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↳synopsis: you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecting was much more than just tutoring sessions.

↳ word count: 14.3k

↳ a/n: i know this isnt misfits or misfits related but i wanted to give you guys something whilst you wait for the next chapter. i havent been active due to a majot burnout, but im getting into the swing of it again. I hope you enjoy this one shot whilst you wait for the next chapter <3

↳ warnings: fem bodied reader, mentions of alcohol, explicit smut, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (wrap it pls), gn pronouns but Yunho calls reader a good girl.

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"Expelled, what do you mean?" you exclaim, the words of your professor hitting you like a sudden, unwelcome storm.

Your professor leans forward, her expression grave. "If you don’t make a change," she replies, her tone weighted with concern. "Your recent academic performance has been far from ideal, and it's no secret that you'd rather be out partying and socialising than studying. I've tried to advocate for you for the past few months, but even the student council is beginning to lose faith. You need to make a change, or else they will remove you from this program."

The news leaves you feeling torn. You have always been drawn to the vibrant social scene on campus, and it was no secret that you enjoy a good party. Balancing your studies with your social life has been a constant struggle, and it has finally caught up with you in the form of this dire warning.

Taking a deep breath, you try to gather your thoughts, your mind a whirlwind of confusion. "I don't know what to do, though," you admit, your voice tinged with both desperation and uncertainty.

Professor Turner fixes her gaze on you, her expression stern yet caring. Her half-moon glasses perch on the edge of her nose lends an air of wisdom to her appearance. She had always been one of the few teachers who genuinely believed in your potential, even if you hadn't quite lived up to it yet. 

She leans forward slightly, her eyes locked on yours. "You can start by addressing that persistent partying issue," she says, her tone deadpan but not without a hint of exasperation. "I've always seen your talent, but it's time for you to believe in it too. My patience for you is wearing thin, and the threat of expulsion is very real. You need to get your studies together, and fast."

Her words strike a chord, and bow your head down, tears starting to form in your eyes. The urgency of the situation finally sinks in, and you know it is time to make a change. 

Professor Turner's expression softens, and she leans back in her chair, understanding the turmoil in your eyes. "I know it can be challenging to balance both, but it's essential. Perhaps you can establish a more structured study schedule and limit your social activities during the week.”

Looking up at her, you notice the warmth and unwavering belief in her eyes, which provides a glimmer of hope amidst your uncertainty. 

She continues, "In fact, I found a tutor for you. Someone had to cancel on him at the last minute, and he's willing to take you on until your grades improve. He’s an incredibly sweet person, his grades are the best in my class."

Although you would rather avoid any study sessions or anything to do with your university academics, you reluctantly take the paper showcasing the number of the tutor your professor found for you. The paper displays the name "Jeong Yunho" along with his contact number. You have never heard of him before, which was unusual considering you considered yourself as a social butterfly who knew nearly everyone on campus. It occurred to you that there truly was a first time for everything.

As you held the paper, a sense of curiosity overcame your reluctance. You pondered the mystery behind this unknown tutor and wondered what kind of person Jeong Yunho was. 

—

Clutching your bag tightly under your arm, you reluctantly made your way towards the library on a Friday evening. With every step, you grumbled to yourself, yearning to be at a lively party instead, drowning your sorrows about the looming threat of expulsion. The future seemed bleak, and hope was a distant memory. When you left Professor Turner's office earlier, you almost crumpled the paper she had given you, fully intent on disregarding any contact with whoever the hell Yunho is.

The journey to the library is slow, partly because you have never set foot in the place before, and partly due to your resistance against the impending academic endeavour. You had never planned on being a library regular; it wasn't part of your college vision. Yet, the harsh reality of the potential consequences weigh heavily on your mind. Losing your education at this point would not only set you back years but also jeopardise all the hard work you have invested to even make it to this esteemed school in the first place.

With every reluctant step, you can’t help but reflect on the choices that have led you here. It was time to face the music, find this enigmatic Yunho, and see if, against all odds, he held the key to salvaging your academic future. 

Pushing open the heavy wooden doors of the university library, you're immediately greeted by the familiar scent of aged books and hushed whispers. The soft lighting casts a warm glow over the rows of shelves filled with knowledge, and you can't help but feel out of place in this quiet atmosphere. You've rarely ventured into this sanctuary of academia, and your lack of familiarity is evident as you scan the cavernous space, unsure of where to start

Stepping further into the library, your frustration and reluctance grow. You have little idea of who you're even looking for. The notion that Yunho might be some stereotypical "nerd-looking" guy briefly crosses your mind, and you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for the shallow assumption.

After several minutes of wandering the labyrinthine aisles, you find yourself standing in the centre of the library, defeated and ready to give up on this wild goose chase. You can't even muster the energy to be disappointed; you're too focused on your own internal battle between academic responsibilities and your desire for the social scene.

Just as you turn to head for the exit, your hasty retreat is halted by an unexpected and rather forceful collision. You practically bump into a broad, solid chest that seemingly appears out of nowhere. Startled, you stagger back a step, nearly dropping the papers that you have clenched in your hand.

Looking up, you're met with the sight of a tall man, much taller than you. The first thing you notice is his thick black-framed glasses perched on his nose, giving him a rather studious appearance. However, his eyes sparkle with warmth and curiosity, and his friendly, wide smile catches you off guard.

"I'm sorry," you stammer, feeling flustered by the unexpected encounter.

The man's voice is deep and soothing and light-hearted as he replies, "No need to apologise. Are you looking for someone, or can I help you find a book or something?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should reveal your purpose in the library. But the kindness in his eyes and the genuine desire to assist make you decide to share. "Actually, I'm trying to find someone named Yunho. I was told he could help me with my studies."

His smile widens, his eyes scrunching in the process, and he extends a hand in greeting. "Yunho, at your service. It's nice to meet you."

You shake his hand, feeling a mix of surprise and relief. Yunho is not what you had expected, and the moment you assumed he'd be a stereotypical "nerd" is now a distant memory. As you look into his friendly eyes, a sense of hope and optimism begins to replace the frustration and doubt that had plagued you earlier.

"You're Yunho?" you ask, a hint of surprise in your voice, as he begins to lead you towards where it appears he was sitting.

"Yes, is it hard to believe?" Yunho responds, a slight nervousness in his tone. "I can get my ID out if you're sceptical." He quickly reaches into his pocket, his ears turning a shade of red as he rushes to grab his ID.

Hastily, you halt him, not wanting to put him through the trouble of proving his identity. Silently, you smile to yourself, he is sweet.

You and Yunho take a seat at a quiet corner table within the library, and you find yourself fidgeting with unease in your chair. Yunho, observant of your discomfort, wisely refrains from commenting, valuing your need for privacy.

"Alright," Yunho began, adjusting his glasses with a hint of nervousness in his demeanour. He reaches into his bag, carefully pulling out two well-worn textbooks and a stack of papers, placing them on the table in front of you. 

"I wasn't entirely sure which topics you needed help with, so I brought materials for all five modules you're studying this semester."

You examine the books, their covers showing the marks of countless readers who had delved into their pages. 

"Are these your books?" you inquire, surprised by the thoughtfulness he has put into his preparation.

Yunho shakes his head, his cheeks flushing slightly as he admits, "No, I borrowed them from the library. Microbiology isn't my field of study."

Your disbelief is evident as you fix your gaze on him. The rosy hue on his cheeks deepens as he fiddles with the sleeves of his oversized sweater and adjusts his glasses nervously. "You don't study microbiology?" you ask, genuinely surprised.

"No," Yunho confesses, his embarrassment now fully on display. "I just study it as a hobby."

You can’t help but be impressed by his dedication and the sheer audacity of teaching a subject purely out of passion. 

"That's impressive," you state. You were well aware that to tutor a subject officially, one typically needed to pass a test administered by the school, certifying one's proficiency. The fact that Yunho was willing to help without any formal obligation was both admirable and unexpected.

Curiosity gets the better of you, you inquire, "What else do you tutor?"

Yunho hesitates for a moment, his fingers still absently adjusting his glasses. "Um, history, algebra, and applied sciences," he finally reveals, his modesty and shyness contrasting with his evident knowledge.

As you listened to him speak, you found yourself captivated not only by his academic prowess but also by the way he wore his thick glasses and his endearing shyness. Yunho was turning out to be a surprising and impressive individual, and you couldn't help but feel a growing fascination with the person who had just entered your academic world.

“So how much do you know about Microbiology?” Yunho questions, thinning through some of the papers in front of him.

“Uh, the basics I guess.” you mumble, your knowledge not the best seeing as you have missed many lectures the past few months.

Yunho's gaze meets yours, and you sense him observing your unease as his eyes traverse your form. 

With a soft tone, he reassures you, "it’s okay, you can be honest. I'm here to help you, so you have to be honest. Then I can help you in the best way possible.” 

For a fleeting moment, his words touch your heart, a warmth spreading within. Yet, you quickly suppress the feeling, reminding yourself that there is no time for such emotions in your busy life.

“I’ve forgotten a lot, to be honest.” 

“That’s okay, we will start with the basics today, to refresh your memory.” 

Under the soft glow of the study lamps in your cosy corner of the library, Yunho begins to unravel the basics. The excitement in his eyes was unmistakable, his passion for the subject evident with every word he spoke.

"Alright," he begins, tracing his finger along the pages filled with complex diagrams and scientific jargon. "As you likely already know, microbiology is the study of tiny organisms, like bacteria, viruses, and fungi. These microorganisms are everywhere, and they play a crucial role in our lives, from the food we eat to the diseases we encounter."

Yunho's explanation is clear and concise, making sure to break down complex ideas into easily digestible pieces. 

He continues, "Uhh, the basics: the three main types of microorganisms. First, there are bacteria. They're single-celled organisms that can be both good and bad. Some bacteria help with digestion in your gut, while others can cause diseases."

You nod along, your memory starting to be refreshed. Yunho's enthusiasm is contagious, and you find yourself getting more and more interested in the subject.

He flips to a page with colourful illustrations of various microorganisms. "Then there are viruses, which are even smaller than bacteria. They're not considered living because they can't reproduce on their own. Instead, they need a host cell to replicate. Viruses are responsible for many illnesses, like the flu or COVID."

You absorb the information, appreciating how Yunho made the complex concept of viruses relatable. "And the third type?" you prompt.

"Ah, fungi," Yunho smiles. "Fungi are more complex microorganisms. They can be beneficial, like the yeast used in baking bread, or harmful, causing infections like athlete's foot. They're known for their unique cell structure and reproduction methods."

Whilst he explains, he encourages you to ask questions, making sure you are following along. The library's serene ambiance, coupled with Yunho's patient teaching, created a comfortable learning atmosphere. He didn't rush, taking his time to make sure you grasped each concept before moving on.

He continued to cover the basics of microbiology, including the significance of studying these microorganisms, their role in medicine, agriculture, and environmental science. Yunho's passion for the subject was evident in the way he animatedly discussed the various branches of microbiology, from medical microbiology to environmental microbiology, each with its unique focus and importance.

In the quiet of the library, during this unexpected first study session, you find yourself lost in thought. This wasn't how you had imagined it would go, and you can’t help but be impressed and thankful for Yunho's extraordinary patience and intelligence. 

You had initially expected a conventional tutoring experience, but Yunho has proven to be so much more. His explanations were crystal clear, his passion for the subject contagious, and his willingness to help you with genuine enthusiasm is striking. He isn’t just a smart individual; he is a rare combination of intelligence and empathy.

You marvel at the fact that he wasn't the stereotypical snobby, know-it-all type who might look down on your abilities. Instead, Yunho is an embodiment of understanding and non-judgment. As he continues to make the complex subject of microbiology comprehensible, you can’t help but feel immense gratitude.

The study session with Yunho nears its end and you find yourself in a much different frame of mind than when you had started. Initially apprehensive about having a tutor, you have been pleasantly surprised by the experience. Your worries have somewhat melted away, replaced by a growing sense of confidence and gratitude.

Yunho, having covered a significant portion of the microbiology basics, closes the textbook with a satisfied smile. "I think we've made some good progress today," he says. "But there is still a lot we have to cover before exams next month. I expect to see you every Wednesday and Friday until then." Yunho attempts a stern voice, jokingly pointing his finger at you.

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “Yes sir.” you salute him, acting back on his funny actions. 

Gathering your belongings, you prepare to leave the library, yet Yunho surprises you with a genuine offer. 

"If you ever have questions or need further assistance, don't hesitate to reach out. I'm here to help, and I enjoy teaching. We can meet on more days if you need."

You smile at the sincerity in his voice, “that’s okay, Yunho.” you say before turning towards the exit.

Walking out of the library, a lightness seems to settle upon your chest, replacing the initial apprehension with a sense of accomplishment. Glancing at your phone, you note that it is only ten in the evening. This realisation fills you with a newfound sense of freedom and opportunity.

With a contented smile, you contemplate the evening unfolding before you. The memory of the house party, just a short walk down the road, initially seemed distant due to your earlier commitment to the study session with Yunho. Despite knowing that you should be heading home to review your notes, a mischievous thought crept into your mind – what Yunho didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

A sly smirk plays on your lips as you begin to make your way toward the house party. You can’t deny the allure of a night filled with fun and perhaps a little indulgence. Yet, as you take your first steps, a fleeting moment of hesitation overcomes you. You pause, reflecting on the considerable effort Yunho had put into helping you today.

It is a big realisation. Few, if any, have ever invested so much time and effort in your growth and success. Your heart warms for a brief second at the thought, but just as quickly, you push aside those emotions. You have your reasons – a past that still haunted you, and the fear of getting your heart broken once more. You can’t afford to be vulnerable.

Despite your better judgement, you continue your journey to the house party, determined to enjoy the night to the fullest. 

Unbeknownst to you, though, Yunho's presence would linger in your thoughts throughout the night.

—

Several weeks have passed since the start of your study sessions with Yunho, and it has been quite the transformative period. Initially, you had been reluctant to engage in any additional study outside of your scheduled sessions with him. But over time, Yunho's presence had become a reassuring constant in your life, offering a sense of peace and support that you couldn't quite admit to yourself.

During the past couple of weeks, you found yourself increasingly immersed in your books and studies, even sometimes choosing academic pursuits over the lively parties that your large, party-loving friend group frequented. 

The shift in your priorities had not gone unnoticed by your friends, who seemed disheartened by your withdrawal from their activities. A residue of guilt clings to you every time you opted to hit the books rather than attend a party. Your ‘friends’ have grown vocal about it, casting you as a bore and a waste of time, berating you for supposedly losing your popularity.

Amid this turmoil, your study sessions with Yunho had become a sanctuary, a refuge from the social pressure and expectations. What you didn't fully realise was the profound positive impact these sessions were having on you, not just academically but also in terms of your personal growth.

Just a few days ago, you faced your first exam since you had started your sessions with Yunho and today you are receiving the results. You are well aware that if you do not pass this, it is not a huge deal seeing as it is not a final exam. Yet you do need to prove yourself to the student council by at least getting a D. 

The anticipation is palpable in Professor Turner's classroom, the air thick with nervous energy. She stands at the front of the room, clutching a stack of papers that hold the results of the previous week's exam. Your heart races as you sit there, your anxiety mounting with each passing moment.

Whilst Professor Turner begins to distribute the grades, your palms grow clammy, and your heart races even faster. 

As Professor Turner finally reaches your desk, she hands you the paper with a warm smile that holds an underlying pride. In the corner of the sheet, a vibrant red 'C' was marked. It isn’t the highest grade in the class, but at this moment, it feels like a monumental achievement.

A sense of accomplishment washes over you like a warm wave, as you realise that all the effort, Yunho's unwavering support, and Professor Turner's belief in you is beginning to pay off. 

You cannot wait to let Yunho know about the news.

The campus courtyard was alive with activity as students milled about, enjoying the pleasant weather and the break from their studies. Among the various clusters of friends, you spot Yunho, standing with a small group of his own. His friends seem to be engaged in an animated conversation, their voices and laughter filling the air. 

You observe Yunho for a brief moment, his expression appearing neutral as he attentively listens to his friend's conversation. Your gaze then drifts down to the sight of Yunho pulling up the sleeves of his knitted sweater, revealing his unexpectedly well-defined forearms. The contrast between his baggy clothing and his toned physique momentarily catches you off guard.

But as you approach, your excitement is impossible to contain, the momentary thought of how toned Yunho is elsewhere leaves your mind. Your heart races, and you feel a surge of joy within you. The sense of accomplishment overwhelms you, and you can’t wait to share the news with Yunho, regardless of the audience.

Without hesitation, you stride purposefully toward him, determination etched across your face. The moment you reach him, you suddenly feel a little small under the eyes of his friends who seem to have noticed you approaching.

“Yunho,” you say gently, attempting to get his attention.

Yunho turns around, surprised to see you talking to him outside of your study sessions.

“Hey, what’s up?” Yunho questions, his attention fully on you as he forgets his friends existence.

“I passed the exam,” you beam, “well barely it was only a C.”

Yunho’s eyes widen as his face breaks into a bright, genuine smile. His eyes, behind his thick glasses, now sparkle with delight. 

"That's amazing! I knew you could do it!" he exclaims, his enthusiasm matching yours.

His friends can’t resist exchanging glances among themselves, finding it rather peculiar to witness your conversation with Yunho. After all, you are a highly popular figure in their school, while Yunho remains a reserved and relatively unknown individual.

The smile of pride that graces Yunho's face stirs a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, a sensation that has become increasingly common in recent times. Yet, you can't quite bring yourself to acknowledge the feeling, even to yourself.

Yunho's hand rises with a touch of hesitation before gently resting on the top of your head, playfully ruffling your hair to convey a silent 'good job.' Your entire face warms at the simple gesture, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

"Now, it's time to focus on those major tests, okay?" Yunho exclaims, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he makes an effort to infuse you with the same excitement.

"Yes, sir," you respond with a playful salute, evoking a chuckle from his lips. Saluting Yunho has become somewhat of a habit, and he finds it endearing every time you do it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” 

You offer a nod, a warm smile gracing your face as you wave and bid farewell to Yunho and his friends.

Walking away, you feel a deep sense of gratitude for Yunho's unwavering support, not just as a tutor but as a friend who is being a great help in your journey toward success. 

His encouragement had been a driving force in your recent accomplishments, and you couldn't have been happier to share this victory with him and his friends in the vibrant courtyard, a testament to the bonds forged through your academic pursuits.

As you depart, Yunho's gaze lingers on your retreating figure, a faint smile gracing his lips as he replays the conversation in his mind. The moment you vanish from his sight, his friends swivel toward him, their faces etched with bewilderment and curiosity.

"When you mentioned you were tutoring someone, you didn't say it was them?" Wooyoung exclaims, genuine confusion stemming from the exchange they just witnessed.

Yunho, momentarily caught off guard by their reactions, inquires, "What do you mean?" He shifts his attention toward the group, ready to address their inquiries.

"Dude, she's the most popular person in this school; you don't just get to talk to them," San chimes in, his astonishment mirroring Wooyoung's.

Yunho, however, didn't buy into the notion of social hierarchies. He pokes San in the forehead, responding, "We're not in high school anymore, and there's no such thing as popular girls and guys."

Wooyoung's expression softens as he mulls over your interaction. "And they were so nice," he continues, noting Yunho's reaction. "I didn't expect someone with their status to be so nice."

Yunho's annoyance flares at the stereotype implied in Wooyoung's words, his brow furrowing. "Don't hold such stereotypes," he chastises his friend. "They... they are the sweetest person I know."

San's eyes widen as he glances at Yunho, connecting the dots. "Holy moly," he exclaims. "You like them, don't you?"

Yunho scrambles to hush him up, his cheeks flushing. "Shut up," he grumbles, though the embarrassment in his voice hints at a deeper truth.

—

“Ugh, I’m never going to pass this test,” you groan as you throw your head into your hands, frustration emitting from your every fibre.

"Come on, don't be so pessimistic. You've got this, and I believe in you," Yunho exclaims, his warm smile casting a ray of encouragement over the room. He watches as you succumb to a hissy fit, a mix of frustration and self-doubt, a smile covering his features at your actions.

"You always say that, but this time I am doomed," you groan, your voice muffled by your hands as you bury your face in them.

Gently, Yunho reaches out and takes your hands, coaxing them away from your face. The contact sends a brief tremor through your heart, and you can’t help but notice the warmth of his touch.

"You can do it; you're the smartest person I know," Yunho says softly, locking his eyes with yours. His words catch you off guard, and you look at him, a puzzled expression furrowing your brow. 

"I'm not smart; if I were, I wouldn't need a tutor," you state flatly, a hint of self-deprecation in your tone, which elicits a chuckle from Yunho.

"I'd be an idiot not to see your potential. I just think you had your priorities muddled when you first came here," he remarks.

Curious, you probe further. "What do you mean?"

"I mean it's no secret you enjoy a party," Yunho replies.

"No, before that."

"Oh," Yunho responds, and he continues, seemingly on a roll, "Well, I'd have to be blind not to see how smart you actually are. You're very capable of applying knowledge and solving problems. You have an excellent memory; most of the time, I only have to explain something once, and you've already processed it and applied it. It's very impressive. You're incredibly talented too. I see all the drawings you do in your book when you’re bored."

Yunho continues his praise, yet he is unaware of the emotions that well up within you. When he eventually glances in your direction, he is taken aback to find your eyes glistening with tears and a smile gracing your face.

"Did I say something wrong? I'm so sorry if it wasn't my intention," he inquires quickly, a sense of concern crossing his features as he worries he may have inadvertently hurt your feelings.

You shake your head and wipe away a tear, still smiling. "No, Yunho. It's just... no one really sees me like that anymore."

Now Yunho is confused for a different reason. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, most people see me as the 'popular girl' or 'the life of the party.' I don't know. It's nice to be seen as something other than the stereotype.”

"I know what you mean," Yunho says, his hand ruffling his hair as his cheeks turn a faint shade of red.

"What do you mean?" you ask, intrigued by his response.

"Well, I'm usually seen as a nerd or a loner. People only talk to me when they need help with assignments or answers for exams. It was nice at first, feeling needed, but now it just feels like I'm being used in a way. I only have two friends, and they spend more time with each other than they do with me." Yunho admits, his gaze drifting down to his fingers, where he idly picks at a piece of dead skin on his nail.

"I know it's weird coming from me since you're literally my tutor, but I don't think your intelligence defines you," You begin, causing Yunho to look up at you with a puzzled expression, waiting for you to elaborate.

You continue, your words flowing with sincerity, "You're a sweetheart, Yunho. I see you helping people, not because you have to, but because you genuinely enjoy it. You're kind, a gentleman, and incredibly thoughtful. Your sense of humour is beyond anyone I've ever met before; it's refreshing to talk to someone whose humour isn't just 'your momma' jokes or making others look bad to get a laugh."

Yunho furrows his eyebrows, taking in your words, his expression almost studying them.

"Plus," you add, a warm smile gracing your face, "whether you like it or not, I consider you my friend."

—

The evening sun casts a warm glow over the campus as you join your friend group in the bustling cafeteria. Laughter and chatter filled the air as you settled in with them at your usual table. The topic of conversation quickly turns to the party happening later in the night, an event that has become increasingly rare for you to attend. The thought of partying when there was a crucial final exam on the horizon weighs heavily on your mind.

"Hey, you are coming to the party tonight, right?" your friend asks, a glimmer of anticipation in their eyes.

You hesitate for a moment, knowing what your priorities were. "I wish I could, but I really need to study for the final exam," you explain.

Immediately, your friends' expressions grow sour, and they exchange incredulous glances. "Again? You're always studying or making excuses. It's like you're avoiding us," one of them remarks, frustration creeping into their tone.

Their words sting, and you feel the pressure of their expectations bearing down on you. "I'm not avoiding anyone; I just have to prioritise my studies, you guys know I might get expelled." you insist, your voice wavering slightly as you try to maintain your composure.

But your friends aren’t satisfied with your explanation. 

"You never come to parties anymore. You're turning into a loser nerd, just like that loner Yunho," another friend declares with a snide tone, and the others chime in agreement, chuckles leaving their mouths.

The words strike a nerve, and you can’t hold back any longer. How dare they insult Yunho, who has been there for you during your toughest times of studying? The anger that has been building up inside you erupts.

"Yunho is not a loser," you snap, your voice filled with indignation. "He's been more of a friend to me than any of you. If you can't understand the importance of my studies and support me, then I don't need ‘friends’ like you."

At that moment, you make a decision. These friends are just immature individuals who only care about getting drunk and partying. They value popularity and shallow connections over your well-being and academic success. You have had enough of pretending to be something you weren't just to fit in.

"I don't care about popularity if it means I have to be fake and have fake-ass friends," you exclaim. With that, you push your chair back and leave the table, leaving your former friends behind, realising that true friendship means understanding and respecting your priorities, not forcing you to compromise your goals.

Walking away from the cafeteria, you feel a mix of anger, relief, and sadness. It was painful to let go of friendships that had once meant so much to you, but you knew that your academic journey is more important than trying to fit into a mould that didn't truly represent who you were.

Tears well up in your eyes, and you can’t prevent them from spilling over as you stand just outside the school gates. You pay no mind to the curious glances of onlookers, for your emotions are too overwhelming to be hidden. You aren’t entirely certain if these tears are born of sadness, frustration, or a turbulent mix of both.

Without even thinking, you pull out your phone and dial Yunho’s number. You are not sure if you want to be alone tonight, yet you definitely do not want to go to a party. The only person you know will be available is Yunho. Maybe you can have an extra study session tonight.

It takes the phone only five seconds before Yunho picks up, his voice bright as he greets you.

"Hey, Yunho," you begin, attempting to maintain a sense of composure, but the tremor in your voice reveals your unease.

Yunho's keen ear picks up on the shakiness in your tone, and concern washes over him as he responds with a soft, soothing voice, "What's wrong?"

You sniffle, trying to brush off the emotions threatening to overcome you. "Nothing, it's nothing," you reply, your voice still carrying the traces of distress. "Are you free to study? I don't have anything to do, and I need to go over a few things."

Yunho is aware that a big party is scheduled for tonight, information he had gathered from Wooyoung, who also enjoys such gatherings. He finds it puzzling that you, too, had initially expressed an interest in attending the event, but he refrained from voicing his curiosity.

"I am free, but the library is closed today, and the school is closing soon too," Yunho explains, an idea begins to take root in his mind, and he hesitates before asking, "You could come to my place?"

The offer hangs in the air for a moment, full of unspoken implications. Yunho's excitement about the prospect of having you over is palpable, yet he tries to maintain his composure. He knows that his place will offer a quiet environment for studying.

The offer hangs in the air, and for a brief moment, you hesitate. You are well aware that accepting Yunho's invitation would signify a slight shift in your academic tutor relationship. The unspoken implications dance in the silence between you.

Yunho, on the other hand, finds his nervousness manifesting in the way he chews the inside of his cheek. His heart races as he awaits your response, unsure of how you would react to his proposition.

Despite your initial reservations, you can’t seem to bring yourself to decline his offer. The warmth and genuine concern that Yunho has consistently shown makes you feel safe and comfortable around him, and you find it difficult to resist the idea of studying in his presence, even if it means stepping slightly outside the boundaries of your tutor-student dynamic.

“What’s your address?” 

Making your way to Yunho's apartment, the anticipation of seeing him outside the usual academic setting adds an extra layer of excitement to your steps. The prospect of stepping into his personal space, even for a study session, feels like a small adventure.

You reach his apartment door and take a moment to collect yourself, your heart beating just a bit faster with each passing second. When you knock, the immediate rustling sounds from the other side of the door indicate that Yunho is indeed home.

The door opens, revealing a sight that takes your breath away. You are accustomed to seeing Yunho in smart attire, his hair always neatly styled, and he consistently looks presentable. However, the man who stands before you now is quite different.

Yunho is dressed in a loose grey T-shirt that hangs comfortably on his frame, and he wears a pair of black sweatpants that appear as cosy as they are casual. His hair is fluffy and untamed, in stark contrast to his usually well-groomed appearance. Yet, for some reason, this version of Yunho is just as captivating.

He still wears his thick glasses, but the way he looks now, so relaxed and approachable, makes your heart flutter. You can’t help but notice the subtle differences that render him all the more appealing. Your eyes linger on his toned arms, a part of him that was typically concealed beneath his attire. The sight of them, revealed in the simple T-shirt, is enough to send a rush of warmth throughout your body.

Yunho's appearance today is a stark departure from his usual academic demeanour, and it leaves you both pleasantly surprised and, admittedly, a little flustered. 

"Hey, uh, you can come in," Yunho stammers, a faint blush covering his cheeks.

You step inside, casting a brief but appreciative glance around Yunho's apartment. The space is on the smaller side, but it exudes a cosy charm that instantly puts you at ease. The apartment is immaculately clean and well-organised with a sense of tranquillity that contrasts with the bustling student life outside.

The living room is adorned with shelves, and the shelves are full of an impressive array of books, neatly arranged in rows. The sight of so many books gives you a glimpse into the depth of his knowledge and his passion for education.

As you look around, you notice a comfortable-looking sofa with a warm throw blanket tossed over it, a sign of a space that was both functional and inviting. The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated a study area with a well-kept desk, hinting at countless hours of diligent work.

Yunho's apartment is not large, but it feels like a haven for anyone seeking a peaceful refuge from the outside world. It reminds you of Yunho.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?" Yunho asks, his voice tinged with a touch of nervousness as he observes your exploration of his apartment.

You take a moment to absorb the cosy ambiance of his living space before replying, "Have you had dinner?"

Yunho's cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and a small, endearing smile graced his lips. “I haven't yet, I was going to order something later.”

“Can we eat together? I haven't eaten since this morning.”

Yunho grumbles your name, reprimanding you, "I told you, you need to eat regularly; it helps with..."

You finish his sentence with a soft chuckle, "Concentration, I know, Yu."

The use of the affectionate nickname "Yu" slips easily from your lips, and you are unaware of the profound impact it has on Yunho. His heart races at the sound of it, though he tries to hide his reaction with a smile. 

You continue, "We can eat while studying, right?" Your suggestion seems to lighten the mood, and Yunho is more than willing to accommodate your request.

“Of course.”

Yunho and you sit on the floor of his living room, your books and notes spread out on his coffee table, which also hold the remnants of an empty pizza box from your meal earlier. This makeshift study space is cosy, and the atmosphere is filled with the shared pursuit of knowledge.

Yunho is positioned in front of you, as he often is during your study sessions, carefully watching you as you diligently take notes. He couldn't help but admire your dedication and determination, and his heart swelled with pride as he saw your progress. 

As you write, a strand of hair slips from behind your ear and falls in front of your face. It is a simple, everyday occurrence, but to Yunho, it is a moment of subtle beauty. He feels a strong urge to reach out and tuck that strand of hair behind your ear, to be close to you in that small, intimate way. However, he holds back, not wanting to push any boundaries that existed between you. 

He watches with fascination as you decide to tie your hair up, using a hairband that was on your wrist. The act of gathering your hair and securing it in a ponytail seems almost magical to him. Yunho can’t deny the allure of how you look with your hair up, a sense of casual elegance that tugs at his heart.

In this moment, his thoughts stray to less innocent territories, but he quickly redirects his focus to the task at hand. He can’t afford to let his mind wander too far, not when the two of you are deep in a study session and he is fairly certain you would never harbour feelings for him in that way. 

However, the image of you with your hair tied up stays with him, etched into his memory, a reminder of the many facets of your charm that make it increasingly difficult for him to keep his feelings at bay.

You furrow your brows, attempting to decipher a particularly complex passage about pathogens. It is a subject that has always managed to baffle you, and tonight was no exception.

Glancing up, you are caught off guard by the intense gaze of Yunho. He was already intently staring at you, an indescribable emotion in his eyes. Clearing your throat, you shift your focus back to the book, feeling the weight of his attention. Yunho immediately averts his gaze, pretending to be engrossed in his own book.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to take a chance and ask the question that has been bothering you about the microorganism. "Yunho, can you help me with this? I don't quite understand this."

Yunho's attention snaps back to you, his eyes focusing on the book. However, as he leans in to get a better look, the words on the page seem to blur. Determined to help you, he moves closer, sitting next to you on the floor. His arm brushing against yours, his thigh lightly touching yours, creates a subtle yet undeniable physical connection.

Yunho looks down at your bare thighs and he mentally curses you for wearing a skirt, he isn't sure how to pay attention when you are so close to him.

Yunho begins to explain the terminology and you find it increasingly challenging to concentrate on the subject. Your eyes are locked on his face, drawn to the way his lips move and the subtle changes in his expression as he explains the concepts. His proximity was both distracting and comforting, and you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest.

You cannot deny the allure of Yunho's presence. His crisp scent, a mix of a rich, woody sweetness and a hint of cologne, fills your senses and sends your mind racing. It is an intoxicating aroma that evokes a sense of freshness and warmth, creating an almost magnetic pull.

Listening to Yunho's explanations, you struggle to keep your focus on the topic at hand. Your eyes remain fixed on his face, capturing the play of emotions and the genuine care he puts into helping you understand. In this moment, the connection between you is undeniable, and the unspoken tension in the air seems to grow with each passing second. Little did you both know the profound effect you are having on each other as you lean against one another, on the verge of something unspoken. The second Yunho moves back to his seat, you suddenly feel awfully cold and empty, yet once again you push the feelings away.

The two of you continue your study session, when Yunho suddenly removes his glasses and rubs his eyes in a gesture of weariness. His actions catch your attention, and your gaze remains locked on his face, momentarily entranced by the change in his appearance.

In all the time you have spent with Yunho, you have never really taken into consideration how handsome he might be without his glasses. Now, as you observe his bare face, you are struck by his natural beauty. His features are chiselled and symmetrical, and there is a timeless quality to his face that make him incredibly appealing.

Yunho's clear eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, hold a depth that you haven't fully appreciated before. His skin was smooth and unblemished, and his lips had a natural rosy hue. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a different charm to him that you have never taken the time to notice.

For a moment, you find yourself in awe of how genuinely handsome he is, and you can’t help but appreciate the sight of him with his glasses off.

The study session is coming to a close, and as you gather your books and notes, you notice a curious look on Yunho's face. It is evident that he has something on his mind, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

"Is there something??" you inquire, your voice soft and inquisitive.

Yunho hesitates for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. "When you called, you seemed upset. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I was just worried."

You look at him with a touch of surprise at his perceptiveness. 

The fight with your friends wasn’t something you had planned to discuss, but you can sense the genuine concern in Yunho's expression, and you feel compelled to share.

Taking a deep breath, you begin to explain the situation, recounting the immaturity and unfair accusations that had led to the fallout. Yunho's shock and disbelief at their behaviour is palpable, and his expression reveals a mix of sympathy and frustration on your behalf.

"I can't believe they'd act like that," Yunho exclaims, his voice laced with sympathy. "It's their loss, you know. You're an incredible person, and they're the ones who are missing out."

Yunho's words are comforting, and the warmth of his understanding makes you feel as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. It is a rare and welcome feeling to have someone truly empathise with your situation, and you find yourself grateful for his support.

Yunho watches you with a tender look when suddenly his curiosity gets the best of him, and he asks, "What does your boyfriend think of you coming to my house and spending so much time with me?"

You let out a sigh, the question touching a nerve you are not quite ready to address. "I don't have a boyfriend," you confess, and for a moment, there is a hint of vulnerability in your voice.

Yunho, genuinely surprised, raises an eyebrow, trying to hide his excitement as he peers at you. "Why not?"

You sigh again, your gaze dropping to the floor. "Most of the boys I'm around aren't ready for a relationship. They just want something casual, and I don't want to get my heart broken."

Yunho's brow furrows as he considers your response. "I didn't expect that," he admits, his voice tinged with surprise.

"What do you mean?" you ask, genuinely curious about his reaction.

Yunho sets a piece of paper he had been studying in front of him, "I mean, you have guys falling at your feet. Don't you have one person you enjoy spending time with?"

You ponder on his words, your eyes lingering on Yunho, who is now fully engaged in the paper. He isn't looking at you; instead, his gaze is focused on the words before him. 

After a moment of contemplation, you respond, "I enjoy spending time with you."

The second the  words leave your lips, Yunho looks up from his reading, and the world seems to momentarily stand still around you. His heart skips a beat, and for a fraction of a second, everything else fades into the background. Your words hang in the air, and Yunho lets them sink in.

In this suspended moment, it is as if the universe conspired to create a connection that went beyond friendship and tutoring. Yunho's heart pounds in his chest, and he can’t help but meet your gaze with a mixture of surprise and affection. 

Yunho cannot deny the impact of your confession. It is a sentiment he has quietly harboured but never dared to voice. Now, as the reality of your words settle in, he can’t help but feel a sense of joy and gratitude for the special bond that has grown between you, transcending the boundaries of tutor and student.

—

The night is alive with the promise of revelry as you arrive at a party, a whirlwind of colour and sound. It has been some time since you'd attended such an event, focusing intensely on your studies. But tonight is different. Hongjoong, an old friend who had no knowledge of falling out with your other friends, had invited you. You trusted him not to judge your academic priorities, and the prospect of enjoying yourself was too tempting to resist.

You had chosen to let loose for the evening. After an intense study session last night, you felt you deserved a break. You wear a stunning deep purple dress that hugs your curves, accentuating your figure in all the right places. The fabric clings to you like a second skin, and its elegance draws the admiring gazes of many in attendance. Though you are well aware of the attention, you can’t help but feel indifferent to it now. Your priorities have shifted, and the superficial desires of others hold little sway over you.

Entering the party, the vibrant atmosphere envelopes you. The music throbs with an infectious beat, and the dance floor pulses with people lost in the rhythm. Laughter and conversations fill the air, and the warm glow of colourful lights creates a dazzling backdrop for the night's festivities.

Spotting Hongjoong in the kitchen, you make your way through the bustling crowd. He is deeply engrossed in a lively conversation with some of his friends, a characteristic grin lighting up his face. A sense of nostalgia and anticipation welled up within you as you drew closer.

You approach Hongjoong, who is mingling near the drinks table, a welcoming smile on his face as he spots you. 

“Do you want a drink?” He offers, but you decline, stating that you have an early lecture the next morning. 

Hongjoong nods understandingly, knowing you are dedicated to your studies. You are grateful for his response, as he does not press the issue but simply smiles and continues with the conversation.

“So you’ve gone back to your nerd roots,” Hongjoong jokes as he hands you a cup of cola.

You laugh as you take the cup, “it’s been a while since I've studied this hard,”

“You were always stuck in a book in highschool,” 

“It’s nice to feel like my brain isn't rotting anymore,” you exclaim laughing.

“I’ll cheers to that,”

As you chat with Hongjoong, you enjoy catching up and the lively atmosphere of the party. When all of a sudden you see a familiar figure from the corner of your eye. At first, you thought your mind might be playing tricks on you, but as you turn your head, you realise it was indeed who you thought it was.

Quickly, you bid a quick goodbye to Hongjoong and make your way through the crowd, heading straight for the person, who seems to be stumbling around slightly. 

Concern etched on your face, you approach him and ask, "Yunho, what on earth are you doing here?"

Yunho's expression is a mix of surprise and embarrassment as he struggles to regain his composure. "Uh… I’m not really sure," he admits, his voice tinged with nervousness.

You can’t help but feel a combination of amusement and warmth at his unexpected presence. Yunho, who usually exudes an air of composed intelligence, seems to be a bit out of his element in the party scene. Nonetheless, you appreciated the effort he made to be there. 

"Are you okay?" You question, his anxious eyes dart around the crowded room, taking in the chaotic atmosphere of the party.

Yunho hesitates for a moment before admitting, "Would it be weird if I said I don't like it here?"

A warm smile graces your face, understanding his unease in this unfamiliar setting. Without hesitation, you reach out and gently grab his hand, your fingers interlocking boldly. Yunho is taken aback by the physical contact, feeling the warmth of your hand in his, and his heart flutters in response.

You lead him to a more secluded area of the house where the music is not as deafening, and the crowd is much thinner. The change of scenery provides a welcome respite from the overwhelming chaos of the main party area. Yunho can’t ignore the way your small hands feel in his large ones, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. It is a simple gesture, but it makes him feel closer to you, dispelling some of his unease.

In the quieter, more secluded area of the house, you and Yunho find a temporary refuge from the bustling party. 

"What are you really doing here?" you ask, curiosity in your eyes.

Yunho's expression shifts, and he admits, "Wooyoung dragged me here. I didn't really want to come, and I already don't like it." His eyes scan the room, taking in the scene around him.

For a moment, Yunho's gaze settles on you, and he notices your choice of attire, a short, form-fitting dress that accentuates your curves. It is a striking sight that leaves an indelible impression on him. His mind wanders to non-innocent places, etching the image of you in this dress into his memory. He can’t deny that you look stunning, and his thoughts momentarily venture into uncharted territory.

Although his initial discomfort at the party has faded, the sight of you in that dress stirs something within him, something he has only thought of late at night. It is an unexpected sight that leaves Yunho in a state of internal turmoil, struggling to keep his thoughts in check as he tries to focus on the conversation at hand.

The pulsating music and the chaotic atmosphere of the party seems to close in around you. Suddenly a thought crosses your mind, and you turn to Yunho, considering your options.

"Do you want to get out of here?" you ask, your voice barely audible over the party noise.

Your question snaps Yunho out of his thoughts, and he looks back up at you as if he had been caught taking in your form. His gaze meets yours, and for a brief moment, you can see the vulnerability in his eyes. It is a rare sight, and it makes you feel even more connected to him.

It takes less than a second for Yunho to answer, "Yes."

Without further hesitation, he intertwines your fingers with his, and you both rush towards the exit of the house. Yunho's larger frame shields you from the reckless partiers who are going strong, ensuring you don't get caught in the chaos of the crowd. The touch of his hand is both reassuring and electrifying, and it feels like an unspoken agreement between the two of you; an escape from the madness into a more tranquil and intimate setting.

You are not sure how you ended up at Yunho’s apartment, yet you cannot quite complain. Since the study session at his house you have desired to be back at his, it was so comforting and peaceful in his house and you love it there. 

"You can make yourself at home, I'm going to grab us some food," Yunho explains as he opens the door to his cosy apartment. He moves to grab his wallet from the coffee table, ready to head out to pick up the food. 

However, as he attempts to pass you and make his way to the door, you stand in front of him, blocking his path. The look on your face reveals your disappointment, and it is clear that you don’t want him to leave so soon.

"Can we order it?" you ask, your voice filled with a longing for his company.

Yunho hesitates for a moment, weighing the options, but he ultimately replies, "It'll be quicker for me to get it now."

Despite his practical reasoning, you insisted, "Please stay with me Yunho."

Yunho can’t help but be touched by your plea. The vulnerability in your voice causes a flutter in his chest, and he is acutely aware of the genuine connection that has developed between you. He smiles and relents, realising that he doesn’t want to leave you either.

"Okay," he speaks softly, "I'll order it."

Your gratitude was evident in your eyes, and you knew you had made the right decision. Yunho's presence is something you cherished, and you are both beginning to understand just how much the other means to you.

You settle onto his couch, and soon enough the Chinese takeout that you had ordered arrives, the delightful aroma filling the room. It is a welcomed comfort that you both enjoy as you unwrap the containers and share the delicious meal. 

You watch as Yunho picks a movie that he recommends, and you were intrigued to see his choice.

As you and Yunho start to watch the movie, you can’t help but feel a chill in the room. The soft glow from the TV illuminated your silhouette, the short dress you are wearing now seems impractical in the cosy setting.

Yunho, ever attentive, notices your discomfort and decides to speak up. "Are you cold?" he inquires, a hint of concern in his voice.

You hesitate for a moment but soon admit, "Yeah, a little."

Without further ado, Yunho offers a solution. "I have some warmer clothes you can borrow if you want. I could grab them for you."

His thoughtful gesture leaves you flustered, but you manage to stammer out a grateful "Yes, please." Your heart warms at the consideration he shows, and you appreciate his willingness to make you more comfortable.

Yunho quickly gets up and disappears into his bedroom. He returns with a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, both of which were his own. His choice of clothing was deliberate, as he handed you his favourite hoodie. He has often wondered what you would look like wearing it, and now he has the perfect excuse to find out. The hoodie is warm and smells like him, making you feel closer to him in a way you hadn't anticipated.

Yunho can’t help but watch you with a warm smile as you accept the clothes. However, the smile quickly fades as he realises his mistake, and he feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Oh, sorry," he quickly stutters out, chuckling nervously as he ruffles the back of his hair, "You can change in my bedroom."

You laugh gently at him, he is so cute.

“Thank you,” you smile before walking into his bedroom.

Entering Yunho's bedroom, you can’t help but take in the clean and organised space. His room is a testament to his meticulous nature, and you appreciate the attention to detail. But what truly catches your eye are the posters of various games adorning the walls. You admired the artwork and can’t help but think that they add a personal touch to the room.

Shaking off the distraction, you proceed to change into Yunho's clothes. The hoodie he has given you is larger than you expected, enveloping you in warmth and reaching down to your mid-thigh. The realisation of just how big Yunho begins to dawn on you.

His hoodie seems to swallow you in its comfort, and you can’t help but feel a little bit smaller. His physical presence is undeniable; he is taller than you, his shoulders are broad, and his hands are significantly larger than yours. The contrast is alluring, and you can’t deny that the thought of him towering over you, his sheer size and strength, stirs something within you.

You feel arousal pooling in between your legs, but you push aside the feeling, not sure if Yunho would feel the same way.

The hoodie is so long, you make a bold choice to not wear the sweatpants, seeing as the hoodie covers everything. Plus, there's no harm in seeing Yunho’s reaction.

You step out of the room, and Yunho is skimming between channels, trying to find a different movie to watch.

When Yunho hears your footsteps approaching the living room, he turns around to look at you, expecting to see you in his clothes. However, what he sees leaves his heart nearly stopping. There you stand, wearing nothing but his hoodie, your legs exposed and on full display. 

Yunho's breath catches in his throat, and he swallows deeply, trying to suppress the flood of sensations and indecent thoughts that surge through his mind. His cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and he is unable to tear his eyes away from you, his gaze inadvertently lingering on your enticing figure.

In this moment, he finds himself captivated by your beauty and the unexpected intimacy of the situation, struggling to maintain his composure. The sight of you in his hoodie was something he had never expected, and it sends his heart and mind into a whirlwind of emotions and desires.

"What's wrong?" you inquire, noticing the wide-eyed and bright red expression on Yunho's face as he gazes at you with an intensity you haven't seen before.

It is as if a switch has flipped in Yunho's mind, and suddenly, confidence takes over his being. You watch in amazement as he stands up from the couch and moves with a determined purpose towards you. 

With each step, it is evident that he is almost out of breath, his chest heaving with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He stops in front of you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. For a moment, you feel like you are the only person in the world for him, and the possessiveness in his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed.

Yunho's large hands land gently on your shoulders, and they slowly trail down to clasp yours. His touch is electrifying, and as he guides you backward, you soon find yourself pressed against the wall, pinned there by his presence. The air seems charged with an unspoken desire, and you can’t help but be captivated by this new side of Yunho.

Yunho murmurs your name, his voice thick with desire and uncertainty. He continues, "You can tell me to stop if you want..."

You don’t hesitate for a moment. In a hushed, eager tone, you reply, "Yunho, just kiss me for fuck's sake."

Yunho gently cups your cheek, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of tenderness and desire. Leaning closer, his lips press against your cheek, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they venture down toward your mouth. He pauses for a moment, watching you closely, his breath brushing across your face, sending shivers down your spine.

With careful consideration, he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, testing the waters, and eliciting a soft gasp from you. Feeling the tightening grip of your hand on his shirt, he gains the reassurance he needs to continue. Slowly, he deepens the kiss, his lips melding with yours, the softness and warmth sending a wave of astonishment through your body. His lips move against yours and all the feelings of the past few months pour into the kiss.

Yunho delicately probes his tongue into your mouth, you can’t help but respond. Your fingers tighten their hold on his shirt, and a surge of electric sensations course through your body, leaving you breathless and eager for more. 

Yunho's kiss tastes like pure indulgence, a blend of desire and longing that leaves you yearning for more. The feeling is exquisite, and you can’t help but moan softly in response to the intensity of the moment. 

His lips leave yours, trailing down your neck from the curve of your jaw. Soft gasps escape your lips as he explores the sensitive skin of your throat, sending shivers down your spine as he presses you harder against the wall, the heat of the kiss overcoming the two of you. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you instinctively threw your head back, granting him better access to your neck. 

Yunho breaks away from the kiss, a hint of frustration in his eyes as he tosses his glasses aside, irritated by their intrusion. His dark and intense gaze is now fully revealed, making you realise the depth of his desire. Without delay, he reconnects your lips with a hungry passion that leaves you breathless.

His hands begin a journey down your waist, their touch igniting sparks of pleasure. With astonishing ease, he lifts you off your feet, his strength both surprising and exciting. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, and that is when you feel his hardness prodding you through your underwear. You suddenly feel extremely thankful for not wearing the sweatpants as he now has easier access to where you want him most.

Yunho carries you toward his bedroom with an air of urgency, his strides confident and determined. With a swift, well-placed kick, he sends the bedroom door wide open.

He gently sits on the edge of the mattress, you find yourself in his lap, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The world outside fades into insignificance, and you are left with a sense of anticipation that sends shivers down your spine. The connection between you and Yunho grew stronger, and the intensity of the moment only heightened your desire for one another.

Yunho’s hands travel to your hips, where he kneads the flesh appreciatively. With a calculated move, he pushes you down onto himself, grinding you against his hardness. This causes the both of you to moan into the kiss, the both of you addicted to the sound.

“Yunho, please,” you mutter into the kiss, needing relief that you know Yunho will provide.

“What do you want, beautiful?” Yunho groans back against your lips when he feels you grinding yourself onto him.

“You.” you say with confidence, “always been you.” you declare and it has Yunho’s heart racing even faster in his chest.

Yunho realises the fun he can have in this situation, and he feels addicted to the control he has over you. You bury your face into Yunho’s neck, your embarrassment becoming apparent.

“How badly?” Yunho teases as he places long hot kisses on the side of your neck.

“Please Yunho, please.” usually you would feel humiliated, yet you have no time to feel any form of embarrassment, your desire is too strong. With a swift yet tender movement, Yunho deftly flips the two of you over, your back now resting on the plush comfort of his bed. He settles between your open legs, the space between you filled with electrifying anticipation as the world around you blurred into obscurity. 

“Since you’re such a good girl, I have to take care of you, don’t I?”

Yunho's transformation is nothing short of mesmerising. The once innocent aura that surrounded him has gone, replaced by a commanding presence that leaves your head spinning. It is as if he has unlocked a hidden side of himself, and the intensity of his actions and words leave you completely captivated and yearning for more.

With a gentle motion, Yunho pulls the hoodie off, revealing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. He takes in the sight of your naked top half and your panties and it is better than all the times he has imagined it. Your nipples immediately harden in the chilly air and you hastily rush to cover yourself.

“Do not,” Yunho's gentle yet commanding voice holds you in its sway, preventing you from covering yourself. He takes hold of your wrists, his words alone enough to convey his desire, and you obediently nod in agreement, unable to resist his irresistible influence.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers as he scans over your body.

Yunho begins to leave soft kisses across your collar bones, reaching your shoulders and neck as he simultaneously massages the flesh of your breast. He leaves open mouthed kisses on your skin, suckling and biting marks into your skin that only he gets to see.

Slowly, he takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking it, and biting the sensitive nub, an action that has you arching and moaning into his touch.

“You sound so beautiful moaning for me.” Yunho growls before moving to your other nipple and giving it the same attention, making sure to watch your every reaction.

In an agonising pace, Yunho trails his kisses down and you can almost feel yourself shaking from excitement as he nears where you need him the most.

You almost explode the second you feel Yunho’s mouth trailing along your thighs, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Yunho chuckles darkly when he hears your excited gasps and moans, the sounds are like a beautiful melody to him, causing him to want more.

Yunho's sudden act of sitting up to remove his jumper catches your attention, and your eyes remain fixated on him. What you see beneath his clothes surprises you. His toned, well-defined upper body, his waist is slender, his shoulders are broad, giving him a somewhat hourglass-like figure. While he isn’t overly muscular, his physique was indeed a captivating sight. Chiselled abs adorn his stomach, and an irresistible desire wells up within you, compelling you to kiss every inch of his flawless skin.

Yunho's chest swells with pride as he observes your intense gaze on his body. He can hardly believe the turn of events and the desire he sees in your eyes.

Yunho smirks as your hands fumble towards his belt, desperately wanting his pants off. 

"Patience, doll," Yunho asserts, his voice exuding confidence as he helps you remove his belt.

Left in only his boxers, you can see his length outlined through his black boxers and your breath is momentarily taken away. He is big, very big. You cannot help but let out a whimper of desperation as you look back up Yunho, who has a cocky grin on his features.

Leaning down, he starts placing light kisses on your stomach and thighs, getting close, but not quite close enough for your liking.

Instinctively, you run your fingers through his locks, trying to push him closer to where you need him. You hear Yunho chuckle at your eagerness, his heart racing knowing you want him as much as he wants you.

You watch Yunho’s every move, wanting to imprint every moment deep into your memory.

Yunho presses a gentle kiss against your clothed core, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips and Yunho hums in appreciation. You feel your whole body heat up in embarrassment as Yunho pulls your panties down, tossing them to the side of the room. You attempt to close your legs, feeling extremely exposed. Yunho feels himself losing self control as he looks at your soaking core, yet he tells himself to control his urges, wanting to make this last for much longer.

Yunho isn’t pleased with this and he lets out a growl as he speaks, “open those legs and let me see that pretty pussy.”

He grips your thighs, forcing them open and you can't help feel another rush of arousal course through you from his strength. It annoys you how slow he is, taking his time to get where you need him, he is too busy enjoying every small reaction, your desperation and eye fucking you, gauging every one of your gasps and twitches.

Yet the second his lips are on your core, the loud moan you let out is close to a scream and you feel him raviging you. His mouth works expertly against you, his tongue alternating between flicking your clit to lapping at your soaking hole has you seeing stars. 

Your body squirms with pleasure under Yunho's skilled touch, your fingers instinctively weaving into his hair as he eats you like you are his last meal.

“Yunho, please…” your voice is hoarse as you look down at him.

Yunho gazes up at you, a teasing smirk playing on his lips, making your thoughts hazy.

“Please what, pretty?” Yunho questions, yet as you are about to answer, he slips in one of his long fingers into your core. The second he feels your warm walls around him, he feels himself fighting the urge to destroy you right there and then. You jolt at the sensation, tears lining your eyes because of how desperate you are to be filled by him.

“Want you…need you…” you say, your voice shaky as you throw your head back against the pillow.

“Oh baby,” Yunho tuts, his voice almost condescending as he stares up at your fucked out state, “your pussy is so tight, I need to prep you before, don’t want you to get hurt.” 

Yunho's words send another wave of desire coursing through your veins. The contrast between his stern tone and his evident care for your well-being leaves you feeling both dizzy and achingly needy.

“You don't want to get hurt, do you now?” Yunho questions, gently slapping your thigh to get your attention back on him.

“No, I don’t,” you exclaim, doing anything to please the man in front of you. 

“Good girl,” 

He's ruthless, entering another finger into your wet hole, his tongue alternating sucks and nips on your clit. With ease, he manages to find the spot inside you that sets fireworks through you and you feel the coil in your belly starting to tighten in pleasure. 

"So fucking good, doll." He groans, his face pressed against your core has your cunt throbbing. “Can you even take my dick? I don’t want to hurt you when you’re being so good for me.”

You feel yourself on the edge of an orgasm, desperate to topple over the edge. All you need is a little encouragement, and you're extremely glad Yunho is so good at reading you.

“Let loose, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” 

You let out a loud moan, almost a scream as your orgasm hits you and Yunho holds your shaking body down, licking your clit softly as you finish.

Before you can finish riding through your high, Yunho continues to kiss your pussy gently while adding a finger, the sudden stretch in your hole has you whining and writhing around from the sensitivity, his rough movements from his long fingers has you shaking even more. You beg for him to slow down and, thankfully he leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you twitch beneath him.

Before you can comment on anything, Yunho leans down and captures you in another heated kiss, and you moan when you can taste yourself on his lips, a new rush of arousal flooding through your body.

“Do you want to keep going? We can stop if you want to.” Yunho's voice, filled with concern, warms your heart, but you can't help the groan that escapes your lips. 

"I’d love to continue," you rush on your words, your enthusiasm unabated. Chuckling at your eagerness, Yunho moves back slightly, running a hand through his hair as he gazes down at you, a mix of pride and desire evident in his eyes as he looks at your fucked out state.

“Wait shit, I don't know if i have a condom,” Yunho says, worried as he ruffles through his bedside table, not able to find any.

“Wait really?” you question, not even the slightest bit worried about him not having a condom, in fact you almost try to hide your excitement, “it’s okay.” 

“What?” 

“We don't need it, I'm on the pill.” You exclaim, pulling him by his hand closer to you, so he sits on the bed next to you.

Yunho is taken aback by your boldness, yet he finds it extremely hard to hide his excitement. The low groan that escapes his lips doesn't go unnoticed by you, further fueling the growing intensity of the moment. Yunho looks up at you, his eyes dark as he studies your face for any form of discomfort. When he doesn't see any, he almost moans at the thought of finishing inside of you. “Fuck, baby. You're going to be the death of me.”

The second Yunho removes his boxers, your mouth is almost watering at the sight of his length. Not only is he long, but he is girthy, standing tall. Your mouth hangs slightly open as you take in the sight. You can feel your pussy throbbing at the thought of how well he is going to stretch you out.

“Like what you see?” Just like that, the caring Yunho is once again replaced with the cocky Yunho that you just love.

Instead of firing the bratty comment that is on the tip of your tongue, you simply nod your head, too overcome with the need for him to just destroy you.

Yunho leans over you again, spreading your legs wide to fit right between them, he takes his time rubbing up and down your slit, gathering your arousal to lube himself up. Your whines and whimpers are like music to his ears, and he doesn't know if he can ever get enough of you like this.

Lining up with your entrance, he takes his time to gently slide just the tip in, causing you to gasp lightly. Yunho buries his head into your neck, biting his lip as he attempts to maintain his composure. He knows he needs to take it slow in order to not hurt you, but the way you are clenching around him has his mind spinning with arousal.

He gets back up, his intense gaze watching your every expression as he eases himself in, going at a steady pace. The sting is definitely present and you squint at the light pain.

“Deep breaths, beautiful. You’re doing so well.” 

You grab his toned arms as he pushes himself further in, his own breaths getting shallow as he feels your warm walls envelop his length.

‘Stay focused, Yunho,’ he thinks to himself, over and over, desperately trying to keep his composure, yet it proves more difficult by every passing second that your tight pussy sucks him in.

Pleasure surges through you but the only thing you are able to focus on is how full you feel. Your breath catches in your throat and you tense up as he gradually bottoms out, groaning, "So big."

“Yeah, does it feel good?” Yunho’s voice is raspy as he cages you in his arms, his eyes scanning your face.

“So good… please move.” is all you manage to say.

Yunho starts with some slow, teasing thrusts dragging his cock out before pushing it back in and it has you mewling out in pleasure.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Yunho chokes out, his sanity practically gone as he feels your tight walls hugging his cock so nicely.

The beautiful sight of him on top of you, sweaty and lust ridden has you moaning and clenching around his cock. Wrapping your arms tightly around his strong back, your nails dig into his skin as he increases his pace. 

"Does this feel good, pretty?"

You are only able to manage out a moan of approval, letting him know, yes, he is doing good. Yunho chuckles against your skin as you let out noises of pleasure, every one spurring him on and making him desperate to make you finish again. In a purposeful movement, Yunho leans his hips back slightly, so his cock is angled in a way where it hits your g spot perfectly with every thrust. Yunho knows he has found it the second your words and moan become a mixed blabbing mess, with this he smirks. He almost doesn't want to stop, he is having too much fun with you.

Yunho grunts as he starts thrusting even faster, his hand coming down to flick your clit, needing you to come on his cock. He needs you to finish before him.

You feel your orgasm approaching fast, and Yunho can tell by the way you clench and claw at his arms, pulling him down to lock him in a heated kiss, he swallows your moans and whimpers happily.

Yunho pulls away from your swollen lips to bury his face in your neck, whispering praise into your ear. 

“Who is making you feel this good, doll?” he whispers in his deep voice, “do you want to cumm, pretty girl? Be a good girl and cum on my big dick, I know you want to.”  

The coil in your belly tightens even more, your legs starting to shake around him as you moan out his name pathetically. 

“That’s it, beautiful, milk my cock dry.” 

“Need to cum,”

Yunho’s chest tightens at the desperate tone in your voice and for a moment, he knows he is definitely able to get used to your desperate whines.

“Go ahead, baby cum for me, let the whole neighbourhood know how good I’m making you feel.”

That's all it takes for the coil in your stomach to snap, and your orgasm hits you hard. Intense pleasure ripples through you like tsunami waves, shaking your whole body and making your toes curl as your fingernails dig into his arms. The sensation overwhelms you as your world narrows down to the electrifying connection you share with Yunho.

Yunho follows in suit, his hips stuttering as he cums deep inside of you, his choked swears and moans in your ear as he wraps his strong arms around you, securing you in a tight embrace as the two of you ride out your orgasms.

After a few moments of silence, the only sounds to be heard in the room are the deep inhales and exhales of you and Yunho, the two of you lost in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. The intimacy lingers in the air, wrapping around you like a warm, comfortable blanket.

Yunho gently sits up, his arms shaky as he tries to regain his composure. A layer of sweat covers his face, and even in the low light of his room, you think he looks absolutely handsome. His dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks only add to his charm, and you can't help but admire him as he catches his breath.

Slowly, he pulls out, his seed spilling out of your swollen hole, a sight which has Yunho getting hard once again, yet he pushes the thoughts to the side and quickly rushes to the bathroom to grab a washcloth for you.

You can't help but feel a wave of insecurity and vulnerability as Yunho steps away to fetch the washcloth. The moment he disappears from your sight, a rush of unease washes over you, and tears begin to pool in your eyes. You never expected this level of intimacy, and now, seeing him leave even briefly, you fear he might be having second thoughts.

When he returns with the washcloth, he immediately notices the glistening tears in your eyes. Panic sets in, and he rushes to your side, cradling you in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Did I do something to upset you?"

You sniffle and shake your head. "I'm sorry. I thought you disappeared for good, and I got scared."

Yunho's expression softens as he caresses your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a tear. "Oh, baby, I would never do that. I promise you, I'm here for you. I'm so sorry for putting that thought in your mind."

He holds you close, offering the warmth and comfort you desperately need, reassuring you that he's not going anywhere.

“Yunho?” You look towards Yunho, whose gaze is already set on you with an affectionate gaze. Tenderly, he pushes a stray hair behind your ear, and a sense of comfort washes over you.

Leaning down, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, murmuring, "Yes, baby?"

Your heart flutters at the endearment as you continue, "What are we?"

Yunho raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a warm smile. He knew this question was coming, and he's more than prepared to answer. "Well, if you'll have me, I'd love to be your nerdy boyfriend."

A surge of happiness fills you, and you can't hold back your grin. "Only if you'll have me as your 'not so nerdy' girlfriend?"

Yunho chuckles and cups your face with his hands, sealing the moment with a sweet kiss. "Deal," he whispers against your lips, his arms wrapping even harder around you, securing you in a warm embrace.

“Let’s clean you up, pretty.”

—

“Sitting in Professor Turner's office, you're feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Yunho is right beside you, his presence giving you comfort and assurance. Professor Turner, the mentor you deeply respect, and her opinion matters greatly to you. You've been working tirelessly to improve your grades, and this is the moment of reckoning. To tell whether you are going to be expelled or not.

Professor Turner reviews your recent exam results, and you can't help but glance at Yunho. He's been your constant support, helping you study, explaining complex concepts, and motivating you to push your limits. There's a fond smile on his face, his warm eyes reflecting his pride in your accomplishments.

Finally, Professor Turner finishes her review and looks up at you with an encouraging smile. "I don't know how you did it, but your grades have not only improved, they have excelled. You are somehow one of the best in my class right now."

Your heart swells with pride as you realise the significance of her words. Tears fill your eyes and you feel the heavy weight that has been on your heart for months finally lift.

Yunho's proud smile widens, and the love in his eyes grows even more apparent. You feel a deep sense of accomplishment and happiness, knowing that with his help and your dedication, you've managed to exceed your own expectations and impress one of your most respected professors.

You look over at Yunho, gratitude shining in your eyes, and say,

"Well, I had an amazing tutor."

{i didnt proof read this, so if you see mistakes i apologise, im very tired}

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Lillies, cigarettes after sex, painting, iced coffee all remind me so much of Hyunjin

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Tears of Glass & Marble

Artist!Hyunjin x cursed statue!fem reader

Words: 11.4k

Genre/theme: non idol!au, fantasy, reincarnation, smut (MDNI 18+)

Warnings: use of Y/n, blood, Major Character Death (don’t worry he’s okay tho), angst with a happy ending, pet names (mi amor, muse), body worship (they’re in love your honor), reunion? sex, unprotected sex (👀👎), oral (f receiving), praise, creampie

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Time had an interesting way of shifting one’s perspective on life, and the only thing Y/n had left was an excess amount of time. Fate had taken everything from her and forced on her an existence of solitude and near insanity. Funny then that fate would turn around, with enough time, just to give everything back.

Somewhere in the distant past

Once in her life, she’d been immensely happy. A successful sculptor, often hired by the wealthiest of society, she was a master of carving and shaping marble into the softest form with the most incredibly subtle detail. Her talents were renowned throughout the highest houses, and once she had even been honored to capture in sculpture the form of someone of royal status.

With the commissions she made from these art works, she lived comfortably with the love that fate had granted her. Hyunjin, an ethereally beautiful man that possessed an exquisite talent for painting, his portraits and painted landscapes covering the walls of their shared home. He was less inclined to sell many of his personal paintings, but did profit from his talent by creating portraits for the same wealthy families that hired her.

However, one unexpected event can shatter even the most serene and comfortable life, a fact Y/n discovered the day her reputation brought her a new wealthy client, the day she rejected the commission of the rich man who would tear apart her world.

Hyunjin had left early in the morning to meet with a wealthy madam that wished to commission a portrait from him. Not expecting any company, Y/n had settled into a relaxing day in her study, smoothing over the rough edges of the current sculpture she worked on. A harsh banging on her door was followed by the sound of it crashing back on its hinges, startling her terribly.

Lord Choi Seongsu was not a man to be taken lightly, his wealth and power built on fear and blood money. He stormed into her study, demanding that she create a sculpture of him for his family manor. With a hand over her heart to calm herself, Y/n stepped off her ladder and bowed, asking for more details of what he was looking for. He was insulting and abrasive, belittling her skills as an artist and her life’s purpose as a woman. She held her tongue, aware that she was in the presence of someone of higher standing, but he was angering her more with every word he spoke. He finally gave her the information she needed, but when told how much time it would take and how much it would cost, he became belligerent.

Y/n reeled as he slapped her across the face, falling back against her sculpture, rocking it on the stand. Lord Choi attempted to grab her, but she pushed him off roughly, running into another room while he staggered and slammed the door behind her, locking it quickly.

‘Come back, you bitch! You think you can just demand that kind of money from me?!’

‘Go away! I have friends in the high families, they’ll find you if anything happens to me!’

Y/n’s voice trembled as she yelled, wishing with everything in her that Hyunjin was there with her. But her love wasn’t home so there was no one to help her until the man left.

Lord Choi was silent at her words, psychotically fuming but also knowing there was a chance she was right. He needed to do some checking on her reputation, but a twisted smile crossed his face as he decided her fate now rested in the hands of someone more sinister than himself.

Y/n didn’t hear anything else from the other side of the door, except the sound of retreating footsteps and an eerie silence. Too frightened to leave the room in case he was still waiting in her study, she curled into a chair and held herself tightly as she quietly cried.

Hours later, Hyunjin returned to a heavy silence in the house, an uneasy feeling stirring in his gut.

‘Mi amor? Where are you?’

He walked into her study, noticing her current work was askew on it’s pedestal, a smattering of supplies dropped across the floor like someone had bumped the table. He heard a muffled cry from behind the bedroom door, turning to it quickly but finding it locked when he grabbed the handle.

‘Y/n, are you in there? What’s wrong, mi amor?’

Y/n was flooded with immense relief at the sound of Hyunjin’s voice. Standing and ripping open the door, she threw herself into his arms, taking a shaky breath as he immediately hugged her back tightly.

‘What happened? Are you alright?’

Y/n shook her head against his chest, his hand coming up to hold the back of her head gently.

‘No, I had a rather frightening visit earlier from a potential client named Lord Choi. I had to threaten him with our wealthy friends to get him to leave me alone, as he grew very upset about the cost of my labor.’

Hyunjin looked down at her, shocked and angry that someone would treat her like that. He’d seen several rich assholes get all up tight about how much she commissioned for her artwork, but he’d never heard of any of them becoming violent, to the point that she would lock herself in another room. Sliding his hand into her hair, he leaned her head back and saw her cheek was beginning to bruise. Clenching his jaw, he fumed at the audacity.

‘He hurt you? How fucking dare he touch you at all, inexcusably with violence.’

Y/n shook her head at him sadly, reaching up to hold the wrist of his hand laced through her hair.

‘As much as your anger warms my heart, there’s nothing to be done, love. We have no status against him, and his wealth would silence us, if he doesn’t do it himself…’

He pulled her against his chest again and held her tighter, rubbing her back and shoulders soothingly.

‘I’m sorry, mi amor, the rich are a bane on this world. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help.’

‘They are a bane that keeps us housed, my Jin, and you are here now, that’s all that matters.’

They held each other in comforting silence for a moment before Hyunjin leaned back, cupping her bruised cheek so tenderly as he pulled her into a soft kiss. Y/n melted into his achingly familiar lips, every fear gone from her and everything right with her universe again.

They retired for a quiet night, Hyunjin luring her into his charms until she was a dazed, panting mess where she was spread beneath him. After he’d replaced every fear she’d had with a pleasure only he could provide, she fell asleep in Hyunjin’s arms, unaware that it would be the last loving moment they would share for several lifetimes.

Spells and curse-craft were taboo subjects among those in everyday life, but they were a hidden dark tool of the wealthy and elite, the arcane and supernatural simply another way for them to achieve whatever they desire.

Lord Choi was one who exploited such powers, a curse user often being sent from his home into the homes of his enemies. His reasons were petty, anyone who disagreed with him, rich or poor, became any enemy worthy of destroying.

After leaving Y/n’s study, he’d immediately returned to his manor to locate the sinister curse-user in his employ. The shadowy figure found him first, seeming to sense his master’s intent.

‘You seek me, my lord?’

‘Yes, I have an urgent job for you.’

The gaunt man bowed, motioning to walk with him as he relayed his instructions.

‘The woman must suffer before she alerts someone who might defend her. A cruel irony in her fate feels appropriate. No miserable artist, a woman at that, can speak to me with such disrespect. I will erase her very name from history if I have to, even the wealthiest of her friends will have a price they’re willing to accept to forget her. If anyone interferes with your duties, kill them.’

‘A cruel irony, my lord? She is a sculptor, correct?’

The curse user smiled cruelly when Lord Choi nodded.

‘I have the perfect fate for her, my lord, leave it to me.’

Many times through the years did Y/n think back on this day, a day that started so normal and ended in such tragedy.

Laying in Hyunjin’s arms still as they peacefully slept, both were unaware of the same shadowed figure that stalked the halls of their cozy home.

He lay the groundwork for his curse the moment he entered the house, taking inspiration from the numerous sculpted works displayed around the lower floors. Ascending the stairs as quietly as he could, the curse-user froze at the very top when a loose board protested loudly under his weight. He listened for a moment, his breath held as he waited to hear any movement. Nothing stirred, so he relaxed minutely and continued his journey towards his destination, the curse layering the upper floor as well.

Hyunjin wasn’t sure what woke him, his eyes fluttering open to the picture of her bathed in moonlight, naked in his arms as though she were made to be there. He captured the sight for a moment, committing it to memory and hoping he could successfully paint it later, though he doubted the warm feeling would be the same.

Suddenly parched, he gently extracted himself from around her, stretching with a quiet sigh as he moved to open the door and get a drink of water.

Startled, both men froze at the sight of the other. Hyunjin’s blood ran cold to see the dark figure in his house, immediately connecting the dots that this is what woke him. The curse-user acted on instinct from where he’d crouched in front of the door, remembering his master’s orders to eliminate anyone who interfered with him cursing the sculptor.

He swiftly stood, clamping one hand over Hyunjin’s mouth as he pushed him against the hallway wall, drawing a long blade from his belt and stabbing it sickeningly upward into Hyunjin’s heart.

Pain seared through Hyunjin’s chest, with no time to react he was powerless as he choked a gurgled yell against the attacker’s hand. His head rapidly grew fuzzy, his arms losing their strength faster than he could believe.

No…what is this? Am I…dying? No! Y/n, please wake up!

All of this rang through Hyunjin’s head as he beat weakly against the curse-user’s hold, but no words left his mouth, the hand still clamped firmly around his jaw. He could feel the warmth of his blood running down his side and leg, his breathing growing shorter as he slowly lost the strength to stand.

Sliding him down the wall until he was sat, the curse-user sneered at Hyunjin as he saw the fight leaving his limbs.

‘Not easy to fight back as you bleed to death, is it boy? Don’t worry, I’m not here to kill your girl, no…she’s going to live for a long, long time. Maybe then she’ll learn not to disrespect those who are above her.’

His hissed words were heard as though Hyunjin were underwater, his head lolling to the side against the grip over his mouth, using the last of the strength he could feel leaving his body to gaze at her still sleeping form. Tears ran from his eyes as he etched the image of her so peaceful into his mind for the last time. Darkness clouded the edges of his vision, his last thought echoing through time.

Anywhere in forever, mi amor…I will find you again.

Y/n shifted awake as her back grew cold, opening her eyes as she realized Hyunjin was no longer in the bed behind her. Sitting up, she looked around but couldn’t see him in the room either.

‘Hyunjin? My love?’

When no response came from him, she draped herself in the sheet and moved to get out of the bed. The moment her feet touched the cold floor, terror shot through her entire being. Fear that felt so instinctual her skin seemed to crawl with it, choking her breath, and causing her heart to hammer wildly beneath her ribcage.

At first she thought that same fear had frozen her legs and kept her from moving, but with another attempt to step toward her bedroom door, Y/n started to panic when her legs were unmoving from the knee down. She couldn’t wiggle her toes, and she tried to convince herself that it was a trick of the light that made her feet look as pale as marble.

‘Hyunjin? Jin, please! Where are you?’

Her cries echoed through the empty house, still no response coming from him anywhere. A deadening feeling began climbing it’s way past her knees, Y/n looked down in horror as the sheet around her thighs melded to her skin, turning into a flawless swath of silky marble. The realization that she was being cursed came with a flood of conflicting emotions; Where was Hyunjin? Who was cursing her? Was she going to die?

She thought she should be crying, but she’d heard stories from the rich people that she’d worked for and she knew only the wealthy would send a curse-user after someone, and so instead she was filled with rage.

The squeak of the bedroom door had her looking up, hope in her eyes to see Hyunjin standing there, ready to help her as the deadening feeling traveled farther up past her hips and to her waist.

Luckily she couldn’t feel her stomach anymore as it turned to the same stone as her legs, or it would have lurched at the sight of the stooped and shadowy figure that stood before her instead of her love. She knew in the back of her mind that he was the one responsible for cursing her. Hatred, frustration, fear, and rage all crossed her face, her mouth trying to open as she prepared to unleash hell in her words, but suddenly she could no longer speak. Forget speaking, she could no longer breathe…

‘What’s the matter, woman, curse got your tongue?’

Craning her neck to look down as much as she could, Y/n realized the dead feeling had spread through her arms and all the way to her shoulders. Draped elegantly in her bedsheet, she was now almost completely turned to stone.

This can’t be happening…why is this happening? Please, Jin, where the hell are you?

Looking back up at the intruder, only desperation filled her eyes now as she begged for anything. Giving into her silent plea, the curse-user cruelly granted her one last sight before she was frozen forever.

Stepping to the side, Y/n felt her heart shatter, the pieces tearing her from the inside as he revealed the slumped form of Hyunjin behind him. Sitting unmoving against the wall in a pool of his own blood, she could see no movement or breath from him, the image of his glassy, lifeless eyes turned to her burning itself into her memory for eternity.

NO! Hyunjin, my love, no!

In her mind, she screamed and cried, thrashed and tore at her hair. It was impossible, there was no way…no way that Hyunjin was dead. Their love was infinite, he’d promised her forever, how could the universe take him from her like this?

On the outside, she could only manage the tortured expression of lost love, and a single tear that managed to escape. It clung to the edge of her eye, never falling as it froze, numbness spreading over her entire body as she became a perfect marble statue. She could only watch as the intruder approached her then, whispering as though it was a great secret only she could know.

‘You really should have known better than to disrespect someone like Lord Choi. He sends his regards and hopes that you enjoy the rest of your lonely eternity.’

Modern Day

Y/n discovered that eternity held such darkness. Unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but spiral in the confines of her mind. Every stage of grief racked her frozen body, her emotions and memories her only solace and the prison that she could never escape from.

Years passed her by and time flowed around her and through her like the wind through a field of grass. She lost sense of what exact year it was, which museum or art school she was transported too and forced to be studied, which people were marveling at her craftsmanship without knowing the darkness of her secret.

The curse didn’t allow her to sleep the same way humans might, her mind stuck in an endless loop, her only respite being a waking dream that allowed her to relive her memories. After several hundred years of this endless cycle she had grown numb to the sharpest edges of her pain, even the saddest of memories sparking a twisted sense of comfort.

She would surface every so often to see if she’d landed somewhere interesting and learn what time period it was, but being a statue was rather boring and in five hundred years, nowhere she’d woken up had seemed very exciting for very long.

So she lived in her memories, the sight of Hyunjin still haunting her even in waking moments. No matter how much she forced herself to relive the happy or soft memories of him, they were always shattered by the image of his lifeless eyes.

The latest waking dream she found herself in was the worst in a long while. The dream started with that horrible night, the guilt she felt over not hearing him die manifesting in the imagined sounds of Hyunjin’s rasped breathing surrounding her.

‘Please…mi amor…help me.’

Y/n was used to the panic now, almost relieved to see him in such detail as she knew she still remembered him, even if his memory still scarred her. She was not accustomed, however, to when the memory changed.

Suddenly, Hyunjin stood from his pool of blood, standing before her in an instant, gripping her jaw in his bloody hand as he whispered intensely.

‘I can see you, mi amor…wake up!’

Y/n had never woken into the current time so quickly. Like jolting from a nightmare, and though she couldn’t feel her heartbeat, she knew it would’ve been hammering after a dream like that. Never before had it changed, he’d never moved, and he’d never spoken to her like he was right in front of her.

She gazed around as much as she could, considering her eyes couldn’t move, to try and distract her from her fear and realized she was in a different place from the last time she’d woken up.

The ceiling was vaulted, high above the large room that was filled with the evening sun as it streaked through the wall of windows running along one side. The soft marble and tiled walls glowed with warm light, a serene quiet filling the air around the array of other statues and sculptures positioned throughout the space.

She was displayed on a higher pedestal than she was used to, her gaze scanning the entirety of the room from her vantage point. There were velvet ropes around her pedestal, a placard standing near her that she assumed held a description of her exhibit.

A museum. Have I finally made the classics?

Y/n mused at her small joke, scanning the room again to acquaint herself. She almost forgot about her fear entirely as she realized she recognized the other statues that stood in the room around her. Every single one was carved into her very muscle memory as she’d spent hours upon hours perfecting the details of each piece. They were hers. The entire exhibit, each statue and its placard, was dedicated to her…

Wow…perhaps I should have been awake. It seems someone has curated my life’s work. I suppose I have made the classics then.

Y/n was astonished. She’d discovered that a few years after he cursed her, Lord Choi had gone around to the wealthy families that had commissioned her work and paid to convince them to forget her name. He tried everything in his power to erase her from history, simply because she’d offered him a price he disagreed with.

However, she could see now that he had failed. Someone remembered her, and if statues could weep, she would with tears of near joy.

She felt content in this space in a way she hadn’t felt anywhere else, being surrounded by her work again almost feeling like she was being brought home. The only differences were that she hadn’t been part of the exhibit to start, and when she originally sculpted the works in that room, Hyunjin was with her through it all. Even this many years later, the memory of him often still hurt like the first day.

Before she could begin to wallow into her past again, Y/n was drawn to the soft sound of footsteps wandering through the exhibit. Despite how boring immortality could be, she always loved to see a person when she first woke up, eager to spot the evolution of fashion and technology. Slowly snaking through the different statues, stopping occasionally to read an inscription, a tall, ethereal man with dark hair approached her.

Impossible.

Y/n was sure the wave of shock that coursed through her was strong enough to crack the marble she was made of.

No…that’s impossible.

She could live and die a million lifetimes, but Y/n knew she would recognize his silhouette in any universe. The angle of his nose, the curve of his plump lips, his long and delicate hands that only crafted beauty and pleasure.

I saw him dead…it’s. not. possible.

His features were carved into her heart more permanently than any statue of marble. As the man stopped in front of her, reading her description before backing up slightly to admire her in full, Y/n felt her heart beat for the first time since the day he died, the face of her lost love gazing up at her.

Hyunjin?

Hyunjin honestly couldn’t tell you why he’d suddenly decided to study the art of sculpting. He was a painter, not a sculptor, and while of course he appreciated other forms of art, even his best friend Seungmin had said his sudden switch-up was strange.

Truthfully, he’d noticed a flyer on the subway for the opening of a new sculpture exhibit, a finally completed dedication to an unknown artist of renowned talent. The way the style itched at his brain intrigued him, like seeing the face of someone you recognized from a dream. Figuring it wouldn’t hurt to just visit and see what it was about, on his next free day, he texted Seungmin about his plans in case anyone was looking for him, and then caught the subway across town to the museum.

The moment he set foot into the exhibit’s room, something heavy washed over him. Hyunjin knew the feeling of deja vu well, he’d found himself experiencing it many times as he pursued his art career, but this was deja vu so severe he had to lean against the wall for a moment.

What the hell?

He shook his head slightly to clear it, moving more slowly as he weaved through the different statues on display. Each one had a plaque that told the story of the aristocrat or royal-someone that the statue depicted. Beneath each familial description was the estimated date for when the statue was completed. A number on the pedestal of each one showed Hyunjin the chronological order of the artists work, and as he walked them in ascending order, he still carried the feeling of deja vu.

He knew he’d never seen this exhibit before, it had just opened, and yet every single one of the statues sparked a feeling of familiarity. None of the placards held the name of the artist, and as he reached the last date marked statue, he paused at the sight of a larger placard than the others.

The Last Work of the Artist Unknown

This exhibit is a sad testament to the savageness that is the flow of time. Through a hundred years, our curators have found these marvelous works of art that showed the masterful touch of the same artist. A signature style and eye for detail, this collection portrays the beautiful journey of one who’s name has been lost to history.

The final statue before you is the most recent dated work of this talented individual, and it seems also their last work. The peak of their craft is shown in the smooth embellishments and hyper-realistic expression carved into her beautiful face. Unlike the other commissioned pieces, however, this piece has no story. She is as unknown as the artist who carved her, and no matter how we wish to erase the torment from her face, the only solace we can grant her is that even unknown, she and her creator will be remembered.

A deep sadness filled him as he read the inscription, unknown regret and longing in his mind of a time he’d never known.

Stepping back with a shaky breath, Hyunjin finally looked up at the statue before him.

Stunned.

He was utterly and completely stunned.

Hyunjin had seen many paintings, photographs, and sculptures that could astonish even the toughest art critic, but he knew somewhere deeper than his heart, down to his soul he knew that she was the most beautiful work of art he had ever witnessed.

He gaped at her in awe, the delicate craft that shaped her showing in the curves of her figure, the soft look of the marble sheet as it draped across her body filling Hyunjin with a deep longing to pull it from her and feel her warm skin.

That shocked Hyunjin back to reality slightly as he thought, warm skin? Why would I think that about a statue?, looking at her more intensely as his eyes trailed up to her face. He again felt a hint of recognition, like he’d seen her face in a forgotten dream, and he was suddenly floored by sharp grief at the tortured expression she carried.

An image flashed through his head, a woman laying naked in a white bed as moonlight shone across her sleeping form, pain following it as he winced at the sudden ringing in his ear.

Shaking his head again, Hyunjin’s mind was swirling with a dizzying mixture of emotions and a growing headache. Looking up at her cautiously again, he still carried the heavy feeling of grief, but decided he needed to sleep off his impending headache before he tried to think any more.

Casting a longing glance at her one more time, he slowly made his way out of the museum, determined to learn more about her and the exhibit, and unable to fight a dragging feeling as though he were leaving something behind.

Neither of them slept very much that night.

Not that Y/n actually slept, but now she was fully aware, determined to watch for him to return, hope for him to return. At this point she didn’t care how it had happened, simply to have seen him alive was a balm on her broken heart. Her excitement was only sobered by the thought that he would never return to the exhibit again, but she found herself stubbornly ignoring that thought as her field of view stayed alert on the entrance to the exhibit.

Hyunjin didn’t sleep for a very different reason. After he made it back to his apartment, he completely ignored Seungmin and secluded himself in his room to research the exhibit. Hours of staring at his screen gave him little more than the information he could already find while at the museum.

The only new thing he’d learned was the name of the man who curated the final stages of the collection, and who’d sponsored the exhibit at the museum, a wealthy business man named Choi Jongho.

Growing frustrated, he shut his laptop down and rubbed his eyes with a groan, his headache really not helped by all of his screen exposure. Hands still pressed against his eyes, Hyunjin’s mind wandered over the heavy feeling of familiarity he felt throughout the exhibit. Again the memory of the sleeping woman flashes through his mind, his confusion only adding to the growing pressure in his head.

Heaving a sigh, Hyunjin left his room to eat a midnight snack, taking two pain meds to try and sleep through the pulsing behind his eyes. As he settled into his bed finally, his unconsciousness came quickly, his sleep anything but restful.

Hyunjin had never been one that remembered his dreams, though he knew he had them often, but the moment his eyes closed, he was trapped in the most vivid dreams he’d ever experienced.

A beautiful woman running ahead of him in a vast field of flowers, her hand stretched back to him as he reached for her. Catching her and rolling through the grass as her laughter rang through the air.

The cold biting against his cheeks, his arms wrapped around the same woman under a large blanket, the two of them gazing at a sky filled with more stars than could be seen today as she intertwined their hands.

Her gorgeous face again, laughing hysterically at him as she smeared oil on his cheeks, a startled gasp followed by more laughter coming from her as he responded by flinging paint through her hair.

A breathed moan echoed in his head as he saw her spread beneath him in soft pleasure, her hair a messy halo against his pillow as he made love to her.

Hyunjin jolted awake from the last dream, chest heaving and covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he panted. The tightness in his gut said he was embarrassingly affected by the phantom feeling of her under him, taking a few seconds to collect himself before he slipped into his bathroom for a cold shower.

He leaned his head against the tiles as he stood under the spray, remembering each dream for the first time in his life. Why was he having such vivid dreams of a woman he didn’t know? It carried a sense of familiarity with it that he realized was similar to the feeling in the exhibit, shocked at his next realization that he did recognize the woman. The statue, the unknown artist’s final work, depicted the woman that now filled his dreams. Maybe he did know her?

Hyunjin shook his head at his own ridiculousness. How could you know her, pabo, her statue is five hundred years old. He climbed out of his shower, dried off slowly, and returned to his bed as though on auto pilot, his mind still confused and anxious.

He tossed and turned for the rest of the night, only dozing until he heard the sounds of Seungmin shuffling around in the living room. Dragging himself from his bed, he slipped on a hoodie and met Seungmin in the kitchen where he was preparing coffee.

Seungmin chuckled at the sight of a sleep-deprived Hyunjin, pulling down another mug without him having to ask.

“You look like shit. What happened, did you lose a fight with the monster in your closet?”

Hyunjin glared at the back of Seungmin’s head, plopping himself into a kitchen chair with a groan and laying his head on the table.

“Well you always look like shit. And be a little quieter please, my head has been killing me.”

His voice was muffled, but Seungmin got the idea, rolling his eyes as he set Hyunjin’s mug in front of him.

“I know you’re not hungover, so what’s wrong with you? You better not be sick, I can’t afford to stay home from work right now.”

Hyunjin contemplated what to say as he sipped at his coffee. He’d known Seungmin for a long time, their friendship seeing some pretty strange times and making it through, but he still wasn’t even sure about what was going on and he was afraid Seungmin would laugh and say he was insane.

His silence worried Seungmin a little, hearing no snarky comeback was very uncharacteristic of Hyunjin. He moved to stand across from Hyunjin, poking him gently in the forehead to gain his attention.

“Hello? Anyone up there?”

His tone was sarcastic, but Hyunjin could tell he was concerned, so he steeled himself before he quietly said, “I think I might be going crazy?”

Seungmin was silent for a beat, resisting the urge to make a pabo joke as he realized Hyunjin was serious.

“Okay…why do you think you’re going crazy?”

Hyunjin sighed, slightly relieved Seungmin didn’t laugh at him, before he collected his thoughts.

“Well…you know that new sculpture exhibit I told you about? I visited it yesterday.”

Seungmin nodded, remembering the text he received before Hyunjin caught the train. He watched Hyunjin nervously wring his hands, mind jumping to a million different ways this conversation could go.

“I don’t know how to explain it…but I knew every statue on display. And not in the way it would be if you went with me to a well known art exhibit, but in the way like I was…there when all of them were made?”

“You were there?” Seungmin asked, guessing from his tone that he was definitely too young to have actually been present.

“Well, obviously not! Every statue is over five hundred years old, of course I wasn’t there, but I just felt deja vu and I swear I knew their faces…ugh I don’t know Seungmin.”

Hyunjin dropped his head into his hands with a huff, Seungmin patting his head in an awkward attempt to reassure him.

“I started to get a headache in the exhibit…and seeing flashes of memories, I think? One of the statues looked really familiar, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before. The artist has no name, and the last statue has no model dedication, but I just have this feeling of…recognition. I tried to do some research when I came home last night, but I could only find the name of the exhibit’s curator.”

“What’s his name? Maybe we could send him an email or something and see if he’ll meet us so we can ask him some questions.”

Hyunjin looked up, wondering why he didn’t think of that.

“Choi Jongho. He’s a business man from a wealthy family. But why would he answer an email from us? And what would I even ask him? ‘Hey why am I having weird dreams about one of the statues you found?’ Because that wouldn’t get me escorted out for being a crazy person.”

Seungmin ignored his rambling as he scrolled on his phone, finding a business profile on the Choi’s company website that held the public emails of each member of the Choi family. Finding Jongho’s at the bottom of the list, the youngest son of the family, he copied it into a new email and typed out a message asking if he would be willing to answer more in depth questions about his new exhibit.

Not even 5 minutes later, he’d received a response with a time and address for a meet up.

“There.” He cut off Hyunjin’s rambling, turning his phone to show him the message. “Whether he thinks you’re crazy or not, at least you’ll get a chance to talk to him soon.”

And crazy wasn’t exactly the word Jongho would have used to describe the request he’d received from that random email. He’d had many people ask him for interviews and statements about finishing the collection and opening the exhibit, but something in his gut told him that the two men who walked into his gallery now were not here for journalistic reasons.

Hyunjin was speechless as they walked into the Choi family gallery. The family’s personal collection of generations of curated artwork, Hyunjin felt like he could wander around for hours and never grow bored. Turning in a wide circle as he stared around in awe, he bumped into Seungmin as he stopped short, bowing slightly to the suited business man that approached them.

Jongho smiled as he watched Hyunjin’s reaction, guessing that he’d be the one with the most questions. Bowing back to them both, he motioned around him.

“Welcome, gentlemen. It’s refreshing to see at least one fellow art lover walk through our doors for the first time. I am Choi Jongho, the one you emailed about the questions you had regarding the new statue exhibit at the museum. If you’d follow me, I have a smaller room where we can sit and talk.”

Hyunjin and Seungmin both introduced themselves and bowed to him again as they followed him into a cozy study, the walls lined with more collected art, the old bookshelves holding their own impressive collection of rare and antique novels.

Just as Hyunjin went to sit, a portrait next to Jongho’s desk caught his eye. His heart stuttered as he saw the woman from his dreams, the beautiful woman in the statue, her softly smiling image preserved in oil paint on canvas.

Approaching it slowly, any words the other two spoke at him went unheard. As he stood before the portrait, it was as though his entire world view came into focus. Instantly transferred through time, he saw his hand raised to the canvas, the painting incomplete but with the brush secure between his fingers, his muse posed beyond the edge of the easel, her loving smile blooming warmth in his soul.

Hyunjin was brought back to the present by Seungmin grabbing his shoulder. He looked at him dazed, worry lacing Seungmin’s face as he saw that Hyunjin was crying.

“What happened? Why are you crying suddenly?”

Hyunjin shook his head, unable to form any words that would be a decent explanation for what he saw and felt.

Jongho watched the entire scene curiously, more intrigued than ever with the tall man’s connection to the exhibit.

“Do you recognize that portrait?”

Hyunjin turned at Jongho’s question, uncertain if he should tell them his suspicions. Jongho approached his other side, all three of them now standing before her portrait.

“When I received your message, I had hoped that I may learn something as well from your curiosity. There are many who are interested in the notoriety of someone in my family curating and donating such a large project to a public museum, but I see now that neither of you are even slightly interested in topics of that matter. If I had to guess…I would say your questions stem from you recognizing the last and unknown statue in the exhibit, considering your recognition of a portrait of the same woman.”

Seungmin was stunned with Jongho’s quick analysis of the situation, something telling him this man knew more than he let on. Hyunjin was still quiet, gazing at the portrait before he spoke lowly.

“I don’t know if I’m crazy or not, but I’ve been having dreams and flashes of memories that feel as though they’re mine even if I’ve never lived them. It started when I entered the exhibit, I had such a strong feeling of deja vu, like I’d watched each statue be carved over hundreds of hours. The final statue…this portrait…I know her face. I can see her in so many different scenarios, so many memories that aren’t mine but that I can still feel in my heart.”

Hyunjin’s gaze was distant, Jongho smiling sadly as he put the pieces together.

“There are secrets that the rich keep only for themselves.” Jongho gained their attention with his soft words. “One such secret is hardly to be believed, but the evidence I’ve found has forced my belief. Years ago, one of my ancestors was a cruel man that made the base of my families great fortune through fear mongering and bloody violence. I found a record of him when I was a child, but my intrigue also led me to the discovery of my ancestors use of cruel and arcane arts to achieve his goals.”

Seungmin and Hyunjin listened with rapt attention now, something telling them that Jongho knew what was wrong with Hyunjin.

“You’re not crazy, at least not to me.” Jongho smiled dryly, “That was were my search for the unknown artist started, a page in the records showing a list of wealthy families from the time that had all been visited by my ancestor. Once I had the connection, I found the pieces of the puzzle through the statues that were completed. My family has always collected art, and fortunately they had already collected a few of the statues without realizing that they were done by the same artist. It took me until this last year to find her statue, however. It seems my ancestor is the reason that she is unnamed, and after finding the final statue, I felt obligated to ease the tortured expression on her face and atone for my ancestors cruelty.”

Jongho gazed at her portrait sadly then. “My ancestor held a record of a curse-user that worked for him, his signature way of eliminating his targets being something cruelly ironic to their way of life. My theory…is the curse-user is somehow responsible for the artists disappearance from history, the cruel irony being their art works surviving without knowing the talent behind their creation.”

As interested as he’d been in Jongho’s altruistic motives in creating the exhibit, something dark scratched at the edges of Hyunjin’s memory with the mention of the curse-user. He had another brief flash of the past, a dark figure crouched before him, the glint of a silver knife covered in blood, a naked woman sleeping peacefully in the moonlight.

With growing certainty, Hyunjin looked back at her portrait.

In the heavy silence, he let his embarrassment fall away, turning to the other two with a hesitant look on his face.

“Do you…believe in past lives?”

Seungmin almost laughed in his face, but the serious look on Hyunjin, and Jongho’s, faces made him seriously consider. Past lives? Is that what was causing Hyunjin’s headache and weird dreams? He was remembering his past life?

Jongho folded his arms as he thought, asking “Your name is Hyunjin, correct?”

When Hyunjin nodded, he reached out and flipped the woman’s portrait around, revealing a letter on the back, the ink showing the age.

You deserve so much more than paint on canvas. The stars, the very heavens above would not be enough to portray my love for you, but to have your beauty frozen in time for me to cherish will be enough for me. May you have the happiest of birthdays, my muse.

Anywhere in forever, mi amor, your Jin.

Hyunjin felt more tears run uncontrollably down his face as he read the message. A letter that, without a doubt, he’d penned to the beautiful woman in the painting.

“I…painted this. I know I did…I remember.”

His whisper was hoarse, his fingers tracing the delicate shapes of the letters before he flipped the painting back around to her face. Jongho nodded, “There is a collection of paintings in the museum, all of them done at the same times that correspond with the statues of those wealthy families. Each one done by the same artist, in the style of this portrait as well, and all carry the signature of a man named Jin.”

Suddenly, Hyunjin remembered.

The house they shared, her study filled with half finished marble and carving tools, his easels and paint supplies surrounding him, her smile as she watched him paint.

The night he’d died…

‘Not easy to fight back as you bleed to death, is it boy? Don’t worry, I’m not here to kill your girl, no…she’s going to live for a long, long time. Maybe then she’ll learn not to disrespect those who are above her.’

The hissed word of the curse-user as he watched Hyunjin bleed out rang through his head like he’d heard it just moments ago. ‘…she’s going to live for a long, long time’? What did he mean by that?

Like lightning struck him twice, he realized what ‘cruel irony’ the curse-user had trapped her in. To some it would sound outlandish, but Hyunjin was suddenly deadly certain that he did know the unknown artist’s final statue. He knew her better than himself, she was the unknown artist, she was alive…and he loved her.

Turning to Jongho desperately, he held his shoulders tightly, his eyes reminiscent of a mad man’s.

“Can you take me to the exhibit? Please? I can’t explain it but I do know her, I know the unknown artist. Actually never mind…it’ll be faster if I just run.”

He turned to run from the room, fully prepared to sprint to her if he had to, but Jongho grabbed his collar, Seungmin pulling him back as well.

“Woah, woah, just slow down. I’ll take you there, I don’t know what’s going on but you’re not running all the way across town to the museum. Besides the exhibit would be closed by then, so I’ll let you in.”

Hyunjin was practically shaking with adrenaline, Seungmin holding him tightly to stop him from bolting as Jongho led them outside to a fancy black car.

Hold on, mi amor, I’m coming.

To say Y/n was surprised would be an understatement. Gazing out over the exhibit had slowly grown tiring, each dark haired man that entered her sight making her heart jump before being disappointed that it wasn’t Hyunjin. She’d given up for the day, seeing as her exhibit just closed, when rapid footsteps alerted her to the three men approaching.

Like the first time, her heart stuttered at the sight of him. He looked more beautiful than she even remembered, a warmth filling her that she’d been unable to feel for so long. She didn’t even pay attention to the other two that accompanied him as they approached her pedestal, frustrated when they drew close enough that they were below her eye line.

Hyunjin gazed up at her again in awe, grief and regret swirling through him as the feeling of familiarity made sense this time. Seungmin was also admiring her, still not entirely sure what was happening, both of them unable to get any clear explanation from Hyunjin while Jongho drove them there.

Jongho, however, had guessed more of the meaning behind Hyunjin’s words than Seungmin, looking up at her with a generation’s worth of guilt written across his face. The thought that she had been alive this entire time and he’d been so close to the truth ate at Jongho, but he shook his head as he resolved that he would fix his families mistake and hope that she forgave him.

“Hyunjin, don’t climb on the pedestal…come with me and we can get a ladder.”

Hyunjin stopped midway through analyzing if he would be able to climb up to her height, sheepishly turning to follow Jongho, the two of them swiftly returning with the ladder. Seungmin unhooked the velvet ropes in front of her and helped Jongho hold the ladder steady as Hyunjin climbed until he was face to face with her for the first time in five hundred years.

For them, time stopped.

Hyunjin finally saw her the way he’d dreamed. Up close, every moment of their life together swept through him like a warm breeze. His hand trembled as he slowly reached out, cupping her cheek as though she were made of glass, not marble.

Y/n felt the weight of her curse more than she ever had before. All she wanted was to throw herself into his arms, feel him alive against her once again. The familiarity in his eyes told her he knew who she was, he remembered her.

She’d never known if there was a way to end her curse, some sliver of hope that she would ever escape her terrible fate. But as he held her face so tenderly, she knew he was the only one who ever had the chance to free her.

His warmth seeped into her skin, her heartbeat thumping in her stone chest as the fated tide of their combined love became too strong to be contained by mere marble. Hyunjin threw any doubt he had to the wind, leaning forward to press his lips against the stone of hers as he whispered,

“I’m so sorry, mi amor, I’ve kept you waiting for so long.”

The dam in Y/n burst when he kissed her, the tinkling of a single glass tear causing Jongho and Seungmin to look up. Both were confused to see Hyunjin kissing a statue, but it quickly turned to astonishment as they watched the statue disappear.

Every tear she’d wished to shed over so many years finally poured from her eyes as they fluttered shut. Her lips softened against Hyunjin’s, her arms reaching out for him as he stepped onto the pedestal for support when her legs lost strength. Their arms circled each other tightly, their kiss breaking as she gasped before sobbing into Hyunjin’s chest. Tears of relief ran down Hyunjin’s face, his voice broken as he whispered into her hair.

“But I found you, Y/n, I’m here.”

Being a cursed statue one moment and human the next can be a very shocking experience for everyone involved, it seems.

Y/n hadn’t felt so many emotions and sensations in a long time, and the shock on her body had her slipping unconscious after crying so hard. They’d managed to get her and Hyunjin off the pedestal and down the ladder without getting hurt, Hyunjin still holding her in his arms where he now sat against the pedestal’s base. He brushed his fingers gently over her face, still amazed that she’d known him in the past, amazed that she’d been cursed and alive this whole time.

The tense silence was broken as Seungmin cleared his throat.

“Umm…as strange as this all is, we probably shouldn’t be found in the museum with her considering she was a statue until a minute ago.”

Jongho nodded, “Hyunjin, are you alright to carry her?”

Hyunjin shuffled her around in his arms as he nodded, picking her up bridal style and carrying her as though she were still a priceless work of art.

The car ride was equally as tense, Jongho finally speaking lowly. “If I had known she was alive…”

Hyunjin just shook his head, his eyes still not leaving her. “There’s nothing you could have done, Jongho. You did everything possible by putting together the exhibit of her work, making sure that she was remembered despite your ancestor trying to erase her. And because you did that, I remembered her. I remembered her and now she’s free.”

Hyunjin looked up at him in the mirror then, his gratitude shining in the tears along his lashes.

“Thank you…”

Jongho smiled, turning back to the road and feeling the guilt begin to slip away at Hyunjin’s words. He drove them to their apartment with Seungmin’s guidance, handing him a business card with his personal phone number on it.

“I would be very interested to speak with her…if she wishes to whenever she’s adjusted.”

Seungmin nodded and waved Jongho off as Hyunjin was already in the building. Once in their apartment he went directly to his room, laying her gently on his bed.

Sitting back, Hyunjin was hit with the gravity of the situation. What happened now? What was he supposed to say to her? What if she wanted to leave and never see him again?

Before he could spiral much further, Seungmin put a hand on his shoulder, the gentle pressure doing wonders to ground Hyunjin. He took a deep breath, “I’m sorry Seungmin…I don’t even know what else to say. This whole thing is a huge confusing mess.”

Seungmin shook his head as he said lowly, “Let’s just get some food ready, and you can change her out of her five hundred year old sheet…then we’ll take it one step at a time after she wakes up. It’ll be okay…just keep reminding yourself that you saved her.”

Hyunjin nodded, following Seungmin out of his room. His nervousness grew as they busied themselves with preparing everything, anxious to know what would happen when she finally woke.

Two days passed before Y/n finally opened her eyes. Hundreds of years had she been deprived of a restful sleep, the weight of her body unfamiliar as she sank into the comfort of her half-awake state. Her awareness was slower to catch up, the realization that she was laying down causing her to jolt upright quickly.

She pressed a hand to her head as the sudden movement made her dizzy, the strange room slowly coming into focus as she looked around. She sat in a soft bed, her body covered with a large shirt instead of her bedsheet. A warm light came from the lamp that rested on the desk in the corner, the top of it covered in scattered art supplies and open sketchbooks. The walls held sketches and paintings that were partially finished or beautifully completed. The style took her breath away, the delicate strokes shown in each vibrant color, a perfect reflection of his past life and one she would recognize anywhere.

Hyunjin…is it really him?

She remembered the kiss, feeling his warm lips for the first time in years. If it broke the curse, it had to be him…right?

Shuffling to the edge of the bed Y/n attempted to stand and leave the room, but the moment her legs were under her, they crumbled as they were unused to holding her on their own. Landing with a thump, she groaned as her knee reminded her of the feeling of pain before looking up when the light from the hall illuminated her form as the door swung open.

Hyunjin heard the thump from his place on the couch, the last two days fraying his nerves as he checked on her constantly and listened for any sign of movement. Grabbing a glass of water and immediately running towards his room, he paused at the sight of her awake and on the floor next to his bed.

They held each others eye for a frozen moment, tears brimming along her lashes as she took in the sight of him again. Not with her as a statue, not with him bleeding out, but finally face to face, and she couldn’t stop the tears that slipped as she whispered at him.

“…are you?…Hyunjin?…are you really my Jin?”

Hyunjin’s breath caught as he set the glass on the floor, kneeling in front of her with his hands out as though he wished to caress her face, but he hesitated.

“I don’t know…”, he whispered back. “I am Hyunjin, and I remember, I do…Y/n…but I don’t know if I am who I was then. But I swear, I will do anything I can to help you now.”

Tears laced his eyes as she listened, the forgotten feeling of her heart pounding in her chest enough proof to her that her lost love kneeled before her. She reached for him then with a watery smile, his arms automatically accepting her as he picked her up off the floor and set her gently on his bed again.

“You don’t have to do anything for me. You set me free, a debt I can never repay you for. There’s nothing to prove.”

Her voice was still soft, hoarse from no use for a very long time. Hyunjin felt like he was home with the sound of it, quickly grabbed the water and holding it for her as she sipped it gratefully.

“I want to help you, though. I meant it when I said I remember…mi amor…and I would feel like a complete ass if I just abandoned you in a time you knew nothing about.”

Y/n looked up at him as he whispered her beloved nickname, the recognition in his eyes the same that she saw in him at the museum. She chuckled as his declaration, her heart brimming with warmth at the idea that he would stay with her.

“Then you are still like you were in the past…loving, selfless, dramatic…”

Hyunjin couldn’t help but grin at her playfully when she teased him, falling into a pattern of conversation and jest that felt as natural as breathing.

“I’m afraid I was born with the drama, so I guess it transcends time.” His face grew serious then, his hand coming up to brush her hair behind her ear. “But…I left you alone…suffering for over five hundred years. That’s not selfless. It’s only right that I take care of you now, I have a lot to make up for.”

Her eyes closed as the warmth of his hand again seeped into her cheek, igniting her desire for him. Y/n blushed at the sudden feeling, looking away from him sheepishly as the tension between them thickened.

Hyunjin stopped her with the hand on her cheek, sliding his fingers under her chin to tilt her head back up. He shouldn’t feel such a powerful urge to kiss her, technically they barely knew each other, but that didn’t stop him from leaning towards her, his eyes trained on her lips.

Y/n held her breath, conflicted over the same fact of them not really knowing the other, but the less rational side of her, the side that yearned for him for five hundred years, screamed at her to let him make her feel again.

“Tell me if you don’t want that. Whatever you want, I’ll do anything to make it happen, even if it’s not me.”

“No!…no it’s you.” She leaned up to meet him half way, her voice still soft but growing desperate. “I can see in your eyes that you remember, I trust you Jin and I know I’m safe now. Whatever happens, I just hope you’ll let me stay.”

Hyunjin smiled brightly, her heart flipping when she saw he still had his dimples, his other hand coming up to cup her face as he pulled her into a tender kiss that healed every crack that time had wrought in her soul.

Her hands gripped the front of his shirt tightly, unbidden tears running down her cheeks again at the overwhelming amount of good feelings that came with the knowledge that she was free, this was real, she’d found her love once again.

He brushed his thumbs under her eyes to dry her tears as he pulled away, whispering, “Please stay.”, before pulling her back into a more passionate kiss. Y/n whimpered against his lips, trying to pull him closer but only succeeding in pulling him off balance, Hyunjin letting out a muffled squeal as he fell forward.

Barely catching himself from squishing her, he pushed himself up only to be frozen at the sight of her beneath him. As if she’d jumped from the past itself, or from his very dreams, she was flushed from his kiss and gazing at him with desperate eyes. The difference now was she was real, and an added bonus for Hyunjin was she was naked in only one of his shirts.

Throwing rationality to the wind, Y/n gave in to her need to feel Hyunjin after so long apart, the problems of the future fading into the background as they both reveled in finding their other half. Reaching up to smooth her hands through his hair and scratch her nails along the back of his neck, she was thrilled to see it still drew goosebumps from him, his arms trembling as he fought the urge to settle on her fully. Her whispered words were as desperate as her eyes,

“I’ve been trapped in darkness for so long, the last memory of your eyes haunting me with a lifeless stare. You say you remember me, but please Hyunjin, help me know you.”

Hyunjin shuddered a breath as she drew him into a kiss again, his weight settling onto her as her legs slotted around his hips. Like two pieces of a puzzle, they fit as though carved from a single being, the growing heat in their kiss threatening to meld them together for eternity.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth when she gasped at the feeling of his hands sliding over her bare skin.

“I don’t remember my dreams usually,” his voice was hoarse now, thick with need as her own hands began to explore, “but I will forever remember dreaming of you like this.”

Y/n couldn’t help smiling giddily at him, feeling like she was in a dream herself, one that she decided she’d never want to wake from.

“Show me.” She pecked his lips once, twice, “Show me that you remember, what you dreamt of. Please, my Jin.”

Hyunjin groaned, dropping his head into the crook of her shoulder, letting his instincts take over and immediately finding her weak spot behind her jaw, her arms holding around his neck as she gripped the back of his shirt.

“Don’t worry, mi amor, I’ll show you.”

He steadily restarted his hands journey underneath her shirt, sliding it up with his fingers as they pressed familiar paths into her skin. She arched her back and lifted her arms as he removed it completely, leaning back onto his knees to admire her, reminiscent of how he’d gazed at her in the museum. Seeing her naked before him, it was as though no time had passed. Every one of her curves was made for his hands, Y/n shivering as his warm palms smoothed over her thighs and his long fingers traced her figure, reacquainting himself with her beauty.

“…you were a pretty statue, mi amor…but to see you like this now, I can guarantee no work of art would ever be able to replicate the masterpiece that you are in the flesh.”

Her heart hammered at his words, a pretty blush dusting her face as she hid behind her hands. Damn him, five hundreds years and he still has a silver tongue.

Hyunjin chuckled at her shyness, stripping himself equally naked before leaning up to gently pull her hands from her face. Settling on her again, he kissed the tip of her nose.

“Also good to see you’re still as shy as you are beautiful.”

Y/n whined at him, cheeks warmed by the sound of his laughter again. Pulling her into a soft kiss to distract her, he slid one hand to her chest, fondling her breast as he parted from her lips, beginning to trail his across her jaw and down her neck farther. He took his sweet time, truly showing her that he remembered everything about her body.

By the time Hyunjin had kissed and love-bit his way down to settle between her legs, Y/n was panting and running her hands over every part of him she could reach. From his position, he admired the subtle marks across her soft skin that showed his path, his eyes finally settling on her core, a shiver running through him now from excitement that only came from familiarity.

Within seconds of his eager mouth connecting with her clit, Y/n was convinced. He definitely remembered parts of their past, nothing else could explain the way he had her rocketing towards her high without any buildup. He knew exactly what to do and where to lick to drive her over the edge. A lack of any physical sensations in hundreds of years had Y/n entirely shaken as her orgasm hit her like a brick. She unintentionally clamped her legs around Hyunjin’s head, a groan of appreciation leaving him as he gripped her hips, willing to drown in her essence as she trembled against his face.

Hyunjin rubbed her thighs soothingly as she relaxed her legs, no longer suffocating him, but now entirely breathless herself. Wiping his mouth on the sheet, he climbed back over her, kissing her softly when she pursed her lips at him.

“My consensus…you absolutely have some of your memories.”

Hyunjin laughed at her dazed words, the bubbling in his chest making him feel like he could fly. They kissed again, deepening it more slowly this time, her hands trailing down his body now, hoping to learn if he felt the same beneath her fingers.

He gasped into her mouth this time as she wrapped her hand loosely around his hard cock, slipping it against her entrance before lining him up herself.

Hyunjin pulled back, something in him needing to see her as he bottomed out. Y/n’s eyes fluttered at the feeling of him stretching her again, a string of fate solidifying as their hips joined.

They lay still for a moment, basking in the knowledge that they were completed, finally whole again after the retched events that fate had planned for them.

Wrapping his arms around her securely, Hyunjin began moving slowly, letting her adjust but also savoring the feeling of her clenching around him. She looped her arms around his shoulders again, their foreheads resting against each other as his pace increased, her breathy gasps brushed across his lips.

Y/n felt tears brimming in her eyes again, the pleasure she’d only ever felt with Hyunjin overwhelming her. Her fingers dug into his skin, his lips meeting hers desperately as they fell into each other’s love. The sting of her nails pushed Hyunjin closer, feeling proof that she was alive, she was holding him so tightly as though she wished their bodies were one and the same.

The desperation in her hold and her kiss had Hyunjin angling his hips, increasing her pleasure, and his own, and wordlessly promising her that this was real. He pushed every promise into her kiss, the glide of his tongue along hers a testament to his loyalty to her, the precise movement of his hips repeatedly hitting her sweet spot acting as his vow to never leave her again.

Breaking the kiss for air, Y/n breathed a moan against his lips as she felt herself approaching her high again.

“Hyunjin~…my Jin, please I’m so close.”

“Let go, my muse, let me feel you give in to the pleasure I deprived you of for too long. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be here for you again and again.”

Punctuating his words with deeper thrusts, Hyunjin slid his hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit perfectly as her back arched with a gasp. Her nails left small indents in his shoulders as her mind went white, a moaned sob leaving her as the most intense orgasm washed over her.

Hyunjin gasped as well, almost whining at the feeling of her clenching so tightly around him. Holding her against his chest, he buried his face into her neck as he followed her into his high, pressing himself as deep as he could go and again wishing they could meld into one.

The calm after their mutual storm was like a field bathed in sunlight after the rain. Y/n was more than content, her body melting from the aftershocks of her pleasure, the warmth of Hyunjin on top of her, and inside her, bringing her a deep sense of peace. As he lifted his head, she brushed her fingers through his hair with a soft smile, one that he mirrored as he took her hand, kissing her palm before he brushed the hair out of her face.

“My Jin…”, she whispered, “I’m so happy you found me.”

Accepting his fate happily, Hyunjin pressed a loving and lingering kiss against her smile, one that traveled through time to the happy life of a sculptor and her painter.

“I told you, mi amor, I love you…anywhere in forever, I will find you again.”

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