough for him, well, until you clench around him.

That, he cannot control, and his body reacts on its own.

He begins moving to eventually reach your sweet releases together with his body on top of you and hands laced together on the mattress.

He turns you over on the bed and lets you face him with his face only inches away from your face, then slowly presses a kiss on your lips ever so softly.

He rubs your cheek with the back of his hand and looks into your eyes, "I love you," he mutters to you.

You put a hand on his face, "I love you," you muttered back even if it scares you, the way he loves you.

There are two reasons why it scares you: First, you're afraid you can't love him back as much, the other reason, and what scares you the most is that he will tire himself out one day if he keeps on loving you this much, with such intensity, almost obsessive even.

You can only imagine the unbearable pain that comes with it, and you hope you will never get to experience that.

-

The next day starts with him touching you, drawing you close against him on the bed, spooning you, and peppering your neck with small kisses.

A hand on your stomach slowly inches closer to your breast to eventually cups it in his hand, kneading on the flesh with his fingers playing with your hardening bud.

You turn your head to the side to meet his, with your sleepy eyes, you capture his mouth in yours, your hand reach down his body and easily find his semi-hard cock behind you.

He pinches your nipple with his finger so hard, making you yelp against his mouth, and he smirks in return.

You grumble and break the kiss, but he likes you sulking adorably like that, he does the same thing to the other nipple to earn the same reaction from you.

"Hyunjin," you grumbled again.

He laughs on the nape of your neck, "who tells you to be this beautiful, mmh?" He asks with a hand cupping your breast and softly squeezing on it.

Hyunjin can't have enough, lifts one of your legs like he usually does, then pushes his length inside you, painstakingly slow and making you feel every inch of his girth entering you.

You take his hand and put his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them as he keeps pushing the remaining of his length inside you.

He grabs a handful of your ass cheek in his hand when finally bottomed out, softly groaning close to your ear, then presses a kiss on the skin behind your ear.

"Always taking me so well," he cooed at you.

He slowly thrusts into you with a hand rubbing the back of your thigh, keeping it lifted on the bed to penetrate deeper.

"We can't stay in today," he suddenly informs.

You pull his fingers out of your mouth with a sigh, "huh? Why?"

"I got invited to this thing,"

You turn your head at him and bring his face close to kiss him, "you want me to come with you?"

"Of course," he shortly replies.

He kisses you again with a hum against your lips, "I want to show you off to everyone," he says.

You chuckle at his answer, "I'm not an object,"

"I know," he says, "but I want to let everyone know that I have the most beautiful lover,"

Because the word girlfriend sounds obnoxious to him, and he's romantic like that.

You smile at his praise and feel a knot tighten inside you.

Hyunjin groans against your lips, "You just clenched around me, love,"

"You like it when I praise you like that, mmh?" He asked you.

You don't reply but sheepishly smile at him, pulling him for another lingering kiss.

"I happen to have a lot of praises for you," he playfully remarked.

"Where should I start?" He sighs and considers his options.

He clicks his tongue in defeat, "Uhm... every part of you is beautiful," he praises.

You catch his chin between your thumb and index finger, "stop saying such cheesy things early in the morning," you complained, then kiss him.

He takes you to an art exhibition of one of his friends, in which he introduces you and to other people he is well-acquainted with.

His friend takes him to introduce him to someone, "will you be okay alone?" He asked you.

"Of course. I'll wait here," you tell him.

You take the opportunity to walk around and see the art installations, see some paintings, and see his painting that hung against the blue painted wall.

"So, you're his new muse?" A voice says.

You turned your head at the source of the voice and see someone holding a glass of wine in her hand while looking at the same painting with you.

"Excuse me?" You said, just in case she was talking to someone else, despite you're the only one close enough to hear it.

She turns her head at you, "what did he tell you when he first met you?"

You don't say anything but carefully observe her in silence, a tall beautiful woman with dark hair, she is wearing a flattering dress that accentuates her body shape.

"When he first met me, he said I have the most beautiful eyes," she adds,

"I'm sorry?" You asked again, completely fazed by her remark.

"I saw you coming with Hyunjin, so I assume you're together," she finally explained.

You stifle a nod, "yes, we're together"

And she snickers, "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, "it's just that I never thought he would be having a girlfriend again,"

You turn to face her, confronting whatever she is trying to say or do to you, "And you are?"

"You can say that I'm his former muse," she answered.

"Oh, so you're trying to make me jealous?" You bite back at her.

"Jealous?" She asked in disbelief.

"I've been with him before you. Why would I be jealous?"

You tip your head to the side, fully confused with what she is trying to tell you, "what are you trying to say, really?"

She sighs and holds her wine glass down, "I'm trying to tell you that he's not an easy man to be with," she answered.

"Once he's done with you, he'll search for a new muse,"

You scoff at her remark, "Why would I believe you?"

"You're tough," she sneers, but it is not time to praise you.

"But be prepared to bleed,"

She takes a sip of her wine then says, "just saying," before leaving you there alone.

No matter how much you try to shrug her words away, the harder it gets to shake them off. You flinch when Hyunjin returns by looping his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"Did I surprise you?" He asks.

You sigh with the warmth of his body enveloping you, "Nothing, I was so immersed in your painting," you told him, slightly lying to mask your insecurities.

He puts his other arm around you, holding you from the back with his chin on the top of your head, "what do you think?"

"It's beautiful," you answered.

"Just like you," he adds, then kisses the top of your head.

The funny thing is the longer you look into his painting, the sadder you get.

You hold on to his hands to soothe you down, to ward away the fear crippling inside of you, and try your hardest to convince yourself that everything is alright and going to stay like that.

He holds you so tight at night, knowing that you wouldn't be able to stay with him for the rest of the week since you'll be having your exams.

The timing comes at the perfect time because he too has a deadline to finish his paintings for his next exhibition.

His touches that always work to lull you to sleep seem to lose their magic that night.

He senses that you're unusually restless that he places kisses on your bare shoulder while rubbing your abdomen with his big hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You softly sigh and put your hand in his, "I just can't sleep. Maybe the pre-exam stress?" you playfully remarked.

"There's no use to stress about things that haven't happened yet," he said, "you end up stressing about them twice,"

And he is right, there's no benefit in fussing about things that haven't happened yet and probably will never happen, you end up manifesting those awful things, and you don't want that.

"You'll do great," he assures you along with a kiss on your cheek.

There's nothing sexual in his kiss, but somehow it's more sensual than the sex itself, maybe it's the sincerity in it, the words that came before it, and the assurance he gives to you.

You feel so loved and safe, you get so convinced that everything is going to be alright.

You turn around to face him on the bed and look at his beautiful face, radiant even in the dark of his room, you realize that all you need to do is focus on things that matter to you, him.

"You'll do great as well," you told him.

"You're going to finish all those paintings," you added with a finger tracing his narrowed jaw.

"And you're going to do great on your exams," he says back with a smile.

You kiss him with your heart overflowing with gratitude for him, then bury your head in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat to finally fall asleep in his embrace.

-

It had been days you'd been away from each other.

On one side, you're happy you get to have a little space for yourself, but on the other hand, you're afraid that the space you put yourself in will only drive you further away from each other.

Added with the fact that the words from his former girlfriend lingering in the back of your head like a broken record.

You went to his studio right after you were done with the final day of the exam, unlocking his door with the passcode he gave you, then get inside to find him talking to a guy you had never seen before.

You stay in the distance since they're engaging in a serious talk, you catch parts of their conversations, something about his paintings, the exhibition, it seems like this guy wants Hyunjin to finish his paintings before the deadline.

Hyunjin spots you lingering in the kitchen and tells you to come, you obey and walk up to him.

"This is my agent," he introduces you to the guy.

You shake his big, meaty hand and introduce yourself.

After a moment of some light talks, he leaves with Hyunjin sending him on his way.

You wait in the middle of his painting studio to see his unfinished painting on the easel, you touch the visible stroke of his paintbrush on it and feel the roughness of it under your fingertips.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't pick you up at the campus," he says to you as he closes the door behind him.

You turn on your heels to face him, "it's okay, I'm just glad the exams are over," you sigh.

Hyunjin stops on his way and takes steps backward, "wait, I have something for you," he says.

He goes to the fridge and pulls out a bouquet of flowers, smiling while carrying it to you.

"I bought it this morning, and I'm afraid it would wither so I keep it in the fridge," he explains, then hands it to you.

You look down at the red roses, as red as the blood that rushes to your cheeks, making you blush, then looks up at him to flash him a smile.

You can't explain why but you feel a burst of mixed feelings brewing inside of you.

"You said you never received flowers before, and I want to be the first to do that," he says.

Your eyes start brimming with tears, you believe it is caused by the mounting stress and the fears of losing him finally getting the best of you, and with him showing his love like this melts your misery away in an instant.

"Why are you crying?" He asks you with his fingers lifting your chin so he can look at you.

You shake your head, "thank you," you muttered, "I love this,"

He brightly smiles then pulls you into a hug, "you must have been so stressed,"

He pets your head endearingly while you close your eyes with one side of your face resting against his chest.

"What about we take a bath together, mmh?" He suggests.

You look up at him and sniffle, "I'd love that,"

He kisses your forehead, "Okay, I'll have the bath ready for us,"

Hyunjin fills the bathtub with a bubble bath with calming scent in it, he gets in first then helps you get in after.

He holds you with a hand across your chest, splashing your skin with the warm bathwater, and softly washes your body with his attentive hands.

He rubs your thighs under the water, gently kneading on the flesh, glides his hands along your sides to your chest, a hand angles your head to plant a kiss on you.

"Feel better now?" He asks.

"So much better," you answered with a dreamy sigh.

You get so sleepy after the bath and perhaps it is because all the pressures has been lifted off of you.

You lay on the bed facing each other with Hyunjin caressing the side of your face affectionately while looking into your half-shut eyes.

"Your eyes are barely open," he says.

"I'm so sleepy," you mumbled.

He softly chuckles, "go to sleep then,"

You sleepily smile then place a quick peck on his lips, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, love," he murmurs back, then takes your hand in his, bringing it close to his mouth to do that thing where he kisses your fingertips.

You think you dreamed it, but when you wake up in the middle of the night, Hyunjin is nowhere on the bed next to you.

You sit up on the bed, from the bedroom door that he left ajar, you see the sliver of his silhouette in the studio working on his painting.

It crosses your mind to walk up to him and accompany him as he paints, but you realize you can't do much, you might be a nuisance for being there.

You lay back down on the bed and sleep.

-

Hyunjin takes his art seriously.

It's his body and soul.

When you see his paintings, you'll see how much he put himself in them, like he puts a piece of himself in each of his paintings.

That's how much it means to him.

That's also why he gets sensitive when he's working.

You try not to disturb him when he's in element, not even when you see he hasn't eaten his lunch yet. You still check on him once in a while, replace his empty bottle of water with a new one and remind him to eat his meals.

You have been going to bed alone for the past few days, and when you see his sketchbook on the desk, it has been left untouched.

You take a look to see the drawings he made of you, you flip the page to see the drawing of your hands, your feet peeking out from under the blanket, the one where you're sleeping on the pillow, and you realize he had drawn you so many times without you noticing.

Even though you have to go to sleep alone to bed for these past few days, you feel his warmth from the drawing he had done of you.

What you're worried about is the fact that he's getting less sleep every night.

But turns out, that should be the least of your worries.

Because the next day after you're back from campus, he is gone.

He left his phone in his bedroom, no notes, he is just gone. You cheer yourself up by thinking maybe he takes a walk or goes somewhere to clear his head, you wait until evening comes by pacing around his studio.

You fall asleep around midnight, curling up on the bed clutching your phone just in case he tries to contact you.

You wake up at dawn and hear the rustles from the studio, find Hyunjin is working on his painting, you sigh in relief and almost cry because of it.

You come up to him and hug him from the back, you don't care if this will irritate him.

Hyunjin does the opposite, he puts his hands on yours and sighs, "I'm sorry for leaving without telling you,"

You rest your head against his back with your eyes closed, "I've been waiting for you," you sadly said.

"I need to clear my head," he explains.

You nod repeatedly, "can we go to bed now, please?" You pleaded.

Truthfully, you hate being a needy, clingy partner, but you really need to be held by him, you miss his touches, his warmth, to put it simply, you need his presence around you.

"Okay," he agreed.

You take his clothes off for him in which he eventually takes them off himself, it's the rule that he made himself to always come to bed naked.

You get on the bed and wait for him to join you under the duvet, you don't waste time laying yourself so close to him, feeling his smooth skin against yours and sharing some warmth.

You overlap his body with yours to kiss him, placing kisses on his body like he would do to you as a way to comfort him.

You climb on top of him then put your legs on each side of his then sit up to straddle him on the bed.

You grind on him, making yourself wet, then take his hands and put them on your body, kneading your breasts along with his hands.

When you're wet enough to take him, you get up just enough to position his cock under you, align it with your hole, then slowly ease yourself down around him.

You let out a breathless gasp when he's fully inside you, you tilt your head upward.

"This is my happy place," you hummed with a blissful smile on your face.

Hyunjin can't find you more alluring than this, truly enjoying having him inside you, and he also can't deny how much he misses being inside you, your velvety walls wrapped around him, tight and warm.

You lay down on top of him, kissing him hungrily on the mouth, savoring his plush red lips like there's no tomorrow.

"I feel so much better," he sighs with a dreamy smile, "this is exactly what I need,"

He then holds you close and lays his hands flat on the small of your back, rubbing your skin up and down your sides and his mouth placing fluttering kisses on your face.

"You're what I need," he adds.

You smile at him, then nestle your head in his neck, glad that he's back to the Hyunjin who passionately loves you, and loves you still.

And when you think things are back to their right places, you are wrong.

The disappearing, the going somewhere without telling you, and leaving his phone at home getting more frequent as the deadline of his paintings nearing in, it has happened for a few times now that it worries you.

He still has one painting left to do, yet his canvas is still blank, pristine white with no speck of paint on it.

You sigh, understand that he must be having an art block, that's why he needs to get out of the studio, to refresh his mind and get inspired to paint again.

He'll come home late at night, continue painting until he gets tired, then sleep, collapsing next to you on the bed.

No kiss goodnight, no fluttering little touches that he usually does to send you to sleep, he just lays down, closes his eyes, then sleeps.

A part of you is glad that he finally finished his last painting, but the other part of you got sad seeing him working so hard, exhausted and worn out.

You let him get more sleep when you wake up in the morning, get to the kitchen to make breakfast, and brew some coffee.

You notice his bag on the kitchen island with his things spilling out of it, pens, pencils, and books cluttering around.

You place them back inside the bag, then take his book out to see what he's writing in it.

Of course, he doesn't write, he draws on it, from flowers, ducks swimming on the pond, a tree, a building, then a pair of hands in which you guess is yours, then an unfinished drawing of a face.

"You didn't wake me up," he says from the doorway of the bedroom.

You snap your head up and quickly shove his book back inside his bag, "you need to get more sleep," you told him.

"I can't. I have to meet my agent today," he says, then walks up to you in the kitchen.

"Do you want me to go with you?" You offered.

"No," he shortly replies.

You can't hide your disappointment, whether at his quick reply or that he doesn't want you to come with him.

"It'll be a boring meeting, and I won't be long," he explains with a hand cupping your cheek.

You nod at him, understand that maybe the reason why he doesn't want you to come along is that perhaps it's strictly business.

"I'll cook breakfast," you told him with a small smile at him.

He pecks your lips, "thank you, love,"

Hyunjin always keeps his words, but when you glance at the clock and it's past dinner time, and the dinner you have prepared for you two has gone cold that you reheat again to eat it on the dining table alone.

Hyunjin comes home when you're about to tuck in for the night, he barges into the bedroom and collapses onto the bed. He crawls on the bed to hug you, burying his head in your neck, then kisses your cheek.

You catch a hint of alcohol in his breath, "you've been drinking, huh?"

Hyunjin pulls away then lays on the bed next to you, "my agent insists on taking me for some drinks and I couldn't say no," he explains.

Hyunjin starts unbuttoning his shirt but failing since he's slightly drunk that his cheeks redden from the alcohol.

You shift on the bed to help him unbutton it and even lift his body to take the shirt off.

"You said you won't be long," you meekly said.

Once again, you hate being sounded like a clingy girlfriend but the disappearing and the didn't keep his words have pushed all the wrong buttons in you.

Hyunjin let out a long sigh, "the meeting took hours, and I-"

He sighs again, then turns over, lying facing down on the bed, "Actually, can we continue the talk tomorrow? I'm so tired," he says.

You slouch down the bed and lie on your side with your back facing him, wide-eyed and can't sleep, you get off the bed and head to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of water, and gulp it at once.

You see his bag on the kitchen island, you get curious and open his bag to see what he has drawn in his book today, at least, to get a clue on what's inside his head.

You flip to the page to the last drawing he did on it and see a drawing of someone, someone so beautiful with doe eyes and button nose then you flip to the previous page, it's the same drawing of the same person from the side, and you flip again, still the same person and it's the unfinished drawing that you had seen a few days ago.

The fear starts creeping up inside you again as his ex-girlfriend's words are becoming true.

What if you are just his muse?

That you are a person he uses to evoke inspirations in him, and soon you'll be replaced once you're not doing it for him anymore.

You drag yourself back to bed and lay down on the bed next to him with uneasy thoughts running through your head and making you stare at the dark of the room for don't know how long.

You feel a hand around your waist and drags you closer to him, he presses a kiss on your neck.

"Why are you wearing clothes to bed, love?" he mumbles to you.

You start unbuttoning the shirt that you're wearing and hang it on the headboard of the bed, settling yourself down next to him again.

He immediately pulls you close on the bed, kisses your bare chest, then rests his head on the skin between your breasts.

"My love," he sighs.

He takes your hand and puts it in his hair, "I miss having your hand in my hair,"

You comply with his request, softly combing his silky hair with your fingers like you always do when you cuddle him.

But even though he is lying close to you, it's not enough to calm the fear inside you, wild and uncontrollable like a raging storm.

-

"You're so quiet," Hyunjin says as he lays next to you on the bed with a finger tracing the round of your cheek.

"I'm okay," you assured him with a lazy smile on your face.

While in fact, you are not okay.

You have been living your days holding your breath, and you can feel your heart shrink the longer you keep it that way.

You retreat from talking since his exhibition is coming soon and he has a lot going on in his mind already.

"Should we go somewhere?" He asks.

You shake your head.

"How about I cook you something?" He offers.

You hold his hand on the bed.

"Is there anything you want to eat, love?" He asks again along with a caress on your head.

You don't reply but look at him looking at you back into your eyes and close your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your lips.

"I hate seeing you like this," he sadly says.

You feel bad for making him sad because of you, "I crave something sweet," you weakly said to him.

A smile blooms on his face, bright like a sunrise.

Hyunjin makes pancakes and stacks them on a plate, putting a big dollop of whipped cream on it with strawberry slices on top.

He puts a hand on your head then kisses the top of your head.

"Eat well, my love," he says to you as he places the plate in front of you on the dining table.

He watches as you shove a forkful of pancake into your mouth and quickly wipes the cream on the corner of your mouth with his thumb, "is it good?"

You nod with giddiness with a wide smile on your face, then take another forkful and feed it to him, which he gladly eat.

Hyunjin glances at the clock on the wall and sighs, "I have to go," he announces.

"You finish the pancakes, okay?" He kisses your cheek and gets up from the chair.

Once Hyunjin leaves, it's only time until the fear eats you up from the inside again.

On the day of his exhibition, you promised to meet him at the gallery instead of going together since you have to finish some of your college assignments first.

You clutch your purse anxiously when you step inside the gallery, holding your breath as you walk until you find him among the crowd.

He's radiance, almost blinding.

He smiles the moment he notices you coming his way he walks up to you to meet you in the middle.

He grabs your hand, "You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

You've heard him calling you beautiful so many times, and each time never fails to make your heart flips, "thank you!"

He kisses your lips hastily, and you quickly wipe the stain of your lipstick on his lips with your thumb.

"Congratulations!" You greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Thank you," he mutters and when he is about to plant another kiss, someone calls out for him from across the room.

"It's okay, you go," you told him.

"I'll get back to you, okay?"

You nod and watch as he walks to a group of people in one corner of the room.

You decide to get a drink from the table that serves a selection of snacks and drinks, take a glass of drink, and carry it in your hand as you walk to see his paintings.

You are surprised to see a painting of your hands made it to his exhibition, but as you look closer there's a faint mole on the back of the hand.

You look down at your hand in reflex to check if you really do have a mole but can't find any.

Someone accidentally bumps into you as you make your way to the next painting, making you spill all of your drink on your white dress.

"I am so sorry," the girl said.

You look down at your dress and see the big wet patch on the side of your dress, it's ruined but you can't do anything about it.

"It's okay," you meekly said without looking up at her.

You see the red high heels she's wearing since you keep looking down to avoid getting embarrassed with your dress ruined by the wine.

You quickly leave for the restroom to fix whatever you can with the dress, wiping it dry with tissue and the hand dryer, but they can only do much.

You walk back into the gallery and head to Hyunjin to see if you can borrow his jacket or something, but find him talking to a girl.

From the red shoes you spotted earlier, she's the girl who bumped into your earlier. You keep walking but slowing down as the girl slowly turns around on her heels to finally reveal herself to you.

She's her.

She is that person Hyunjin drew on his book.

Then the mole on the back of her hand.

And she is just as beautiful as his drawing, so beautiful that you feel so self-conscious about your appearance.

You walk backward and eventually make your way out of the gallery, keep on walking and walking until you don't know how you get there.

You take a taxi home, back to your place, and curl up on the bed, a crying mess in the dark of your room.

You see your reflection on the mirror across you, you lying on your side with tears in your eyes, and in a time like this, you regret opening your heart, let it be hurt.

You've been loving him at full speed, and now you're forced to abruptly stop. Can you imagine how fatal the crash would be?

Your heart hurts so much that you fisted the sheet under your to hold it in, biting in your choked sobs and swallowing it all, a big bitter pill down your throat.

Your eyes snap open to the banging sounds on your door.

"I know you're inside," he shouts behind the door, "Open the door!"

You know it's him, he must have sensed something is wrong with you suddenly leaving the gallery without telling him first.

"I won't go before you open the door," he shouts again with another series of banging on the door.

You reluctantly get off the bed and walk to the door, you take a deep breath before pulling it open.

Hyunjin dashes inside the moment you open the door for him, doesn't waste his time to confront you, "why are you leaving like that?" He asks you, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

You stand there facing him, in the middle of the small living room of your apartment, "and it's okay for you to keep disappearing but not me?"

He comes up to you and holds your face in his hands, "I thought you understand me, " he sadly says.

"What I don't understand is why you draw some other girl," you said to him.

Hyunjin scoffs in disbelief, "so this is about me drawing another girl?"

You are aware of how petty you sound right now, but you're way past being pathetic.

"I-" you pause to take a deep breath.

"I've been trying to figure out what am I to you? Am I just a muse to you? A model for your drawings? Someone, you sleep with?"

Your voice is trembling from the emotions building up inside you.

"I honestly don't know, Hyunjin," you sadly said to him with your eyes closed as if they would prevent the tears from falling.

"Look at me!" He orders you.

Hyunjin put his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him, and he looks into your eyes, red and pooling with tears.

"How dare you say you're just someone I sleep with?"

You can feel the bitterness in his words when he uttered it right to your face, "you mean so many things to me that I can't put a word for it," softly says, "you are everything to me," he emphasizes on the word everything.

But his words only make you cry harder.

He holds you close, steers your body by slightly lifting your body against him, then sits you down on the end of your bed.

He kneels in front of you, hair tousled with a few strands covering his face, a crease between his eyebrows and eyes looking up at you with a mix of concern, anger, and sadness in them.

"What are you thinking? What makes you think you mean so little to me?" There's an edge to his voice like he could break into tears at any moment.

You keep closing your eyes to stop the tears, but it's a fruitless effort, "I thought you don't love me anymore," you get breathless at the end of the sentence as the lump in your throat clogs your windpipe.

"My God," he sighs, "I made you feel that way?"

You keep crying into your hands as the tears won't stop streaming down your face.

Hyunjin rests his head on your lap with his hands around your waist, you can feel every rise and fall of his chest for every intake of his breath, and he stays like that for a moment.

He snaps his head up, puts your hands away from covering your face, then looks up at you, "I hate myself for making you feel that way," he says in such a low voice that you mistake it for a whisper.

"I am so sorry," he says as he holds both of your hands in his.

You get even sadder to the fact that you are the one who accused of him things, but he's the one who apologized to you.

"I will do anything to prove how much I love you," he says, pressing his lips on your knuckles.

When you look into his eyes, filled with so much sincerity in them, you feel ashamed for ever doubting his love.

"What can I do to make you feel my love?" He asks, then presses his forehead against yours even though you are a crying mess right now.

"Please stop crying! My heart aches to see you cry," he begs.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, and Hyunjin helps by rubbing your neck with his hands.

He leans in and kisses you.

ou return the kiss, slowly and softly, closing your eyes as to not spill any tears again.

"I love you," he says against your lips.

He catches your chin between his fingers and forces you to look at him, "do you hear that?" He asks you.

"I love you," he says again.

You stifle a nod.

"I don't care if you don't love me back," he says, "I love you," then kisses you again, he's whimpering against your lips as if it hurts to kiss you.

He pulls away to place kisses on your face, on your neck with a hand that steadily holds your jaw, and you give in to his will, tilt your head to let him access your neck.

"Take your clothes off for me," he orders as he puts his mouth away.

"I want to show you how much I love you,"

You obey, get up from the bed and start stripping your clothes off one by one then lay down on the bed as he instructed you.

Hyunjin also takes his clothes off then climbs onto the bed, he looks down at your naked body, flustered under his lustful gaze.

He kisses every part of your body affectionately from head to toe, every kiss is longer than the previous one, searing and burning, hot to the touch.

He flips you over on the bed so he too, can kiss the back of your body, from the crook of your neck to your calves.

This is the kind of intimacy you can't just get anywhere, it's beyond, it's not just his mouth all over your body, it's the way he appreciates and admires every inch of your body.

He turns you over on the bed to face him, hurriedly places a kiss on your mouth passionately, he gasps when he let go of the kiss.

"I want to make love to you," he says.

And he's the only one who can say such romantic things, but you don't find it phony or annoying, because you know he meant it with all his heart.

His hand moves to your abdomen and lays his hand flat there, "I want to fill you with a part of me," he says to you.

You nod at him, surrendering yourself at him and to his will with your hands turned up on the bed.

Hyunjin slowly kisses you down your chest as he settles himself between your legs, a hand tracing your folds, teasing your gushing hole with his fingers.

He doesn't break eye contact with you from the moment he gets inside you, making you even more naked than you already are.

You look at his face, hovering right above you, a crease between his eyebrows and a thin layer of sweat from the endless thrust he does against you.

He groans with his eyes screwed shut that he slows down his pace, almost losing it at how good it feels being inside you even though it's not the first time he did it with you.

"You're so good, love," he says to you.

"I love you so much," his voice quivers with the emotions the words carry in them.

And you can feel it too without he needs to say a word.

"Hyunjin?" you called him.

"Yes, love?" He asks you with a tender gaze.

"I love you so much," you muttered to him.

A tear rolls down your cheek the second you let the words out.

It's scary saying those words, and you figure because it's true, also because your love for him overpowers the love you have for yourself.

Hyunjin closes his eyes to let the words sink in, then sighs.

"And I promise never doubt your love for me again," you said to him.

"I don't want you to promise me that," he says.

He holds the side of your face with his hand, "I know that I can be difficult to be around with," he says to you, "I can be sensitive and annoying and stupid,"

"But I want you to promise to always stay with me," he begs.

And it's something you want and can provide for him, giving your everything to him, you want to be needed by him as much as you need him.

"I promise," you answered without the slightest of doubt.

Hyunjin sighs in relief, he feels like he has just accomplished something far bigger than his life, that is you.

"I love you so, so much," he says to you, then places a gentle kiss on your lips, tangles his hand in your hair, and deepens the kiss, for he can't get enough of the taste of you.

Hyunjin drags his mouth down your neck, and you turn your head to the side, catching the reflection of yourself on the mirror.

It's fascinating how you see yourself crying a while ago, and now, you see Hyunjin making love to you in the mirror.

Hyunjin angles your head at him to kiss you on the lips, "I love you," he says again with his lips grazing yours as he speaks.

"I love you," you said back with so much confidence in it this time.

You exchange a loving gaze with each other then lean in for a kiss.

Now that you had a taste of how great the pain that comes with your love is, you feel something shift in your relationship, you don't know what it is, but you hope it's something better.

One thing for sure is his kisses taste different.

He tastes so bitter yet so sweet.

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SIDE B

TRACKLIST:

ANOTHER DAY. - Han x reader. (s,f)

ON TRACK. - Felix x reader. (s,f)

LEVANTER. - Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

SECRET SECRET. - I.N x reader. (s,f)

ANOTHER DAY.

Han x reader. (s,f)

There are so many things in this world but there isn't a space around for him to rest without worrying.

Han started to feel that his life was getting dull.

Everything that excites him didn't give him the same excitement he used to get from it.

His days felt like a big, surreal blur, one after another. The day started with a sigh and ended with an even heavier sigh. He wanted to do so many things but kept being chased by time, but sometimes, he just wanted to abruptly stop, not doing anything.

As he stared out into the void of his bedroom, endlessly sighing and dragging his yawn, he so badly wanted to get out of his stuffy room.

So he did.

He got outside and walked aimlessly, as far as he could go.

His feet led him to an empty park, he sat on the bench that overlooked the city view with the lights blinking, mimicking the invisible stars on the night sky.

He breathe the night air in but every intake of his breath only made his lungs weigh with the dreads he had been dragging around behind him.

He stared at the view of the city again, so quiet and still at this late hour of the night, and everyone probably sleeping soundly in their houses or about to go to sleep without all these worries in their heads.

And he felt alone.

At that moment he felt like the only one with all these miserable feelings, he didn't even want them, it just kept piling inside of him without him knowing.

He felt alone.

He reclined on the bench until his head tipped upward, facing the night sky, and he wondered if he could flip the switch off in his head.

He didn't want to think, he didn't want to feel, he just wanted to be free.

Then he heard the sniffles.

He looked around to find where the sound was coming and slightly got spooked because he couldn't see anyone everywhere he looked.

When he reclined on the bench again that's when he saw you.

You were sitting on the bench next to him, and he couldn't see you earlier because of the tree that blocked you from his sight.

He heard the sniffles again, he scooted to the end of the bench to listen in on you, crying while drinking a can of beer.

He stole a glance and saw you wiped your tears on your cheek with the back of your hand, then gulped your beer again.

"I'm so stupid," you said to yourself.

And he heard your crying grow louder, saw you pressed your forearm to muffle the cries, then roughly wiped it again with the back of your hand.

"Fuck," you cursed at yourself.

"Stop fucking crying!" You said to yourself.

But you cried harder, fully sobbing with both of your hands covering your face.

And Han felt like going there to comfort you.

But he was stuck on his bench, he could only listen to the sound of your sadness.

He should be feeling bad for you, but he is partly glad that he wasn't the only miserable person awake at that hour.

But he was thankful that you made him feel less alone as he also realized that there were other people out there who were going through the same rough patch as him.

Well, at least now he knew.

There were the two of you.

People have been saying that life is one endless roller-coaster ride.

And that was a down in his life.

There was also an up in his life.

Where he could confidently go through his days without worrying, days that ended with a contented sigh for being well-spent, days where he truly made the use of his time, seized his life to the fullest.

And after that up, there was another down.

He went down the same path, and the next thing he knew, he was outside, walking to the park to stare out at the city view again to clear his mind.

He let out a long sigh once he sat down on the bench, shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and let all his weariness evaporate with the cold night air.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice asked.

Han looked up to the girl standing next to his bench, it was you who he saw crying that day.

He stifled a nod, "Yeah, sure," he answered.

You sat next to him on the bench, leaving enough space in between the two of you, then handed him a can of beer.

"It doesn't feel good drinking alone," you said to him.

Han looked down at the canned beer and hesitated to take it.

"Or are you driving here?" You asked him.

"If that's the case, then it's okay,"

He immediately grabbed it before you took it back, "No, I'm walking here," he said, then popped open the can.

"Ah, so you live nearby," you said.

Han nodded before taking a sip of the cold beer.

You both stayed quiet, sipping your beers in silence and looking out at the night sky dotted with stars.

"The night is so clear today," you sighed with your head tipped, looking up at the dark of the sky.

Han slouched on the bench to recline and look up at the night sky.

"It's funny that those stars could have died or collapsed right in this second, but we can still see them, adorned our sky, blinking bright," you muttered.

And wow, Han wasn't expecting that kind of talk. He didn't perceive you as someone with such existential thoughts.

"The nearest star close to us took 4 years for its light to reach us, so when we look at them, we're looking back at our past," you explained.

You turned your head at him and pointed to one of the stars in the sky, "that star could have been 18 years old me telling me not to take the art major because it's hard to make a career out of it," you elaborated with awkward laughs.

Han softly laughed along, "well, for me, it would be not to pick a fight with someone that would be my coworker for the rest of my career," he said.

You both laughed while looking up at the sky, breaking the silence of the night with your shared laughter, and only stopped to take a sip of your beers.

You sighed after gulping down your beer.

"Well, I just hope I could still blinking bright like those stars even when I'm collapsing inside," you muttered into the night.

Han is oftentimes curious if everyone is happy except him. It's like everyone has figured out what to do with their emotions and bottled it up well, keep it concealed, keep it to themselves. Han couldn't do that yet, not without him collapsing along with all those feelings.

But when you said those words, Han knew that he wasn't the only one struggling with his own emotions and that he wasn't alone in this.

This is also why people say they love the 3 am version of people because they're vulnerable, honest, and real.

Han got it now why the saying is true as he looked at your face, looking so radiant even with the lack of light.

"Hey, you want to have a late-night snack or something?" You suddenly asked him.

Han wasn't really hungry, but the invite seemed too good to pass on it, so he relented.

You both walked to the nearest food stall not too far from the park, huddling close to the steaming selection of food in front of you.

You took a bite of a fishcake and hummed in delight, "oh, it's so good!" You exclaimed.

Han couldn't help himself seeing you eating deliciously like that, he eventually joined you, began eating, and couldn't stop himself from stuffing his mouth.

You laughed at how cute he looked with his cheeks filled with food.

He abruptly stopped chewing when he noticed you were watching him eating, and it was the first time he truly looked at you, you have a nice smile and endearing laughs, your eyes overflowed with warmth in them when you did either.

You gestured to his mouth, "You got sauce all over your-"

You didn't finish the sentence but hurriedly grabbed a tissue and wiped the mess on his face.

Once you both got full from eating, Han realized he didn't carry any money with him, "oh, I forgot my wallet," he said.

You waved him off, "it's okay, I got it," you told him and paid everything with your money.

You also went to the nearest convenience store to buy two canned drinks for both of you.

"I'll pay you back, I promise," he said to you as he took the drink from you.

"You can pay me back by winning one of those for me," you told him, pointing to the claw machine right outside the convenience store.

Han doubted if he could win one of those, he never had any luck playing those machines, but he was willing to try.

You put the spare change of money on his palm for him to play with the machine.

"I only have enough money for 3 chances," you told him with a grimace.

"I think I can do it on the first try," he confidently said.

"Well, that's great!" You told him.

You both looked down onto a pile of small plushies inside the claw machines with both of your faces illuminated by the fluorescent lights.

"Which one do you one?" He asked you.

You pursed your lips looking at the cute-looking plushies, and you couldn't pick one, "You pick one for me!" You told him.

Han also took his time to find the perfect plushie for you and spotted the star-shaped one in a pale yellow color, its eyes winking.

"Okay, I'll pick this one for you," he said after deciding on a plushie.

He inserted the money and started maneuvering the claw to the aimed plushie, when he was sure it was perfectly positioned, Han pushed the button, but unfortunately, it didn't pick up his plushie.

He groaned and slammed his hand on the glass display, "that was close!"

You laughed at his frustrated face, you immediately handed him another money, "here! Try again!"

Han took a deep breath once he inserted the money into the machine, he put all of his focus on that one last star-shaped plushie, winking at him and challenging him to win it for you.

But he failed again, and on the last try, he failed again.

"It's okay," you comforted him, "thank you for trying!" then patted him on the shoulder.

He finished his drink in one gulp.

"I have one more chance left, but I'll use it to win one for you," you told him.

Han doubted if you could win one if he couldn't win any after three tries.

You inserted the last money you had in your pocket and inserted the money into the machine, you already had one plushie for him.

You aimed the claw and pushed the button, and surprisingly, the claw took it.

Han laughed in disbelief, "how did you do that?"

You shrugged, "I don't know?" You answered with the same confusion.

You took your winning plushie and handed it to him, "I won it for you," you told him.

"An alien?" He said.

You nodded, "you don't like it?"

"Ah, too bad! I don't have any money left," you playfully added.

He nodded while laughing, "why did you pick this one?"

"It looks like you," you answered.

"An alien with blushing cheeks?" He asked and put the plushie next to his face as a comparison.

You squinted your eyes, "well, the alien looks much cooler, to be honest,"

He widened his eyes at you, "oh, should I grow another ear to look this cool?"

You laughed at his question, you glanced at your phone screen to see the time.

"It's almost 5. I have to go," you informed him.

And Han realized he should be back in the dorm too since he has a schedule in a few hours, "yeah, me too," he said.

"I live not far from here, I'll just walk," you told him as you shoved both of your hands into your coat.

"Do you mind if I walk you home first?" He asked, deep down he wasn't ready to part with you yet.

You smiled at him, "sure,"

You both walked in silence with the night sky gradually turning lighter with every passing minute, stopped walking once you arrived at the front of your house.

"This is me," you awkwardly told him, gesturing to the house with the green-painted iron gate.

"Thank you for walking me home," you told him.

Han softly smiled at you and waved the alien plushie you won for him, "No, I should thank you for this," he told you.

You laughed, "I hope he'll always keep you company,"

He laughed and looked down at the plushie.

You both stayed quiet while exchanging glances at each other with your hands shoved deep into your pockets, and you hated to be the one to break the silence, but the fatigue got the best of you.

"Okay then, bye!" You said to him.

"Bye!" He said back to you with a sweet smile on his face before you disappeared from his sight.

But Han didn't want that to be the last time he saw you.

Not when he was lying awake on his bed a few days later and couldn't think of anything else but you, he thought of you instead of getting anxious about his weary mind, and he thinks that's peculiarly interesting.

It baffled him how a stranger could give him the comfort of an old friend.

He went out in the middle of the night to search for you, he didn't know why but it wasn't his anxiety that got him that night, he went to look for you.

He didn't find you at the park, not at the food stall, you both once ate together and also not at the convenience store.

He knew your house, but it would be stupid of him to come unannounced to your house.

He needed a reason, an excuse to see you, and he knew exactly what to do for that.

He pushed the doorbell of your house and waited right outside until he heard your footsteps coming close, then opened the gate.

"Oh, hi?!" You said as soon as you figured out who rang your doorbell at 1 am.

Han smiled with such giddiness, "I won it for you!" He said then showed you the star-shaped plushie from the clawing machine.

You laughed at how adorable he was, he came in the middle of the night just to show you that.

"Oh, so you come to brag about it?" You poked fun at him.

Han laughed, "just a little," he answered, then handed you the plushie.

You took the plushie from him and squeezed its cute face.

"Did I disturb you?" He asked.

"No, I was in the middle of doing something" you muttered with your hand busy squeezing the plushie in your hands.

"Then that means I disturbed you," he said.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "No, you're not," you denied.

"Anyway..." Han trailed his word.

He hesitated to ask you out, but he came for this, there was no way he left with nothing.

"You want to take a walk with me?" He asked while down looking down at his feet.

"Yes," you shortly replied.

A smile rose on Han's face.

"Can you wait a moment? I just need to go back inside to grab a coat," you said.

After stuffing your faces with food from the stall you once ate together, Han bought you ice cream and ate it at the playground where you both sat on the swings.

"How much you spent on the claw machine to win that plushie?" You asked him out of nowhere.

"Enough to buy the claw machine itself," he playfully answered.

You chuckled and almost choked on your ice cream, your feet kicking the ground to move the swing.

"Thank you," you said out of nowhere.

Han turned his head at you while holding the ice cream close to his mouth, "I planned on beating that claw machine anyway," he responded playfully.

"I know you saw me crying that day," you said.

Han stopped swaying in his swing then turned his head at you, he felt caught and somehow, felt bad for it.

"Thank you for not saying anything and listening to my cries," you added as you stared into his eyes.

"Thank you for not making me lonely that night," you finished.

Han looked down at his feet, and he thought if only you knew how dire he was at that moment, how you indirectly saved him for just being there and sharing the comfortable silence.

It was almost 4 in the morning when you both walked back to your house, getting to know each other just enough to be more than acquaintances.

"Of course, I know who you are," you told him without him needing to explain everything.

"And that's also why I've been wondering why didn't you buy that claw machine," you joked.

Han got flustered, felt shot by your remark that you knew him all along.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked.

"And give you another chance to brag? No, thank you," You said while laughing.

He never encountered a person with compelling charms like you. You're funny and smart, you have a beautiful smile and endearing laughs, you're deeply an intuitive person and also open-minded.

You made things easier for him, or you made it seem so, and he's thankful for that.

You half-jogged to unlock the gate of your house and pushed it open just enough, you stood facing him.

"I guess this is it then?" You asked him with one hand keeping the gate door open.

Han was aware it was time for him to go as well, but he didn't want to part with you yet, and the next thing he knew, he got close to you.

You smiled at him and waited for him to say something, but he just stayed quiet while looking at you.

"Bye," you lowly said to him because there was no use to tell him loud when he stood so close to you.

You pushed the gate door open and got in.

Han thought of leaving, but his feet didn't move, he pushed your doorbell.

You opened the gate a moment later and laughed when you saw him again, "going to use your chance to brag now?" You joked.

He laughed while softly scratching the back of his hair, "No," he replied.

"What then?" You asked him.

Han hesitated for a second, but he took a step closer, then leaned in and kissed you, softly brushing his lips over yours.

He sighed against your lips because he didn't expect this to be this good, this right, it was like this moment was made for this.

You slowly pushed him away to catch a breath.

"You want to come in?" You asked him with your eyes looking up through your lashes.

And he couldn't say no.

He let you lead him inside your house, he was surprised to see there was no one inside, and for the lack of furniture, there were only things cluttered around a desk in one corner of the room.

"My parents live abroad with my sister, she got a scholarship for her ballet," you explained, "so, I live alone,"

Han didn't know that a warm person like you lives a solitary life, and he got unbearably sad for you that he suddenly went to hug you.

And you rubbed his back, sensing his sympathy.

But all he wanted to do was make you feel less lonely, assuring you that he was there for you.

He kissed you with his hands holding your body close as if you would disappear if he didn't hold you tight.

You steered him in the direction of your bedroom and sent both of you tumbling down your bed, making you both laugh.

He kissed you more with your hands working open his shirt, bodies tossed and turned on the bed as pieces of clothing tossed aside onto the bedroom floor.

Until you both got naked, he pinned you under him and kissed you so softly with a hand that caressed the side of your face.

"Can you grab the condom inside one of those drawers, please?" You asked him.

He nodded, outstretched his hand to pull open the top drawer, and took out a foil packet.

Han didn't mean for this to happen, he wanted to comfort you with his presence, but the moment he laid his eyes on your heavenly body, he couldn't resist.

You endlessly enthralled him, alluring, he couldn't stop touching you and feeling the softness of your skin that made him whimper.

You kissed him on the mouth as he settled himself between your legs, "I like this little mole right here," you told him, pointing to the tiny dot of dark mole on his cheek.

He smiled at your praise, and somehow that made him feel at ease.

He didn't feel nervous like he usually does, also not the pressure to make everything right. He just wanted to make you feel good.

You moaned when he pushed his length inside you, so painstakingly slow until he fully buried inside you.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

"I'm not okay,"

Han's eyes widened in panic.

"I'm not okay if you feel this good inside me," you corrected with a sly smile.

"You!" He glared at you, buried his mouth onto your neck, and tickled you with the tip of his nose.

You laughed with your hands around his neck, he finally stopped to kiss you again then looked into your eyes, "you're so beautiful," he said to you.

"Thank you," you muttered.

He began moving against you at a steady pace while you squirmed with all the pleasure he brought on you.

You would look into each other’s faces at times and smile because this felt so right, this moment was made for this.

You held him close as you both climaxed around each other, and he kissed your neck as he relished the immense pleasure that was slowly dissipating.

You both stayed on your bed with his body overlapping yours, and you snaked a hand around his body, rubbing the warm skin of his back.

He admired your naked body under the pale sunlight by running his hand from your lips down to your chest, to the curve of the underline of your breast to your ribcage then squeezed your flesh there.

"I felt so unbearably lonely that day," you admitted, "that's why I cried,"

Han placed a sweet kiss on your lips, "and I felt so anxious that day, I couldn't sleep, I felt so hopeless and tired," he admitted.

"We are two sad people," you softly muttered with a hand gently scratching his hair.

"And we saved each other," he added.

You softly smiled at him, then held his face still with a hand on his cheek, "Hey, just because we did this, nothing has to change between us," you assured him.

"I'm okay with us being casual,"

Han took your hand and kissed the inside of your hand, "but what if I don't want that?" He asked you.

"I want us to be a chic couple," he playfully stated.

You laughed at him, "you are ludicrous,"

"I'll take that," he said as he crashed his mouth on you again.

At that moment, Han found a haven in you. A place where he can rest his soul and wash his weariness away, a place where he could replenish his strength and at the same time, be a company to you, someone you can rely on and try to comfort you with his presence.

When he felt his life going to take another down, he knew where to go.

He would come knocking on your door, and you would welcome him with a hug.

And he would melt into your embrace as you rubbed his back while softly muttering, "it's okay, it's just another day."

-

ON TRACK.

Felix x reader. (s,f)

Even a fool knows that you're the best thing he has ever got.

Felix didn't realize this when he was still having his days filled with you.

You had been friends since childhood, and that was probably what made him mistake his love for the comfort from the friendship you had built over the years.

You've been there since his dreams were just wishful thinking.

You encouraged him, supported him, gave him just enough push towards what he wanted the most, towards his dreams.

And you weren't there when his dreams were becoming true.

You knew what he was capable of even people kept telling him to stop, you knew his value even before anyone knew his worth, and he loved you for that.

He didn't know that back then.

When you had to leave because you also going to chase your dream, he just watched as the train took you away from him.

And he knew he was too late.

He only regretted it now for missing out on the chance, hated himself for not getting close to you.

He should've come up with any reason to stop you from leaving that day, he should have asked you to turn around and look at him, he would've said, 'Don't go! Don't leave me!'.

And it had been years now, he misses you.

Or is it just him that misses you?

He misses all the times he had spent together with you.

Your laughs, your smiles, your encouraging words that always lift his spirit, your comforting touches, and how he likes having your hand rub the small of his back.

And lately, he had been thinking of how things would turn out if he conveyed his feelings for you, how would he spends his time with you and probably for all of his life.

He got so used to that picture-perfect of him being together with you that it became his daily life.

When he saw you stood there at the end of the hall, waiting for him with a smile on your face, Felix felt that he got closer to that picture-perfect.

He walked up once again towards you.

"Hey," you beamed at him when he got closer with a scintillating smile.

He didn't hesitate to hug you, and you didn’t shy away from it, you hugged him back.

He hummed as he drank the scent he is familiar with, "you're here!" He said.

"I don't even know if I'm allowed to be here," you told him.

When you told him you were coming to the concert, Felix sent someone to get you to come backstage so he could meet you before he got on stage.

He lowly chuckled, "I can't believe you're really here!" He said again as he squeezed your hand.

You smiled at him, "I know right? It feels like yesterday we were taking dance classes together every Friday afternoon," you told him.

"How long will you be here?" He quickly asked.

"Just for the weekend," you replied.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the hotel," you answered.

Someone came behind Felix and whispered something to him while he nodded along.

"Oh, you'd better get back!" You told him.

Felix wanted to stay long but it was impossible with the time he has, "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," You assured him.

"Can you stay after the concert later?" He asked you.

"Yeah, okay," you answered.

He nodded, that is one thing he could anticipate at the end of the night.

"I'll be cheering for you!" You playfully told him.

He sheepishly smiled, "I'll be seeing you!" He joked back.

"Sure, I'll be the one in black," you told him pointing to the black t-shirt you were wearing.

"Not going to be hard to find," he sneered.

You laughed at him and patted him on the shoulder, "see you later!"

"See you later!" He said back.

He got a little sad being the one leaving you right then and watched as you slowly disappeared from his sight.

At the end of the night, Felix got a little disappointed that you didn't wait for him as you promised him, but he also understood that maybe you didn’t want to make him more tired than he already was.

Felix's window of opportunity wouldn't last long since he only got until the end of the weekend to do what he always wanted to do.

He called your hotel room the next morning to make sure you were still there, "Hey," you said as you picked up the phone.

"I'm sorry about last night for not waiting for you," you began, "I assume you'd be tired so..."

"It's okay," he convinced you.

He heard you sigh in relief at the end of the line.

"I didn't mean to really," you assured him.

"No worries!" He said again.

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, Felix stalled because he wanted to pick his words carefully.

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

"Tonight?" You asked again.

"I planned on staying in and eating in the whole day, other than that. No!" You elaborated.

Felix softly smiled, "do you want to go with me?"

"Go where?"

"Dancing?"

"Dancing?" You asked back in utter confusion.

"Dancing like we used to do back when were little," he explained.

The recollections of the two of you taking a dance class together rushed through your mind, him in those mini tuxedoes and you in your ballroom dresses in striking colors, a dancing pair for years until both of you gave up the class because you grew up and it wasn't cool to do it anymore.

"I don't know if I still remember how to dance but I'd love that, oh my God, yes," you exclaimed.

Felix chuckled because he didn't expect that much enthusiasm from you, he could feel that his plan was going the way he wanted.

"I'll pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"Yes," you replied.

"See you later!" He said with a gleeful smile.

He came to pick you up right on time, waited by the lobby of the hotel until you came out of the elevator wearing a red dress, you let your hair down, but what made you beautiful was the smile that didn't wear off as you walked up to him.

"Oh my God, you look so good!" You beamed, looking at him dressed so neatly in a black suit with a crisp white shirt underneath.

"And you look so beautiful!" He praised you he couldn't look away, you mesmerized him.

You gave him a quick twirl and the hem of the dress swaying with the movement, "I went out earlier and bought the dress," you showed him your new shoes, "I also bought a new pair of dancing shoes," you told him.

Felix softly laughed at you, seeing you excited like this that he couldn't be any happier.

But when he arrived at the ballroom, and everyone who attended the dance was mostly elderly people, he believed you were the only two young people there and that his plan just went off the rail.

He turned his head at you, ready to apologize for such a disappointing night.

But he found you smiling so brightly with crinkles in your eyes as you watched the swarm of people dancing in the middle of the ballroom, "Oh my God, how exciting!" You told him.

"Can we go dance now?" You asked him with such giddiness.

Felix nodded, somehow your excitement infected him in an instant.

He offered his hand, and you placed your hand on his, he took you to the dance floor, placed one hand on your waist, and the other clasped with your hand.

You danced the night away, sweeping the floor with both of your feet, giggling and smiling in between, you didn't even care if you missed out a few steps as long as you were having fun.

"I think we should take a water break," Felix suggested.

He understood that you were thrilled to continue dancing but looking at you panting, running out of breath, he took it that you were tired.

You waited on a vacant table while Felix took a few drinks, when he returned, an elderly asked you to dance with him. He knew you wouldn't say no to him, he nodded at you when you asked him for permission.

"I'll wait here," he told you and sat on the chair watching you dancing with the elderly man with white hair.

And this is why he loves you.

Your warmth, your charms, everything about you is just so beautiful, inside and out.

The elderly man escorted you back to your table and kissed the back of your hand, "Thank you so much for dancing with an old man like me," he said to you.

You smiled at him, "no, it's an honor for me," you courteously said to him.

The elderly man looked at Felix, "you got a fine young lady here," he said to him.

And Felix nodded, agreed with the elderly man.

Felix slid your drink in front of you on the table and you immediately took a big gulp, "I never dance this hard in my life," you said to him.

"I wish I can relate to that," he said to you.

You laughed because you understood what he meant by that, "this feels like breathing to you," you joked.

"Sort of," he replied.

"Let's have the last dance," you suggested.

"Aren't you tired?" He asked you.

You shook your head, "we can do a slow dance," you said to him.

He agreed, got up from the chair, and courteously asked for your hand for a dance.

You did a waltz dance with him, slow dancing even though the music that was playing was ideally for tango. He held you by your waist, and you put your hands around his neck. You looked up at him through your lashes, "thank you for taking me here," you said to him.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Like it? I love it!" You corrected him, then rested your head on his shoulder as your bodies swayed in sync.

Felix just got closer to what he wanted the most.

You had no idea how long he had been waiting for a moment like this to happen.

Even after time keeps passing by, this constant desperation of him makes him look for you, search for you and you came to him every night and tantalize him, tantalize him more the longer he was away from you.

And now, you were so close, you were in his arms and he could smell the scent of you that give him a sense of comfort, of home.

It hurts him now that he had been keeping all these feelings for you for long.

You waited for Felix as he ordered ice cream for both of you, it was like a callback to the past of how the two of you always had ice cream after dance class.

When he returned with your favorite vanilla ice cream, he saw you were massaging your foot with your shoes off.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he sat down across from you.

You sighed, "It's the new shoe problem," you answered.

Felix looked down at your feet and saw the blisters formed on your feet, he hissed as if he was the one in pain, "that looks so bad," he commented.

"It's alright. It's not that painful really," you assured him.

"You wait here," he ordered, "and eat your ice cream,"

"Where are you going?" You asked him as he dashed toward the exit.

"Just wait, I won't be long," he told you.

Felix came back after a few minutes, and his ice cream was melted in his cup, he squatted on the floor to put ointment and bandages on the blisters on your feet.

"I can do that myself," you said to him.

He didn't reply but continued tending to your feet, then pulled out a pair of slippers so you wouldn't have to wear your shoes again.

"Oh Felix, thank you," you sincerely muttered your gratitude.

He sat back on his chair, "I can't stand it seeing you like that," he said.

"Like what?"

"Looking adorable with a scrunched nose like that," he teased you.

"Better eat your ice cream quick before it melts," you shouted at him, then took a spoonful of his ice cream with your spoon.

You decided to take a walk because the hotel you were staying at wasn't that far from the ice cream shop, Felix grabbed your hand then twirled you, you spun around, but since you were wearing slippers, you slipped and crashed onto him.

He was quick to catch you into his arms and didn't let go, he looked into your eyes then all of sudden, he blurted out, "I love you,"

It took you a moment to process those three words until it fully sank in, then you smiled, "I love you too," you said back to him.

He wasn't sure if you have the same meaning behind those words with him, so he kissed you.

You dropped the shoes you had been carrying onto the pavement, looped your hands around his neck, and kissed him back with the same eagerness.

You broke the kiss to catch a breath, "it took us a long time," you breathlessly said to him.

Felix nodded, agreeing with you, he didn't know that you have just the same feelings for him, and it was the best thing that ever happened to him, having his feelings reciprocated.

If he had known, he would have told you sooner.

The night continued in your hotel room, both of you stumbled inside once you unlocked the room with the keycard, latching your mouth together with Felix pushed your body further inside.

You dropped everything onto the floor as he lifted you, sat you down on a desk, and knocked things off to the floor.

He cupped your face with both hands and looked into your eyes, still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you love him back.

He pressed a gentle kiss while you slipped your hands under his arms and held him close.

"You feel so surreal," he said against your lips.

You smiled at him and kissed him with all of your heart, "I am real," you told him.

He angled your jaw, and you opened your mouth for him so he could deepen the kiss, drowning you both in sensuous delight.

His hands worked open the zipper of your dress, the noise it made resounding in the quiet of the room, then he slid the dress down until it pooled around your waist.

He didn't waste time to place kisses down your bare chest with hand impatiently unclasped your bra then tossed it aside.

You reclined on the desk and let him savor your breasts, taking it into his mouth in turns with your hand tangled in his soft hair.

When it got too uncomfortable, he carried you to bed and watched your naked body splayed on the bed with nothing on but the silk red underwear you were wearing.

Your body was blotchy red, flustered under his lustful gaze, and ultimately because you were the only one naked while he was still fully clothed.

You sat up on the bed and reached for the lapels of his suit jacket, you took it off by sliding it down his arms. You unbuttoned his shirt next with his eyes intently watched your fingers work to open the button one by one until you finished, then he took it off himself.

You lay back down and watched him unbuckle his belt, your thighs pressed together when he slowly pulled his trousers down along with his underwear until he was fully naked in front of you.

He is gorgeous, despite his slim figure, he has a muscular body and firm muscles to the touch. You whimpered as you felt the muscles contract under your touch when he lowered himself on top of you.

"Make love to me, Felix," you told him.

Felix closed his eyes when he heard the request, it was like you just asked him to do what he had been waiting for all of his life.

His hand tugged the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down, off your legs. He kissed the skin around your heating core, teasing you just the right way, and when he finally landed his mouth on your cunt, you gasped in pleasure.

His mouth felt soft and warm on you, you looked down at him enjoying stimulating you with his mouth with his hands firmly keeping your legs open.

When he deemed the stimulation is enough, he retracted his mouth and settled himself between your legs, and hastily kissed your mouth.

You kept your legs open as he pushed his cock inside you little by little with your moans muffled by his kiss, he groaned into your mouth once he fully sheathed inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist with your hands around his neck.

"You feel so right," you breathlessly said to him with his face only inches away from you.

He kissed you again as he began moving, making love to you as you asked him to, with so much care and affection, fluttering little touches here and there.

He took your hand in his and clasped it together as he picked up the pace, "keep your eyes on me," he ordered you.

You obeyed, you locked your eyes with him and didn't dare to look away even for a mere second.

"I love you," he said between his grunts.

"I love you," you said back.

You called out his name out loud as you climaxed and he cum inside you not long after, relishing the moment by peppering your face with his kisses.

You put on his shirt after you got back from the bathroom then lay back down next to him on the bed, which he immediately pulled you into his embrace.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" He asked you.

You slipped your hand under his arm and rested your hand on his back, "technically, it's today," you corrected him.

"Do you really have to leave today?" He asked again.

"Sadly, yeah," you answered.

You moved your hand back to the front to touch his muscles, tracing the outline of his abs with your fingertips.

"Don't leave!" He begged.

"We only live a few hours away from each other," you tried to compromise with him.

"I need you here," he said to your face as she cupped your cheek with his hand.

You sighed in delight, it felt like a discovery that you mean so much to him.

"I'll visit often," you convinced him.

He sighed, knowing that there was no better option since he couldn't promise you anything but tried his best for you.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, "but it took us a long time to get here," he whined.

You hugged him back, putting your hands on his back, "I know," you sighed.

"We'll find a way," you assured him while rubbing his back in a soothing pattern.

"Can we skip the soppy talk and make out or something?" You playfully asked with a soft laugh as a way to console him.

He lifted his head to face him, "or something?" He asked with eyebrows raised.

You bit your lower lip while seductively smiling and nodding at him, "or something," you repeated.

Felix could settle with this, for now, he didn't want to pressure you to fulfill his selfish wishes, if it's the only way to keep you then he would accept it.

What matters the most is you.

When it was time for you to leave, Felix stood in front of you with a smile yet there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You hurriedly hugged him, "I'll come back soon, I promise," you muttered to him.

He hugged you back and tightened his hold around you, "I should have told you sooner," he muttered with regrets.

You pulled away just enough to leave a space between you, "Felix, it's better late than never," you said to him.

He nodded in agreement, pressed his forehead with yours, "Can I visit you sometimes?" He asked.

"Of course!" You shorty replied, "you can visit me anytime,"

"Okay," he smiled at your answer.

You stayed like that, enjoying each other’s presence like the world was made for both of you even though a lot of people were passing by in the train station.

"I should get on the train," you announced and shot him a sad smile.

He softly groaned with his eyes closed.

You laughed at him, adorably sulking like that at you that you couldn't help but gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"The train will leave in a few minutes," you told him.

"Then let it leave," he tightened his hold around you and not willing to let go, "I'll keep you here," he nuzzled his head deep into your neck.

You let him have his way with you, letting him hold you for a few more minutes until he let himself go.

"I'll wait for you," he said to you.

You nodded, "wait for me," you said back.

He kissed you with a hand on your neck, and you kissed him back with your hands around his body.

"I love you," he said again, he wanted to make sure you remember those three words well even if you live so far away.

You smiled against his lips, "I love you too," you replied.

"And I hate to tell you, but I really have to get on the train now," you told him with a frown.

He nodded and slowly let go of you, except you were the one not willing to let go this time. You pulled him for another kiss, pouring all of your heart's contents into the kiss.

Then quickly let go, gently pushed him away before you got the urge to kiss him again.

"Bye," you told him and walked onto the platform, waving your hand at him before getting on the train.

He waved back at you, looking at the last of your smile before you disappeared. He felt a bit sad, but the happiness that came from his dream came true was overwhelming, his heart palpitation for every time he reminded that you are truly his and that you love him back.

He watched as the train leaves, taking you away with it yet he knew that your heart would always be close to his, and keeping it on track.

-

LEVANTER.

Seungmin x reader. (s,f,a)

How can you pack your life in boxes?

In eight big boxes to be precise.

You looked around your almost empty room except for the bed and the study desk that had been accompanied you for these past years of college.

It felt like yesterday you got into college, young and curious, hopeful and eager.

Looking back at it now, you felt like missed but also lived through a lot of things as well. There was gain and loss. You just hoped you got the best of both worlds.

You took a deep breath, and the sound echoed through the still air of the room.

You sat on the end of the bed, hugging your knees, and got unbearably sad at that moment, got hit by the realization that you had to leave this life behind, moving on to a new chapter of your life.

To be honest, it was scary but exciting at the same time. Scary because life gets harder as you get older, but excited to find out more things you are capable of.

Your phone vibrated on the bed, and you picked it up to see an unknown number on the phone screen, you got skeptical but gave in, then pressed accept the call.

"Hello?" You spoke on the phone.

You heard rustles and heavy breathing, then the sound of a car passing by.

"This is Seungmin from 2018, and he wanted to take you on the first date," he said.

You laughed at him, "how are you calling from the past?" You asked him, playing along with his joke.

"By a magic payphone," he answered.

Then you remembered the first time he took you on a date, he called you through the payphone right across the street from your apartment building.

You got up from the bed and walked to the window to see if he was really there, you pulled open the window, and there he was, waving his hand at you with a sly smile on his face from inside the phone booth.

You smiled and waved back at him, "so, where are you taking me for our first date?" You playfully asked him even though you could recount how your first date went in detail.

"Why don't you come down and find out?" He said to you.

He was standing across the street, yet you could see his bright puppy smile that invited you to smile back.

You hung up the phone and quickly put on something decent for the spontaneous date, tossed your things into your purse, then jogged downstairs.

Your heart was beating fast, your breath quickened from the running mixed with the excitement of going to meet him in a matter of seconds.

You waited until there was no car, then crossed the street, saw him standing there waiting for you with his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket.

"Hi," you bashfully said.

He sheepishly smiled at you, "Hi," he said back.

And it was awkward, exactly like the first time you were on a date with him, and he scratched the back of his neck when he didn't know what to say next.

You laughed, "shall we go now?" You asked him.

He nodded, "yes,"

You walked on the pavement with you staying on the inner side but this time, he didn't hesitate to hold your hand and intertwined it with his.

It was winter when you had our first date, he took you to ice skate in the park, and he took you to the same ice rink you went to.

You sat on the bench as he put on the shoes for you then looked up at you, "is it too tight?" He asked you once he finished strapping the shoes for you.

You shook your head.

Looking down at him and the fluff of his hair gave you the urge to kiss him, and so you did.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, then smiled, "thank you," you muttered.

He got up then held his hand out at you, you took it, letting him lead you inside the ice rink, and held on to him as the slippery ice welcomed you.

"I'm still bad at it," you informed him.

You were never good at any activity that required body balance, and that was why you always bump your knees into things, you are clumsy like that.

He took both of your hands on his and held them tight, "you can hold onto me," he assured you.

Seungmin helped you ice skate through the rink, doing a few laps together with him holding you close and keeping you steady.

"You're getting good at this!" He praised.

One praise and you lost your balance, slipped on the ice, fell on your back. You had seen this coming, and it didn't come as a surprise anymore.

"I'm okay," you quickly said to him.

He helped you get up and all of a sudden, pulled you into a hug. He put his hands around your waist and held you close, he didn't care about the existence of other people in the rink.

You put your hand around his neck and hugged him back, "is it to save me from embarrassment?" You joked.

He softly laughed, "No, I'm just so proud of you," he said.

"For falling?" You joked again.

"For getting up," he answered.

You placed a sneaky peck on his neck then whispered to him, "can you let go now it's getting embarrassing," you told him.

He slowly pulled away, but he was quick to place a kiss on your lips with a hand splayed on your jaw.

"Let's go do another lap," he said with a blank expression like he didn't just kiss you a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, sure," you breathlessly replied.

After ice skating, he took you to a convenience store, also the same one where he took you on the first date. He remembered exactly what you bought that day, a cup of noodles with a sausage, a bottle of lychee tea, and a bag of potato chips.

You laughed when he placed all of that in front of you on the table, "oh, you missed something!" You told him with a glare.

He stopped from pulling the chair, "what?"

"You forgot the string cheese," you answered.

His mouth hung open in slight shock, "okay, wait here, I'll get it for you,"

You quickly grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down, "just sit down, please?" You ordered.

And he sat down, scooted his chair closer to you, then ate your noodles together.

As you sat there watching him eating, you realized he was different from the first time he went on a date with you. He was awkward, fidgety and there was an edge to his voice whenever he talked, unsure of the words he said. But he changed now, he got confident, he knew how to be around you and provide comfort for you. Things that hadn't changed are his loving gaze and that smile of his that always put you at ease in an instant.

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, "since when did you get this much cooler?" You teased.

He nuzzled his head against yours, "since when did you become this clingy?" He asked back.

You chuckled even though he knew what was the reason you became so clingy to him.

"You were so nervous on our first date, and I listened to you singing under your breath to calm yourself down," you told him, looping your hand around his arm.

He laced your hand with yours on your lap, "I like you so much that was why I got so nervous," he answered with such coy as if his answer didn't make your heart just skip a beat.

You turned your head at him, "what about now?"

"I like you less," he shortly replied.

You pouted.

And he kissed your pout, "but I love you more,"

You groaned at him and hid your face in his neck, "cringe!" You exclaimed and squeezed his hand for comfort.

The last thing you did on your first date was take him to the studio on the campus where you worked on your sculpture, you didn't have anything to show him now since you just graduated, but he still took you there.

You flipped the switch, and lights started flooding the studio with the smell of clay and paints welcomed you both as you stepped in further.

You took him there to show him a sculpture you were working on for an assignment, you led his hand to touch the hardening clay, then he got panicked thinking that he had just broken a piece, making you laugh at how adorable he looked.

And that was when he kissed you for the first time.

You still got the butterflies when the memory flashed through your head.

Sadly, I don't have any sculpture to show you," you told him.

You took his hands, led him to the sofa that is a prop for a model to pose for paintings or sculptures, then pushed him onto it.

He plopped down with a low thud along with a yelp, "ouch!" He exclaimed.

You giggled, then took a few steps in front of him, close enough for him to see the whole you.

"But I got something else to show you," you said with a seductive smile.

You kicked your shoes away with giggles, your eyes looked into him as you tugged the hem of your blouse, then pulled it off of you.

"Since when did you get this bold, mmh?" Seungmin beamed then looked around the place, afraid that someone was around, and when he was sure there were only the two of you there, he slouched on the sofa and looked at you again.

You unzipped your skirt next, then let it fall onto the floor.

Low whimpers escaped through his gritted teeth as Seungmin looked at you standing in front of him, naked except for the matching underwear in pale pink colors.

"Come here!" He ordered with his hands outstretched at you.

You walked up to him and took his hands as he pulled you onto his lap.

"Is this what you're trying to show me?" He asked you with his hands gripped each side of your hips.

You nodded with a sly smile on your face.

"You drive me crazy," he told you, then crashed his lips against you.

The kiss took your breath away, and you barely functioning as he took the rest of your undergarments then lay you down naked on the sofa.

He kneeled at the end of the sofa, hastily taking his clothes off and letting them fall onto the floor.

"I usually don't let myself be reckless like this," he told you as he lowered himself on top of you.

"But you're so hard to resist," he finished, then sank his mouth on you.

The sex was painstakingly slow, each thrust went deeper than the previous, and Seungmin didn't break eye contact even for a mere second.

"Always taking me so well," he praised you as he placed a gentle kiss.

You didn't hold back from moaning and let it resound in the studio, it was somehow arousing to have sex in a place where you worked, added to the fact that someone might walk in on you at any time.

"So good, Seungmin," you told him as his cock nudged the right spot inside you.

Seungmin propped a hand next to your head to continue moving against you, putting a bit more strength and thrusting harder into you.

You moaned his name repeatedly and heard you calling his name heavy with lust in it riled him the best way.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he informed you.

"I want you to keep it inside for me,"

He lay a hand flat on your abdomen, watching as his cock went in and out of you at a sloppy pace.

"You're going to take all of me," he said to you, then went still for a few seconds as his orgasm hit him.

His eyes flicked to your fucked out face, also reeling from the climax you earned earlier.

Seungmin dug his cock deeper to release all of his seed in you, "yes, take all of me," he breathlessly cooed at you.

When he pulled out, he quickly reached for your underwear on the floor then put it on you, preventing his cum from leaking out of you.

You both stayed on the sofa, cuddling and enjoying each other’s touches against the quiet of the studio.

"This first date thing," you put your fingers in between his, "is a good idea," you said.

Seungmin tenderly kissed your knuckles.

"I love it!" You exclaimed.

"I'm glad," he said to you.

He caressed your cheek with so much love and care, tried to make a blueprint of your face then etched it onto his mind.

"Don't worry about anything," he suddenly said.

"You were born to do great things," he continued, then traced your jaw with his index finger.

And you hated to be reminded that he wouldn't be there witnessing all of the great things you'll achieve.

You closed your eyes and tried to push the tears away from coming out, "we'll achieve our dreams," you optimistically said to him despite having to do it in separate ways.

You shut him up with kisses, stopping the conversation from going in the direction you didn't want it to go, then buried your head in his chest.

You drank his scent for you couldn't get the exact same scent anywhere in the world, a scent of him, a scent that gives you comfort and warmth, a scent that would remind you of his loving embrace.

The night was getting late when he walked you back to your apartment, and the streets were getting empty, you stopped walking next to the phone booth.

"Is it really the magic payphone?" You asked him.

He nodded, "you just need to punch the number of the years you wanted, and you'll be connected to the you from that year," he said.

You chuckled at him.

"If you don't trust me, just try it," he said to you in a mocking tone.

You took the handle of the phone and pushed it close to your ear, you heard the dialing tone then hummed as you think of a number, "I'll call the 19 years old me so that would be 2019," you said the pushed the number on the keypad.

It didn't link to any number, but you pretended, "oh hello, it's you from the future," you began.

"I know that you have a boyfriend named Kim Seungmin and you'll be having burgers for lunch later," you continued.

You looked at him, smiling because he knew what you were about to say.

"You should tell him about your allergy so he wouldn't order you a burger with shrimp on it," you spoke with your eyes squinted at him.

"I'm saving you from the embarrassment of him seeing you all bloated and red, I know you could die from the allergy, but the shame lasts an eternity," you talked to the phone even though it played the disconnected tone.

"Make good choices!" You said.

You pushed the phone back to your ear to add something, "but can you keep the guy?"

You nodded as if the one you talked to was right in front of you, "yes, he's a keeper, you shouldn't let him go, no matter what,"

"Things might get rough after but hang in there!" you finished, then hung up.

Seungmin shrugged with his hands turned up, "see? It works!"

You rolled your eyes rather dramatically and let him take his turn, "your turn, now!"

He stepped into the phone booth, and you stayed inside with him, squeezing the two of you together.

Seungmin took the handle of the phone and confidently punched the number 2018, he waited as if the phone really connected.

"Hey Seungmin, it's you from four years later, don't worry you graduated with honors so you can slack off a bit," he began.

"Just a little, I said," he added.

"I know it would be the first day of college, and you are nervous, but at the end of the day, you'll meet a beautiful girl near the fountain in the campus garden," he said with his eyes looking at you.

"You'll know it's her. She has a beautiful smile, and the moon was shining so bright that night, but it couldn't match the brightness of her smile," he said.

You smiled at him as you intently listened to his words.

"She'll make a fool out of you, turn you a bit loopy, you can't sleep because you keep thinking about her," he nodded along to his own words.

"She's as beautiful as the art she makes," he added.

Seungmin sighed as he shifted his weight to his other foot and placed a hand on the booth on your side, slightly leaning at you.

"I hate to tell you this, but you'll part ways with her at one point," he sadly uttered.

"She'll be going away to chase her dreams, and so do you," he said with his eyes closed as if that hurt him from the inside.

"Because that's life, it's fucking suck," he cursed out loud

You never heard him curse like that before, but you understood from the resentment you felt in his words, he hated the world for separating you.

"But you'll always be in love with her, you'll always remember the moments you had together for life," he sadly muttered.

You swallowed the hot lump growing in your throat from holding back your tears, "and I pray that you will be able to survive losing her," he said.

And you couldn't stop your tears from falling, you cried as he too choked on his breath trying not to break down in front of you.

Seungmin cleared his throat before continuing to speak into the phone.

"And I pray that she will come back to you if she can," he finished, and his voice got broke at the end of the sentence.

You broke down against him, crying into his chest while clutching the lapels of his jacket.

You got sad because it felt so unfair to you, you found just the right person to be with you, yet the world kept wanting to separate you. You will never get how the world works, but the unfairness of it all angers you to no end.

Seungmin held you tight, then kissed the top of your head, "I told her everything already," he said into the phone, "it's all good now," he ended the call, then put the phone back.

He held you tight inside the cramped space of the phone booth, your cries resounding, and your tears seeped into his clothes.

"I love you," he hoarsely said to you, then tipped your head to place a kiss on your forehead.

He let you rest your head on his chest again, one hand rubbing your back and the other gently patting your head, "I love you," he muttered again.

He pressed his mouth on the top of your head, "It's all good now."

-

SECRET SECRET.

I.N x reader. (s,f)

It's not hard to know that Seungmin has feelings for you.

When everyone laughed, he looked at you, watching your reactions and also because your smile is that pretty, or Jeongin thought so.

And Jeongin had been witnessing all these subtle things Seungmin did around you, like how he liked to secretly watch over you and quickly looked away before you notice, or that he liked paying close attention to you when you talked to him like you were the only person existing in the world.

Then there were times he was being obvious like he would sulk when you got too close to the other members that Jeongin couldn't help but laugh at his pettiness.

You are the closest to Jeongin because you knew him long before you knew everyone else.

He could easily tell you about Seungmin, but that wouldn't be fair to Seungmin, and Jeongin has no right to tell you.

Jeongin sent you off after a night out together and watched you get into a taxi with Seungmin with him.

When the two of them got into the elevator, he tapped Seungmin’s shoulder until he looked over at him.

"You like her, don't you?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin got startled, "Uhm... no," he stuttered his words, the answer didn't match his cheeks which were blushing profusely.

Jeongin softly chuckled, "It's okay. I'll keep it a secret," he told him.

Seungmin got quiet and his body went rigid in front of him, when the elevator door slid open, the quickly got out as if trying to escape Jeongin's drilling questions.

When he unlocked the door to the dorm though, he considered something, and Jeongin waited behind him.

Seungmin slowly turned around to face Jeongin, "do you think you can set us up for a date?" He asked him with so much hesitancy in his voice.

Jeongin put his hand on his shoulder, "why are you so tense? It's just me," he said to him.

Seungmin shrugged, "I never like someone this much," he foolishly admitted.

And Jeongin could feel the sincerity in Seungmin's words, he likes you that much he couldn't contain it anymore.

Jeongin felt obligated to help him since he is the one closest to him, "I'll help you, don't worry!" He assured him.

Seungmin sighed as if half of the effort has done by saying it.

"Now, can you unlock the door so we can get in?" Jeongin reminded him since they were still standing outside the door of their dorm.

Seungmin laughed because he felt like a fool, then hurriedly unlocked the door to let them both in.

Jeongin successfully secured a date for you and Seungmin, the plan was to go to the movies together then he would part with you after so the two of you could have the rest of the day together.

"She doesn't drink soda," Jeongin reminded Seungmin.

"That I know," Seungmin said.

"She likes caramel popcorn, she can't eat spicy food, and she's allergic to shrimp so I suggest avoiding seafood for dinner," he informed.

"Is there anything else? Things that I hadn't known before?" Seungmin seriously asked him.

Jeongin rolled his eyes because he just told him that now, he then think of all the pet peeves you have, "she hates someone who talks during movies, makes noise while eating, and is a messy eater," he added.

Seungmin heavily sighed, "well, I'm not Changbin so I shouldn't worry," he savagely remarked.

Jeongin laughed at him, "and oh, she doesn't like flowers,"

Seungmin scrunched his nose in confusion, "why?"

"Because she can't eat them," Jeongin lightly answered.

"Huh?"

Jeongin laughed again, "she'd rather receive food as a gift than flowers,"

"Oh!" Seungmin exclaimed, "she's interesting!" Seungmin said with that foolish smile of him.

"I know," Jeongin said, and it might have slipped his mouth, but every one can easily agree that you are different from other girls.

it also mazed him how much he knows about you more than he knows himself.

Jeongin elbowed Seungmin when he saw you coming their way.

"Am I late?" You asked them the moment you got in front of them.

Seungmin shook his head, "no, you actually come right on time," he said.

Jeongin's hand reached for a strand of stray hair and put it behind your ear, "the movie is about to start in fifteen minutes,"

"I don't like waiting long for movies as long as we got enough time to buy popcorn," Seungmin said.

You gasped, "oh my God, yes, me too!"

Jeongin watched as you and Seungmin went to buy popcorn and drinks for the three of you.

You got to sit in the middle between Jeongin and Seungmin, you shared a bucket of caramel popcorn with Seungmin while Jeongin enjoyed his butter popcorn.

"Why are we watching a horror movie?" You asked Seungmin.

"Because you like horror, right?" He asked you back.

You nodded.

You turned your head at Jeongin, who watched the movie through his half-shut eyes, "you can hold my hands if you're scared," you whispered to him, then offered your hand to him on the armrest of the seat.

He glared at you but you shot him a grin instead.

"Do not hesitate to hide on my shoulder," you teased him.

But Jeongin, fortunately, survived the horror movie with dignity still intact even though he had to close his eyes so tight when the scary scenes came on the screen.

You linked your arms with theirs and led them out of the cinema, "so, what are we having for dinner?" You asked them.

"I know a place," Seungmin quickly suggested a place.

Jeongin shot a glance at Seungmin and he quickly shot him a knowing glance back, gesturing that he knew what he was doing.

Jeongin was impressed that Seungmin chose just the right restaurant, and he saw you just as impressed with Seungmin’s choice.

"I've never been here before," you beamed as you looked around.

"I once went here to try the pasta," Seungmin answered as he slid the menu to you on the table.

You scanned the list of foods on the menu but couldn't decide on one, "why don't you recommend something for me," you said to him.

Seungmin was more than happy to do it, he smiled then looked down at the menu, explaining the foods he had here before.

Jeongin saw as both of your heads huddled close together across the table, laughing and talking, and Seungmin couldn't stop smiling.

And Jeongin took it as a cue that it was time for him to leave.

He cleared his throat and pretended to read a text on his phone, "I'm sorry, guys, but I think I have to go," he said to you and Seungmin.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "why?" You asked him.

"My mom needs me to buy her something," Jeongin answered as he took a jacket from the empty seat next to him.

"Can you do it later after dinner?" You asked.

Jeongin shook his head, "you know she wouldn't text me if it's not urgent," he explained.

"Well," you pouted, "be careful then!" You told him as he headed toward the exit.

You and Seungmin waved at him as he exited the restaurant.

When Jeongin walked out of the restaurant and watched you and Seungmin together, he felt something tugged in his chest, and it was probably because he felt like he wasn't part of the picture anymore.

But he should be happy that he paired you up with someone reliable like Seungmin and he likes you so much, plus, both of you are his good friends, he couldn't be happier.

Then again, why he was feeling the opposite?

He felt... something is not right.

And Jeongin had been walking for only God knows how long, if it wasn't for the raindrops hitting his face, he wouldn't realize it.

So he stood there, let the rain wash away his worries, and let it fall with every drop of rain until the end of his fingertips.

After a few weeks, Jeongin took it that the relationship between you and Seungmin was going well because he had seen Seungmin going out with you a few times now.

At one point, Jeongin got curious that he asked Seungmin about it but tried not to sound obvious.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked Seungmin.

Seungmin showed him a combination of outfits at him, but Jeongin shook his head, disagreed with his choice of jeans.

"I'm going to tell her today," Seungmin asked.

Jeongin stopped trailing his hands on the hanging clothes, "That's... that's great!" He half-heartedly said.

Seungmin took the jeans Jeongin had picked for him, "I'm still not sure if she likes me back, but I have a good feeling about this," he confidently stated while checking out his appearance in the mirror.

"But you went out with her several times already, shouldn't you have known by now?" Jeongin asked as he leaned his back against the wall.

"I know right? I shouldn't worry too much," Seungmin replied, even though that didn't answer Jeongin's question.

Jeongin became restless from that moment.

He regretted asking Seungmin in the first place because sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Seungmin came home earlier than he had expected, and a blank expression on his face.

Jeongin worried for him because he had never seen him like this, "are you alright? What happened?" He asked with his voice tinted with concern.

Seungmin went to the kitchen then poured himself a glass of water but didn't drink it, he just held the glass in his hand.

"I tell her everything..." Seungmin spoke so low as he tried to take a grasp of reality.

Jeongin tipped his head to the side in curiosity, "and then what happened?" He asked.

"She..." Seungmin sighed and gripped his glass tighter that his knuckles turned white.

"She just left without saying anything," he finished.

Jeongin jerked his head away in disbelief, that wasn't something you would do, because he knows how outspoken and straightforward you are as a person.

He wondered what happened to you? He got worried that he couldn't stay still, he hurriedly took his things and went to your place.

He knocked on your door a few times, "it's me," he announced.

"Can you open the door for me, please?" He pleaded.

He didn't hear anything from behind the door, but he believed you were inside, and he started to get panicked the longer you didn't open the door for him.

"I know what happened," he weakly said.

"I just want to see if you're alright,"

He knocked again a few times more for you to finally open the door.

You were crying, and he could see that from the puffy, red eyes and your hair was a mess.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You didn't say anything but headed back inside and let the door open to let him in. Jeongin followed you after closing the door behind him.

"Can you please say something?" He asked.

You stood there in the middle of the room looking out at the window, at the rain pouring outside and lightly tapping the glass.

He walked up to you, and you looked at him but didn't say anything to him.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Jeongin began as he put a hand on your arm.

"Didn't you say you know what happened?" You asked him back with such bitterness.

Jeongin sighed, but he understood your unpleasantness, "but why?" He asked you.

"Seungmin likes you so much," he said to you while searching for your eyes.

You put his hand away from you, "if you don't have anything else to say, you might as well just leave," you told him.

He sighed again and grabbed your hand by the wrist, "if you don't like him but feel bad for saying so, I can help you with it," he said.

You yanked your hand away and looked him in the eyes, "I like him," you said.

"I like him as a friend," you corrected, "especially because he's your friend,"

Jeongin nodded, "I can help you trying to-"

"And because I thought you like me," you meekly said to him.

Your eyes brimming with tears again as if those words were painful to admit.

"I always like you, Jeongin," you said to him.

"And I keep waiting, hoping that someday you'll say it to me," you muttered with tears streaming down your face, and you roughly wiped it with the back of your hand.

Jeongin's heart shrank as he looked at how vulnerable you were to him at that exact moment.

"And seeing you setting me up with someone else only means you don't like me, right?" You asked, your voice broke at the end of the sentence.

"I get it now, so can you please leave? I want to be alone," you told him as you swallowed the hot tears and wiped them away.

You walked to your bed and curled up on it, facing the window to see the rain that was somehow mimicked the tears that won't stop spilling out of your eyes.

You felt a hand on your arm and you turned your head to see Jeongin, sitting on the bed next to you and without warning, pressing his lips on you.

You pushed him away just enough, "Jeongin, what-"

He placed a kiss on your mouth again and lay beside you on the bed, pinned you down under him with a hand keeping your head still as he kissed you down.

"I like you too," he said to you with his face hovered above you.

"I like you so much that I can barely breathe," he breathlessly muttered with his eyes looking deep into yours.

"Jeongin..." you hoarsely called his name.

"I'm sorry that I kept you waiting," he said.

You held his face with your hands and brought it close to kiss him again. You opened your mouth for him to let him taste you more and let him put his weight on you to fully feel him on top of you.

You held him so close, so tight, then kissed him again on the mouth. You took his sweater off because you got the urge to feel his skin under your touch.

Jeongin couldn't ignore the strike of burning desire inside of him, and he let his hand glide down your body, admiring your curve and the softness of your skin.

With your legs hooked around his, Jeongin rubbed his growing bulge against your crotch repeatedly, seeking more friction with your body.

With your mouth latched with his, you moved your hands down to his jeans to snap open the button and unzip it without looking. After you successfully did, you slipped your hand inside to stroke his length in your hand.

He softly groaned against your mouth, he pulled the hem of your dress and impatiently put your underwear to the side to feel your wetness.

There was no excuse for him to be this haste, but he needed to be inside you, it was something that he couldn't perceive logically. The urge was just there, uncontrollable and almost primal.

Jeongin put your hand away so he could pull his jeans down enough to let his erection sprung free.

And the urge got out of control when you spread your legs out for him, "it's okay, I'm on the pill," you told him.

Jeongin teased your cunt with his fingers, milking your arousal until you got drenched in your arousal.

He positioned himself between your legs then slowly pushed his length inside while continuously groaning at how overwhelming you felt around him.

"You feel so good, oh," you breathlessly said when he fully buried inside you.

Jeongin groaned and kneeled on the bed, he pulled the cleavage of your dress down to expose your breasts.

He squeezed on the flesh and pinched on the nipples before finally starting moving against you.

And you looked at him the whole time he was fucking you, only shifted your gaze to see his cock slipping in and out of you and your eyes snapped back to him.

His jaws clenched, his mouth slightly parted open with a few low grunts slipped past, and his eyes pierced yours through his gaze.

Jeongin took a fistful of the front of your dress in his hand as leverage, then picked up the pace of his thrusts.

And you muffled your moans by pressing your lips together as he fucked you senseless, hands gripping his thighs on the bed.

Jeongin couldn't ask for a better view than this, seeing you fall apart underneath him, moaning a mix of pain and pleasure sounds, your breasts jiggling with every hard thrust he did on you.

His eyes went lower to where his cock going inside you, your tight cunt wrapped around his length so deliciously he didn't want to have it any other way.

He cursed under his breath as he thrust into you so hard it shattered you from the inside, you moaned out loud with mouth agape.

He felt you clench and sucked him in deeper, he knew you just cum around him.

And he kept going even though it was overwhelming to do so, and when he thought it couldn't get any better, a surge of immense pleasure ran through his body. He went as shallow as possible when he cum inside you, planting his seed so deep inside you with a hand that pinched the flesh of your thigh.

It felt like he just marked you down with his cum inside you.

And you looked like a beautiful mess to him as you rubbed his forearms while blissfully smiling at him.

"Did we just do that?" You asked him in disbelief.

Jeongin nodded with a faint smirk on his face.

"I think I tore your dress," he said to you when he spotted the torn fabric on the cleavage of your dress.

You lowly chuckled at him, "I can always buy a new one," you told him.

Somehow you both found it hot having sex out of impulse fully clothed like that.

He lowered himself on top of you, kissed your mouth, then kissed down your neck with his hand cupping your breast.

You held him close with your hands around his, "what about Seungmin?" You suddenly asked.

Jeongin propped an elbow against the mattress, "I'll talk it out with him," he replied.

"No, it's okay, I'll talk with him," you offered because it was between you and Seungmin in the first place.

"Were you going to keep it a secret if I didn't say anything about it?" You asked him.

Jeongin meekly nodded, "I'm afraid that I would only break our friendship," he answered.

You traced his sharp jaw with your fingertips while sadly smiling at him, relieved that there was nothing to hide from him anymore.

"No more secret," you said to him.

Except that Jeongin still has another secret inside of him, a secret that he wanted to keep a little longer because you probably wouldn't be ready for it yet.

The three words that would forever bind you with him, making you truly his.

But Jeongin nodded at your words, he swiped his big thumb over your lips before placing a tender kiss on you.

"No more secret," he repeated.

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[ 3 new voicemails ] from lee minho ft. hwang hyunjin

📞 lee minho x reader

1. hey…what’s got you so busy you can’t answer my calls? i hope it’s something good…I hope you’re having a good day—i’m not. nothing crazy happened, just an abundance of little things. i tripped during rehearsal today and I bruised my knee. it hurts so bad. chan said I should stay off of it, but that would mean skipping practice tomorrow—I don’t think I can afford that, I really need to get this one move down. you know? … im sure you’ll tell me I should rest too. I hate when you side with chan, or any of the other boys, they always get smug and tease me for being a simp. you know im not a simp, right? I just care for you a bit more than I care for others.

2. im actually gonna cry…but don’t tell anyone I said that. sweetheart…you know that sweater of mine you stole before I left and wore for a whole week so it would have your scent? it smells normal now. I put it on this morning and I couldn’t get a single whiff of your perfume. im devastated, I don’t think I can be on tour anymore. not without you. I hate it here.

3. hello love of my life! its me, hyunjin! I just wanted to let you know that minho is being grumpy and that you really need to call him back. he wont say it, but not hearing your voice within the last six hours is really effecting him. I think he’s broken. has anyone seen my phone? I gotta go, talk to you later. I love you!

© ilovehimyourhonour

(permanent taglist @meloncremesoda @jungwonismybias )

WILD CARD.

Seungmin x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Seungmin got angry at you and it’s not because he lost a game to Lee Know. (2,1k words)

Minho tried to hold his waves of laughter as he showed his Uno cards at you.

You gasped because he got all the best cards. You looked at Seungmin, knowing that he’d lose this round again.

He shot you a glare, sensed the pity in your eyes.

Seungmin put out his cards when Minho burst out giggling as he pulled out the wild draw 4 cards one after another because there was no use for Seungmin to try. He leaned back against the couch and sighed in defeat.

Minho held his hands up at you, and you high-five him to congratulate him but caught both your hands in his, “What’s the result again?” He asked you, tangling his hands with yours.

Your eyes hovered to Seungmin, he was collecting the cards on the table.

“4:5 to Minho!” You answered.

Minho laughed that villainous laugh of him and finally let go of your hands, grabbed his glass of mango juice, and took a long swig.

You scooted over to Seungmin, couldn’t decide whether you should try to comfort him or just let him be, afraid that you would ruin his already sour mood. You settled on the latter.

“Don’t be mad, Seungmin! It’s just a game!” Minho said with a mocking tone before getting up from the floor.

“I’m going to bed,” he announced, took his phone from the table, “goodnight!” Minho gave you a ruffle on your hair and then went to his bedroom.

You were about to loop your arms around him until Seungmin suddenly took his jacket and put it on.

“Come on, I’m going to drive you home!” He said to you, there was a slight edge to his words.

You nodded at him and gathered your things from the coffee table.

It only took less than 15 minutes to get you to your place from his dorm, mainly because the traffic was slow towards the middle of the night.

Seungmin opened the car door for you like he usually does, maybe he wasn’t as mad as you think he was after all.

“I can’t stay long tonight,” he told you, locked the car as you made your way to the elevator.

“It’s okay,” you said to him, you guessed he was tired, and that contributed to this sour mood of his.

Seungmin was terribly quiet in the elevator, not that he’s the type to blabbering around, but sometimes he would randomly ask about your day or vice versa.

The elevator dinged as it arrived at your floor, your hand reached for his hand but Seungmin got out the second the elevator door slid open. Your heart sank, convinced that Seungmin was really mad at you.

He didn’t wait for you to enter your passcode to your place since he already knew it by heart, your steps getting heavier feeling more convinced that Seungmin was mad at you.

“Aren’t you going to come in?” He asked, holding the door open for you.

You quickly entered the house, stood there by the threshold, you braved yourself to confront him.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, your voice almost breaking at the end of your sentence.

Seungmin shot you a look then bent down to take off his shoes. He put his feet in the slippers he always wears around your place and walked inside, brushing past you.

You scoffed at his brashy attitude. You took off your shoes and kicked them to the side out of frustration, you followed him inside.

“Seungmin, what is wrong with you?” You asked him again because the silent treatment he gave you only irritated you more.

He just stood there in the middle of the room, took off his jacket then sat down on the sofa.

“Take off your clothes!” He said, his voice loud and firm.

He noticed the puzzled look on your face, he leaned forward with elbows resting on his knees.

“I said, take off your clothes!” he tried again, louder and resolute.

You sighed in exasperation but finally relented to whatever he was trying to do to you.

You took off your outerwear, then started unbuttoning your top one by one, Seungmin’s eyes didn’t leave you even for a second. You snapped open the button of your jeans and pulled it down and off your legs.

You stood there facing him, wearing nothing but the nude-colored undergarments. Your heart beating so fast you started to think you’re about to have a cardiac arrest.

Seungmin sighed before sitting down on the floor with his back against the sofa, he spread his legs open.

“Come here, sit down.” He patted the space between his legs.

You complied because it didn’t seem like he was going to tell you twice.

You walked over to him, sat down with your back leaned on his chest.

He took your hands and placed them under his arms, “Keep these hands here.” He commanded.

At this point, he wasn’t really asking you, you decided to just obey him.

“Bend your knees!”

You bent your knees as he told you.

Seungmin parted your legs with his hand, spreading them open next to his legs.

You turned your head to the side, stole a glance at Seungmin only for him to sharply exhaled cold air onto your bare shoulder.

He grabbed your chin and roughly kissed you on the mouth, his kiss was passionate and hungry like his life was depending on it.

He broke the kiss, left you breathless and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. With one hand reached your back, Seungmin unclasped your bra, you held up your hand to help him got rid of it and placed your hands back under his arms as he instructed you to.

You heard Seungmin scoffed behind you.

He placed his hand on your breast, fondling and kneading, rolling your bud between his thumb and index finger then tugged at it before pulled it away, which caused you to yelp in pain. He did the same to the other one, but this time he gave your breast a gentle slap, causing you to writhe in his hold.

“If it’s about earlier, I’m sorry, Seungmin!” You told him, as you panted.

“Who told you to speak?” He snapped, his eyes dark and wide. You shrank, feeling small now under his hold.

Seungmin moved his hand to your core now, slipped his hand under, and didn’t waste any second to start circling his fingers around your bundle of nerves.

You squirmed, feeling waves of pleasure getting into you. Without hesitating,

Seungmin slipped two fingers inside you, you gasped at the sudden penetration. He started pumping his fingers into you, he synced it with the thumb that circling your clit.

He knew his way around you, it didn’t take long for your high come closing in.

Your breath quickens, the knot in your stomach tightens, you were on the verge of your climax when Seungmin pulled out completely.

Your body shook at the orgasm denial, groaned onto his neck, “Seungmin,” you called breathlessly.

“You should have known what you did wrong now, huh?” He asked, pressed his mouth so close to your ear.

“I’m sorry, Seungmin,” you quickly apologized.

“For what?” He asked.

“For earlier, I’m sorry that you lost, I should have comforted you,” you told him, half panting.

He clicked his tongue together, “You think I’m mad over a stupid card game?”

Seungmin leaned forward to ripped down your underwear off your legs, “I’m going to give you more time to think over what you did wrong,” he said, parting your legs open and spread it open so he could palmed your cunt and without warning, jammed his digits back into you.

You cried out, he was knuckles deep inside you, his thumb on your clit again, syncing their movements.

Seungmin buried his head onto your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, your hand helplessly reaching for his head but he was quick to catch you by your wrist.

“You are not allowed to touch me.” He said to you, he brought your other hand to your chest then held both your hands there with a grip around your wrists.

You felt your high closing in again, and Seungmin noticed it too, he quickly pulled out of you again. You winced at being denied once again, your body slumped against his chest.

“Seungmin, please,” you pleaded with tears started pooling in your eyes.

“You know what you did wrong now?” He asked.

You swallowed air before you could answer, “Minho,” you paused to catch a breathe, “you’re mad because I was too close to Minho,”

Seungmin landed a slap on your cunt, sending your body jolted in its wake, you yelped, feeling a surge of pain rippled through your body.

“Why are you crying?” He asked in a mocking tone as a tear rolled down the corner of your eyes, “You were so happy with Minho earlier,” he added.

His hand began to go for another round on your cunt, he tapped your clit in rapid motion. Your body was already sensitive at this point, the slightest stimulation made you gasped and writhed.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,” you said, blubbering your words.

Seungmin shook his head, “I’m going to give you another lesson.”

He started fingering you again, your body stopped thrashing around due to exhaustion, sweat coated your body. Your body was heating, making your skin sweat, hot to the touch.

“Please, Seungmin, please,” was all you could manage to say to him, repeatedly, hoping he’d take a pity on you. It was hopeless though, your third high coming in yet he halted his movement just right when you were on edge.

Seungmin looked down on you with streaks of tears painted on your face.

“Not so happy now, huh?” He sneered, “why don’t you ask Minho for help?”

“Seungmin, please,” you said between your choked sobs.

“I’m getting sick of your pleads,” he said with a faint disgust in his words.

He brought his fingers that were inside your cunt a moment ago into your mouth, jammed it too deep into your mouth sending you gagging, when he pulled it out, you coughed with saliva dribbling down your mouth.

“You should’ve thought before you acted out like that,” Seungmin said, there was bitterness in his tone.

You coughed a few times before you could finally say a croaking apology, “I’m sorry,”

Seungmin looked down at you again, started taking pity on you as your body laying in limply before him, drained from overstimulation.

Sweat, tears, and saliva, your body struggled to keep awake. Seungmin let go of his grip on your wrists, sending your hands fell down to your sides. He scooped your body and hoisted it onto his lap, holding you in his care now.

Your tears seeped into the front of his shirt, “I’m sorry,” you said again, or it was your unconsciousness that said it.

“Shh….” he shushed you. He slowly got up from the floor then carrying you with his arms to your bedroom.

He lay you down gently on the bed. He got up to stripped off of all of his clothes then lay beside you on the bed. He hovered above you to removed strands of hair that stuck to your face, his thumb wiping down the tears from your eyes.

“My baby,” he cooed. He pressed kisses all over your face, tenderly as if he tried to make up for what he did to you.

“Baby,” he said with a sigh, peppering your neck with kisses.

“Seungmin,” you called out his name, your choked sobs replaced with low hiccups now, “I’m sorry,”

He shushed you again, “It’s okay, it’s alright now,” he convinced you, his thumb rubbing your cheeks.

“Seungmin,” you called out again.

“Yes, baby?” He replied.

“I still want you,” you told him almost pathetically.

He lowly chuckled against the side of your face, “okay,” he said in response.

Seungmin ran the tip of his dick along your slit, earning fresh juices from you.

Once he positioned himself at your entrance, he eased himself into you, you moaned at how good it feels to finally have him inside you.

You clenched around him the moment he bottomed out inside you, earned a few raw groans from him.

Seungmin lowered himself on top of you, laced his hand with yours at the side of your face. His kiss was so tender and careful as if you might break if he kissed you too hard.

He broke the kiss, leaving an inch between your lips,

“I love you,” he said against your lips, capturing you in a lingering kiss as he started thrusting into you at a painstakingly slow pace.

Pretty boy!!🥐🥛